The original story was cc's. He sent it to me with blanket permission "to add, revise, and break up into chapters." So I did. Extensively. STRESS MANAGEMENT by C. Lakewood and c532c Part 1 Kumiko Frost led a stressful life. At 24, she was an entry-level manager -- on the fast track to make mid-level before she turned 30 -- for a small but prestigious PR firm, McMahon and Tate. And, as such, she was expected to perform on a high plane for long hours and to uphold both the profitability and the spotless reputation of the company. She had recently married an American, but she was still only a resident alien. And, though she had gone to college in the United States, it was also true that Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, was very different from L.A., where she now lived. Finally, at her age she lacked the variety of life experiences that might have made her more capable of shrugging off the accumulating stress. She wondered if she could ever achieve traditional Japanese serenity in this very untraditional, go-go Western world of business. Still, she did try. And, when she heard about the new public swimming pool that was only a short drive from the ultra-modern office building where she worked, she decided it might be a relaxing alternative for her lunch hour that Friday.... The drive to the pool was a quick one. After steering her new, champagne-colored Lexus into a parking space, she realized that she had no idea how trustworthy the pool's security might be. So she tucked her car key into a hidden pocket in her jacket and locked her valuables (watch, jewelry, cell phone, credit cards, ID, and most of her money) in the trunk. With her towel, swimsuit, and just enough money to pay the pool fee, she strutted across the parking lot in her smart business attire -- jade green designer skirtsuit, white silk blouse, heels, and hose. She self-consciously preened, caressing the posh fabric of her suit. (The garment, tailor-made and very expensive, was so much more appropriate than anything she could ever find among the "junior petites," where she'd had to shop during her college years.) Her makeup was impeccable, and her long hair was pinned up in back in a French roll. In the changing room, she undressed at a locker near the showers. The place was full of jabbering girls, apparently a college freshman swim team. Kumiko felt awkward and more than a little self-conscious as she removed her sophisticated outfit, because, without it, those girls all looked much more mature than her, even though they were each perhaps five years younger. (Small, thin, and nearly flat-chested, she was a bit less than 5' tall, 30-22-31, and quite devoid of pubic hair.) She frowned at a sign that read, EVERYONE MUST SHOWER BEFORE ENTERING POOL AREA Unaware that most people showered in their swimsuits, she left her towel, suit, and locker key on the bench and walked into the shower room nude. The shower area was steamy and crowded. Kumiko shifted nervously about, waiting her turn, and feeling very shy and vulnerable. Then she was jostled aside by a couple of trashy young women pushing in front of her. One of them laughed, "You can just wait, little girl. We're in a hurry." Kumiko fumed, but held her tongue as the girls went on to speculate about her age. One said that she looked about 14, but the other insisted she was no more than 12. Finally, showered and soaking wet, Kumiko padded on bare feet back to the locker...only to find it open...and the two trashy girls pawing through her clothes! "Hey! Those are mine!" "Don't be silly, little girl. These must belong to a grown-up. Now go on and get dressed while we take 'em to the lost and found." "But they're MINE!" Luanne Jefferson, the stout black woman who was in charge of the women's changing room, was attracted by the commotion. She bustled up and curtly told Kumiko to stop her nonsense and go get dressed. "But I haven't any clothes! They took everything!" "These are NOT your clothes, little girl," Luanne said firmly. "Someone's going to be coming in and claiming them!" Kumiko gulped, knowing she had no ID with her -- or, indeed, anything else. "But I-I'm N-NAKED!" she wailed, hugging herself in embarrassment. "Well, there must be something here...." Obviously ticked off, Luanne rooted through a battered cardboard box and finally came up with a pair of training pants with "Finding Nemo" pictures on them, and a really TINY t-shirt. "I can't wear that stuff! I'm an adult!" "You can wear these things or go naked, little girl." When Kumiko reluctantly reached for them, Luanne nodded. "Here, let me fix your hair...." She arranged Kumiko's long hair into two pig-tails. "There. Isn't that cute? Now go on out to the pool!" And she pushed poor Kumiko out into the pool area. The adults and the college girls smiled condescendingly at the little girl dressed like a toddler. The trailer park girls laughed outright at her appearance and speculated loudly about how she was probably being punished for some childish misbehavior. Kumiko