Big Girl No More! - Jenna's Tale Part 2

(Follow Up to Pants Off)

"Hey hey sweetie, its time to wake up!" Ben's voice was warm and gentle, coaxing Jenny out of a deep slumber. She smiled, and turned toward him.

She stopped. Her eyes bolted open. Something felt off.

She opened her eyes to see him smiling at her, the sun shining through the window behind him. It was much later then she normally got up, but that wasn't it. Something felt off about the bed.

She gasped when she realized what it was. The bed was wet. Soaked even. She was lying in a puddle, and the sheets were twisted around her.

"No," she said, looking down at the bed. It was barely visible from the above the comforter, only a tiny spot was showing. Underneath, however, she knew proof of her humiliating accident was unavoidable.

"No what, sweetie?"

"Ummm... I'm going to need a few minutes. Just uh, go get ready yourself," she said.

He smirked. "I'm already ready sweetie. And I can let you sleep for five more minutes, but then we need to get you out of bed, ok? We have people to meet today and I want them to see how cute you are."

She blushed at the odd compliment. "Its ok Ben, I need to get to work today. I'll get up myself."

He laughed. "Sure, "work"," he said, the putting sarcastic emphasize on the word.

"What?" She asked.

He patted her head. "It's ok sweetie, I know you do a lot for us, just not the money earning kind."

"What? I do work!  A ton of work!"

He laughed. "Awww I know sweetie. Now how about I help you out of bed so you can start "working?"" He reached down for the blankets.

She shoved her hands over them to hold them down. "NO! I can do it myself."

He laughed again. "Awww you want to try getting up on your own? Last time was a bit of a disaster, let Daddy help."

She stopped. "Daddy?" She wasn't immediately against the term, but they had never played that type of game before.

Unfortunately, her moment of thought was all he needed to throw back her blankets.

"Eeep," she shrieked, and paused in horror. The sheets, formerly white, were stained a tell tale yellow, and the liquid still pooled around her. "I uhhh..."

He shook his head. "Tsk tsk, you wet the bed again? Good thing we got that plastic mattress for you."

'Again?' 'Plastic mattress?' She put a hand on it. She hadn't noticed before, it was clearly plastic, and that easily explained why her 'accident' had pooled around her.

He continued. "This must be why you were behaving so strange. Its ok though sweetie, girls like you have accidents all the time."

What?

"Let's just get you cleaned up, ok soggy pants? I already have your bubble bath poured."

"Bubble bath? Ok," she said. It was strange that he already had poured it, but she couldn't argue she needed to get clean. "Then I'll get ready for work," she said, trying to assert her maturity in the odd circumstance.

He laughed. "I'm sure you do. I can help with that too. Come on," he took her by the hand, and she was too embarrassed to argue. He lead her out of the bedroom and into the main bathroom across the hall from it, where she noticed the tub was filed to the brim with warm water and bubbles.

"Alright sweetie, lets get those pjs off," he said. He reached for her shirt and started to lift.

Her hands shot down. "Ben, I..."

He laughed. "Ben? Sweetie, I just took you out of a soggy bed and am about to bathe you. Is it really the right time to be using my name like that? I think "Daddy" fits better, no?" He looked straight into her eyes, capturing her with his gaze.

She met his eyes, and her mouth hung open. "I..."

"Come on sweetie, say it. What's my name?"

She swallowed. "Daddy," she said in a quiet voice. Her mind raced to figure out what was going on. Was this some new, kinky game of his? They had never done much role play before, and it was an odd way to start. She decided she was willing to play along, though the idea of it made her nervous.

"Good girl." She gasped at the phrase. She wanted to reply, but her heart fluttered and her throat caught. "Now lets get you out of those adorable pjs, ok?"

"Ok," she said. Adorable Pjs? she thought. That didn't quite describe the red silk clothes she normally slept in. She looked down at them, then gasped, and looked in the mirror to confirm what she saw. 

She knew she had gotten dressed in the dark, but couldn't even remember WHERE she had gotten those clothes. Her soaked pants were a light pink, with small unicorns playing across her legs. Her shirt was the same shade, with the large face of a white cartoon unicorn on it. 

