Sequel to A Diapered Christmas. My boyfriend and I's flight gets canceled so we're stuck staying with his mom. She books our flight for a week out, saying she wants to spend New Years together. During that week she continues to treat me the same but insists that she accepts me now. One day I find all my clothes missing and she tells me they had to be washed. She has me wear one of my boyfriend's little sister's dresses and changes me into an adult diaper. Then she asks me to babysit the little sisters, but ends up turning me into their baby under the guise of it being just play. I have a big wetting in my diaper and then my boyfriend’s mom comes in to feed me apple sauce. I try to tell my boyfriend she's still trying to embarrass me, but he assures me she's just being motherly since I'm in diapers. New Years comes and behind everyone's backs his mother mixes a little something in my sparkling cider. A laxative. Later in the night I have a #2 accident in my ninjama pull ups in the middle of the party. (No #2 is shown to follow MV guidelines. Everyone smells it and his mother pulls up my dress to expose my pull up. Then she takes me upstairs and takes me out of the yucky pull up and dress and changes me into a big diaper and a pink onesie. She tells me to agree that I'm the family baby and to call her mom. Defeated, I comply.