What Bullies Get

“Are you serious?” Alisha rolled her eyes, staring down at the garment in disgust. “I didn’t even say anything that bad! Definitely not that she didn’t deserve…”

“Excuse me?” the professor shook her head. “This is exactly why you need this, young lady… If you think she deserves to be made fun of at all, that’s part of the problem!”

“But that doesn’t mean you can do this!” Alisha stomped her foot. “Seriously… This is insane!”

“Would you like me to go to the Dean of Students instead?” the professor asked. Alisha glared at the woman, trying to decide if she was testing her or not. Alisha had been set down, with the rest of the freshmen, and told all about how bad bullying was, how the college didn’t tolerate that… She didn’t really consider what had happened bullying, however.

Honestly, at their age, her roommate, Bridget, had no excuse to still be wetting the bed. It was disgusting… Alisha was very glad she was on the verge of getting into a sorority, so she could move in with them and get away from the girl. The worst she’d done was tell some other people about Bridget’s little ‘problem’, and tease her a bit… She was helping the girl, if anything, since that should have motivated her to stop it.

Instead, here Alisha stood, staring down at a big, crinkly diaper, even thicker than the pull-up style ones Bridget wore. “This is ridiculous!” she fumed. “Can I at least put it on myself?”

“Do you know how?” the professor inquired; even if she had, Alisha probably would have said no. The girl grumbled as she slid down her panties, allowed her teacher to tape her up into the diaper, rolling up her already short skirt to ensure the infantile thing was visible beneath it. “There!” the woman declared, swatting Alisha on the padded bottom. “That’s better!”

She handed the girl a marker, pointing her towards the whiteboard. “Now, I’d like you to do some lines, too, to make sure the lesson sinks in… Let’s see… I think ‘Bedwetting bullies wear diapers’ is appropriate.”

“No, it isn’t!” Alisha squealed, squirming in place, red-faced at the mere idea of writing that. “I’m not the bedwetter, Bridget is! And I don’t have to wear diapers, you’re making me…”

“And you’ll stay in it as I march you across campus so you can explain to the Dean of Students why you weren’t bullying that poor girl.” Alisha stomped her foot again, but she knew she’d been defeated. Reluctantly, she turned to the board, knowing her diapered rear was on display, and began to write.

It wasn’t that bad, she told herself. Both she, and the professor, knew it was a lie, and they were the only ones here… She just had to finish this up, then never think, or speak, of this again. She’d be fine…

Or so she thought, until she heard a knock at the classroom door. “Stay there,” the professor ordered, when she saw Alisha start to turn nervously. “You aren’t done yet! I’ll erase the board and make you start over if I see you look away from that board!” So Alisha could only listen as the woman walked across the room, opened the door, and she heard footsteps, coming into the classroom behind her… Quite a few of them…

Her handwriting started to get more shaky as she imagined a whole class of people staring at her, seeing her diaper peeking out from beneath her skirt, seeing her admit, over and over, to doing something humiliating that she hadn’t done in over a decade… She whimpered, wondering how the professor dared do this to her… The whole class was going to see her when she turned around, think she actually was a bedwetter, like her dumb roomie, and if she tried to deny it at that point, it would only look more true.

“Come on!” the professor surprised her, making her just a little at her sudden interjection. “Why are you slowing down? You’re almost done.”

That was exactly why… Alisha wanted to be done with this childish punishment, sure, but she wanted more to not have to turn around and face the class… Maybe, from behind, they wouldn’t recognize her… If she could somehow stretch the last few lines to last the whole class period, she’d be okay…

“Hurry it up, young lady,” the teacher ordered. “I’ll give you five minutes to fill the board, or I’ll take that diaper down and spank you on your bare bottom, too.”

Alisha gasped; she wasn’t sure if the woman would actually do it, but she also wouldn’t have expected her to really make her wear a diaper, so who knew? She heard giggling behind her as she sped back up, writing furiously. “Th-There,” she said quietly when she finished. “N-Now, c-can I please…?”

She winced as the professor grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around before she could beg to be allowed to stay there, or sneak out without turning so the students could see her. Her eyes shot downwards, not wanting to look at anyone, to see them spot her, recognize her, internalize the idea of her as a diaper-dependent bedwetter… But the professor saw through her, planting a finger under her chin, raising it up, making her look, to see….

The whole sorority snickered and laughed at the expression on her face. “You guys!” Alisha shook her head. “Was this part of hazing?!”

“It sure was,” the president, Rachel, told her, standing up from her desk. “Ms. Alredd is one of our faculty advisors, and she agreed to help us out.”

“Very funny, guys,” Alisha rolled her eyes, a wave of relief flowing over her. They all knew the truth, after all… She wouldn’t have to spend her whole college career denying this.

“And there’s another part to it,” Rachel said, showing Alisha her phone. On it was a video of Alisha, facing the board, diapers fully visible, writing away. The girl let Alisha watch it all, then, with a few taps, had it ready to post onto the Internet. “You have to press Send,” she smirked.

