Kylee has to get messy.

"Good," Julie responded, "Now get your pee soaked britches up on that changing table."

Kylee turned around and looked at the gigantic changing table. She knew there was no way she could climb up there without a step stool or a boost from Julie.

"Um, Julie, uh, I mean, Ms. Julie, I want to do what you're asking, but I need a, uh, bit of a boost," Kylee said timidly.

"Gah, you really are just a pathetic little thing, aren't you?" Julie said as she grabbed Kylee by the waist and unceremoniously lifted her onto the table.

Kylee gasped at the surprise of being so suddenly lifted, and, also, found herself unfortunately aroused at being manhandled so easily by Julie. Once in the table, however, Kylee knew what to do. She laid on her back and waited for instructions.

Julie began removing Kylee's shoes and wet socks. Once those were removed she expertly yanked Kylee's wet yoga pants and panties off of her. Kylee was uncomfortable with how familiar she was getting to the feeling of having another woman undress her.

Kylee laid naked from the waist down in the changing table. Her pussy, adorned with a full bush, on full display to Julie.

"Just as I remembered, quite hairy. That ain't do at all. Hold still," Julie ordered as she produced shaving cream and a razor.

"What are you going to do with that?" Kylee asked, already knowing the answer to her question.

"Ssh, child. I do not need or care about your input right now, that is, unless you want me to show..." Julie was quickly interrupted by Kylee.

"No, no, no. I'll be quiet!"

"Yes, you will," Julie said. Julie then pulled out an extra large pink pacifier and placed the bulb by Kylee's lips. "I want you to suck on this. We will go into more details regarding your new rules soon, but, in the meantime, you must know that when I give you a soother, you have to use it. You are not allowed to remove it from your mouth on your own. Also, while it is in, you are not allowed to speak."

Kylee took the pacifier in her mouth, started sucking on it and nodded her head in affirmation. She was amazed at how the runner nipple of the pacifier fully filled her mouth. Given how trapped her tongue felt as she sucked, Kylee was fairly certain she couldn't talk with the pacifier in her mouth, even if she tried.

"Good girl, now lay still," Julie ordered. Kylee then watched as Julie quickly and thoroughly shaved away all of her pubic hair until her crotch was completely bare. "There, that should prevent diaper rash a bit."

Kylee's eyes widened in fear at the phrase 'diaper rash.' Was she being downgraded from panties, from even pull-ups, to diapers? Kylee didn't dare remove the pacifier to ask. She got her answer soon as Julie pulled out the largest, thickest diaper she had ever seen.

The diaper in Julie's hand, while clearly sized to fit an adult, was clearly not an 'adult diaper.' It was mostly white in color, but adorned with a childish print with circus animals dancing across the front and back of it. On the back of the diaper, the words "POTTY PANTS" were written in block letters, clearly meant to label the wearer. There was also a yellow wetness indicator down the middle of the diaper to allow a caregiver to visibly check if their charge needed a change. Kylee did not like the implication that came with the strip. It meant the wearer of the diaper couldn't be trusted to tell when they needed a change or not. Finally, the diaper was cut in a style much like an overnight baby diaper. Given the bulk of the diaper, Kylee was certain she would barely be able to walk in the thing. Kylee sucked on her new pacifier harder.

"Oh, I see you recognize this. Good girl! This is the first of what I imagine will be many diapers I get to put you in! Now, raise your little rush up so I can get this on you," Julie said in response to Kylee's bulging eyes.

Kylee, once again, did what Julie asked in the name of her marriage. She raised her soft round ass in the air and allowed Julie to place the padded undergarment underneath her.

"Good girl, now bottom down!" Julie ordered. Kylee complied.

Julie pulled out some diaper cream and squirted it literally on Kylee's crotch. "Wouldn't want the baby to get a rash!" Julie said as she started rubbing it in to Kylee's skin.

Kylee looked away from Julie, once again turning red at being called a baby. However, Kylee's face soon began to flush for another reason. As Kylee was coming to find out about herself, being babied and humiliated was a turn on for her. Also, as Kylee already knew, Julie was VERY skilled with her fingers. As Julie rubbed the diaper lotion in, she paid careful attention to all of the right spots of Kylee's anatomy. Kylee started moaning involuntarily behind the faces of her pacifier.

