Charlotte Morse

Alexa watched as a familiar girl entered the room. Alexa’s jaw dropped at the sight. She was wearing a cute summer dress, but it looked good and it made her look a lot older than she was. Alexa knew that the girl she was looking at was younger than her, but she looked far more mature. Alexa watched as she smiled, approaching the crib. “Aw, the little baby is awake,” The girl said. “I was hoping to be able to wake you up. But don’t worry, Auntie Charlie is going to take good care of you. You remember who I am, Lexi?”

Alexa’s eyes widened as she did recognize Charlie. She was the person she bullied back in middle and high school. “Please,” Alexa whimpered.

“Bottom up,” Charlie instructed.

Alexa found herself on all fours, and then felt her chest and head lower to the ground, her diapered bottom pointing up in the air. “No… please.”

“You’re not ready yet,” Charlie said. “You’re still resisting. Push.”

Alexa squirmed, desperately trying to clench her cheeks to fight what Charlie wanted her to do, but she felt the opposite happening. She felt her stomach push, her cheeks part, and her diaper expanded as she felt all of it coming out. “No…” Alexa groaned in response.

“Good girl,” Charlie said as she smacked the seat of the diaper with a paddle.

Alexa groaned as she felt her diaper squishing in response to the smacks. They weren’t hard spanks and they didn’t even hurt, but they were absolutely humiliating. “M-miss Charlie, please. I’m sowwy.”

“Don’t worry. Auntie Charlie is going to take good care of you,” Charlie said. “Let’s go to your playpen. You enjoy that right?”

Alexa didn’t want to go anywhere with her full diaper, but she was given **** as Charlie picked her up and carried her with ease out the door.