This choice: Feed Dani some drowsy medicine and keep her in just a diaper • Go Back... Mom put Danielle into the oversized crib. The bars went up far above the little girl's head. She felt like she was in a prison. Mom then got out some drowsy cold medicine.
"Drink a couple spoons of this, Dani. It will help you sleep tonight." Mom said.
Danielle pout and kept her mouth closed. Mom glared at her.
"You want another spanking?" Mom said.
Danielle grunted, at herm other. Mom growled back.
"Fine, I'll make you open your mouth!" Mom said.
Mom pinched Danielle's bare nipple. She didn't even pinch very hard, she just knew it was a soft and sensitive spot for little Dani, and therefore just the right place to pinch.
"OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!" Danielle whined.
That was when Mom quickly slipped a spoon of the drowsy medicine into her daughter's mouth. Danielle gagged.
"So, we can do this the easy way, or we can do it the 'pinch your nipples' way. Come on, little baby, what'll it be?" Mom said.
A small tear escaped one of little Dani's eyes. She obediently opened her mouth. Mom fed her the drowsy medicine and patted her on the head.
"Good girl! Now rest up, little baby Dani. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow!" Mom said.
Mom covered Danielle in a soft little yellow blanket and tucked the little diapered girl in. She gave Danielle a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Sweet dreams, little baby." Mom said.
Danielle yawned. The drowsy medicine quickly took effect, and she grew very, very sleepy.
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Danielle awakened more than 12 hours later, very late in the day. The sleeping medicine really did a number on her. She sat up, and to her horror, she felt that her diaper was wet! She had been so wiped out she did not wake up feeling like she had to use the bathroom. The little girl yawned and stretched. Mom could hear her stirring through the baby monitor she had put in Dani's room ,and came in to see her.
"Oh, my little sleepyhead's finally up." Mom said.
Dani looked at her damp diaper.
"M... Mom..." Danielle said, ashamedly.
"What is it, baby?" Mom said.
"I... I think I..." Danielle couldn't bring herself to say it, but Mom knew exactly what she meant.
"Oh, did my baby girl have an accident? Well, I hope you get used to it because you're going to be going in your diapers a lot." Mom said.
Danielle let out a sad, humiliated sigh. She hated this baby treatment. This was one of the worst mornings of her life. Mom stifled a grin, knowing this punishment was working flawlessly. She reached in the oversized crib and helped Danielle out. Mom felt the diaper, seeing how soggy it was.
"Well, I can change your diaper, but first you need to have your breakfast." Mom said.
Danielle sighed.
"Fine, just get me out of this wet diaper." Danielle begged.
Mom took out a large baby bottle full of milk. She sat down on the floor and cradled Danielle in her arms.
"Drink up, little baby." Mom said.
Danielle obediently drank the bottle. It was actually good milk, but it tasted a little off, somehow. Mom could tell from the look on Danielle's face as she suckled the bottle. She didn't say anything until Danielle was almost done.
"Oh, Dani, I should tell you, that milk is full of drugs! You are ingesting a bunch of muscle relaxants and laxatives. The muscle relaxants make you as weak as a baby! Just think, you'll have trouble walking and might even crawl! And the laxatives will make you poop!" Mom said, with disturbing joy.
Danielle gulped down the last bit of milk as Mom said this. She looked crushed.
"I... I'm going to be weak and poop myself?" She said.
"That's right, little Dani, just like a real baby." Mom said.
Danielle let out a groan. Things seemed hopeless for her now. The thought of pooping her diaper like a baby disturbed her. Mom patted her on her tummy.
"I also put some extra fiber in there too, so you can have big baby poops in your big baby diapers! Doesn't that sound fun?" Mom said.
Danielle groaned again.
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