Ben lifted her shirt off, then reached for her pants. He slowly peeled them off her skin, and she gasped again at the matching unicorn.

He took them off, then held her shame in front of her, and tsked again. "Poor little unicorn, it seems you drowned her. I guess these big girl panties were a bit ambitious for you, no?"

She blushed. "I..."

"Its ok sweetie," he said, patting her butt. "Into the tub my adorable little bed wetter."

"Hey!"

"Its ok, I'm just teasing. Into the tub, then just wait a bit and I'll take care of this and your bedsheets. Just try not to get your hair wet, I don't think we have time to wash and dry it all."

"Mhmm," she said, too embarrassed to speak. He left, and she crawled into the tub.

The warm water crept up her legs, then engulfed her body. She leaned back and closed her eyes. It had been an embarrassing morning to say the least. She had never, not in a hundred years, expected to wet her bed as a full grown adult. Her mind raced for some explanation, but could come up with none. She wasn't sick, and hadn't even been drunk the night before, not that she normally did when drunk. Instead, she closed her eyes, and let herself relax.

Ben returned a bit later holding a stack of clothes. He set them on the counter before kneeling by the tub. She looked at them suspiciously, as she didn't recognize the purple cotton and grey jean material.

Ben noticed her glance and smiled at her, then patted the clothes. "A new outfit I think you'll look adorable in. I want you to wear it while out today so you look nice when we meet some people for a new business agreement. Also, I think I want to keep your hair in those pigtails, since you look so cute with them. Ok?"

She smiled. "O..ok?" Since when did Ben DRESS her? It was an odd request for him to make, but if it was that important, she would do it for him. She was glad he was making some kind of progress in his work, and was more then willing to help.

He reached over the tub to her head. He shook his head and tsked again. "Seems you already got your hair wet. I thought we talked about that?"

"Oh, uhhh..." she realized she had agreed to it. "Sorry."

"Its ok, let me just tie it up so it doesn't get wet again." 

Without waiting for a response he began separating her hair into two portions. He spread them out over each side of her hair, then began braiding them. It took a second to realize what he was doing.

"PIGTAILS!?" she said in alarm.

"Well we need to keep your hair dry sweetie," Ben replied.

"I... I guess so," she replied. She still thought it was a strange idea, but she had to admit it made sense. Ben was acting strange, though not necessarily in a bad way. She had wanted him to take charge more, and though this was more...direct... then she expected, it was still nice to see him doing more. If this was what he needed to get into the mindset of running a business meeting she was willing to let him have it.

"Eeep!" she shrieked. "Honey I..."

"No no no, you got dirty, let me clean you," he replied. He had taking a cloth full of soap and was rubbing her body up and down.

"Are.. are you going to clean all the way though?"

"Yep!," he replied. "And when were done, I have breakfast ready for both of us."

"Oh, ummm ok," she said. Once again, it was odd, but she was grateful he was doing it. She had always liked the idea of someone taking care of things for her anyway, and she wasn't going to turn down him cooking for her.

WHen he was done cleaning her, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the tub. He wrapped a towel around her and dried her off, then grabbed the pile of clothes and took a pair of underwear from on top of the.

"Come on sweetie, lets get these on so we can get going!" he said, holding them open beneath her as he did.

"Ok," she replied, and gingerly put a foot into the holes, then other. He began to slide them up her legs, and she felt an odd thickness through them as he did. The material felt strange, smooth and almost like plastic. It was almost like...

"PULLUPS!?" she screamed. She looked in the mirror to see herself, naked except for the colorful, childish garment around her waist. Though it was sized for an adult, there was no denying what it was. Thick, purple plastic covered her, and prints of ribbons and lollypops ran along the side.

"I'm not wearing this! Where did you even get them?"

"Aww oh no?" he said, patting her bottom with a loud crinkling sound. "Am I mistaken, or did someone here wake up in a soaking wet bed this morning?"

She blushed, embarrassed at the reminder. "Yes, but..."

"And who was that someone?" he pried.

"Me, but I don't think..." 

"Honey," he said, looking down on her with a compassionate face. "I know its embarrassing, but you did wet yourself this morning. We can't risk you doing it again in the middle of our meeting, especially in the new clothes I got you."

