by: Mellow Sadistic | Complete Story | Last updated Apr 30, 2024
“You remember what to do, don’t
you, Gracie?” Olivia asked, handing her a basket full of flower petals.
“Uh-hu!” Grace mumbled around her
pacifier, nodding eagerly. No! She couldn’t walk down the aisle like this! She
was supposed to be getting married! This was supposed to be the best day of her
life!
“Good girl,” said Olivia, giving
her a gentle push.
Grace toddled awkwardly, her legs
pushed apart by the thickness of her soggy diaper. She waddled into the
entranceway and stood there with the aisle ahead of her. Heads turned in her
direction, smiles slipped from faces, and people started whispering to each
other.
She saw Rob standing at the altar,
her gorgeous husband-to-be, staring at her with a stunned expression on his
face – his beautiful bride was dressed as an overgrown flower girl, her sexy
body crammed into a ridiculous little girl’s dress, her elegant hair in
pigtails, a dummy in her mouth, the hint of a nappy flashing about her waist.
Grace’s mother hurried over to
her. “What’s going on?” she whispered, taking in the sight of Grace’s braless
tits crammed into the blouse of the dress, and the flower crown in her hair.
“What are you doing? Why aren’t you in your wedding dress?” Then her nose
twitched as she smelled her adult daughter’s wet diaper. “Grace…” she said in
shock, looking down at her daughter’s crotch, seeing the hint of discoloured
padding peeking out below the hem of her poofy dress. “Have you wet yourself?”
“Jessica’s wearing my wedding
dwess!” Grace chirped, her words slightly muffled by her pacifier. “It wooks so
much better on her dan it does on a stupid, big-titted baby wike me. I’m just
da flower giwl!”
Grace was cringing inside, but at
least her mother knew that something was wrong. She took her daughter’s hand
looking deeply concerned, making as if to usher Grace back out of the door, but
at that moment there was movement behind them, and she looked up. Immediately,
her horrified expression relaxed into a smile. No. Grace looked around
as well and saw Jessica standing there in her wedding dress, smirking at her. No!
Not her mother too! How was Jessica doing this?! Someone had to help her!
But nobody did. Her mother turned
her back around and patted her on her soggy diapered bum. “Go on, sweetie,” she
coaxed. “You know what to do. Being the flower girl is a very important job!”
Grace started toddling down the
aisle, the sagging seat of her nappy flashing beneath the short hem of her
flower girl dress with every step she took. She willed herself to stop,
concentrated as hard as she could on taking back control of her body, but it
was useless. She reached into the basket she was carrying and tossed a handful
of flowers into the air, giggling delightedly.
Everyone was looking at her very
differently now, smiling broadly and making cutesy faces at her.
Then, quite suddenly, she
stopped. For a moment, Grace thought that she’d got control of her body back,
but then, with a thrill of horror, she realised that there was a growing
pressure in her bowels. Oh God, she thought. Not that. Please,
anything but that!
Grace’s face went red. She
clenched her fists and bent her knees. Then, on what was supposed to be the
most special day of her life, in front of all her family and friends, in front
of the man she was supposed to marry and the woman who was stealing him from
her, Gracie let out a loud grunt and started making a big, stinky mess in her diaper.
There was a chorus of ‘awwws’ and
some tittering laughter in the crowd.
Grace was screaming inside her
head, but on the outside she just hitched a big smile back onto her face as she
stood up straight again when she was done. With her pants now full of poop, she
continued stomping up at aisle, tossing out flowers, her loaded nappy now drooping
well below the hem of her dress, swinging pendulously between her thighs for all
to see.
Grace felt like she was going
mad. The shame was too much. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be
how she walked down the aisle! It had to be some sort of nightmare! She
looked up at Rob, her last hope, but his eyes were fixed over her head. He was staring
at Jessica with adoration in his eyes. No!
Once she got close to the altar,
Caroline and Annie moved forwards to take her by the hands and guide her off to
the side with them, where she stood for the recent of the ceremony, fidgeting
with her dress. She wasn’t even watching when Jessica and Rob said their vows
and kissed. She was too busy looking down at her diaper, shaking her bottom and
watching her loaded Pampers jiggling about between her legs.
