The Bigger Little

Contains: Diapers, Sexual Teasing, Wetting

“Wow.” Tabitha thought over Anita’s offer–it wasn’t often she was given an opportunity like this. “You’re sure?”

Anita smiled, beaming in response as she poured her morning coffee. “Uh-huh. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy our power plays, but I wanted to change things up for the weekend–that’s alright, right?”

She’d sprung her offer over breakfast, while Tabitha was still waking up, and Tabitha suspected a trick. Anita was volunteering, not just to be in diapers for the weekend, but to be Tabitha’s little baby girl. They didn’t tend to get into that much age play, but Tabitha loved when she got to have power over her fiance, whether she was a tied up bunny or a padded little baby–maybe it was a genuine offer, maybe Anita had something up her sleeve.

That was how they operated–the two of them both preferred being on top, and would happily take any opportunity to seize control. They loosely took turns as the submissive, and enjoyed it well enough, but the real thrill came from seizing power and control and rendering their counterpart into a helpless little diaper girl.

Only this time, Anita was volunteering.

“Of course it’s alright,” Tabitha said, “You just generally need a bit more prodding before you’re willing to submit like this.”

Shrugging, Anita said, “Like I said, I wanted to try something different–it won’t be a free ride for you, though. If I’m going to be your little baby, that means you’re responsible for meals, nap times, supervision, all my changes–it’ll take a lot of attention.”

“I can be attentive.” Tabitha said.

“I mean it–you’re promising to constant attention, in exchange for my being your baby,” Anita said.

That seemed like a trap, but Tabitha couldn’t see what the trap could be. “I still get to tease you, right?”

“Sure–sex is definitely still on the table,” Anita promised.

Clearing away her breakfast dishes and stacking them in the sink, Tabitha thought it over. It didn’t seem to have any downsides. It’d consume her whole weekend, but she’d been planning on spending the weekend with Anita anyways–that wasn’t a downside in the slightest.

“Sure,” Tabitha agreed. “I’ll do it.”

Anita beamed. “Thank yo–”

“And that means you are in the wrong clothes, little girl,” Tabitha smirked. Stepping around the kitchen table, she grabbed Anita by the wrist, tugging her out of the kitchen. “I don’t know what you were thinking, putting on panties as though you’re a big girl–let’s fix that before you get any more silly ideas.”

Anita resisted her pull, slightly, but only slightly, and her protest of, “Nooo,” felt weak and obviously staged.

Dragging her to the bedroom, Tabitha turned to face Anita. “Okay, take off your clothes.”

“Nuh,” Anita replied, sticking out her chin.

“Excuse me?” Tabitha raised an eyebrow. “What happened to, ‘I’ll be an obedient little baby’?”

“I’m too little,” Anita explained. “Can’t change my own clothes!”

“Ooh,” Tabitha nodded, understanding the game. “Well then–I suppose that means I get to dress you.”

“Mhmm!” Anita agreed, nodding excitedly.

“After I punish you for trying to put on panties,” Tabitha added.

Anita hesitated, then nodded again, this time with a lot more reservation. “I dunno…”

“Well I do know, and you brought this on yourself, little girl,” Tabitha promised. Stepping closer to Anita, she pulled her fiance’s shirt off, reached down, and began unbuttoning Anita’s jeans.

Their bedroom was cozy, with not a lot of room to move around, but there was enough space to move Anita to the side of the bed. Sitting down, Tabitha tugged on Anita’s arm and pulled her over her lap, shifting her jeans and panties down to her ankles.

“Do you know why you’re in trouble?” she asked, rubbing a hand on Tabitha’s exposed butt.

Tabitha nodded. “‘Cuz I tried to dress like a big girl, when I’m not–I’m just a baby who needs constant supervision.”

Ten slaps–not particularly hard, just enough to sting. Tabitha didn’t want to inflict much pain, she just wanted to reinforce her dominance going forward. Anita’s bottom was the barest shade of pink as she finished, which was just fine as far as Tabitha was concerned.

Pulling her up into a hug, Tabitha gave her a squeeze and a small kiss on the forehead. “Now, you won’t be naughty again, will you?”

“Nuh,” Anita nodded, fully in character as the little girl. “I’m sorry…”

“Good girl. Now lay down, and we’ll get you in some more appropriate clothing.” Tabitha grinned–she already had ideas for what she’d dress Anita up in, the photos she’d take, the future teasing material for when Anita tried to turn the tables.

Anita laid back, and Tabitha went to the dresser, considering her options carefully. They had several varieties–incredibly thick but plain diapers that could go all day without needing changed, a few flavors of animal prints, even pullups for the right occasion. After a thoughtful pause, Tabitha picked out the pink bunny print diapers and returned to Anita’s side.

“Bottoms up,” she said, unfolding the diaper and sliding it beneath Anita’s bottom.

The diaper change was such a common ritual between them that wipes and baby powder just sat on the night stand, and after a quick use of the former and a liberal application of the latter, Anita was ready to be taped up securely in her daytime diaper.