She looked away from him. "I know but its so childish."

"I know," he said. "But its for the best. If you make it through today, we can have you back in your regular underwear tomorrow, ok?"

She nodded. "Ok."

"Besides," he said, patting her bottom again. "You look adorable in them. Now lets get you dressed."

Despite herself, she smiled at the compliment. She hated the idea of it, but he did have a point about her wetting the bed, and she supposed if he was ok seeing her in them then they couldn't be that bad.

He reached over her head, and she raised her arms. He pulled a long sleaved purple shirt over her head, then followed it up with jean material around her feet. He pulled it over her back, then began buckling straps over her shoulders.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and gasped. Between the pigtails, the overalls, and the pull ups she tried to forget she was wearing beneath it all, every inch of her outfit was humiliatingly childish, and did its best to strip her of the dignity she tried to exude while at work. She tried to ask Ben why he would want her to wear something like it, but when she tried to form the questions no words came to her mouth. Instead, she was a blushing, rambling mess, staring at her own reflection and the tall, suddenly far more powerful seeming man looming over her.

Did he really want her to wear this to the meeting? She tried to think of how people would react. When all she could picture was laughter, she then tried to think of what she would say in reply. She had lost a bet? She was going to comicon cosplaying as a Rugrat, or some baby character?

"I... why..." she finally got out.

"Well, if anyone asks, I'll just say you needed your pull ups since you wet the bed, and the overalls help me check them for more accidents," he replied. As if to demonstrate, he pulled at the front of her overalls, and snaps she hadn't even noticed opened up to show the front of her humiliating underwear.

She blushed deeper. "NO!" she shrieked, and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

He laughed. "Alright, alright, that can be our little secret. But then no whining about it while were out, ok?"

"Ok," she said, her head swimming. He wouldn't expose that secret, would he? It wasn't the sort of thing she wanted to risk.

"Now, come on, lets get you fed," he said. He reached around her, with one arm under her shoulders and the other on her bottom, and with remarkable ease, scooped her into the air.

"EEP!" she said. "What, what are you doing?"

"I'm taking you don't the stairs for breakfast, silly. Unless you'd rather walk?"

"No..." she replied. It was a strange thing for him to do. However, being carried in his arms made her heart flutter. She supposed she never realized how strong he was, and there was something comforting about him carrying her like...

Like a baby, she thought. She blushed at the idea. Having just wet the bed and been bathed, being carried on his hip, dressed in overalls and pigtails, her underwear crinkling as he gave her soft pats on the bottom. It wasn't far off. At least they aren't actual diapers, she thought, then shook her head at it. He really was going all in on the sudden urge to take care of her, and she had mixed feelings about where it was heading.

"Daddy," she said, blushing at the sound coming from her mouth. "What exactly are you doing?"

"What do you mean, sweetie?"

"I mean all this. Washing me, dressing me, now you made breakfast, why?"

"Well I'm taking care of you silly. Would you rather do it all yourself?"

She thought about it. "No, I guess not."

"Good girl," again, the butterflies. "When you are with me, you won't have to lift a finger." As he said it, he lowered her down and deposited her into a chair. He walked behind her and pushed her into the table, then walked toward the stove. She watched as he piled a plate high with scrambled eggs mixed with peppers and potatoes, and took it toward her. 

He put the plate in front of her. The smell of the mixed spices rose to her nose and made her mouth water. He ran a fork through it, stirring it together, and then scooped some up.

"See pretty girl? I made your favorite!" He said, and held it to her mouth.

"Oh I... haha" she tried to laugh at the idea of him feeding her and reached for the fork, but he moved it away.

"Tah tah!" he said, as if speaking to a misbehaved child. "Let me do it."

"But don't you need to eat?"

He shook his head. "I ate before you woke up. Like I said, you won't need to lift a finger."

"O..ok," she said tentatively. He wasn't actually going to feed her, was he?

Her question was answered as he pushed a fork full of eggs into her mouth. She was surprised at first, but then moaned at the flavor. She chewed slowly at first, savoring the bite, but she found herself swallowing hastily and opening her mouth for more as soon as he filled another fork.