Alisha’s eyes widened, gulping as she looked at the phone. Did she really want that out there, in the world? Anyone could find that… But she’d already gotten this far, and her back was to the camera… Would anyone really recognize her? And what would stop the president, or anyone else who might have taken photos, or videos, from putting them up if she refused? She gathered up her courage, looked the girl in the eye, and pushed the button.

Easter Pictures

“Well, we do have some things,” the photographer told them. “I don’t know if they’re anything she’d really like, though.”

Penelope blushed, wishing she could sink into the floor. It was bad enough she had to be here at all; she’d spent the last week, at least, protesting it. Now, it looked like she’d willfully tried to ruin it, like a bad sport upset she hadn’t gotten her way. That wasn’t the case at all, no matter how much she might have wanted to do that…. She genuinely had just forgotten to grab the outfit she’d picked out – and her mother had revised for her when it was declared not up to snuff – on the way out the door.

“That’s fine,” her dad said gruffly. “Whatever you have that will fit her will be fine.”

Penelope wanted to protest, to say that she wasn’t sure she wanted to wear whatever old things the studio had lying around, that had probably been passed around to who knew how many people, and potentially never washed, yet she could tell how unhappy he was about this already. Penelope was the middle child, so, of course, when she’d been younger, she’d tended to act out for attention… She’d outgrown that by now, obviously, but if she made a scene, it might look like that’s what this had all been about.

“All right, then,” the photographer shrugged. “Come on, let’s see what we have.”

Penelope followed the woman reluctantly, leaving the rest of her family behind, her sibling rolling their eyes and whispering to one another. Looking at them, it would have been hard to guess that she fit in the middle… Her younger brother, Duane, was taller than her – and their older sister, Anna – by a good few inches, and Anna fell between them, in terms of height, though was still not as short as Penelope.

“I’m sorry about this,” the photographer told her, leading her into another studio. Unlike the rather plain one her family was in, with a backdrop, and a few benches, and chairs, and props on the sidelines, this looked more like a daycare, something set up to keep a young child happy and occupied while their picture was being taken. “We really only keep extra clothes for little kids, in case they have an accident, and their parents didn’t think to bring spares.”

“Seriously?” Penelope wrinkled her nose. “Can I not just wear..?” She didn’t have to finish the question. The photographer might have said yes, since it wasn’t really her call, anyway; Penelope knew her parents wouldn’t be as lenient. Next to the fancy suits and dresses everyone else was wearing, the shorts and t-shirt she’d thrown on when she’d rolled out of bed didn’t exactly blend in.

“It’s for Easter,” her mother had told her, when she’d complained about participating. “I only ask you to look nice once or twice a year… Is it so bad that I want some evidence of it?”

“Fine,” she sighed. “Let’s see what you have.”

She’d really hoped it would all be too small for her – if it was for babies, surely it would be, even though she did get a lot of her clothes from the kids’ department – yet, as the photographer held the outfits up to her to judge, more than she’d expected looked like they were the right size. They were also way more immature than she’d anticipated, as well, which didn’t make her feel any better about her size.

“How about this?” the photographer suggested, settling on a purple dressed, adorned with butterflies.

“I don’t…” Penelope started to complain, glancing over the other options, then shrugged, giving in. The woman was probably right, that was likely her best option… It didn’t look like something anyone her age ought to wear, by any stretch of the imagination, but it wasn’t pink, or covered in lace. “All right, I’ll try it.”

Unfortunately, it did fit, technically. It was definitely too short, to the point where she regretted taking her shorts off to try it on, blushing as she stood there in front of the photographer, underwear on full display. “M-Maybe I can wear these underneath,” she said, but that made it worse… It looked more like a shirt, instead of a dress, not much better than what she’d already been wearing.

“Hmm…” the photographer mused. “Well, we do have what is meant to go under it… We could try that. I don’t think you’re going to like it, though.”

Easter Clothes

“Honestly, I don’t know what you’re being such a brat about this, young lady! I’m trying to be nice to you!”

Lane rolled her eyes; it was no big surprise, she supposed, that her step-mother was trying to infantalize her by calling her a ‘brat’… That was what she did, after all. Of course, she was clever enough to see through all that, unlike her step-sister, Ava. That poor, stupid girl had let herself get firmly lodged under her mother’s thumb, and was still there, into her twenties… At this rate, Lane doubted she’d ever fully escape.

“I am not a ‘brat’,” Lane informed her parents, crossing her arms. “I am merely informing you that I have no intention of wearing a dress, whether it’s Easter or not.”

“Lane,” her father sighed, “I know you don’t like them, but you always put up with them for Easter. We’re not going to make you wear it ever again, if you don’t want to…”

“Yeah, I put up with it because I was a kid,” Lane said. “I’m not anymore, am I?”

“I guess not,” her dad admitted. “You’re living here, under my roof, again, though, so…”

“You told me it was fine!” Lane glared. “You can’t shame me for that! At least I moved out at some point, Ava isn’t that much younger than me, and she never even tried to…”

“Your sister has nothing to do with this,” her father cut her off. “And I don’t mind you having to live here; I love having your around. We just want to make sure everyone looks nice that one day.”

“I’ll look nice,” Lane spat. “Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I have to wear a dress to look nice!”

