Once the mouth gag was out, mom dressed me into the onesie with flowers running from top to bottom. It was fluffy and cozy but too tight to hide my diaper. She also fetched a wig from one drawer.

"Short hair is stupid. You look so much cuter with this wig on! Mommy and Izzie would like to see you be a good girl!" She smiled as she adjusted the wig's edges to my head.

I stared in the mirror on the way out. I did not recognize myself. The onesie and the wig turned me into a baby-toddler girl. I secretly always wanted to be this girl. It was not a secret anymore.

Mary, our neighbor, didn't recognize me either. Mom rushed into a lengthy explanation about my ABDL lifestyle and my girly-ness. Mary has patiently listened and just shrugged.

"If this is what Bel likes... whatever." Her apathy bothered me. Did mom perhaps tell her before? Maybe everybody knew about my embarrassing secret already? I shivered from the thought of this.

"Yeah, so we are here to show you his new outfit. I also want to ask about that solution we chatted about the other day." Mom has been leading the topic into new, unexpected, and definitely brutal directions.

"Oh, yes! He is always so clogged up, isn't he?" Mary smiled and left the room. She returned with a green box shortly. "This is a preparation suppository. It lubes up the rectum and keeps it slippery for hours. It is brilliant to handle constipation and good for some other activities too." Mary laughed at the last bit. Mom and Izzie stayed silent and unphased.

Realizing her joke did not land, Mary opened the box and took out a large-looking object. From a few feet away, the thing looked more like an ornament than a suppository. Its dark-green surface looked rough. As Mary turned it around in her hand below the light, it shined like a dildo after use.

"Would you mind helping me?" Mom asked Mary, who handed over the suppository, then grabbed me from the front. I pressed against my neighbor's body, who was a short, plump lady. She was always a ball of energy: whenever mom needed help, Mary appeared from nowhere to assist.

Mom unbuttoned my onesie (it had a convenient flap on its bottom) and took my diaper off while I buried my face into Mary's neck. Her soft boobies felt like I laid on a vertical bed, while her firm grip gave me the impression of those baby seatbelts with those plush toys on them. Her controlled and meditative breathing calmed my nerves.

Suddenly, mom pressed the suppository/dildo/ornament against my bum hole. I screamed as the suppository crawled inside me. Izzie walked up to us and, once again, held my legs separate, so I couldn't clench my buttocks or get out of Mary's grip. I kicked mom once, to which mom slightly slapped my testicles. My body went numb from the pain as her hand hit my balls.

Once the suppository was in, they all let me go. I collapsed on the floor, screaming and crying.

"Ah, don't be such a wuss, Bel!" Izzie shouted at me.

"Ah, poor baby Bel. He really does not like the bullet up his hiney, eh? He is a very upset baby." Mom spoke to me in a baby voice.

It will take a few minutes before the medicine melts and releases the lube. Could you help me get Bel up so we can go for a walk?" Mom has asked Izzie.

Izzie had a better idea: "Why don't we just let him crawl back to your place... on his fours?"

"Hm, that is actually a good idea! It will take us some time, but we have to wait, anyway. Meanwhile, why don't you go ahead and prepare for the next stage?" Mom suggested, and Izzie took off. I was shaking at the thought of what was next.

It took me a good 25 minutes to crawl back home. It wasn't far away, but I could barely move my limbs after the spanking and suppository I had received. Mom stayed with me and casually talked with Mary.

"Bel thought Izzie would go on a date with him? What a loser!" Mary's comments hurt me a lot. Her ball of energy attitude felt corrupted. I wanted to jump up and slap her, but I knew this was all a trap again. I stayed obedient and crawled slowly back to the apartment, where I could hide from all the scorn of the world. Bottom of my heart, I hope there was not much left from the punishment.