blushed furiously and wondered what to do. Maybe if she could get to a phone? She looked around for one, took a few steps.... Suddenly a bunch of rough-housing boys bumped into her, knocking her to the edge of the pool. As she teetered on the brink, one of them grabbed her t-shirt.... R-I-I-P-P-P! She felt the flimsy t-shirt tear away and then immediately a sudden chill as she toppled head first into the waist-deep water, bare feet waving comically in the air. Coughing, blinking, and spitting chlorinated water, she stood up to discover herself topless in a public pool. "Ooooo!" Blushing furiously, she flung her arms over her tiny tits and floundered toward the shallow end, with the idea of scrambling out of the pool. But she hadn't considered her brightly-colored training pants -- which now filled with water. As Kumiko ran into the shallows, the pants sagged down over her narrow hips, slid over her pert little bottom, and finally slipped down her scissoring legs, tangling around her ankles. She tripped awkwardly on them and went face-down with a "splash!" near the edge of the pool -- right where the two girls who had started all this were standing. "Be careful, little girl!" the red-head snapped. "Can't you watch where you're going, stupid kid?" the stocky bottle-blonde admonished. "And you're not supposed to swim naked!" Kumiko looked down at herself, horrified -- totally naked in front of all these staring people. She clasped one hand over her smooth crotch, crossed the other forearm over her chest, and ran for the changing room. Or, rather, she TRIED to run. Within half a dozen steps, a lifeguard grabbed her arm. "Hey, little girl! No Running!" "But-but...." Embarrassed by her nudity, ashamed of her girlish appearance, and totally humiliated by her sudden loss of adult status, Kumiko blurted out the obvious yet again. "But I'm-I'm na-aked!" she squealed. Heads turned. Grown-ups grinned. College kids laughed. The lifeguard glowered as more and more people stared. "I can see that you're naked, you silly kid. Now get into the changing room.... BUT WALK!" Blushing from head to toe (as everyone could see), steaming inwardly, and still clutching her hands over herself for some semblance of modesty, Kumiko trotted obediently into the changing room. Inside, Luanne frowned at seeing this pesky little brat once more -- and naked again. "What is this?" she growled suspiciously. "Are you trying to work some con, little girl?" "Pleeese!" Kumiko wailed in frustration, seeing her adult business suit hanging neatly in Lost and Found -- just out of reach. "Give me my clothes back!" "And what happened to the clothes I just gave you, young lady? If you can't take care of things any better than that, you're certainly not ready for nice grown-up things." "Please!" Kumiko wailed again. "Can't you see I'm naked?" "I see a little girl trying to cover up what she hasn't got," Luanne said, firmly. "But I suppose I can find you something...." She shrugged and opened a cabinet drawer. Here...put this on." It was a disposable diaper. "NO!" Kumiko screamed. "Not a diaper! I won't wear that. I WON'T!" She stamped her bare foot and hopped about in a childish tantrum, while still trying to cover her nudity. People in the changing room turned and stared at the sight of a naked little girl defying the woman in charge. Then.... The next thing she knew, Kumiko was being hauled across Luanne's ample lap, bottom-up! Slap! "Oooww!" "So you're too old for diapers, eh?" Slapp! "Eeee! Stop it, you-you fat bitch!" "Smart mouth, too, huh?" Swackk! "Ooooo! Don't!" Smack! "Aaah! Please! Please stop!" "NOW will you wear what I give you, girl?" "YES! Yes, I will! I'll do anything! Please!" ****************************** An hour later, Kumiko was sitting alone in the play area reserved for little children at the pool, where the pre-schoolers were to be supervised by pool staff. She huddled in a corner of the big pen, wearing nothing but a diaper, striving to get a grip on herself. But she was so humiliated, having "lost face" to such an extent, that it was difficult to think straight. She had, however, at last realized something that had been drifting about in the back of her mind like a half-submerged log for a long time, but which she had never articulated, even to herself. Without her status symbols -- her power suit, high heels, Rolex, Blackberry, Lexus, and all the other accoutrements of power -- she was simply incapable of projecting authority. Without them, either literally or figuratively naked, she might as well have been the child that everyone was treating her as. Increasingly stressed out, desperate, and depressed, but having been given permission to "phone home," Kumiko had tried to get hold of her husband, but there was no answer on the land line, and his cell phone was out of range. Nor could she reach any of her few friends. In the end, she'd had to call her work-place. So it was that her young assistant, busty Stephanie Simon, eventually found her boss, naked save for a diaper, crouched