Peaches giggled to herself as she marched down the hallway, basking in the glory as the other students laughed and complimented her on her Halloween costume; it was obvious right away what – or, rather, who – she was supposed to be, and, if Peaches said so herself, she had gotten it spot on. Maybe it was a little cruel – her, as one of the most popular girls in school, dressing up as one of the least popular, but she’d spotted the dress while she was out shopping, and hadn’t been able to resist the idea.
It was simple enough after that… Pigtails held in place with a ribbon and a t-shirt with a cartoon character, and she was done. If the teachers spotted her and took offense, she could just claim she was just a little girl, that it was mere coincidence that she happened to be dressed the way Emma always seemed to be, despite being eighteen, almost nineteen, years old. She’d felt pretty ridiculous going to school dressed that way, since she was sure this was the first time she’d done that since second grade, yet, as soon as she’d gotten there and people had started reacting positively, she’d been pleased.
She was almost definitely going to change before going to the Halloween party tonight, despite the popularity – there was nothing sexy about this costume, and she’d just broken up with her boyfriend a couple weeks ago, so this was the perfect night to go looking for a new one. As she turned the corner, however, she nearly ran right into Emma; worse, the girl was with her mother, who always picked her up and dropped her off at school. Peaches didn’t have any classes with Emma, though she’d thought for a moment that Emma had spotted her in the cafeteria… She didn’t mind mocking the girl behind her back, and not even really to her face, but in front of her mother was a whole other story. She’d heard all kinds of strange – though surely not true – rumors about that woman…
She started to back away, but it was too late. Emma’s mother turned and saw her immediately, locking eyes with her and smiling as she walked over and grabbed her hand. “Oh, how darling!” she gushed. “You must be Emma’s best friend… It’s so cute that you dressed like her for Halloween! You look adorable, dear… Come along, she’s so excited for your play date!”
Peaches opened her mouth in confusion, but by then she was already being pulled down the hall, Emma following along behind them. Peaches tried to protest, wanting to spend the rest of her afternoon getting dressed up in her real costume for the party, not playing with this loser, but the girl’s mother was strong, and before she knew it, she was getting buckled into the back seat and driven away, while Emma looked over at her and grinned.
Once they were at the house, Emma took her hand and led her inside, and through the house, to what looked from the outside like a bedroom – as soon as she was inside, however, it was clear that it was so much more. Peaches couldn’t help herself; she giggled as she looked around, seeing that Emma was even more childish than she seemed at school. This was a full-blown nursery, complete with shelves of huge diapers. In fact, as soon as they got inside, Emma’s mother lifted her daughter’s skirt, revealing a pair of training pants underneath.
“What a big girl!” the woman gushed. “Just a little damp today! Now, come on, up onto your changing table, sweetie!” Emma happily flounced over to it and laid down, looking quite pleased as she was pinned into a thick, cloth diaper and plastic pants. Peaches wanted nothing more than to pull out her phone and film it to show everyone at school, yet she somehow doubted Emma’s mother would approve. Once Emma had hopped down from the table, her diaper now peeking out from under her skirt, her mother turned to Peaches. “What about you, dear? Cloth or disposable?”
Peaches furrowed her brow, not certain at first what the question meant until the woman took her hand and led her to the changing table. “Oh, no, I don’t…” Peaches started to protest, gasping as the woman lifted her skirt, exposing the panties underneath, then running a finger along the center.
“Such a big girl!” Emma’s mother smiled. “But Emma’s friends have to wear protection when they play, so which do you prefer?”
Peaches shook her head. “N-No, I don’t need…”
Before she could finish, her panties were being pulled down, and she was shoved onto the table. “I only have one pair of those plastic pants, so I’m afraid you can’t be twins that way…. Why don’t we just start you out with a nice disposable, then?” Before Peaches could say anything more, a thick, crinkly diaper was being slipped under her bottom, then taped into place. Emma’s mother helped her down, leading her over to Emma and putting a pacifier into both of their mouths. “My cute little twins,” she smiled, tapping the pacifiers. Peaches jumped a little, the contact seeming to create a static shock. “Go on and play for a while, then we can get ready to pass out candy.”