It must have been an odd site, she knew. Her, a grown woman, dressed as she was and being fed by her husband. However, she couldn't deny the taste, and let him go on. Each bite felt more delicious then the last, and she swallowed greedily until she was stuffed.

"Good girl!" he said. "Clean plate! Now you want your juice?"

She nodded, and gasped again as he scooped her up into his arms, then sat down and put her on his lap.

"Uhhh I uhhh What uhhh," she tried to say, her suddenly beating heart overcoming her brain, and her thoughts becoming more scrambled then the eggs.

Her mind scrambled even further when she saw her drinking cup. A colorful purple sippy cup, with prints that matched the ones she had seen on her pull ups, was suddenly shoved into her mouth. Her hands reached for it, but a quick wiggle and "tah tah" from Ben brought them back down.

This is too much, she told herself, even for whatever game Ben was playing. However, the second the first drop of the sweet, berry flavored juice hit her tongue, all complaints fled her mind. She moaned agian, and found herself sucking at the sippy cup, drinking it down until it was empty.

She blushed, and prayed no one from her office ever see her like that. Ben patted her back, and to her further embarrassment she burped loudly.

"Good girl," he laughed. "Better out then in, no? And better out that way then the other. Your pull ups can only handle so many accidents."

"Daddy!" She whined, surprised at her own tone. Where was the woman who was set to command an entire office? "You promised you wouldn't talk about that!"

"That's true sweetie, Daddy's sorry. Now, come on, we have people to meet."

She nodded, and let him take her by the hand to the front door. She watched as he put shoes on her feet, then bent down to tie the laces. He opened the door to a bright, sunny day.

They lived on the edges of the suburbs, and many of the lots around their home were still covered with trees. She smiled as they waved in the wind, and felt herself eager to get outside.

"One more thing sweetie, since we are going around strangers," Ben said. He lifted something over her shoulders.

"Ben, I mean Daddy, what is this?" she asked, looking as he...

"No, no. Not that, and not ever in public!" She said as he buckled leather straps around her. She was shocked to see a leash and harness, an oversized version of the same kind she had seen on toddlers in the neighborhood. Though she had never seen it before, it seemed as if it was made specifically FOR her. It fit perfectly, and was even the same purple as her shirt. Worse, when she tried to go for the buckle, her hands slipped over it, and she couldn't find a way to get it off.

"Now now sweetie, I know you don't like the leash, but its for your own good. Now come with Daddy and don't be a brat," he replied.

Ben was already walking out the door.. She reached for where the leash connected to the harness, hoping to remove it, but once again couldn't find a way to open it. "No, no, no" she said, and got louder and louder as the leash tightened and pulled her out the door. "I said NO!" She finally shouted.

He stopped and turned, and she smiled. Finally, she had gotten his attention.

However, her smile quickly faded. Instead of removing the humbling object, he grabbed her shoulder, reached a hand behind her, and...

"NO!" she said again as his hand came down with a shockingly powerful SMACH on her behind. "Owww," she said, both hands reaching for it. Much to her dismay, she found herself doing a humiliating dance to alleviate the pain, and felt tears already coming to her eyes. Since when has he been this strong? She wondered.

He leaned in front of her so his face was level with hers. "Sweetie, look at me. Look at daddy," he said.

She looked up at him through tear soaked eyes. He waggled his finger under her nose like he was scolding a small child.

"I'm sorry I had to do that, but today is very important. The leash stays on, and I want you to promise you'll be on your best behavior. If you act up, Daddy will have to give you a REAL spanking, ok?"

She nodded sadly.

"Can you be a perfect, pretty little angel for Daddy?"

She blushed. "Yes."

"Yes what? Let me here you say it, and promise."

She looked down. She hated the phrase, but the sting of the single spank still sat on her bottom, and she didn't want to risk finding out what a "real" spanking would feel like. "I promise I can be a perfect, pretty little angel for daddy," she said in a quiet voice.

"I'm sorry, what? Louder."

"I PROMISE TO BE A PERFECT, PRETTY LITTLE ANGEL FOR DADDY!" she said again.

"Good girl," he said, and began to pull her down the side walk.

Her mind raced to consider her situation. Her face felt like it was on fire, and it took all the strength she had not to let her eyes drop.