in a play-pen. "Stephanie!" Kumiko hissed in a low voice, totally ashamed of being seen this way by a low-level underling. "Get my clothes! And get me out of here! My clothes, the key to my car...everything's...." Stephanie signalled her to be quiet. "Yeah, this is the girl I'm baby-sitting," she told the woman in charge. "She slipped away from me and snuck off to the pool." "A brat, eh? Well, I think you should take her home dressed just like that." "Good idea." As Stephanie led Kumiko off by the hand, she whispered, "I know this is embarrassing, but I'm afraid if we told everyone you're really an executive at McMahon and Tate, it'd reflect badly on the firm. Right now, you're merely some anonymous delinquent. Let's just get you out of here...." Kumiko cringed at being led around in nothing but a diaper in front of all these people, but she knew that Stephanie was right. Stephanie didn't seem to be in much of a hurry, however, as she led Kumiko along. Moreover, once outside, they couldn't get into Kumiko's car, and Stephanie's didn't have enough gas to drive all the way out to Kumiko's suburban neighborhood. "We'll have to go to my apartment and get gas money," Stephanie said. "Don't worry. You'll fit right in. I babysit little kids every weekend for extra money." She glanced at Kumiko and gloated silently. Energetic and fastidious, Kumiko was considered by most in the office as a pretty good boss, if sometimes too punctilious. But Stephanie had taken an immediate dislike to her -- indeed, she had always tended to resent taking orders from anyone, much less an "alien runt" like Kumiko. And she was determined to make the most of this unexpected situation. Kumiko felt increasingly helpless as Stephanie drove them out of the pool parking lot, farther away from her clothes, her car, her money, her ID...and everything else that could confirm her as an adult. Clad in nothing but a disposable diaper, she crouched in the back of the car as Stephanie blithely steered them through the downtown traffic. ****************************** Stephanie was renting a modest house on a tree-lined street in a quiet neighborhood -- but it seemed far too busy and crowded for Kumiko's comfort, as Stephanie parked and gestured for her to get out of the car. "But I'm practically naked!" Kumiko protested, looking desperately up and down the street. "Someone will see me like this! Can't you bring me out a dress or something?" "Someone certainly WILL see you if you stay out here in the car," Stephanie said. "Now get your little heinie in gear and come inside. No one will see anything if you don't dawdle. After all, your bottom's well-covered, and you can cross your arms over your chest...not that you have much of anything to hide up there." Kumiko fumed inwardly at the slighting comment on her flatness, but she obediently scrambled out of the car and dogged Stephanie's all-too-slow footsteps from the curb to her front door. There Stephanie spent an inordinate amount of time fumbling her keys while poor Kumiko practically danced on the front step beside her. At last, however, they got inside. "Thank god!" Kumiko sighed. "Now, please get me something to wear." She stood trembling, knees half-bent, arms over her chest, and it was all Stephanie could do to keep from laughing out loud at the sight. "I don't think I have anything that will fit you," she said, doubtfully. "But I'll go check my closet. You wait here...and be a good girl." Stephanie was gone for several minutes. Kumiko huddled miserably on the couch until she noticed the telephone. Though Jack was planning to spend the weekend at a family reunion, he surely wouldn't have left yet, so she decided to try calling him again. After half a dozen rings, a breathy female voice answered. Kumiko hesitated. Of all the people in the world, the last person she wanted to speak to now (as always) was Valerie Fiore -- "Cousin Valerie." Kumiko had never really gotten along well with Jack's family, but she was particularly at odds with Valerie. (In fact, Valerie wasn't actually a relative at all. Her parents and Jack's had been close for years, and, for a long time, everyone had assumed that they would marry some day. It was an open secret that Valerie still had designs on him.) "Um...Valerie? It's Kumiko. Let me speak to Jack.... Please." "Sorry. He's busy packing right now. We'll be heading out shortly." "It's important that I speak to him." "I SAID he's busy. But...maybe I can help. What's the problem?" Kumiko just then caught sight of herself in the big mirror over the fireplace -- wearing nothing but a diaper, with her hair still in childish pig-tails -- and realized she was in no position to make demands. "Well, c-could you...um...bring me s-some clothes, please?" she meekly asked. "Clothes? Why? What happened to the clothes you wore to work today?" Kumiko hesitated, wondering how to explain everything to this bitch...when suddenly the receiver was pulled from her grip. Stephanie had heard enough of the conversation on the extension to be