“Aww… but I’m clean down there!” Shanon protested, squirming against the hand pressing against her chest.
Megan just shook her head. “Even if you’re sure, I still should check. Now hold still.”
The mother stood up, looming over Shanon. Suddenly, she felt so very small, like she was still two years old, instead of a big girl in diapers. Her size hadn’t changed in the slighest, but the changes in reality were warping her perception. Even just a few moments later, her memories of being a teenager had changed to being a “big girl” in diapers. She remembered going to Daycare instead of High School, sleeping in a crib instead of a bed, and having a “talk” with her mommy and daddy at home letting her know that kids didn’t start potty training until age twenty one. Feeling little in the face of an unyielding force known as “mom” was only natural.
Fingers snaked down to her crotch, a hand gripping at the back and squeezing it. Shanon winced as she felt something squish against her bottom. “Mmm… not clean at all, kitten. Feels like you made a present for someone.” Megan’s voice dripped with motherly condescension. “Is someone a stinky-winky pwetty-pwincess?” The comment made Shanon blush. She liked thinking of herself as a princess… “You’re about as heavy a stinker as my Mikey is… guess that’s another thing the stinky sweethearts have in common.” Megan tugged the diaper up along the girls’ crotch to let Shanon feel it squish. The girl hadn’t even realized she’d messed herself somewhere along the way.
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