He had spanked her. SPANKED her. And it HURT. He had definitely done it as a punishment, and acted like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to spank a full grown woman who happened to be his wife.

And that wasn't even the strangest thing about it. Where had he gotten the leash? And the clothes? Why was she being helplessly paraded through their neighborhood as if this was the most normal thing in the world?

She looked at the neighbors. Why were none of them intervening? The site of a full grown adult being lead by a leash wasn't normal, nor was one being dressed as she was. Even if it was, they all knew her, and these clearly weren't  her normal clothes.

They passed another couple, and she made a point of meeting their eyes. They looked at her, smiled, and waved, and she waved back.

No one was stopping. They passed people out on their lawns enjoying the sun, more walking a dog down the street, and not a single person tried to stop it, or even act like it was strange.

Are they out of their minds, or am I? She asked herself. Something was definitely strange. 

Still... an odd feeling filled her. To her logical mind, the idea that he would spank her as punishment, or give her any kind of punishment for that matter, all while treating her more like a babysitter would then a husband, was horrible. Beneath that, however, she had to admit the single smack had sent her stomach and heart even further into butterflies. She had always wanted for someone to take care of her, and even this extreme version of it was exciting.

Not that it mattered. The leash was strong, and her bottom still ached from a single smack. She had no idea how to get out of this situation if she wanted to. Instead, she let herself be paraded, and prayed that at least no one would notice she was wearing pull ups beneath her overalls.

Ben took her down another street, and soon she recognized where she was. A large wooden sign reading "McBurry Park" rose out of a green field, and behind it was a plastic play structure and a wall of trees. 

She frowned at the sight. It was an odd place for a business meeting. "Daddy, why are we here?" she asked. "I thought you said we had a business meeting?"

He smiled at her and ruffled her hair. "I do. I'm meeting friend and some of her coworkers who will help me with a bigger meeting tomorrow, where we need to convince a company to merge with ours. If I convince them today to side with me, then tomorrow will go smoothly. We just need to wait here for them, ok?"

"Ummm ok," she said. She looked around at the structure. "What do we do until then?" 

He smiled at her. With both hands he reached down and picked her up. She gasped as he carried her toward a sand pit. Then, by swinging her back and forth, he moved her legs out of underneath her and sat her in the sand.

"Why don't you make a pretty princess castle for daddy?" he said.

"i uh... why!?" she asked.

"Well, soon my friends will be here. Though I think she is already willing to help us, it can't help to grease the wheels. I already told her about how adorable you are, and she told her friends as well. People are always more willing to help out when their hearts are melting, and no one melts hearts better then my adorable girl. So, if they come up to us and see you all cute and making pretty princess castles for your daddy, they are more likely to help us. Then if it goes through, we can afford much more nicer things for you to play with. Ok? Do you want to help daddy?"

"I... I..." 

The entire day had been so strange. From the moment she woke up, nothing made sense, and that least of all. However, she promised she would do what she needed to help him, and so far what he was doing seemed to be working. Even the fact that the neighbors weren't responding as if it was odd threw her off, and told her she should trust the one person who seemed to understand it.

She nodded. "Ok daddy," she said. He sat down on a bench near the sand pit, still holding her leash, and she got to work.

She blushed, and tried not to think she was playing at a park meant for children. She began to pile the sand into castles for her husband. She sat on her bottom at first, then knelt down and began to crawl around, making them into a square. 

Some kids were shouting behind her, and she tried to block the sound out. She tried not to think about how what she was doing, and how she was dressed, fit in with them.

She blushed deeper. She REALLY tried not to think about how that wasn't technically true, since she may be the only one there in a pull up, and one that she had earned just that morning. She realized her crawling position might be making them more noticeable, and she sat back down.

Soon, she was lost in her track. Walls of sand went up, and even higher towers loomed over them. It was a mighty fortress, one fit for a king, or a queen, or a...

"Awww is that your castle, princess?" an annoying, familiar voice said.

No. She thought. It couldn't be.

"Is your daddy nearby?"

Jenna was shaking in horror. Of all the people to walk up to her that day, it had to be...

"Miranda!" Ben shouted.

