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The Next Day

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my locked window, their cheerful song a cruel reminder of the stark contrast to my situation. My body ached from being curled up in the crib all night, and the faint crinkle of my onesie against the mattress made my face flush with shame again. The smell from last night was gone, but the humiliation clung to me like a second skin.

The nursery door creaked open, and I tensed as my dad strolled in, grinning ear to ear. He was holding a baby bottle filled with what looked like milk.

"Good morning, little princess! Did you sleep well?" he asked in a sing-song voice that grated my nerves.

I nodded hesitantly, knowing better than to complain. "Mmhmm," I muttered through the pacifier that was still lodged in my mouth.

"Good girl. Let's get you fed before we check that diaper, hmm?"

My cheeks burned as he lowered the crib railing and pulled me into his arms. I wanted to fight back, but the memory of yesterday's spanking froze me in place. He carried me to the high chair in the kitchen, where my stepmom and brother were already seated, eating pancakes like this was any ordinary morning.

"Morning, baby sis!" Kenn smirked, clearly enjoying every moment of my torment. "Did you have sweet dreams in your crib?"

I glared at him, but my dad tapped my thigh, a silent warning. I shook my head meekly and kept quiet.

My stepmom set her coffee down and smiled sweetly at me, a contrast to the devilish look in her eyes. "Let's get that pacifier out so you can have your baba, baby girl."

Dad pulled the pacifier out, and before I could say a word, he replaced it with the bottle. Warm milk flooded my mouth, and I nearly gagged at the babyish taste. "Drink up, or you'll have to go hungry," he said, patting my head mockingly.

As I reluctantly drank, Kenn leaned closer, his smirk widening. "You know, Milly, I was thinking we could invite some of your friends over this weekend. Show them your new setup. Doesn't that sound fun?"

I choked on the milk and coughed, my eyes widening in panic. "N-no! Please, Kenn, don't-"

"Uh-oh, baby's talking without permission," my stepmom said, her voice dripping with faux concern.

"Guess that means more punishments," Kenn added with a shrug.

"Relax, Camilla," Dad said, though his tone was anything but reassuring. "If you behave, maybe we'll keep your baby identity a secret for now. But if you keep acting up..."

He let the threat hang in the air as he set the bottle down and lifted me back into his arms. "Time to get you changed and ready for the day, princess. School starts in an hour, and we wouldn't want you to be late!"

School. How was I supposed to face anyone knowing the nightmare that awaited me here? My chest tightened, and I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face.

"Aw, don't cry, baby girl," Kenn teased as Dad carried me back to my room. "You'll make it through the day... Maybe."

Dad carried me up the stairs like I weighed nothing, his grip firm as if I might try to wriggle free. My face was pressed against his shoulder, burning with embarrassment as I heard the faint crinkling of my diaper with every step.

"I think someone's excited for her morning change," he said in a sing-song voice, making me want to vanish on the spot.

"Excited" wasn't the word I'd use-I was mortified. My stepmom followed close behind, carrying the fresh supplies, humming like this was some kind of fun little game. I dared to peek up as we reached the top of the stairs, only to find Kenn leaning against the hallway wall, grinning like he was watching a comedy show.

"Don't mind me," Kenn said with a mocking wave. "I just wanted to see if the baby needs any help."

"Get lost, Kenn," I muttered under my breath.

"Camilla," Dad said sharply, pausing mid-step. He turned his head to look at me, his expression a mix of anger and warning. "What did we say about talking out of turn?"

I froze, my heart racing. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy," I stammered, my voice cracking.

"Good, You need to listen to big brother" he replied, continuing down the hall and into the nursery. "And Kenn can stay if he wants. He might need to help babysit later."

I shot Kenn a panicked glance, but he just smirked, leaning casually against the doorway as Dad carried me to the changing table.

The Diaper Change

Dad laid me down on the padded changing table, the plastic cover crinkling loudly beneath me. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to hold back the wave of humiliation washing over me.

"Alright, let's get this old diaper off and see how messy you are," Dad said cheerfully, tugging at the tapes on the sides.