“You know what?” her step-mother said, putting a hand on her husband’s arm. “She’s right.”

Lane was surprised to be getting support from her, although it was certainly welcome. “I’m glad one of you came to your senses,” she declared. “I’ll look through my stuff… I probably even have something bright and pastel-y, if you really want my to be in the Easter spirit.” She’d intended to go with a dark suit, fancy, yet almost definitely out of place with what the rest of the family would be wearing, but she was feeling charitable after managing to sway one of her parents.

“Oh, no,” the woman shook her head. “We can still buy you something… It’s only fair, since your sister is getting a new outfit. And I have the perfect thing in mind…”

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She should have seen it coming then, but she was too blinded by her supposed victory to notice the gleam in her step-mother’s eye. She didn’t give it much of a thought at all until Easter Sunday, when, as the rest of the family got ready to head out for the big family meal at Ava’s aunt’s place, she realized she’d never gotten her promised outfit.

“Silly me,” her step-mother said when Lane asked her about it. “It’s right in here… Come on…”

It was weird, of course, when she took Lane’s hand to lead her through the house; Lane felt a pit forming in her stomach, growing larger and deeper as they got closer and closer to the room, although she was still telling herself that couldn’t be where they were headed. Her father wouldn’t let that happen… He’d protected her that last year Lane lived there, before she went off to college, and on summer breaks, saying that, while it might work for Ava – which was debatable, at least in Lane’s mind – Lane was too old to start then.

“Wh-Why is it in here?” Lane asked, gulping when the woman opened that dreaded door after all, trying to pull away from her step-mother’s grip, only to feel it tighten.

“I think you know,” she smiled.

“You can’t do this!” Lane stomped her foot, tears springing to her eyes. “My dad said…!”

“You’re an adult now, aren’t you?” the woman countered. “You were so insistent about that… Are you going to keeping hiding behind your father? Is that what a grown woman would do?”

Lane whimpered, eyes darting across the room, seeing what was there, waiting for her. She tried, again, to tear herself free, to no avail. It wasn’t a big surprise, really… Ava was a decent amount taller than her, and the woman could handle her, no problem. Why would Lane be a challenge? “Daddy!” she squealed, as her step-mother began to pull off her pajama shorts.

“For as tough as you pretend to be, I didn’t think you’d go there so quickly,” the woman chuckled. “I thought this would be much more difficult…”

“Stop it!” Lane whined, grabbing for her boyshorts when the woman came for them next, only to feel them easily ripped away. Her step-mother didn’t obey, however, lifting her up onto the changing table, planting her bottom right onto the waiting diaper. The thing would have been huge anyway, but she’d already stacked soaker pads in it, making it even bigger and bulkier than the ones Lane was used to seeing on Ava when she was being punished – although, to be fair, that hadn’t happened in quite a while.

Lane tried to sit up, but all it took was a single hand pushing her back onto the soft, padded table to prove how outmatched she was. “Daddy!” she screamed, pounding her fists, producing some crinkling noises, and no real results, while she was thoroughly powdered and oiled. “Daddy!” she yelped again as the front of the diaper was pulled up, and she felt how thick it really was, how much it was forcing her thighs apart.

“Honestly, Lane,” her step-mother shook her head, without stopping her work, tugging the sides up nice and snug and taping them into place, sealing the girl into her poofy prison. “The house isn’t that big… I’m sure he heard you the first time. He isn’t coming to save you… He agreed with me that if you want to be seen as an adult so badly, you should act like one… And, if you can’t even stop me, by yourself, then I don’t think you’re much of a big girl, are you?”

“Yes, I am!” Lane pouted, wiping away the tears trickling down her face as the woman fastened the last tape, and gave the whole, bulky thing a pat.

“Are you?” she questioned. “You hardly fought back at all, and almost immediately turned to your daddy to rescue you… I honestly thought I’d have to at least give you a spank or two, but I didn’t even have to threaten it. I think you belong in these more than your sister ever did.”

“I don’t belong in diapers!” Lane raged, reaching for the diaper’s tapes, and getting a swat on the hand.

“There it is,” her step-mother nodded. “Yes, you do, Lane… And, if you don’t behave yourself better than this today, you’re going to be staying in them for a long time, while I take my own crack at raising you. I don’t blame your father, really… He did his best, but he was alone with you for so long before I came along… I’m sure Ava would love to have the chance to show her little sister how to be a real girl.”

It was hard enough, being the older of the two when she was so much smaller than her sister… She wasn’t about to let herself be the ‘little sister’, or allow anyone to turn her into a simpering, patethic girly girl like Ava. She grabbed for the tapes again, and was smacked away a second time.

“You know better than that, young lady,” her step-mother told her. “You do not touch your diaper, unless you really do want a spanking. And I’m sure you don’t, do you?”