"No!" she let slip. She looked up to see the worst possible person to catch her like this, her office rival, smirking down at her as her husband ran toward her.

"Hello Ben honey," she said, using the name Jenna herself was now prohibited from using.

Wait a minute, "HONEY!?" she thought.

"Wonderful to see you sweetie," Ben replied.

Sweetie!?

She waved at the people beside her. "This is Chris and Jackie, and I think they'll be willing to help us too."

Jenna looked at them. She recognized both of them as coworkers from the same office.

So Ben's big deal was with HER coworkers, at HER office, and her role was to be cute and soften their hearts? After she worked there for years?

Worse still, they were completely ignoring her. People she had worked with for years acted as if they didn't even recognize her. They seemed to think her natural place was in the sand pit, playing like a toddler.

And even WORSE still then that...

"Thanks sweetie. Lets go over what we talked about on our date last week, I'm sure work something out," there was that word again, applied to the wrong person, and Jenna lost it.

"HEY! WHY ARE YOU CALLING HER THAT BEN!? WHAT"S GOING ON!" She stood up, tears in her eyes, and shouted. She didn't even care that she was attracting attention to herself in her humiliating attire, the rage had boiled over.

Ben rolled his eyes. "Oh no, she heard me using the pet name I call her sometimes." He leaned in close as if conspiring. "She gets jealous of her daddy talking to other women," he fake whispered, loud enough for her to hear.

They all laughed at the thought, leaving Jenna gaping. "Oh its ok, I imagine she thinks she can help out in the office to. So cute!" Miranda said, and ruffled her hair.

Jenna stopped and stared at her. "You... you #(*!" she shouted, and and rushed at her.

However, her brave charge was halted as the leash suddenly tightened, and she was brought back down to the ground, and to the reality of her situation. "Wha..." She said, almost forgetting the leash as she was lifted high into the air. In a second, her world was turned upside down, as her pigtails hung toward the ground and her newly upturned bottom was raised to face her coworkers. From her new view she saw his foot raised onto the bench and the others watching.

"What... NO! Please no!" She shouted as she realized what was happening. Ben's threats of a "real" spanking came back into her head, and she began to flail her arms and kick.

However, Ben's odd, newfound strength remained, and she couldn't budge against the single hand that casually pined her to his knee. "I'm sorry sweetie, but I warned you this would happen," he said dryly.

"No," she whimpered as she felt him pull open the flap of her overalls. She heard chuckles behind her as her pull ups got exposed. She blushed deeper and kicked her legs harder. Miranda would never pass up a chance to embarrass her, and this story would be FAR worse then the thong she had been seen in the day before.

 "Ah yes, sorry sweetie. She had an accident in bed this morning, so I decided this was necessary. We tried to keep it a secret, but... well, you saw how she was behaving." More chuckles, and she wondered if the humiliating would be worse then the pain.

However, the first loud SMACK ended any such thought. She yelped loudly, shocked at how much force he could generate with one blow. She yelped again with the second loud SMACK, and screamed and began crying at the third.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! The blows rained down, quickly reducing her to tears and screaming. She knew her own shouting, along with the sound of the smacks filling the park, only served to draw more attention to her degrading underwear and situation, but she couldn't help it. In all her years of knowing him, she had never felt Ben's strength like this, and it overcame any barriers or pride she had.

The spanking felt as if it went on for hours, though she knew it was probably only minutes. By the time it was over, she hung limp, crying and sobbing helplessly at the pain that raked her backside. Even the thoughts of humiliating was gone, though she doubted she would ever live down the image of her getting spanked in a pull up in front of her coworkers.

Except, once again, none of them treated it as strange. They acted as if her clothes and treatment were the most normal thing in the world. Her pull ups and the story of her wetting the bed only got a few chuckles as if she was actually at an age that would make sense, and a spanking no one of any age should receive was treated as fair punishment. The entire situation made no sense, and she had no idea how to get out of it.

"Are you going to behave sweetie?" Ben asked.

She sniffled. "Yes daddy," she whimpered.

"No more outbursts or pulling at your leash?" he asked again.

"Yes daddy," she said again.

"Are you going to be disrespectful toward real grown ups again?" From his tone, 'real grown ups' clearly wasn't a category she was part of.

