New World Order - Chapter 3

“No! No! No! I won’t do it! I’m not going to wear them, John, so forget it! I am not wearing diapers!”

“They’re not diapers, baby,” John said patiently. “They’re pull-ups.” He held up a pair of the puffy, oversized training pants. There was a floral, fade-when-wet design on the front. “See, sweetie? No tapes. You can pull them up and down all by yourself, just like undies.” The pack was sitting on the living room table – Huggies Pull-Ups for girls aged 18 and up! The front featured a young woman standing with her hands on her hips, beaming proudly, wearing only a push-up bra and a pair of the signature training pants. A speech bubble next to her read, “Pull-ups make me feel sooo grown-up!”

“But I don’t need pull-ups!” Ella shrieked, tearing her eyes away from the model. The thought of wearing something so babyish, even if they weren’t full-on nappies, was repulsive to her. Just the implication that the thick padding was intended to swell up with pee, to grow warm and wet and squishy between her thighs, was enough to make her shudder.

“The wet jeans and panties from your last trip out suggest otherwise, little missy,” said John. “I don’t want to take the risk of you having another potty emergency in your pants and making a mess on the floor. I know this is hard to accept, princess, but you’re a pantswetter.”

Ella’s face had gone bright red. “I’m not a pantswetter!” she insisted furiously. “I told you, that stupid woman in the coffeeshop drugged us!”

“Sweetheart, listen to yourself,” said John. “I don’t want to hear any silly made-up stories. It sounds to me like you and Miranda just got a little distracted while you were having fun together, and you overestimated your potty training skills.”

“That’s not true!” Ella shouted. “I wouldn’t just wet myself like that! And Miranda wouldn’t either! We’re not babies, John!”

“That’s enough, Ella,” John said flatly. “No more whining. It’s time for good little girls to put their pull-ups on.”

“I told you no!”

John grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. Before she even had time to react, her jeans and panties had been pulled down to her knees.

“Bad girl!” John scolded, delivering a series of sharp swats to her bare bottom, alternating between her left and right bum cheeks. “Very bad girl! I’ve told you before, baby, you do not disobey Daddy!”

Ella yelped in pain and tried to escape, but John held her firmly in place. Her rump was still sore from her first spanking, and it didn’t take long for tears to spring up in her eyes. “Ow! OW! Stop it, please! Please, Daddy!”

John stopped. It hadn’t really been a proper spanking, just a few smacks, but Ella’s hands leapt to her tender tushy and started rubbing it to soothe the pain. She looked down at the floor so that John wouldn’t see how wet her eyes had gotten, but he put a finger under her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to meet his stern gaze.

“If you’re going to be immature about this, we can skip the pull-ups and put you straight back in nappies,” he said. “Is that what you want, Ella?”

“No…” Ella whispered. Her stomach clenched fearfully. If pull-ups were bad, then the thought of having to wear diapers was almost enough to make her start screaming in terror. The image of the thick, white nappy flashing beneath Angela Smith’s skirts arose in her mind; to end up like that would be something out of her nightmares. There was something about diapers in particular that frightened her, more so than any other part of the new regime – the idea of being transformed in that way, to go from an independent, dignified modern woman to an oversized baby who went to the bathroom in her own pants; it was the implication that their wearers were so helpless that they couldn’t even control their most basic bodily functions, the kind that even toddlers had mastered. Ella knew there were people out there who managed with incontinence, but deep down she was sure that her conception of herself as an adult would shatter into pieces if she couldn’t control when she peed or pooped.

“Are you going to behave?” John asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” Ella said quietly, trying not to think of Miranda’s face if she could see her now.

“Good girl. Now take your jeans and underwear all the way off, and let’s get you in your nice, new training pants.”

Ella stripped obediently until she was totally nude below the waist. As she slid her skimpy red panties down her legs, she couldn’t suppress the feeling that she was going down a path from which there was no return.

John knelt down at her feet and stretched the waistband of the pull-up, then held it out for her to step into. “Left foot first, baby girl,” he said.

Blushing to the roots of her chestnut hair, Ella did as she was told. But once both her feet were in the leg holes of her new underwear, John looked up at her. “Do you want to pull them up all by yourself, baby?” he asked. “Or do you want Daddy to do it?”

“I’ll do it,” Ella mumbled. She hastily grabbed the puffy training pants and pulled them up her legs, suppressing a shiver as they snapped into place over her bottom. They were slim on the outside, so there wouldn’t be any nappy-ish outline showing through her clothes to worry about, but they were even bulkier than she’d feared between her legs.

“Well done, baby!” John said, standing up and patting her on the head. “What a big girl!”

Ella scowled at the praise, ignoring the tingle in her traitorous pussy. She quickly put her jeans back on, but she wasn’t sure what to do with her panties.

“Put them in the bin, darling,” said John. “You won’t be needing those anymore.”

“But… but…” Ella spluttered, trying to think up any excuse to save her panties. “But you like me in these!” she said. “And surely if I prove I can keep these… these things dry, I should be able to have my normal underwear back, right?”

“You’re just as sexy in your pull-ups,” said John, pulling her to him and reaching down to give her padded bottom a squeeze. Ella’s pussy tingled again. “And if you can prove you’re mature enough to wear adult undies again, we’ll just go and buy some more, okay? But for now, I don’t want you tempted to sneak a pair on.”

They broke apart, and Ella walked over to the bin, grimacing at the way her pull-ups threw off her usual gait – she couldn’t tell how visible it was, but she felt as though she was walking with a definite toddle. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she dropped her panties into the trash.

“Good job, baby!” John cooed. “You can go back to your chores now. Daddy’s got some work to do this afternoon.”