The sound of the diaper untaping felt deafening, and I instinctively squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted to say something, to protest, but I was terrified of making things worse.

"Relax, baby girl," Dad said as he opened the diaper. "You'll feel much better once you're all cleaned up."

I flinched as the cold air hit my skin. My stepmom handed him a pack of baby wipes, her smirk ever-present.

"Do you want me to help?" she asked sweetly, though her tone was dripping with mockery.

"No need," Dad replied, wiping me down efficiently while humming to himself. Each swipe of the cold wipes felt like it was stripping away my dignity bit by bit.

Kenn chuckled from the doorway. "Man, I can't believe you're letting them do this to you, Milly. If it were me, I'd be begging for mercy by now."

I glared at him through teary eyes but kept my mouth shut, remembering Dad's warning.

Once I was cleaned up, Dad tossed the used diaper into a nearby pail and grabbed a fresh one from the stack on the shelf. "Lift your legs, princess," he instructed.

I hesitated for a split second, but his stern look made me comply. He slid the new diaper under me, sprinkling baby powder generously before taping it snugly in place. The smell of powder filled the room, adding another layer to my humiliation.

"All done!" Dad announced with a grin, patting the front of the diaper lightly. "Doesn't that feel better?"

I didn't respond, biting my lip to keep from crying.

"Answer Daddy," my stepmom said sharply, crossing her arms.

"Y-yes, Daddy," I mumbled, my voice barely audible.

"Good girl," he said, lifting me off the table and setting me down on the floor. The bulk of the diaper felt impossible to ignore as I stood there awkwardly, my cheeks burning.

"Now let's get you dressed," Dad said, pulling a simple shirt over my head and handing me a pair of jeans. I quickly put them on, relieved to have some coverage, even if the diaper was still painfully obvious to me.

As I shuffled toward the door, trying to avoid Kenn's gaze, Dad stopped me.

"Hold on, princess," he said, crouching down to look me in the eye. "Remember the rules, okay? If you break them, you know what'll happen."

I nodded quickly, too scared to say anything.

"Good. Now off to breakfast. We've got a big day ahead."

Once Dad finished taping the fresh diaper snugly around me, he smiled and set me down on the floor. The bulk between my legs was impossible to ignore, and I shifted awkwardly, trying to adjust to the sensation.

"Now, off to breakfast," Dad said, straightening up and turning toward the door. Relieved to be dressed, I instinctively took a step forward, eager to escape the nursery and the humiliation of being changed in front of my family.

But before I could take another step, I felt a sharp smack on my backside.

"Whoa there, baby!" Kenn said, grinning mischievously. "Did you forget something?"

I froze, my face burning as I turned to glare at him. "What are you talking about?" I mumbled under my breath, knowing I wasn't supposed to speak but unable to help myself.

Kenn rolled his eyes dramatically and pointed at the floor. "Crawl. Remember the rules? Babies don't walk around like big kids." He looked at Dad for confirmation, and Dad nodded in agreement.

"Kenn's right," Dad said, his tone calm but firm. "What did I say about following the rules, Camilla? You crawl unless we say otherwise."

I clenched my fists at my sides, humiliated beyond belief, but I knew better than to argue. "Y-yes, Daddy," I whispered, my voice trembling.

"Good girl," Dad replied with a satisfied smile, while Kenn chuckled from behind me.

"Go on, then," Kenn said, gesturing toward the door. "Let's see you crawl to breakfast, baby."

I dropped to my hands and knees, my cheeks burning with shame as I felt the diaper crinkle loudly beneath me. Crawling felt degrading enough on its own, but knowing my brother was watching made it so much worse.

"Aw, look at you," Kenn teased, following closely behind me. "So cute and helpless. Maybe I'll carry your bottle down for you so you don't have to worry your little baby brain."

"Leave her be, Kenn," Dad said, though there was a trace of amusement in his voice. "She's got a long day ahead of her already."

I bit my lip to keep from crying as I made my way toward the stairs, the sound of the diaper rustling with every movement only adding to my humiliation.



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