No.

"I wish that Sarah can only orgasm with my express permission," Lidia said, causing the amulet to glow.

"No," I exclaimed, "Please, don't do that!"

"Oh, I think this is what you deserve at a minimum for what you put me through. Now, let's see if this really worked. Why don't you try to finish making cummies in your poopy diapy, little Sarah. I do not give you permission to finish though."

"Please, please don't make me do this," I plead with my torturer, knowing it's going to get me no where.

"Do it, or I will make things worse for you," Lidia ordered, dangling the amulet in front of her.

I was left without a choice. I had to comply or suffer punishment at Lidia's hands. So, with Lidia watching on, while sitting in a poopy diaper, I pressed my hand back to my crotch and started grinding my padded pussy into it.

It didn't take me long to get back in the mood. The arousal from bringing Lidia to orgasm with my tongue was still there. As I rubbed the ramp, disgusting padding against my clit, I started to moan with ecstasy. I rubbed harder and faster, bringing myself ever closer to the promised land. I got myself right to the brink, biting my lower lip with anticipation of the body rocking orgasm I was on the cusp of. However, no matter how hard I rubbed, how much I grinded, I couldn't get over the edge.

I started moaning more aggressively, becoming more **** for release. I could hear Lidia laughing at me, but I was too focused to care. In my desperation, I stopped trying to stimulate myself from outside of Lidia's messy diaper. Instead, I quickly stuck my fingers into the damp padding, into the mess that had spread all over my ass and groin, and started to rub my clit directly with my thumb while letting my pointer finger slip inside of my slit.

It felt amazing. I could feel my juices running down my hand, adding to the damp mess in my diaper. My pussy was practically vibrating with the anticipation of release. However, no matter what I did, I couldn't get over the finish line to the promised land. Tears of frustration started to leak down my face.

"Pleeeease," I moaned, begging Lidia to let me cum.

"Please what baby? Be specific," Lidia ordered.

"Please let me cum!" I almost yelled out, as I continued to desperately bring myself to orgasm.

"Be more specific, tell me what you want to cum in," Lidia said.

"Please... Please let me cum in this disgusting, messy diaper," I pleaded between breaths.

Lidia put a finger to her lips with a look of fake contemplation as she stares down at me.

"No, I don't think you've earned it," Lidia said.

I pulled my hand, now covered in Lidia's stale piss and my own juices, out of my diaper, curled up in the fetal position on the couch and started to cry in frustration.

Lidia leaned down next to me, put her hand on my back, as whispered into my ear.

"This is what you fucking deserve. Did you think that I would just let you go after you spent months torturing and humiliating me? This is only the start."

Lidia's words were harsh, twinged with a tone of the deep malice that is only developed after months of loathing. I start to sob deeper as I realize that I did this to myself.

"Now, I want you to crawl you shitty little ass to the crib. I have to admit, you got a good start on reshaping this world, but I have some changes that I want to make. I don't want to have to worry about my new baby getting up to mischief."

I felt completely defeated. Lidia had demonstrated thoroughly just how much power she had over me now that the amulet was in her possession. So, I did the only thing I could. I rolled off the couch and dropped to all fours, feeling the weight of Lidia's mess cause the diaper to droop between my legs. I then crawled to the nursery as Lidia followed me. Then, like the obedient little baby I had become, I climbed into what I still thought of as Lidia's crib and let her slide the side close, effectively locking me away.

After locking me away, I watched as Lidia, returned to her former, beautiful glory, stood naked in the middle of the nursery except for necklace holding the amulet draped around her neck. I watched as Lidia grabbed the amulet in her fist again.

"Baby Sarah, you were right to change the world how you did. Not all adults deserve to be treated like adults. Plus, it's fucking hot to see grown men and women toddler and crawl around in messy diapers," Lidia began to monologue like a bond villain. "The problem is the system you developed is too random! Twenty-five percent of the population is just selected to be **** by society to act like adult babies when they turn 18 or suffer punishment? That's lame."

I just stared on as Lidia paced, detailing her plan for a new world order to me.

"What this world really needs is letting the true adults forcefully regress all the little boys and girls that are just *pretending* to be adults. That way, only people who deserve to be treated as immature little brats are punished."

"Don't worry Sarah, now that you've so generously given me the power I need, I'll fix your mistakes."

I watched from behind the bars of my babyish prison as Lidia stopped and looked down at the amulet.

"First things first, like you did to me, I want you to *know* what I am doing," Lidia said. "I wish that Sarah and I will be aware of all of the changes I make to reality."

The amulet glowed, but nothing notable happened.

"Next, I wish that in our world once a person turns 18 years old, anyone can demote that person to be treated as a younger age or suffer punishment if, at any point, they can prove that that person is too immature."

Suddenly the world blurred. Instead of sitting down, I suddenly felt like I was laying on my side. My mouth suddenly felt full of something warm and soft. I felt myself sucking some sort of warm, sweet liquid from whatever was in my mouth down my throat. I opened my eyes to be greeted by the sight of pink flesh, right in front of my face.

Becoming concerned, I rolled my eyes sideways to get a better view of what was going on. As I looked up, I saw a face smiling down at me that caused me to release my bladder out of fear as I came to a realization of what was happening.

I, Sarah, the woman who was the perfect Mommy Domme less than an hour earlier, was now a physically and mentally 22-year-old woman being breastfed by my mom.