"No daddy."

"And what do you say after all that?"

"I'm sorry," she replied.

"Good girl." He picked up and rotated her back over. He sat her back down on his knee, and she whimpered as her bottom hit. "Oh hush," he said. "Your diapies are thick enough for cushioning."

Her eyes went wide, and he chuckled. "Sorry, pull ups, not diapers. I know your trying to be a big girl. You thirsty?"

She nodded. He reached into his pocket and took out a sealed sippy cup, filled with the same juice as that morning. He unsealed it, and held it to her mouth. 

This time, she didn't even bother to complain. Her coworkers had seen her playing in a sand box while wearing overalls and with her hair in pigtails, they saw her wearing a pull up, they heard she had wet the bed, they saw her get spanked, and they heard her apologize and call her husband "Daddy." At that point, seeing her drink from a sippy cup couldn't do any more damage. She drank at it, and the 'real grown ups,' chatted as if she wasn't there.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Ben was saying. "Normally she isn't so badly behaved. I don't know what got into her this morning."

"Its ok," Miranda replied. "It's far from the worse I've seen. We've even had coworkers like that. What was her name again?"

"Jensy," Chrissy replied. "Something like that."

"Oh yeah. Jensy. Not too remarkable except for her tantrums," she looked at Jenna. "Though I know you're normally a perfect princess, right? Just a bit tired?"

Jenna glared at her and kept drinking. She didn't want to risk any more punishment, but she didn't have to pretend to be happy.

Ben shook his head. "Its ok, though you know, it is odd when she doesn't even need to lift a finger. I really do take care of everything for her. Just like I'm taking care of this..."

"Nice segue."

Ben chuckled. "I wanted to meet in a more informal place here, so we can discuss as friends, before going into the meeting. There are some nice hiking trails behind us, and I..."

Jeanna droned it out. So, Ben had planned to meet with a few people from the same office as "friends" for a hike, then convince them to join him. Normally that sort of thing was done on the golf course, but it wasn't unheard of. She, as it seemed, was just there to look cute and shoe he had a family to take care of.

Take care of... the words from Ben's statement came back, and her eyes went wide. The wish! She thought. She tried to remember what she had said. A few portions came back, and suddenly it all fit. Taken care of, check. Ben even said she didn't need to lift a finger. Ben taking charge, check. He made all her decisions and spanked her if he argued. Not being seen at the office as the kind to wear lacy thongs, DEFINTLY a check once the story of her pull ups made it back.

It all fit in a strange, twisted way. She wasn't one to believe in magic, but it was the only possible explanation. 

They were getting up, and she followed behind, trailing on her leash. If the magic was strong enough to make THIS seem normal, then it should be strong enough for just about anything. She started planning for that night.

...

It was dark, and after Jenna's new assigned bedtime. However, she was out of her bed and at the window, staring back at the new star.

"Alright, I'm impressed, but that wasn't quite what I meant. First of all, no pull ups. I get you went there because I said what I was seen in before was too skimpy, but those were WAY to big. It was too much for me. I'm not a toddler, I don't belong in pull ups. Also, I'm able to use the toilet, so I don't need anything like that, and don't want anything I don't need."

"Also, Ben making enough money was good, but I want more. WAY more. I want him to be rich, as in mansion, servants and limousine rich. I don't just want to not lift a finger, I want to be treated like a princess, with everything the height of ease and simplicity."

"Next, can this "people treating me like a toddler" thing. I don't want that. At all. Being taken care of is good, "toddler" is too far for me. I want to be more like a spoiled princess."

"Also, glad Ben is suddenly working when I don't, but I want some kind of part of it. Even just in charge of the entertainment, so I can have a roll as we get rich. He can do most, 95% of it, but I should have some visible role as well so people will know and recognize me."

"By the way, seemed like Ben didn't even think of me as a women he could be... intimate... with. That isn't fair to either of us, we are in a committed relationship. Also, we are both grown adults, and should be able to get off when we want. I want him in our bed and horny every night. I want to be able to #*@ my prince every night."

"In fact, I want..." She was getting greedy, she knew, but there was no reason not to. With that much power, she could have anything she wanted.