"Oh, baby likes it when Ms. Julie takes care of her, doesn't she? She likes the idea of being my silly little diaper girl?" Julie said.

"Mmmhmmm," Kylee moaned.

"She especially likes all of Ms. Julie's **special** attention, doesn't she?" Julie continued.

"Mmmmmmmm..." Kyle continued.

"But, Kylee was a naughty little baby today, wasn't she? Pretending to be a good girl?" Julie asked.

"Uh, huh," Kylee said, beginning to thrust her hips into Julie's hand, but getting nervous as to where this was going. Kylee was so close to cumming she was hoping that Julie would work her fingers faster.

"Well, naughty babies who pretend to be big girls shouldn't get special treats, should they?" Julie asked.

At this point, all Kylee could do was buck and moan. She was so close to finishing.

"That's what I thought. So, no big girl treats for baby Kylee from me until she proves herself trustworthy," Julie said, commandingly. With that, she removed her hand from Kylee's throbbing, wet pussy and quicky taped Kylee's sex into the infantile diaper.

Kylee spit out her pacifier. "Noooo...." She bellowed. She was so close to finishing. Having her vagina taped away so suddenly felt like having a floor pulled out from under her.

Julie bent down, picked up the pacifier, and put it back in Kylee's mouth.

"That is not how you prove you are a trustworthy baby, worthy of my treats," Julie said warningly. Kylee blushed and took the pacifier back in her mouth.

"Don't worry Kylee, I am going to give you the opportunity to finish what I just started there, but first, I need you to do something for me."

Staring up at Julie from her place on the changing table, Kylee nodded her head up and down. Kylee's hands also started to drift towards the front of her diaper. She started rubbing the padding before Julie slapped her hand away.

"Stop that! You just keep proving what a toddler you are. I told you you would have the opportunity to finish, but you need to wait!" Julie commanded. "Now, get your padded behind off this changing table."

Kylee complied and climbed off the table. When her feet hit the ground, her suspicions about the thickness of the diaper were confirmed. The padding between her legs was so think she had to stand with her legs splayed apart to an almost comical distance. If Kylee wanted to walk at all, she would have a very pronounced waddle, not unlike that of a real toddler.

"Good," said Julie, looking proudly at her handy work, "now, I need you to prove how committed you are to being properly padded in the gym. If you want to come to any sort of deal with me that keeps me from showing Michael everything that has happened down here, you need to shut that diaper, right now, and when you are done, I want you to finish what I just started."

Kylee's stomach dropped in disgust, but, to her surprise, her pussy throbbed with arousal. Julie was asking her to willing play out the nightmare she had had just a few days before in real life. Worse yet, for the sake of her relationship, she had **** but to comply.

With no other options, Kylee did what she had to, mimicking the infantalized dream version of herself. She dropped into a low squat, the bottom of the diaper she was wearing--her diaper, she thought with a shudder--hovering barely off the floor. She balled up her fists and started pushing. It felt almost exactly like she was back in her disturbing wet dream from right after her last trip to the gym.

Kylee grunted cutely from behind her pacifier as she scrunched up her face in concentration. Before she released her load, the forthcoming contents of her bowels announced themselves with a few, loud, trumpeting farts. Then, Kylee felt it happen. Thick, solid feces started to slide out of her asshole as deposit itself in her waiting diaper. She could her the plastic backing of the diaper crinkle as the back expanded with the addition of her surprisingly massive load. Kylee could also feel the weight of each turd added to the weight of the diaper taped to her hips. It felt as if someone was slowly depositing rotten fruit in her panties, one piece at a time.

Julie watched the entire show with an amused and matronly grin.

"Good baby," Julie said, looking down at the grown woman, squatting in a messy diaper, sucking on a pacifier. "Now it is time for you to finish what I started."

Kylee couldn't lie to herself. As disgusting as it was to be wearing a messy diaper, being humiliated and degraded like this turned her on to a level she had never reached before. She was ready to finish Julie's request.