able to guess what the relationship between the two women was like...and so she knew just the tack to take. "This is Stephanie Simon. I work with Kumiko. And...um...I'm afraid our little girl has lost all her clothes at a pool." Kumiko reddened at the sound of laughter coming from the phone. "ALL her clothes?" "That's right," Stephanie answered. "Everything from purse to panties! I guess the silly little twit went into the showers naked -- that's right, naked! -- and when she got back to her locker, no one would believe those adult clothes were hers. Can you imagine? Well, I guess you're right. She DOES look awfully immature, pre-adolescent maybe.... But apparently the lady in charge made her wear a toddler's things.... Yes, but then she even lost THAT, and all they gave her then was a spanking and a diaper.... That's right: a bare-bottom spanking, right out in public. Can't you just picture it?" Kumiko wished she could melt right through the floor, hearing this young snip and hateful "Cousin Valerie" laugh so at her misfortune. But all she could do was crouch pigeon-toed in her diaper, knees bent and arms hugging herself. Stephanie chuckled and said, "Yess, I suppose I could.... I DO babysit here.... How much? How long? OKAY! It's 949 Peach Street.... Right. I'll see you then. I do so look forward to meeting you." And she hung up the phone. "That nice Miss Valerie said she'd bring you some clothes," she said, rather condescendingly, to Kumiko. "But, in the meantime, you'll have to wait here and be good. It was very naughty of you to use my phone without permission, you know." That was the last straw. Shamed beyond endurance, Kumiko exploded. "GIVE ME SOME CLOTHES!" she shrieked. "I'm NOT a little girl! I'm your boss, and I WON'T be treated like this! I shouldn't be stuck here in just this awful diaper! I want my own clothes back...and my keys and money and phone and ID! And you better start acting like the underling that you are. Don't you DARE tell me how to behave!" "Okay," Stephanie smiled. She grabbed Kumiko's ear and tugged her over to the back door. "Ouch! EEEK!" "My house, my rules. And, if you don't want to behave, young lady, you can just leave." She flung open the back door and pushed Kumiko through and outside. Kumiko was stunned. And, as she staggered across the tiny rear porch, she felt Stephanie grasp the back of her diaper...heard the sibilant "rrassspp!" as the tape parted...felt the godawful "swisshh!" between her thighs as the diaper was pulled completely away. By the time she could collect herself, the door was shut again, and she was standing in Stephanie's sunny back yard...NAKED. "Oooo!" She climbed back onto the porch and, finding the door locked, dropped to a half-crouch and danced about on the hot concrete, glancing wildly around to see just how bad her situation was. Stephanie's back yard was a small one, filled with typical suburban stuff -- a play house, kiddie toys, a swing-set, and a sandbox. There was a waist-high hedge around it that might offer her SOME protection...but not while she was up there on the porch, where anyone in the neighboring yards or walking down the sidewalk could see her -- all of her! Quickly, she hopped off the step and crouched down in the bushes, looking imploringly up at Stephanie, who was standing regally behind the door. "Pleeeese let me in!" "I thought you didn't want to stay here with me, little girl." "Ohhh, but-but I'm naked out here!" "And whose fault is that, young lady?" "Ohhhh! MINE! It's my fault! Now please let me in!" "Do you promise to obey all the rules and do as I tell you?" "Yes, ANYTHING!" "Promise? I mean, it's a very important decision, little girl, and I don't want you just rushing into it...." "YES! I Promise! I'll do whatever you tell me!" "Very well." Stephanie smiled triumphantly. "You do just as you're told, and I'll keep you safe. For starters, I want you to go out there and play in the sandbox till 'Aunt Valerie' gets here." "But-but...." The look in Stephanie's eye quieted Kumiko instantly. Defeated, she scurried to the sandbox (which was ALMOST hidden by the hedges) and began listlessly pushing the sand around. Crouching in an outdoor sandbox...completely naked...miles from home...and at the mercy of a resentful junior, Kumiko wondered miserably how things could possibly get any worse. "I told you to PLAY in the sand, young lady," Stephanie called sternly. "Are you going to mind, or must I take you out to the front yard and give you another public spanking?" Disconsolately, Kumiko picked up a gaudy plastic bucket and a tiny shovel and and began making sand castles. The white sand felt gritty on her bare bottom, so she had to squat. Even so, she just knew that it was getting into places it shouldn't...but she also knew she had no choice. She MUSTN'T get Stephanie any madder, so she HAD to stay here till Valerie arrived with her clothes. ****************************** Part 2 Time passed as Kumiko continued fooling around in the sandbox, bent low to hide her nakedness from