“Actually, I need to go get ready…” Peaches tried to protest, but the woman was already out of the room. Emma took her hand, pulling her to the floor, where she immediately began playing with baby toys as if they were actually still entertaining to somebody her age. Peaches would have been amused if she weren’t still trying to get used to the warm, all-encompassing bulk of the diaper.
This wasn’t right… She was supposed to be getting dressed in even less clothes, preparing to go show off at the party, not being diapered and pacified like some toddler…. Her car wasn’t even waiting for her outside, and her house was several neighborhoods over, as was the school where she was parked. Her best hope was to get a ride to either one, or else she’d have to walk around out in the open dressed this way – even without the diaper, that would be humiliating now that she wasn’t in school, with people who she was sure would get the joke.
Just when she was sure things couldn’t get any worse, she felt the padding under her grow even warmer. It took a few moments of uncomfortable shifting to realize what was happening, and a few more to fully process it. Peaches gasped behind her pacifier while she peed her diaper, trying desperately to stop it, but it was no use – she’d just wet herself like a baby!
“That felt good,” Emma giggled. “Come on, let’s compare!” She lifted her skirt, fully exposing her thick, cloth diaper, then reached for Peaches’. Peaches blushed, holding her skirt down desperately, not wanting to be seen like this.
“I-I didn’t…” Peaches tried to say.
“I know you’re wet under there!” Emma told her, poking at the barely hidden bulge. “Mommy made us twins… Whatever I do in my diapie, you do, so just show me… If you leak, since you’re in a thinner diapie, she’ll be mad, so I’m just trying to help… Show me! Be good, or she might not take the spell off. I wear diapies to bed, because having to get out of bed in the middle of the night is yucky, and I usually use them a lot more at school than I did today, since the potties there are gross, so you’d have to wear them, too, just in case… And if I tell Mommy the way you usually treat me, or why you’re really dressed up like that, or if you act up while you’re here, she’s definitely going to keep the spell going for a long time. Now play nice and show me your diaper!”
Peaches froze, trying to figure out if this was a joke… But it sure didn’t feel like one. She hadn’t had an accident in years, and that one had come out of nowhere, right when Emma had wet herself. She’d never really believed the rumors about Emma’s mother, and yet it was hard to deny that something was going on… Obediently, she lifted her dress, showing off her infantile diaper.
“How cute,” Emma giggled. “Now, you’re going to be my best friend at school from now on. We’re going to hang out all the time, and you’ll eat lunch with me every day! Understand? I think maybe we should dress up like twinsies all the time, so everyone knows how similar we are… Oh, and just so you know, my tummy’s really starting to hurt, so you’d better get ready…” Peaches’ eyes widened as she realized what Emma was implying, as she began to regret her costume choice for that day.
“You can’t do this to me,” Peaches shook her head, starting to pull the pacifier out of her mouth, a little shocked it hadn’t occured to her to do that before now. This whole thing was ridiculous… She was the most popular girl in school, she couldn’t be sitting here, sucking on a pacifier in a wet diaper, and she certainly couldn’t spend all of her time at school hanging out with this loser.
“Don’t do that,” Emma warned. “Mommy linked the spell to the paci… If you take it out before I do, or before she breaks the spell, she might not be able to reverse the spell.”
Peaches glared at her, unsure if that was true, or if she just wanted to keep Peaches sucking on a pacifier like a dumb baby. It was true that she’d felt that strange sensation when Emma’s mother had touched the pacifier, though if she had to guess – which she did, since she’d been sure magic wasn’t real until just moments ago – it seemed more logical that taking out the pacifier would just break the spell. Then again, she really didn’t want to find out otherwise with first-hand experience… And Emma had seemed genuinely concerned…
“Then take out yours,” Peaches demanded.