Not long afterwards, she was led
over to a corner for a nappy change. Her three bridesmaids did it – the people
who should have been her bridesmaids. Annie tickled her tummy, Caroline
pulled silly faces at her, and Olivia worked away at her messy bottom with a
pack of wet wipes. Grace wished she could be swallowed up by the ground and
disappear forever, or better yet wake up to find this had all been a horrible dream,
but all she could do was giggle and gurgle while her three best friends changed
her stinky diaper.
Once she was clean and dry, a
fresh pair of Pampers hugging her bottom, she was led over to Jessica.
“There you are, sweetie!” she
cooed, her eyes glinting again. “What a good girl you were! I know you had a
little whoopsie-daisy poo-poo accident in your nappy in the middle of the
aisle, but that’s only to be expected of a big baby like you.”
Grace had never hated anyone more
in her whole life.
“And I know you must be a bit
upset about not getting to marry Rob,” Jessica continued, “but I have a
surprise for you! Rob and I are going to adopt you as our little girl! Isn’t
that nice?”
Grace felt like her insides had
turned to ice. Adopted? How long was this going to go on for?! But she
started jumping up and down on the spot in excitement. “Yay! Yay! Yay! You’re
gonna be my Mama and Dada!”
“That’s right, little one!” she
cooed. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”
“Maybe you’ll even be able to get
married yourself one day,” one of the women surrounding them said to Grace.
Jessica laughed. “Oh no, I don’t
think marriage is going to be in Gracie’s future. She’s far too immature for
that. I’m going to keep her away from boys.”
“But Mama!” Grace whined. “I
wanna get married!”
Quite suddenly, in full view of
everyone, Jessica lifted up the back of Grace’s dress and delivered several
sharp swats to her behind, aiming for what little of her bottom wasn’t covered
by her thick disposable diaper.
“Owwwwie!” Grace cried, tears
filling her eyes. Her bottom was stinging painfully. She seethed on the inside.
If she still had control of her body, she swore she’d rip and claw at Jessica
until she was nothing but ribbons.
“Bad baby!” Jessica scolded, and
Grace felt her lower lip beginning to tremble. “No boys for you, little girl.
You’ve proved you’re too immature for dating, let alone marriage.”
Tears ran down Grace’s cheeks.
“Sowwy, Mama!” she sobbed.
“Suck your thumb, baby,” Jessica
ordered, and Grace’s thumb immediately flew to her lips. She shoved the digit
into her mouth and started sucking on it wetly. A line of drool spilled from
her mouth and down her chin.
“Good girl,” said Jessica.
“I see you’ve got her in hand,”
Grace’s mother chuckled. She’d just walked over to join them. “I never spanked little
Gracie myself, but maybe that was a mistake.”
“Oh yes, I think so,” said
Jessica. “A naughty little girl like her needs plenty of strict discipline. She’ll
be under my thumb for a very, very long time.”
Everyone nodded their heads
approvingly, and Grace’s mother said, “I’m so glad you helped us all understand
that my daughter is really just an overgrown toddler. Just imagine the thought
of this little stinker getting married to Rob!”
Everyone laughed.
“Are you planning to let her grow
up again?” one of Grace’s cousins asked.
“Oh no, she’s perfect just the
way she is,” said Jessica, and even though she was smiling pleasantly, there
was a malicious glint in her eyes as she looked at Grace. “It’s a lifetime of
early bedtimes, smacked bottoms, and smelly nappies for my little Gracie.”
Grace sucked her thumb noisily. A
lifetime?! Was Jessica planning to keep her like this forever?! She felt
herself start peeing again. The thirsty padding between her thighs soaked up
her wee-wee, and her diaper began to droop.
“Rob and I had better be going,”
Jessica said. “We have a lovely honeymoon to look forward to.” She turned to
look down at Grace. “But don’t worry, little girl.” She grinned horribly. “Mama
will be back to play with you again very soon.”
The Flower Girl
by: Mellow Sadistic | Complete Story | Last updated Apr 30, 2024
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