A couple of hours later, once Ella had finished dusting the living room, mopping the kitchen floor, and vacuuming the bedroom, she started to feel the urge to pee. Not wanting to take any chances with another accident, she headed straight for the bathroom, pull-ups crinkling quietly beneath her jeans. But when she tried the door, it was to find it locked shut – and yet she couldn’t see any light on inside, so John clearly wasn’t using it.

“John!” she called, walking up to the door of his study and knocking.

“Yes, baby?” he replied, his voice muffled.

“The bathroom door’s locked!”

“I know, darling!”

A few seconds passed, then Ella huffed and said, “So can you open it, please?”

There were footsteps inside the room, and then the door opened to reveal her boyfriend. There was a slight smirk playing about his lips. “Why do you need me to open it, sweetie?”

“Why do you think?” she snapped.

John raised his eyebrow. “Little one, if you don’t mind your manners, that door can stay locked for the rest of the day.”

“No!” Ella said quickly. “I mean, I’m sorry… Daddy.”

“I’ll open the door for you, but you have to ask me properly, baby. I want you asking permission from now on, understand? And when you ask…” His smirk became more pronounced. “You have to have your tits out.”

“What?!”

“You heard me, Ella,” he said, nodding at her blouse. “Those melons of yours have to be out when you ask Daddy for permission to go potty.”

Ella’s lips twisted in displeasure. Melons?! She hesitated for a moment. Then, blushing brightly, she reached inside her top and pulled out her boobs, one at a time. She couldn’t bring herself to look at John’s face, but she could feel him smiling. With an effort, she moved her hands away, giving her boyfriend an unobstructed view of her massive rack.

“I know you’re shy about having such big knockers, baby,” said John, reaching out and groping her breasts with his hands, “but Daddy likes them.”

Ella bit her lip to stop herself making any lewd noises. She didn’t want to appear any more pathetic in front of him than she already did.

John lowered his hands. “Okay, baby. Go ahead and ask.”

“Please may I use the bathroom?” Ella mumbled. She still couldn’t look at him.

“Not quite, princess. You can do better than that. What do you need to do in the bathroom?”

“I need to use the toilet…”

“Be more specific, sweetie.”

Ella almost stomped her foot in frustration. “I need to pee!” she whined.

“Almost, baby. You need to ‘go pee-pee’. And shake your chest while you say it.”

Ella didn’t think her face could get any redder. “Please, Daddy!” she begged, bouncing on her feet and making her tits wobble all over the place. “I need to go pee-pee!”

“Good girl,” said John, sounding smugly satisfied. “Keep your boobs out until you’re finished.” He went over and unlocked the door.

Ella hurried inside, but she stopped dead almost immediately. Sitting in the middle of the bathroom, facing the toilet, was a large, pink training potty.

“No!” she squealed, horror struck, as the realisation of what John intended set in.

“Yes, baby,” said her boyfriend, coming up beside her and resting his hand on her bum. “That’s where you’ll be doing your potty business from now on. Assuming you don’t have an accident, of course. It’s only appropriate for someone who’s still in training pants. Also, I don’t want you closing the bathroom door anymore, okay? Daddy wants to be able to check on you to make sure you’re not being naughty and using the grown-up toilet.”

Ella turned to him with pleading eyes. “John… Daddy… Please! Please don’t make me! I’m going to feel so ridiculous!”

“You’re just a girl, Ella,” John said softly, patting her bottom. “You’re supposed to feel ridiculous. Now come along, before you have another accident.” He took by the hand and led her over to the potty chair.

Inside, Ella was seething. Just a girl?! But she didn’t want to argue with him right now, not when it likely meant losing whatever dignity there was to be found in relieving herself on a toddler’s potty seat. If the alternative was pissing her pants, she’d take whatever he offered.

“Can you show me how you use the potty all by yourself, Ella?” John asked, kissing her cheek.

As if her body was acting on autopilot, Ella started unbuttoning her jeans and tugging them down. She felt very conscious of her bare breasts sloshing about whenever she bent over. Her pull-ups went next. She slipped her fingers into the waistband and pulled them down over her bottom, letting them fall to the floor between her feet.

“Look at this…” said John, reaching out and stroking her pussy. His fingers came away wet. “You’re soaked, Ella!” His tone was faux-stern. “I might have had to put you in pull-ups even if you weren’t a pantswetter, just to stop you leaving slutty little wet spots wherever you go.”

Ella felt dizzy with embarrassment. She had to get this over with as quickly as possible! She lowered herself carefully onto the potty. The actual toilet was sat directly in front of her, mocking her with its presence. John was standing above her, watching. Yet it was easier than she might have thought to let her bladder go. After only a few seconds, the bathroom was filled with the tinkling sound of her pee hitting the plastic bottom of the potty seat.

“Good girl!” John was cooing. “Such a good girl, Ella! Daddy’s so proud of you for keeping your pants dry!”

Ella shut her eyes in shame as she peed. John continued to praise her, caressing her breasts and running his fingers comfortingly through her hair. Eventually the stream slowed to a trickle, and the trickle slowed to a stop.

“All done, baby?” John asked.

Ella nodded mutely.

“Good girl. Then there’s just one more thing you need to do.”

Ella looked up at the sound of John unzipping his trousers, and saw him pull out his rigid cock.

“Suck,” he ordered.

Ella felt utterly stupid sitting perched on the oversized training potty, with a pair of adult-sized Huggies pooled around her ankles, and her large bare breasts spilling out of her top. She didn’t think she’d ever felt more demeaned, more disrespected, in her whole life. Her pussy was soaking wet. She leaned forward and started to suck.