Emma shook her head. “I like it, so I’m keeping it! Everyone at school might listen to you, but I don’t have to… ‘Specially not anymore! You have to do what I say now!”
“I don’t think so, dweeb!” Peaches’ eyes flared, the thought of kowtowing to this girl too much for her. She leapt forward, reaching for Emma’s pacifier. The girl immediately began to shriek – and, for some reason, tear one of the pages in the coloring book she’d been playing with – then, a moment later, her mother was opening the door.
“Sh-She tore my book,” Emma wailed. Her mother towered over the sitting Peaches, staring down at her.
“Is this true?” she asked sternly. Peaches, suddenly terrified, shook her head. “So, you’re saying my little girl lied, too?” Peaches was hauled to her feet, but just long enough for her to be dressed down to her diaper, right in front of Emma, stripped of her costume, and, even worse, her padded bra. Then, to her horror, Emma’s mother sat down on the floor and pulled Peaches over her lap.
“No!” Peaches whimpered, even before the first spank, sure what was coming, even if she could hardly believe it. “Don’t! You can’t!” she squirmed and whined behind her pacifier, though that only seemed to encourage the woman. “No, no!” Peaches yelled as loud as she could while keeping the pacifier in place, pain starting to spread out across the backs of her legs, where her diaper didn’t protect her. “I’m not a stupid baby, you can’t do this to me!”
She was so busy trying to get away, or stop the woman’s hands from continuing to redden her bottom, that she didn’t notice Emma, grinning, start to squat down. She only felt the rush of warm mush push its way into the seat of her diaper, making Emma’s mother stop for a moment and chuckle. “Not a baby, huh? It looks like that’s another lie… So I’ll just have to keep going…”
Peaches gasped, begging, “N-No, stop!”, although whether she was asking Emma’s mother, or Emma herself, she wasn’t sure. Neither seemed to heed, so, without thinking, she reached for the pacifier, desperate to make them hear her, to stop her diaper from filling, or the spanking from warming her backside, but neither paused for even a moment… And then she remembered Emma’s warning. Desperately, she tried to push the pacifier back into place, hoping that had been a joke, and that she hadn’t just sentenced herself to who knew how many years of diapers, her fate left entirely at the whim of when Emma decided to stop wearing diapers… Which she apparently had no problem with.
“Now, go stand in the corner,” Emma’s mother told her as she finally ended the spanking, sending the girl toddling over obediently with a swat to her sagging diaper. “Let’s get you changed, Emma.” Peaches sniffled, rubbing her sore bottom as she listened to what was happening behind her, wondering how long she was going to be stuck in her own full diaper.
“Mommy, can I wear my big girl panties?” Emma asked sweetly.
“Of course, if you’re sure that’s what you want,” her mother told her.
“Uh-huh,” Emma replied. “They’ll go with my costume for handing out candy way better! Peaches and me decided to wear different costumes…”
At first, that was a relief… Emma clearly didn’t need her diapers, so even if Peaches had messed up the spell, she was safe. But even then, Peaches realized in horror, she might still have to wear diapers herself… Unless she was around the girl constantly, she wouldn’t know when she was using the bathroom. She’d have to stick to the girl like glue to have any chance, like they really were best friends, to have any chance to keep from having an accident herself…
When she dared to move her head away from the corner, Emma was dressed in a sexy, sleek costume, one not that different than the one Peaches had wanted to be wearing herself by now, while she was still stuck in her messy diaper. Would they even change her before they started handing out candy? The only clothes she had here was her silly costume… Would she have to spend the evening handing out candy in a full diaper, dressed like Emma, while Emma stood beside her, looking hot and nowhere near as childish as usual? How many of her friends were going to be trick-or-treating here with their younger siblings before heading to the party? She whimpered, squirming in the corner, wishing she had just chosen another costume that morning… Any other costume…