Lane squirmed, wanting so much to be defiant, to rip that diaper off herself… But she’d seen Ava get a spanking, on several occasions, and the sound of the hairbrush striking the girl’s bare bottom echoed in her mind. She’d always been afraid that, even if her father saved her from diaper discipline, he’d cave in and let Lane be spanked… It looked like it hurt so much, and the very idea of it was so humiliating, made her feel even smaller and more helpless…

“I didn’t think so,” her step-mother grinned, helping her sit up, as well as she could in the massive diaper, pulling what Lane assumed, at first, was a t-shirt over her head. She quickly found out she was wrong when the woman helped her hop down off the table, then tugged the bottom of the shirt down, fastening it in the middle. It was, in fact, a onesie… It fit her like a glove, but her diaper was so huge, it refused to be fully contained, spilling out around the leg-holes, ensuring there was no doubt what she had on underneath.

She finished the outfit off with a hair bow and socks, then stepped back to admire her work. “Perfect,” she declared. “Aren’t you going to thank me for your new Easter clothes? It isn’t a dress…”

“I-I can’t wear this!” Lane whimpered.

“Don’t worry, the family is all used to this… Well, they’re used to it on Ava, but I’m sure they all know you well enough to know you belong in it as much as she ever did.” That wasn’t exactly what Lane was worried about. “Now, I need to get ready, too, so you are going to stay in here and think about your behavior, both in the past, and in the future. If you can behave yourself today, we can pretend this never happened, and go back to the way things were… At least, until you act up again. If you step one foot out of line, however, or prove you deserve this in any way, I am putting you in full-time diaper discipline for the foreseeable future, with your father’s blessing, and your sister’s help. Do you understand?”

Lane swallowed nervously, nodding slowly. “Good girl,” her step-mother smiled, handing her a baby rattle. “You can play with this while you think.”

Lane watched her go, plopping down on her padded bottom, hardly able to believe this was happening to her. She wanted, so badly, to take off the diaper, but there was no question doing so would be stepping out of line… She wriggling, listening to the diaper crinkle beneath her, wondering if, maybe, the woman was right… She’d always looked down on Ava for allowing this to happen to her, yet Ava almost always resisted, had to be spanked, before she was subjected to this… Lane liked to think she was smart for avoiding that, though it was also possible she was just a chicken, a baby, so scared of some pain that she allowed herself to be put in a diaper and onesie with barely any resistance, or chance of taking it off without permission.

“Aww, aren’t you precious?”

Lane glanced up, blushing as she saw Ava standing there in the doorway of the room. Normally, Lane might have made fun of her for her new Easter outfit, which, at least in her eyes, was a little on the childish side for someone Ava’s age… Today, however, she had no room to talk. “Leave me alone,” Lane sulked.

“Leave you alone?” Ava shook her head. “But, sweetie… If I do that, you might accidentally behave yourself, for once… And we wouldn’t want that! Not when, if you don’t, I get to be the big sister for once…”

Lane was always aware that her step-sister was larger than her, but, because she considered herself smarter, and stronger, and more independent, she’d never let it bother her too much. Now, on the other hand, it was a real problem, as it meant Ava could easily turn her over, pin her down, unsnap her onesie, push her diaper down, and grab something from one of the drawers in the changing table.

“Do you recognize these?” Ava demanded, shoving her hand in Lane’s face, holding a pair of small, ominous looking white bullets.

Of course, they weren’t really bullets… Ava’s mother kept those for only the most dire circumstances, when the girl had really messed up, and needed an extra-special punishment. Usually, Ava could go to her and ask to use the potty when she had to do that, and be taken to the bathroom… When the suppositories came out, however, that meant a dirty diaper. Lane would be lying if she claimed she hadn’t found it funny, watching her step-sister toddle around with a load in her diaper, unable to change herself, or even ask for one, having to wait for her mother to decide she was ready for a fresh diaper…

“Ava, no!” Lane thrashed under the bigger girl, sniffling. “Please!”

“I wonder how long you’ll be able to hold them,” Ava mused. “If it was me, I’d probably make it until we were in the car, on the road… Wouldn’t that be humiliating? Squirming there in the back-seat, filling your pants, bouncing along with every bump, knowing that, as soon as we get to my aunt’s place, you’re going to be taken to the bathroom for a change, and probably a spanking, since even you ought to be big enough not to do that…”

Lane’s cheeks warmed, her imagination going wild as she thought through that scenario, practically hearing Ava ask, “What’s that smell?” to make sure everyone was aware, seeing her step-mother glare at her in the rear-view mirror, shaking her head in disbelief and disappointment.

“I’ve always known you were just a big baby, though,” Ava continued. “I bet you can’t even hold it until we’re ready to leave. I bet you’ll poop your pants right here, in the nursery, without even bothering to ask to be taken to the potty. Even your dad will have to admit that’s something only a baby would do.”

“Ava, please!” Lane begged. “I-I’ll give you… umm…”

She wracked her brains, searching for something that might tempt the girl to take mercy on her, but nothing came to mind. More than likely, it wouldn’t have mattered, anyway… She had a feeling, either way, Ava still would have jabbed her finger into her bottom, shoving the first suppository in. Lane groaned, positive she could feel the thing gliding up inside her, pushing its way up to turn into a time bomb in her tummy, made all the more dangerous by the second one Ava added to join it.

Ava didn’t even give her any privacy for the shameful act they both knew was brewing. She stayed, watching like a hawk as Lane blushed and pretended to be interested in her rattle, since there was nothing else to draw her attention away from her vengeful step-sister, or the growing rumble in her stomach.