neighbors and passersby. She tried to calm herself, to soothe her frazzled nerves, to form some sort of plan. If she could just get something halfway decent to wear, she should be able to escape somehow, and then.... Hearing voices approaching along the sidewalk, just on the other side of the low hedge, she tried to scrunch herself into the smallest ball possible and, scarcely daring to look up, peered nervously through the hedge. Two middle-aged women, apparently neighborhood ladies, were strolling along and gossiping animatedly. She knew they might glimpse her if they chanced to glance her way. "Oh god! They're LOOKING! They're seeing me n-naked!" But they weren't really seeing much. As they passed by, one of them remarked, "I guess that Stephanie Whats-her-name's got a new kid staying over." "Stephanie Simon. Yes, well, good luck to her. I'm happy that I have an empty nest at last." Kumiko breathed a sigh of relief as the women moved on down the street. Then she glanced back at the house...and saw Valerie standing there. Rescue! Well, not quite. Valerie was in fact standing on the porch with her digital camera and snapping photos...photos of Kumiko! Blushing furiously, she scrambled out of the sandbox and dashed to the edge of the porch. She felt the grass between her toes and the sand clinging to her crotch. She hugged her body in a futile attempt at modesty and scurried up the porch steps, but halted in despair as Valerie retreated unhurriedly inside the house...and locked the door. Valerie smirked as she continued to use her camera through the glass panel, recording Kumiko's embarrassment for posterity. Meanwhile, Stephanie was saying, firmly, "No one said you could come inside, little girl. And aren't you ashamed of yourself, standing there on the back porch where just anyone can see you, stark naked? Now get back out in the yard and play -- like a good little girl -- until you're called." Kumiko couldn't believe her reddening ears. Was Stephanie really serious? Did this snippy young bitch really mean to leave HER, her superior, out here like THIS? "Better do as she says," Valerie laughed. "Stephanie seems to be in charge of you now. I can't help you until she says so." Kumiko's head was spinning and her stomach fluttering. Stephanie's in charge? Oh, god! For a moment, she danced about on the hot concrete undecided. But then she heard someone coming down the street, and her mind was made up. She jumped off the porch and hustled her naked butt back into the sandbox. "And I want to see you PLAYING!" Stephanie snapped. So the poor, naked executive huddled there, sweating and shoveling sand into a clown-colored plastic bucket with a little plastic shovel. Inside the house, she just knew Stephanie and Valerie were sipping cool drinks and talking of grown-up things, giggling occasionally at some joke. Well, she'd have to bide her time, and let them have their fun -- because there WOULD be a reckoning.... A car pulled to the curb in front of the house and switched off. Then there was the sound the sound of a car door and heels on the paving.... "All right, young lady," Stephanie's commanding voice interrupted Kumiko's jumbled thoughts. "Play time's over. Come inside." Kumiko didn't have to be told twice. She sprang to her feet and again sprinted to the back door. This time she was allowed in. But what greeted her inside was far from reassuring. Besides Stephanie (gazing down at her with cool authority), and Valerie (just terrifically amused), also present was Stacey, Valerie's 18-year old daughter. She was stylishly dressed and looking smug. "That's my purse!" Kumiko squawked, managing to appear both indignant and humiliated, with a scowl on her face, an arm across her tiny tits, and a hand down over her smooth pussy. "How did YOU get it?" "YOUR purse?" Stacey mocked. "Not any more. I simply described your stuff -- ex-stuff -- in detail, and the lady in charge turned everything over to me. She got a nice tip, too. I can use the jewelry, watch, and purse (Prada!), but the clothes were all much too small, so I left them at an up-scale consignment shop...where I got this outfit." She pirouetted proudly. "Kumi," Stephanie said, patronizingly, "you must admit that your former clothes are much too grown up for you." "That's right," Valerie smiled. "A little girl like you is much more at home in diapers and a play-pen than pretending to be a mover and shaker in the grown-up world...." Kumiko was suddenly felt very small, quite powerless, and incredibly NAKED! "P-please," she begged. "Please give me some clothes." "Later maybe," Valerie said. "But you must promise to be a good little girl." "I-I...promise." "Promise what, exactly? And to whom?" Stephanie asked. "I promise...to be a-a good little girl, for you and...A-aunt Valerie. Please." They had Kumiko provide some entertainment: operate a hula-hoop -- naked -- while singing "Itsy-bitsy Spider," "I'm a Little Tea Pot," and "Old McDonald." Every time she dropped the hoop, she got a brisk spanking. In the