A Child Star's Reruns (Poll Winner)

Emily groaned as she stretched in her bed. “No way am I drinking that much again” she muttered, her rasping voice making her throat hurt. Her head thumped with every pulse. Her mouth was dry as sand. And her stomach was churning all night. She frowned when she heard plastic crinkling as she stretched. “Do I even want to look?” she whispered.

She opened her eyes and lifted her head. It took a moment for her hungover brain to comprehend what she was looking at. “What the…” she whispered. “Was I arrested?” she muttered, noting the bars around her. “But I’m in a…”

The groggy tiredness that came with being hungover quickly disappeared. “I’m in a crib?” she whispered. And a big one at that. There was easily enough room in here for at least 4 adults to comfortably sleep in. She pushed herself up so she was sitting. The crinkling noise came again.

“What the fuck?!” she whispered harshly, her jaw dropping as she took in her surroundings. “Emily Dawson, you better not have taken to drugs after avoiding them for so long” she whispered. She was nude except for one thing. Around her waist was the biggest diaper she’d ever seen. And she wasn’t just in a crib, but she was in a nursery. Completely decked out in things any parent would need, and any little girl would dream of having. Except it was all sized for an adult.

“I’ve heard of child stars going mad before… but this is ridiculous” she whispered. She looked back to the diaper. It had all sorts of animals on it, and was clearly soaked. Not entirely a surprise given she’d been drunk last night, but embarrassing nonetheless. “Who the fuck brought me here?” she whispered.

There wasn’t a sound other than from Emily herself. “Okay… come on Em. You can do this” she said, hyping herself up. She grabbed the rails of the crib and pulled herself up. Much to her annoyance, it was surprisingly difficult. She panted, standing on shaky legs and holding onto the crib for dear life.

She glanced around the room again. Something about it seemed… vaguely familiar to her. She grit her teeth as her hand slipped and she almost fell back on her butt. She managed to catch herself, but that was quickly forgotten as her stomach grumbled again. “Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me” she muttered through her teeth.

She tried to stop it, but it seemed inevitable. Already in a squatting position, Emily grunted as her poop forced its way out into the diaper. It sagged even more than it had with only piss in it. Emily flinched as she heard laughing. A crowd laughing to be exact. “Who’s there?! Help! Where am I?!” she shouted, head darting back and forth through the room. “Are there cameras in here or something?!”

Just then, the door opened. And in walked her Mother. “Mom! Thank God, get me out of this thing!” she shouted. Emily’s Mom chuckled to herself.

“My, someone’s cranky this morning” her Mom said. Emily glared at her with her mouth wide open. Her Mom undid the latch holding the rails up and pulled them down. “Let’s get that diapie changed Emmy” she said.

“Are you fucking nuts?!” Emily shouted. But her Mom just cooed at her in response. She then shocked Emily by lifting her out of the crib with ease. “Jesus Christ Mom! You trying to break your back?!” Emily shouted again, wiggling in an attempt to get out of her Mom’s grasp. Oddly enough, her Mom didn’t struggle to hold her. Neither Emily’s weight, nor her moving seemed to even phase her Mom.

“Such a fidget you are this morning Emmy. Mommy might have to get Dada to change you from now on… if he could even figure out how to” her Mom muttered. Once again, the disembodied laughing crowd started again. Emily’s eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of a hidden camera. This just had to be some sort of prank. Or maybe she’d signed up for some Truman Show knockoff when she was drunk?

“Seriously! What the hell is going on here?!” Emily shouted. Her Mom pushed a pacifier into her mouth. Emily tried spitting it out, but instead found herself sucking it. “Wha da heww ish dish?!” she said.

“So talkative today too… get that from your Father” her Mom said, prompting the laughing again. Her Mom put her down on the oversized changing table and started tearing the diaper tapes off. “Phew” her Mom waved her hand in front of her face. “Mama’s little bab sure knows how to make a stink” she said.

Emily glared at her Mom, still sucking the pacifier. She looked around for cameras again, but still found none. She took several deep breaths. The messy, soaking wet diaper came off. Emily tried to sit up, but her Mom quite easily kept her pinned to the table. “Ah ah, pumpkin. Mommy still has to put your new diapie on”

Emily sighed in frustration as she had to just lay there and wait for her Mom to finish changing her. She crossed her arms, staring up at the ceiling. It was only then that she remembered what state she was currently in. “I am weawin’ a diapie, nakie othewishe, Mom ish talking to me wike a baby, an’ thewe’sh peopwe waughin’ shomewhewe…”

Finally, her Mom taped the diaper up and Emily was free to get up. She tried to push herself off the changing table, only to be caught by her Mom again. “Such a curious little rascal you are. You’re gonna give Mommy lots of trouble when you can walk”

Her Mom carried her over to the closet, where she pulled out a t-shirt and overalls. She had Emily dressed quickly and took her downstairs. It was there that Emily started to piece together just what was happening. Her Mom brought her into the kitchen, and Emily could only gasp. “Angewa?!” she shrieked, seeing an old woman sitting at the table.