Even knowing it was on its way, the first cramp still took her by surprise, both with how quickly it happened, and how strong it was. She did her best to hide it, to keep Ava from being able to tell her plan was working, praying the girl would get bored and go back to her own room, but she had no choice, really… She had to squeeze her legs together, as much as she could in the diaper, had to clamp her hand down, or else she would have lost control right then and there.

“Looks like I was right,” Ava grinned.

“Ava…” Lane sniffed, then shook her head defiantly. She wasn’t going to let the girl get to her. She was older, after all, and no matter how she felt in this moment, sweating and wiggling on her back and fighting not to poop her pants, she knew she was smarter, too. “Daddy!” she yelled. “Mom!”

Ava’s eyes widened for a second, but no longer. “I’ll check on her!” she called, as she grabbed Lane’s feet, holding them up and away from each other. “Did you really think that would work?” she smirked, looking down at the shocked girl.

Lane squirmed, trying to kick free of her step-sister’s grip, realizing, in that position, the next cramp was going to be far harder to get through without… And, before she could even finish the thought, it happened. She tried to close her legs, but Ava only spread them further apart, watching with glee as Lane whimpered, feeling the warm, mushy mess start to slide out into her diaper without her consent, slowly but surely spreading through the whole, massive garment, causing it to swell out, just to reach the limits of the onesie and be cradled tighter against her skin, making her ever more aware of the awful, mortifying thing she was doing, in full view of the person who had made it happen.

“Oh, Lane!” Ava exclaimed, loud enough for their parents to hear. “What did you do? Why didn’t you ask for help earlier?”

“Y-You can’t do this,” Lane grunted, still helplessly in the midst of filling her diaper. “I-I’ll tell them what you did, a-and…”

“And you think they’ll believe you over me?” Ava giggled, patting the ever-expanding diaper around her sister’s waist. “After they see this? You’re even dumber than I thought… You really do belong in these? But don’t worry, your big sister’s here to look after you, and teach you how to be a big girl… And make sure you keep having ‘accidents’ like this, until mom and dad decide it isn’t even worth it to let you have bathroom privileges for anything other than brushing your teeth and being given your baths… So you’d better get used to how this feels.” She gave the diaper another pat, harder this time, squishing the mush against the other girl’s bottom. “Because I’m going to make sure you never get to use the potty again… And, when mom and dad are at work, I’m going to be in charge of deciding when, or if, you get a change. Happy Easter, baby sis… Now that your new outfit is complete, I hope you like it. You’re going to be wearing it a lot more often, from now on…”

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Trapped – Part 1

“Can we just get going?” Hana grumbled, swinging her legs boredly in her chair as she watched the others finish off their latest round of drinks and begin pondering ordering another. “We have no idea what this place is going to be like, I don’t think…”

“Calm down,” Korinn said, patting her on the back with a huge, scaly hand, nearly knocking the halfling off her seat unintentionally. “From what I’ve heard, we have nothing to worry about. We’re just preparing for the journey.”

Hana rolled her eyes; she could usually look to the dragonborn for support, but, clearly, not this time. She probably shouldn’t have been surprised… It was a feast day for the god the woman served, so they were lucky they’d managed to convince her to come along at all. Hana suspected that somewhere, deep in her lizard heart, Korinn was starting to get attached to them… Although she still demanded they donate a portion of any treasure they found to her church, besides her percentage, so she must not like them too much yet.

“Why do we always use the tavern as a meeting place?” Hana sighed. She knew the reason – Mai’lyth and Donovan liked to drink, and, on special occasions, apparently so did Korinn – but that knowledge did little to make her feel better. She’d had some cider, though she hadn’t even managed to finish the whole mug before starting to feel tipsy. Halflings were not particularly well known for their alcohol tolerance; she had even less than most. It didn’t help that this tavern didn’t have cups sized for her kind, nor chairs.

She glanced across the room, towards the window, where, sure enough, a raven was sitting outside, watching disapprovingly. Some might have said she was imagining that, but she’d been with her familiar long enough to tell that’s how he felt… The same way she could tell he hated it when she called him ‘Alfie’, rather than Alfred. She gave him a big shrug, then settled back down in her chair, nearly losing sight of the top of the table. She hated this place…

Thankfully, her companions actually stuck to their promise of ‘one more round’, stumbling outside once they were finished. Alfred flew over to Hana, landing on her shoulder and cawing at her to show his displeasure. “I’m sorry,” Hana rolled her eyes. “They don’t like birds in there, and I don’t want you getting baked into a pie or something.”

“Nobody would want to eat that old thing,” Mai smirked. “I’m sure he tastes awful.”

“Not as bad as you probably do,” Hana shot back. The half-elf shrugged in reply; it seemed, at times, she was trying to distance herself as much as possible from the elegance of full-blooded elves. She was quite the impressive fighter, however, despite how barbarous she could act, so Hana was willing to put up with her… Not that she really had much choice, since without Mai’lyth, she wouldn’t have Donovan.

