A Wife's Journey Back to Diapers

Jill looked up.

Sitting in what had been her home office until very recently was Emily. Why was she looking up at someone sitting in her office? Jill had asked herself that question every day since Emily moved in.

"Look at you all cute, playing with your dolls, not worrying about work," Emily said, looking down at Jill, "Isn't this better? Doesn't it feel more natural?"

Jill said nothing. She wanted to, but the pacifier in her mouth made talking almost impossible.

"Now, don't be grumpy. We all think this is best for you. We don't want another breakdown, do we?"

Once again, Jill said nothing.

She didn't have a breakdown. That was a lie. It was all Emily's fault. She convinced Connor to do it. She was the reason Jill was wearing a dress that was more suitable for a toddler than a thirty-five-year-old woman. And if the dress was not enough to showcase her new status, Emily had also forced her to wear a diaper. What was worst, she had to use them.

"Is your diaper full?"

Jill nodded.

"Does my little baby Jill want a change?"

Jill nodded again.

"Is baby Jill going to nurse on mommy's breasts without throwing a fit?"

Jill didn't move this time.

Emily had been focusing her free time on inducing milk production. Jill knew that because she talked about it all the time with Connor. They didn't care that Jill was literally there as they talked. They were happy to ignore her, even though she had been Connor's wife just a few weeks ago.

They were still married. Legally speaking, at least.

But Jill had not slept with her husband in months. Not since Emily moved in.

"Come on, sweety," said Emily, standing up, "Let's get you clean and ready for your nap."

Jill wasn't tired, but she had no choice in the matter. Nowadays, Emily was in charge of every aspect of her life, from baths and changes to meals and nap times.

Emily picked her as of she was truly just a toddler under her charge. Holding her against her hips, making Jill's wet diaper press against her crotch.

She blushed.

Although diapers were by far the most humiliating part of her new status, she couldn't deny the fact that they had become the only way for her to get any sexual pleasure. It wants something she had told anyone. She had barely admitted it to herself.

But Emily knew about it.

She delighted in seeing Connor's former wife blushing. Jill was cute and sexy for a woman her age, a bit chubby, but that only made her look even cuter.

"Alright, little girl, let's change you and get you ready for your nap. Grandma and Grandpa are coming today to see you."

Jill did something she had not done before. She spat her pacifier onto the ground, astonished at Emily's words.

"My parents?"

Emily nodded, "You know you aren't allowed to take your paci out of your mouth. Besides, I wouldn't worry so much about them. They are bringing your sister and her kids too. "

Jill shook her head. No one besides Connor and Emily had seen her as a baby before. She didn't want anyone else to see her. But she definitely didn't want her family to do so.

"Please. No. Don't do it."

"Honey, you have not been paying attention if you think you have any say in the matter."

Jill began sobbing as Emily opened her wet diaper, exposing her most private parts that were covered in pee and baby powder.

"Now, I think someone's cranky because she had not made a poo yet. But we can change that easily."

Emily cleaned Jill's crotch carefully, paying extra attention to her labia and butthole. Which only made Jill blush as she kept sobbing.

Then, she placed a new diaper under Jill's buttcheeks, but instead of just applying more powder and locking her up again, she took from her pocket a large pill.

"No. No. Please. I'll be a good baby."

But Jill's pleas were ignored.

Emily pressed the pill against Jill's butthole. And Jill did nothing but sob even harder as her sphincter fought the intrusion. But it was a lost battle. Emily pressed even harder until Jill's body swallowed the entire pill.

"That should help."

Defeated, Jill began sucking her own thumb, longing for some comfort.

"Don't worry, darling," said Emily, locking Jill back in her thick white prison, "Come to Mama."

Emily sat Jill over her lap and removed her blouse, exposing her massive breasts. Emily was ten years younger than her, and her body was prove of it.

"Don't resist, honey. You know you want it. You know, deep down, that you truly are just a little dumb baby."

Tears were running down Jill's cheeks as her lips found their way into Emily's breast. She began sucking, and just a few minutes later, she felt the sweet nectar that was Emily's milk.

"Easy there, slowly, my love. There's enough to keep you growing strong and fat for Mommy and daddy."

Jill sucked her worries away as she began closing her eyes.

"Good, baby, good. Sleep for mommy."