“Oh there’s my Granddaughter” Angela said, taking Emily out of her Mom’s hands. “And you’re getting so big sweetie” she said. Emily was too shocked to respond. She pinched herself and winced.

“Okay you’ve gone insane Emily Dawson” she whispered to herself. Angela Ryan wasn’t her Grandmother. But, she WAS the actress who played Emily’s Grandmother in ‘On The Job’, a sitcom Emily’s parents were in when they had her. It also led to her being a child actress, and a damn famous one at that. She was rather good at acting for a child, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise when big companies like Warner Bros. and Disney had approached her. She’d been particularly famous for this sitcom because of the shenanigans she got up to as a baby and a toddler. There was only one problem.

Angela Ryan had been dead for the past 25 years.

Emily reached out to touch her, not believing her eyes. She started breathing quickly and sucked her pacifier harder. “Thish ishn’t weaw..” she whispered. “I wanna wake up now” she said a little louder.

Angela started bouncing Emily on her knees. She didn’t even pay attention to what they were talking about around her. Suddenly, the room around her shifted. Emily shrieked, looking around her. “What the fuck?!” she yelled, no longer having a pacifier in her mouth. She was in a stroller.

“Aww, it’s alright Emmy, Mommy’s got your paci right here” her Mom said behind her. Emily just saw a hand reach around and put a pacifier in her mouth. She started sucking it again immediately. Her Mom was talking to someone, pushing the stroller back and forth every couple of seconds.

The laughing crowd sounded out again. She looked to her left. There was a playground filled with slides, swings, seesaws, the lot. Emily felt something surge up in her. Without her intending to do so, her hand came up to the buckle on her chest which strapped her to the stroller. It came undone and Emily’s body pushed itself out of the stroller.

“What the hell is going on?!” she shrieked as she got to her knees and crawled towards the playground. “Why can’t I move?!” she yelled, her body ignoring her desire to stop. Thankfully however, Emily found herself being picked up.

“See what I mean?! She’s already able to get out of her stroller!” her Mom said, bringing Emily back to the bench. “I’m gonna have a damn heart attack with her” she said. Emily got a good look at the person she was talking to. Jessica Prince, another cast member from On The Job. Last Emily had heard, she was retired from acting so she could focus on being an artist.

“Oh relax Sandra, I’m sure she’s not THAT much of a hassle” Jessica said, prompting the laughing again. Emily’s Mom handed her a teddy bear, which Emily clutched like she was trying to rip it.

“shewioushwy! What da heww ish goin’ on! I feew wike… wike I’m…” Emily’s annoyance quickly made way for a new possibility. “That can’t be wight…” she whispered, now sucking her pacifier of her own volition. The playground. That was featured in many episodes of On The Job. But the first one it was shown in, Emily remembered seeing a rerun of. In it, she had escaped from her stroller.

She gasped and looked over her shoulder. “A man will come walking by and nearly spill his coffee on Mom” she whispered. Indeed, a man with a coffee cup was coming towards them. She turned back to her Mom and Jessica. “I struggled,” she said. Like clockwork, her body started moving on its own. Her hand hit the man square in the nuts, almost making him spill his coffee.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry about that” her Mom said, with Emily whispering along with her. Her Mom pulled her arm in and the laughing started again.

“No harm done” the man said, walking off a bit slower than he’d walked when approaching them. Emily looked to the playground.

“Then… Jessica will suggest bringing me to the playground” she whispered, staring at the slide.

“I think little Emmy wants to go play Sandy” Jessica said, chuckling to herself. A second of silence passed where Emily knew her Mom was biting her lip, before Jessica scoffed. She could remember the scene clear as day. “Come on, it’s not like she’ll fall off with both of us here”

“Ok… I guess she’d be alright” her Mom said. Jessica pushed the stroller while her Mom carried her to the slide. Emily felt her stomach. She’d mess herself just before being put on the slide, and then her Mom would groan and change her in public.