Hana wasn’t sure he was a better warrior than Mai – she’d seen the half-elf fall into rages where she was nearly unstoppable, taking out entire rooms of enemies almost single-handed – but he was very skilled with the glowing axe he could somehow produce with his mind. It was strange… Hana had studied magic for most of her life, yet had never come across anything quite like that before meeting him. He’d apparently learned it at some monastery, far away, although when she asked him specifically which country it was in, he’d never give a direct answer.

He’d never tell her where he and Mai had met, either, or why his eyes glowed blue… Sometimes, Hana wondered if there was really a story behind any of it, or if he just liked to tease her by pretending there was, and not elaborating. Honestly, she wouldn’t have put it past him, and, even though she was smaller than him, Mai’lyth intimidated her too much to go to her for answers.

Ultimately, it didn’t matter anyhow… They’d needed somebody to help them open a magically locked chest they’d found in a dungeon near Hana’s hometown, and, after she’d helped them out, Donovan had asked, seemingly almost on a whim, if she might want to come see a little more of the world with them. There were times when Hana wondered why she’d said yes, and left her nice, comfortable home… For the most part, though, she was enjoying her adventure.

Their little group had gotten quite the reputation, which was, she assumed, why they’d been hired to go investigate this dungeon. Hana wasn’t sure where Korinn had gotten the idea that they had nothing to worry about, since, from what she could tell, nobody had gone more than a few steps into the place until now, other than, of course, whoever had built it… Together, however, they’d been through a lot by now, so she was probably right, even if she had been making it up so Hana would feel more at ease.

The dungeon was further from the town than she’d expected, and the wind colder. She shivered a little, pulling her cloak tighter around herself. “Maybe you should have joined us in that last round,” Mai told her, scooting forward slightly on her horse, closer to Hana, seated in front of her; they’d decided when they’d first started to travel together it would be silly for her to bring a pony, since it would struggle to keep up with Mai and Donovan’s horses, and they didn’t want her to slow them down. She always felt so silly and childish, sharing the saddle with them, especially once Korinn had joined them, with her own, specially bred horse, which was even bigger than the ones Mai and Donovan had, so, technically, they were slowing her down, like Hana would have done with them… “You’d have warmed yourself up a bit for the trip.”

“I’m fine,” Hana grumbled.

“I hope so,” Mai said. “A frozen wizard isn’t going to do us much good.”

Fortunately, beyond the cold, it was an uneventful journey; Hana almost wondered, when they came across the entrance, waiting there for them, open and inviting, if Donovan, who had taken the lead, as usual, had gotten the directions wrong. Surely, there ought to be some sort of creatures guarding this place, or something, right? It was almost too easy….

“I don’t know about this,” Hana fretted, nervously toying with her dagger as she watched the other tying their horses to a tree outside the entrance and prepare themselves, Donovan summoning his axe, Mai attaching blades to her gauntlets, Korinn readying her mace. “Maybe we should rest, and wait until morning, or…”

“Aww, are you tired already?” Mai teased, her concern gone now that they weren’t alone, on the horse. “Need a nap?”

“No, I don’t need one,” Hana glared. “I just think we should prepare ourselves… Something doesn’t seem right here.”

“Let’s take a look inside, at least,” Korinn suggested. “We’ve come all the way here… Let’s get an idea of what we’re up against, anyway.”

Hana couldn’t really argue with that; even if she could, the others clearly had their minds made up already. “Come on, Alfred,” Hana sighed, calling the bird down from his perch on the tree, onto her shoulder as she headed towards the dungeon. The place gave her a very bad feeling, the sensation that something wasn’t right… But what could it be?

The entrance was thrown open, large, wooden doors leading to a long staircase downwards. It all looked normal enough, she supposed, if not a bit ominous… Yet, she couldn’t shake that funny feeling. “Wait!” she called, stopping Mai in her tracks, about to start down the steps.

“What now?” the half-elf asked.

“There’s just…” Hana sniffed the air, then sheathed her dagger to free up her hands so she could cast a spell to dispel any magic in the area. It was harder than she expected, a sure sign that there was more going on than met the eye, but after a moment, the area shimmered, transformed, the formerly green grass around the entrance becoming black, charred by magical flames, explaining the scent she’d picked up. There were a few small skeletons, though they looked more like animals that had, unfortunately, flown too close and triggered the trap, rather than other adventurers.

“See?” she shook her head. “We need to take our time with this!”

“Did your little spell disable the trigger, too?” Mai asked.

“I think so,” Hana shrugged. “I mean, I don’t know for sure, but… Mai!”

Hana winced as she watched Mai’lyth step over the threshold, onto the first step; thankfully, no burst of flame came shooting out of anywhere to incinerate her, or anyone else. “Come on,” Mai turned back towards her. “Clearly, you need to keep an eye out for us.”

“But…” Hana rolled her eyes. She hated when she got stuck doing this… It made sense, she supposed, since she was shorter than the rest, closer to most tripwires, or switches in the floor, so it should be easier for her to see them… And, generally, arrow traps, and things of that sort, were aimed over her head… She still wasn’t a fan, though.

