The Crooked Step

I tugged and pulled at the restraints around my wrists, binding me to the pillar, whimpering between annoyed frustrated shouting. "You can't do this to me, Max! I'm your stepdaughter, I'm not your..." I groaned and winced and leaned into the pillar. My stomach churned like butter. What had he done to me?! My memory was so hazy, thick and pillowy like the diaper between my legs.

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"Shh, shh... there's no use in getting upset." Max walked around the living room, around the pole in the center of his basement, with a smile on his lips. "You always act like such a little brat for your mother, whom I love very much.  And she lets you.  So I've taken it upon myself to appropriately punish you."

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"You can't-" Another groan, and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. "Jesus fucking christ, I need to use the bathroom, let me go, let me GO!" I felt bloated and sick and I was starting to sweat. Had he done this to me? When he'd sedated me, before all of this? Max was a doctor, but this was not in any way ethical!

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Max sighed and took out his phone. "Honestly, I thought you would have seen your situation and acted with a bit of tact.  But I suppose I can't expect a baby girl not to throw a tantrum." With a click, his phone took a photo. "But now I have some insurance."

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"What the fuck, Max!" I felt the cramps hit me again and then the dread washed over my face with a sinking feeling that didn't stop until it hit the pit of my stomach... and then drained further from there. I grunted and groaned as an unstoppable deluge of... of... "No no no NO!" I was not fucking shitting myself here?! I stomped my feet, I screamed, I cried, but it kept coming, my body kept betraying me, and he KEPT TAKING PICTURES!

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Max watched as the twenty-two year old woman filled her diaper.  If it wasn't obvious from the dark spots on the seat of her diaper, it was obvious from the smell that filled the room.  Max got a great picture of tears pouring down her cheeks and many close ups of her mushy bottom. "If you ever mistreat your mother again little girl, I'll send these pictures to every person in your contact list.  You got it?"

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"F..." Fuck you? That's what I wanted to say, but I coughed through my tears and caught a smell of the shameful thing I'd done, and I just wanted to be let down, I just wanted to be clean, I wanted this humiliation to be over. So instead of that, I said something very different. "Fine... fine I'll be good." He'd won.