end, Kumiko had a red and painful bottom, and Valerie many more photos. "Well, we really should let little Kumi take a nap. And we all have important things to do, I think," Stephanie announced. "Oh, yes," Valerie said. "I'm off to the Frost family reunion with Jack. I'll see that he doesn't get lonely." "And I'll use Kumi's car and credit cards for a shopping spree," Stacey giggled. "This outfit's nice, but it's just not up to the standard of my new purse. I need shoes, especially." Stephanie smiled. "I'm sure you both will have fun. Me, I'll be spending a lot of time working this weekend, accessing Kumi's business accounts and interoffice correspondence and plundering them for inside information. I plan on moving up -- and moving quickly. Maybe in this company...or maybe I'll just sell out to the competition...." She turned to Kumiko, who was on the brink of exhaustion and had barely understood about half of what the others had been talking about. "You'll spend the weekend here, being baby-sat, Kumi," Stephanie said. "You'll wear what I tell you (not that you'll get all that much to wear). You'll dress as you're told, do as you're told, and obey every order I give you. And you will act like a little girl at all times...or you'll be punished. Eventually, you WILL learn to do as...Simon says." She giggled. "And IF you're good for the next couple of days, you can join us on Sunday," Valerie added. "But we couldn't FORCE you to do any of this," Stacey grinned. "So...if you have any hesitation at all -- if you don't really WANT to be a good little girl all weekend -- just say so now. And I'll take you downtown to the Juvenile Detention Center, while Mom e-mails those pictures of you to the whole office." Kumiko had a dizzying vision of herself in some grim facility, vainly trying to convince a butch matron that she was really an adult, trying to explain her nakedness and juvenile appearance...and, later, facing her whole office staff with pictures of her playing naked in a sandbox...or hula-ing.... "Noo-oo-oo!" she moaned. "I-I'll do it! Whatever you say...." "You'll do what? Say it again, you nasty little brat," Stephanie demanded. "I'll be a g-good little girl.... I really WANT to be your little girl...your GOOD little girl...all week-end.... Please, M-miss Stephanie...." "You should call me 'Auntie,' too," Stephanie grinned. *********************************************** Shortly thereafter, Kumiko was dutifully paying Stephanie to baby-sit her, crouching naked on the floor and signing checks under the watchful eyes of the three women. Despite their other plans, Valerie and Stacey did stay around to watch Stephanie bathe the blushing Kumiko in a little tub. Stephanie's hands teased Kumiko's sensitive nipples and smooth pussy, exciting her despite herself. She was not allowed to cum, however, but in fact was roundly criticized being "naughty." Then they dusted Kumiko's crotch with some sort of silver-grey powdery stuff, diapered her, secured her hands behind her (to prevent further "naughtiness"), and put her in a big crib in an alcove off the kitchen. Long before she was down, her cunt and asshole had begun to tingle and then to itch...maddeningly. "Stay out of trouble, Sweetie," Stephanie smiled down at her, ignoring her whimpers and squirming. "And don't make any noise while Auntie Steffi's guests are here." GUESTS? Stephanie gave Kumiko a bottle, securing it so she could suck on the nipple. "Fruit juice," Stephanie said. "It's good for you. And I'll expect you to have finished it by the time I'm back with another. Be a good girl, and you can stay here out of sight. If you're bad...don't drink all your juice or fuss or fiddle with your diaper...I'll just have to bring you out and punish you in front of EVERYBODY. Think about that." Stephanie's house gradually filled up with her friends: college kids, young singles...and co-workers. Oh, god! People from the office! Kumiko curled up into a tiny ball under her baby blanket for fear of being seen and recognized. She dutifully emptied each of the successive bottles she was given and stewed silently, tormented by fear and anger and humiliation and despair...as well as a screaming crotch and an increasingly soggy diaper. ****************************** Eventually, the party quieted, and "Auntie Steffi" stopped bringing Kumiko fresh bottles. The torment in her crotch also settled down a bit, though the itch continued, to a degree. (She wanted so badly to finger herself, but the bonds and the thick diaper prevented that.) Huddled in her crib, miserable and horny beyond imagining, the stylish executive a fading memory, she gradually drifted off to sleep...and dreamed disturbing dreams. ****************************** Saturday morning, Stephanie stripped off the soaked diaper and gave Kumiko another sound spanking, this time because the diaper had leaked some and soiled the crib's sheets. Then Kumiko had to drain another bottle, after which Stephanie seemed to soften a bit, for she allowed her to use a little red plastic