It didn’t take long for her to be reminded why. It wasn’t really her fault… She had been paying attention, and spotting nothing out of the ordinary. It was only when Donovan called from the back of the group, “Can’t you got any faster?” that she got distracted.

“No, I can’t!” she yelled back. “These stairs aren’t made for halflings, and… Oh, crap.”

She felt the stone sink into the step, eyes widening as she looked around to see what she might have set off. At first, she didn’t notice anything, thought maybe it was a decoy, or the trap associated with this trigger had malfunctioned…. Then, she heard the loud thumping behind them.

“What was that?” Korinn asked.

“I-I think I…” Hana spoke up, only for her voice to be overpowered by Donovan’s.

“Go!” he commanded, rushing down the steps. “Go, go, go!”

“What is..?” Hana turned to see Mai and Korinn doing the same, and, behind them, the sight of the steps they’d been climbing down starting to collapse, falling down, one by one. Hana scrambled down, her teammates brushing past her as she hopped from step to step, trying desperately not to trip and tumble down the rest of the way and break her neck, or get caught up by the falling stairs.

“Come on!” she gasped as Korinn scooped her up, having turned around and seen how far behind she’d gotten. Hana was small enough, any of the others could have done that with no problem, although they all knew how much she hated it… In this instance, however, she was grateful, as the dragonborn could easily descend the stairs faster than her, depositing her at the bottom, beside Mai and Donovan, as the staircase crumbled into the dark pit below.

“Well, then,” Donovan said, once he caught his breath. “I guess we’re going to keep exploring, then.”

Hana stared up at the faint light of day, shining at the entrance, looking quite far away now. She could cast a levitation spell on one of the others, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t powerful enough to get them that far… They were just going to have to hope there was another way out, further in.

“I-I guess so,” Hana nodded.

“It’s all right,” Korinn smiled down at her, in the light of the ever-burning torches lining the walls. “Don’t feel bad… Those two have set off more than their fair share of traps on their own… It happens to everyone.”

Hana shrugged, looking back up at the entrance again. She could send Alfred up, and he was smart enough to repeat a few words… If only they’d left somebody up there for him to deliver them to. Splitting up the party was almost never a good idea, but at least if they had, whoever was there could have gone back to town for help, if nothing else. “Thanks for helping me out.”

“No problem,” Korinn told her. “Now, come on… We’d better catch up.”

Mai and Donovan had, of course, gone ahead, down the hallway further into the dungeon. Thankfully, they’d stopped when they came to a large, ornately carved wooden door, rather than barging ahead with only half the team. “All right, little miss smarty,” Mai teased, as Hana and Korinn approached, “Are there any traps on this you want to set off?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Hana glared at her, before turning her attention to the door. She didn’t sense any magic coming from it, although there was no way to know for sure… The caster could have been more powerful than her, and able to hide their work. Or, like the staircase, there might be a trap that had nothing to do with magic… “I think it’s safe, but…” If they were definitely going to go through the door, she probably ought to use a Find Traps spell, just in case…. If they were going to try something else, however, it was better to wait, and not waste a spell she might need somewhere else.

“Well, it’s locked,” Donovan said. Of course they’d already tried; she had her doubts they’d searched for traps first, either.

“Maybe there’s a hidden passage somewhere we missed,” Korinn suggested. There had been no other obvious paths from the bottom of the staircase, but that didn’t always mean anything. “Or we could… Oh, come on, you two…” She rolled her eyes as she saw Mai and Donovan backing up. “Not again… Didn’t you learn anything from last time?”

“We survived that,” Mai shrugged. “I don’t want to spend all day looking for a loose stone to push on. Hana said there wasn’t a trap on this one, anyway.”

“No, I said…” Hana interjected, hurriedly starting to cast Find Traps, but it was already too late. Mai and Donovan were already charging forward, slamming their shoulders into the door. It shuddered, burst open… And the floor began to shake.

“You said it was safe, you stupid…!” Mai raged, before her words were drowned out by the sound of grinding stone, as the floor began to turn. Hanna was thrown off her feet as the ground shifted beneath them, the section of hallway they’d been standing on splitting into four pieces, each rotating away from the others.

There was, it turned out, a secret passage… Or, at least one. Hana scrambled to her feet, turning around to see a solid wall behind her, all her friends gone, and an unfamiliar new hallway ahead of her. She hoped the others had been at least that fortunate, and hadn’t been dropped into a pit of spikes or something.

“Hello?” she called, pressing her ear to the wall, hoping she could hear them on the other side, but there was nothing. “Well,” she gulped, looking over at Alfred, perched on her shoulder, “I guess we’d better keep going, huh?”

He cawed at her, tilting his head. “What else are we going to do?” she sighed. “Stay here?” She pulled the dagger out of its sheath again, creeping forward. “N-No, I’m not scared… I would just feel better if one of the others were here, but for all we know, they’re all waiting for us to rescue them… We should…”

“Hana?”

Hana’s ears perked up. Maybe she wasn’t as alone as she’d thought… “Donovan?” she called back. “Is that you?”