And as her Mom hoisted her to the top of the slide, Emily felt her diaper start to sag. “Oh my God!” she whispered, cringing as she went down the slide and smeared her poop all over her butt.

Jessica picked her up at the bottom of the slide and frowned. “Uh oh. I think someone made a stinky winky” she said. Emily involuntarily laughed, with the laughing crowd joining in.

“Are you serious?!” her Mom asked behind her. She could remember how overly dramatic her Mom slouched her shoulders and hung her head, even though she couldn’t see it. “Come on Emmy, Mommy will change you now” she said, lifting Emily out of Jessica’s arms.

Emily was laid out on a changing mat and her Mom started changing her. Even though Emily had an abundance of pubic hair, it might as well not have been there for how easily the poop came off it. “She’s gonna be a real handful when she starts bringing boys home” Jessica said. Her Mom scoffed and Emily was left to blush as her butt was wiped.

“I’m actually living out the role…” she whispered, staring up at the sky. Suddenly the world shifted again. Emily found herself sitting in a high chair back in the kitchen. She looked down at the tray and frowned. It was already messy. Then the laugh track started. “So then… uh oh” she whispered.

Emily’s gaze shot up to the door into the backyard. Not 5 seconds later, several people burst in, prompting the laughing track again. Her Dad, Jessica, Mom, and a dog were all now in a heap on the floor. “Why the hell did you think kicking a SKUNK would be a good idea?!” her Mom shouted, making the laughing grow louder.

“Because I was trying to get it away from Benji!” her Dad shouted back, gagging from the smell. “I didn’t see you trying to help!”

Emily looked down at the dog. “That’s right… Benji the Labrador” she whispered. Everyone got to their feet.

“Michael you are such a dolt! Could you not have, I don’t know, dragged the damned dog away from the skunk?! Fucking shithead!” Jessica shouted, coughing and gagging. Emily held her breath. This was the part that made her famous.

Her arm lifted on its own, she started giggling and pointing at her Dad. “Doodiehead!” she said. All 3 of their jaws dropped and they stared at Emily.

“Are you actually kidding me?” her Mom whispered. Doodiehead. Emily’s first word. The reaction had been so genuine that the producers decided to keep it in. And apparently that made audiences at the time laugh. The laugh track picked up. She had no idea how it was her first word. She remembered her Mom saying she was fairly late developmentally with speaking.

Her Mom walked over to her and pulled her out of the high chair. “Uh… sorry Sandy” Jessica said, nervously rubbing the back of her head.

“Most kids say Mama or Dada. But no, my Emily’s first word is swearing” her Mom said. If she was being honest, Emily had no idea how so many people found this moment funny. When she’d watched it back, it didn’t even get a snort out of her. But it was still a momentous time of her life.

The world warped again, with Emily now sitting in a playpen with Sesame Street on in the background. She sucked her pacifier as she looked around. “How did I end up hewe?” she whispered. Looking down at her diaper, she frowned. “Bone dwy?”

She felt a twinge in her bladder. “Weww… I gonna wee wee anyway” she lisped. Emily took a deep breath and exhaled as she started to voluntarily pee in her diaper. She blushed. “Wow… that actuawwy feewsh good” she whispered, taking in the sensation of her warm pee touching her pussy.

She picked up a rattle beside her and shook it. She giggled, giving it another shake. She could hear her Mom talking in the other room. She stared at the rattle curiously. It felt so strange that she would be entertained by such a simple toy. She glanced back to her diaper and poked it. “~Oh!” she whispered, moaning quietly from the feeling. She pushed her diaper more forcefully this time.

“Ah! Oh my God that feewsh good” she whispered, blushing at the thought she was actually turned on by sitting in her own pee. She pushed harder and started masturbating. She panted as she got more and more horny. It didn’t take long for her to cum. Emily smiled dumbly, sucking her pacifier as she squirt her cum into her diaper.

Just then her Mom came in. “Yeah I know Mom… yes, I know… love you, bye” she said, hanging up her phone. “Alright Emmy. Let’s put you down for a nap” her Mom said, picking her up once again and bringing Emily upstairs. Emily hugged her Mom as she sucked her paci, her legs wrapped around her Mom’s waist.

How she got stuck in this situation was… an answer she didn’t need right now. Emily smiled as she laid her head on her Mom’s shoulders. “Maybe I could give this a go…”

She heard a faint announcer in the distance. “Up next is more On The Job! Be sure to stick around folks!” the man said, hyping up the sitcom. Emily sighed.

“Yeah… I could get used to diapers…”