potty. (Of course, more pictures were taken.) Kumiko spent most of the morning, however, out in the back yard, naked, hiding in the play house, while "Auntie Stef" worked on the PC, looting her boss's private files. Actually, that wasn't so bad, for Kumiko proceeded to spend hours doing what she had burned to do all night: masturbate. The morning passed in a welter of orgasms. At lunch, Kumiko was fed oatmeal and stewed prunes and then allowed to "go potty" again. It was hard to tell whether she had lost the will to resist or was just biding her time, waiting for a suitable opportunity. Stephanie decided to take it at face value, however. And the two of them went shopping at the mall.... ****************************** About noon on Sunday, Stephanie and Kumiko arrived at the family reunion party in Jeaudeau Park. Though Kumiko was sure that her husband would rescue her from this awful situation, Jack seemed to be nowhere in sight...and she didn't dare create a scene. She had to keep as low a profile as possible, because of the way she looked. Her hair was done up in two be-ribboned pig-tails, and she was sucking (loudly) on a pacifier, having been spanked twice on the trip up for not sucking vigorously enough. Her white baby doll dress was so short that it showed off her bulky diaper even when she was standing still -- and so sheer that her nipples were clearly visible right through it. The diaper made her waddle, of course, and the silly, too-tight, white plastic sandals caused her to walk more awkwardly still. And, dressed like this, she had to toddle around, holding Stephanie's hand. Though Kumiko's husband was nowhere to be seen, they encountered plenty of other in-laws, all of whom were anxious to hear all about the babysitting adventure. And Stephanie was more than happy to oblige. "She slept in a crib Friday night, of course, wearing just a diaper. She didn't want it, but...let's just say it turned out she really needed it!" She sighed, sympathetically. "I'm afraid that our little Kumi still wets the bed...though she IS learning to "go potty" in the daytime." Everyone grinned down at the blushing, 24-year-old wife and businesswoman reduced to toddler-dom. Stephanie continued, "She behaved well enough Saturday that I thought we could go to the mall in the afternoon. Luckily, one of the...um...OTHER kids I baby-sit left this outfit that fits her nicely." Kumiko squirmed. "We visited a bunch of places, including a really nice clothing store, Marie's Boutique. But, while my back was turned, Kumi tried to get the saleslady to give her some grown-up clothes. Naturally the lady explained that she can't just GIVE clothes away, and that Kumi was obviously much too young to wear adult things anyway. So the little brat started insisting that she WAS grown up and had to have those clothes. Things escalated, and pretty soon she was crying and stamping her feet.... "So I gave her something to cry about! Those pig-tails make very convenient handles. I just sat down, pulled her across my lap, tore off her diaper, and gave her a spanking." "Mmmm," Valerie smacked her lips approvingly. "You mean everyone could see her bare bottom?" "They sure could," Stephanie nodded. "Especially the way she was wiggling it around over my lap. By the time we left that store, she was bawling her eyes out and promising to be 'a GOOD little girl, Auntie Stef.' And I just left her diaper behind in a trash bin...." Kumiko's blush darkened, as she remembered how it felt to be led through the mall bottomless, trying to walk in those damn sandals, hold her dress down over her bare bottom, and hang onto Stephanie's hand.... (It had been painfully humiliating...but something more, too.) "Wherever we went, laughter followed. We would pause to window shop, and people walking by would stop and stare. Of course, nobody imagined she was actually a toddler.... She was clearly older than that -- a teenager, probably -- undergoing punishment. "I decided to prolong the scene for a while and not be forthcoming with another diaper. Kumiko had to toddle along beside me, in a half-crouch, frantically begging for mercy, while desperately trying to cover herself with one hand...." ("Yes, I WAS trying to cover myself with that hand," Kumiko thought. "But also....") "I eventually left her in a deserted kiddie play pen and hired a couple of brassy 18-year-old black girls to watch her. "I took my time shopping. I mean, I really didn't think I'd have to worry about her running off, being supervised as she was -- and with her bare butt hanging out." Everyone laughed. "But then, as I was about to get on the escalator down to the main floor, I noticed Kumi leaning up against the plastic play pen rail, talking to those two black girls. That was a little surprising, you know. I mean, they didn't really seem the type that Kumi would get friendly with. They were dressed, well, 'ethnically' I suppose you'd say, in neon clothes, gaudy plastic jewelry, and strange hair -- dreadlocks and corn rows. And they themselves were