Before Tabitha did that, though, she returned to the dresser and retrieved a little toy. The vibrator was roughly the size of an egg, and, crucially, had a bluetooth connection to Tabitha’s phone, giving her complete control over its actions.

Dabbing the toy with lube, she walked back to Anita. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you have some fun with this,” she said, gently inserting the toy into Anita’s sex. “Okay?”

Anita bit her lip and nodded. “I’ll be good!”

“Good,” Tabitha said, focusing on the diaper for a moment to fold it in place and stick down the tapes. “We’re lucky you didn’t soak your pants, or you’d be in serious trouble–now we won’t have to worry about any little leaks, will we?”

Tabitha waited for an objection–that the diaper was too juvenile, or that she wouldn’t have any accidents–but Anita just looked down and smiled. “Thanks!”

For the thousandth time, Tabitha wondered if she was up to something, but she couldn’t see any way that Anita submitting herself enthusiastically would lead to any sort of turnabout–Tabitha hadn’t agreed to take the next turn as the baby, after all.

Returning to their dresser for the last time, Tabitha knelt to the bottom drawer and took out a short sundress, the sort that would just barely Anita’s diaper if she stood perfectly still, but which would reveal the padding poking out at the slightest movement.

Unfolding the dress, she returned to Anita’s side and raised it up, wrapping the girl up in her garment. “There you go! All ready for the day.”

“Can we make lemonade and go play in the back yard?” Anita beamed.

“Sure, sweetie,” Tabitha said, helping her fiance to sit up.

Together, the two of them left their bedroom and moved back towards the kitchen, where Anita had proposed this whole idea to begin with.

Lemonade was a great choice–it was a warm, sultry day out, and if they were going to be outside they’d definitely want something to drink. She just made it from powder, but they had some bottled lemon juice and some mint leaves in the fridge, so while Anita poured the powder, Tabitha got the extras and added them in for a bit of a boost in flavor. One tall glass for herself, and a sippy cup full for Anita.

“One more thing,” Tabitha said, diverting to the bathroom to retrieve their sun screen. Squirting a glob in her hand, she gave herself a good covering, then walked over to Anita to do the same. Anita shivered and yelped at the cold cream on her neck and arms, but Tabitha chided her with, “I’ve got to make sure you’re protected, sweetie!”

All that done, they moved their day to the back yard.

The tall privacy fence had been one of the factors that led them to move into this particular house when they got engaged–several places had been available, but while they all had their perks, the privacy fence pushed this one over the edge. The old play house was another smaller incentive, with a little plastic slide and a swingset that the previous residents had offered to get rid of, but they kept with the excuse that, ‘Some of their friends had kids’. Anita rushed out into the yard, and Tabitha followed a little more slowly behind, finding a seat on their back porch and setting both her glass and the pitcher on the patio table.

She let Anita play. It was more subdued than Tabitha had expected–for the most part, Anita was genuinely engaging in Little activities, looking for cool rocks in the garden bed, going down the slide that was shorter than she was, swinging on the swingset.

Tabitha was willing to take it slow, to meet Anita’s pace–she sipped her lemonade and opened the E-reader on her phone, perusing a novel. Occasionally, she considered opening the remote control app and beginning the process of teasing Anita, but she was having plenty of fun just enjoying the morning in the back yard, so why interrupt it?

After an hour or so, and several glasses of lemonade, Tabitha did have one pressing issue that required her attention–a full bladder. Getting to her feet, she said, “I’ll be right back, sweetie.”

“Nuh!” Anita declared, shaking her head. “I’m not done playing yet.”

Tabitha hesitated. “You can keep playing, I just need to run inside and use the bathroom.”

Anita shook her head more vigorously. “You can’t leave a baby unattended! That’s dangerous.”

Blinking, Tabitha finally recognized the trap. She’d agreed to the rules of this game, and now Anita had flipped it around. She could just leave anyways–it wasn’t as though Anita would actually hurt herself while playing–but that’d mean giving up the scene.

Anita was going to delay until Tabitha was forced to pee her pants, and then Anita would use that to flip the script, reversing their roles.

“Fine,” Tabitha said. “Come over here, you can come inside with me while I use the bathroom.”

Anita shook her head. “Gotta catch me first!”

And with that, she darted to the far side of the yard, all but demanding that Tabitha chase her down.

Tabitha knew better than that. She didn’t need to chase Anita down–she just had to occupy her. Rather than engage in the childish game of tag, she took out her phone, found the vibrator app, and turned it up to full.

Anita’s eyes widened, and the sudden intense arousal inside her paralyzed her. Tabitha strolled up, casually, while Anita’s legs buckled and she dropped to the ground.

“Fffuu–” Anita mumbled.

“You thought you were being clever, weren’t you?” Tabitha replied, crouching and grabbing Anita’s wrist. With her other hand, she turned off the vibrator, so that Anita wouldn’t even get any satisfaction out of her stunt.  “Come on, baby girl. I’m going to use the potty like a big girl, and then you’re going to find out just how in trouble you are for not coming when I told you to.”