loud and hip-hop. I could see they were really amused by whatever Kumi was saying to them.... And then I saw that Kumi was playing rock/paper/scissors with them. "At that same moment, one of the girls took off a shoe and handed it (somewhat reluctantly) to Kumi. They were playing for their clothes. "Well, you can just imagine how I felt. The little brat was trying to take advantage of these women, just because she didn't like the nice dress she was wearing. But, as I rode down the escalator, I saw Kumi give the girl back her shoe...and then, after another round, hand over one of her sandals. The black girls were were laughing loudly and gesticulating. A few people were looking on.... "By the time I got closer, Kumi had lost her other sandal. I couldn't help smiling, and I paused, kind of easing out of sight behind a pillar, just to watch what would happen next. I mean, the only thing she had left was her cute little dress, and...you guessed it...she lost the next round." Kumiko's sister-in-law, Madeleine, howled with laughter. "You mean this supposedly grown-up lady actually got beat out of her clothes?" Kumiko squinted at the chunky, slightly tipsy, bottle-blonde, who seemed oblivious to the fact that she herself was almost spilling out of her cut-offs and halter. Kumiko silently added Madeleine's name to the Revenge List. "That's right," Stephanie gloated. "I could hardly believe my eyes when that girl just reached over and pulled Kumi's dress right off. And suddenly, there she was, bare naked at the mall." Kumiko hung her head remembering those shameful events -– all because she tried to get some adult clothes (no matter how tasteless they were). And the humiliating sequel as Stephanie marched over, bought back her clothes, then took her by the hand and led her off to a secluded corner for another prolonged spanking (which the two black girls seemed to enjoy immensely). She heard comments and fragments of comments...including: "You know...she looks kind of familiar. There's a lady at work.... Naah, it couldn't be...surely...." Oh, god! (But Kumiko did learn that it wasn't so bad if she frictioned her cunt against the spanker's knee....) "Afterward, I gave her back the dress, and she was ever so grateful to get it. But I wasn't sure that she'd completely learned her lesson yet. There's a big play house in my back yard, and our little girl spent the night there -– tethered securely," Stephanie smirked. ("The mosquitos were maddening, but my fingers were sooo nice," Kumiko remembered. "And then...and then...a mosquito bit my clit!") "By this morning, when I let her in and washed her off in the sink, she actually seemed glad to be treated like a little girl again. It was all 'Yes, Auntie' and 'No, Auntie.' She's been a nice, mannerly, obedient little girl all morning...except when she doesn't work her pacifier hard enough -- like now...so I dressed her up, and here we are. Still, she's just earned another spanking...." Laughter burst from Kumiko's assembled in-laws as Stephanie finished her account and reached for the diaper. "Well, I never would have believed that she'd ASK to be treated like this," said a male voice. "But, after seeing the check she signed.... And no one would keep losing all her clothes and getting treated like a kid unless that's what she really wanted." It was Kumiko's husband. "No way!" Kumiko cried. "I'm not a little girl! I'm NOT! I'm a mature businesswoman, and I mustn't be treated like this." She stamped her feet so forcefully that her diaper came loose and slipped easily over her hips and down her legs...and she was suddenly quite bare-bottomed. "No!" Kumiko tried to kick, but her sandaled feet got caught in the diaper around her ankles and the whole thing came off, along with her sandals, leaving her standing in front of everyone in just her baby doll dress. "I told you she'd get feisty," Valerie said, standing with one arm around Jack. She smiled down at his humiliated wife. "Obviously hyperactive, poor thing. But she'll get used to having me around to keep her in line. I can be just like her new mommy!" "Oh, NO!" "Well," Valerie said, airily, "obviously little Kumi needs to be taught not to throw a tantrum every time something doesn't suit her." Jack shook his head in apparent sympathy, but couldn't help grinning. "A wonderful idea," Stephanie said. She had noticed what the others, dulled with alcohol, had not -- that Kumiko was wet, very wet, so wet in fact that her cunt was drooling. Stephanie's mind was racing. Maybe...just maybe...her thing with Kumi could turn out to be longer term than she had thought.... She grinned. "Well, Kumi can just stay like that the rest of the afternoon. I'm sure that Valerie and Madeleine -- and others -- can think of lots of fun games to play with her." Kumiko mentally sighed. She gave up -- for the moment. Vengeance, she realized, would have to wait. And she was also thinking that serenity may manifest itself variously. "At least I haven't had to fret about executive stress for two days...."