“Hurry! I don’t know how long I can…”

“Hold on!” Alfred was chirped at her, but Hana shook her head. “We have to be brave,” she told the bird, gripping her knife tighter as she rushed onwards. “I know it’s his fault, but…”

If she hadn’t been moving so quickly, she might have sensed the glyph before she stepped on it; instead, she felt it as soon as her foot touched it, and knew she was in trouble. A sinking feeling grew in her stomach, then she felt something wrap around her ankle. She gasped, looking down in time to see a shadowy tentacle there, pulling on her, curling further up her leg.

“Get away from me!” she demanded, starting to draw back her knife to stab at it, as another reached up, winding around her arm, squeezing tightly enough to make her drop her weapon. “Donovan!” She twisted, staring down the hall, searching for any sign of him, the glow of his eyes, or his axe; there was none.

Her mind raced, trying to decide what the best spell to use was. The tentacles were coming from a growing shadow, one that ought not even be there, since it was right under a torch…. She was pretty sure they were purely magic, but, if they weren’t, a Dispel Magic spell might be useless, and there was a chance she wouldn’t have time to cast anything else before it was too late…

Another tentacle shot up, wrapping around her middle, squeezing her slightly, holding her more firmly in place, as one more began to rise out of the shadow. She opened her mouth, trying to cast a spell, but couldn’t even get the first word out before the tentacle zoomed forward, right at her head, magically passing through, and into her mind…

“Hey, hey, calm down…”

Hana gasped, eyes she couldn’t even remember closing shooting open, staring up at the human looking down at her. Everything was different… She wasn’t in the dungeon, certainly, but a strange, brightly colored room, although it seemed like she had been taken prisoner, since she was surrounded by bars…

“You just got all tangled up in your blankets, sweetie,” the woman told her, reaching down and tugging them away from Hana’s arms and legs. “Were you having a nightmare?”

“Who are you?” Hana demanded. “Are you the one who built the dungeon?”

“My, such a big word!” the woman chuckled. “Where did you hear that, dear?”

“I have…” Hana started to say, prepared to brag about all the adventures she’d been on, when she tried to sit up. It was more difficult than it ought to have been, mostly because of the strange, bulky garment around her waist. She frowned, glancing down to see her usual wizard robes gone, replaced by a fuzzy, pink garment, of a rather unnatural hue, covering her from toe to neck. Beneath the crotch, she could see something bulging, as if barely able to be contained, and, as she moved, it rustled softly. “Where are my clothes, you fiend?!”

“You’re in a silly mood today, aren’t you?” the woman smiled. “And such a vocabulary! Well, sweetie, you fell asleep playing with the dollhouse, so I brought you here for a little nap… Don’t worry, as long as you stayed dry, you’ll get your Pull-Ups back.”

“What are you talking about?” Hana shook her head. “Let me out of here, I need to…”

The woman reached for Hana’s neck, and the halfling raised a hand to defend herself automatically, only to have it swatted away as the woman grabbed at something on the garment’s collar. With a tug, she pulled it down, and the clothing split in two, revealing Hana’s bare body beneath… And the thing wrapped around her waist.

“Oh, Hana,” the woman sighed. “I don’t even have to check… Your diaper is soaked!”

Hana froze at the word; maybe she should have realized that’s what it was before, after helping care for her younger siblings for so long, but this was nothing like any other diaper she’d seen before. It was so smooth, almost shiny… And she hadn’t heard the noise it was making from a normal diaper, either.

“I don’t need a diaper!” she gasped, squirming, only to notice the garment did feel warm, squishing slightly beneath her bottom. It had been a very long time since she’d worn a wet diaper, and that was almost certainly not what they had felt like then, yet she still knew what was going on. She also knew, at last, that those bars she saw around her weren’t a jail cell, built just for someone her size… She was in a crib.

“Obviously, you do,” the woman said gently. “I’m sorry, but that’s your fifth frowny face on the chart this week, and that means no more Pull-Ups for now.”

Hana had no idea what she was saying, only that the woman was carefully helping her out of the garment, leaving her in just the diaper, before picking her up, lifting her out of the crib, setting her down on a soft surface, one that made much the same sound as her diaper when she moved on it. “It’s all right,” the woman told her as she grabbed something on the front of the diaper, giving it a tug, making a ripping noise as it lifted off. “Everyone learns at their own pace… You’ll be ready eventually…”

She repeated the process again, then opened the diaper, wiping Hana’s privates with a thin, cool, damp cloth a couple times before lifting her up, taking the diaper away. “Now, I don’t want you to be fussy about this… I know you’re upset, but rules are rules, Hana; you need diapers.”

“No, I don’t!” Hana whined, sitting up as the woman looked away for a moment, gasping as she spotted one of those shadowy tentacles, reaching up from beneath the thing she’d been set on, grasping for her. “No!” she whimpered, trying to kick it away, only for it to wrap around her leg.

“N-No…” she shook her head, her vision swimming slightly; she could tell something wasn’t right, that the tentacle was doing something to her, taking something away, but she couldn’t tear herself free.

“Don’t be such a little drama queen,” the woman chuckled. “Just give me a second to get you a fresh diaper…”

“G-Get… Get away…” she gasped, kicking at the thing with her free foot. It was around her leg, but it was really her mind that was being attached… There was little doubt of that. She closed her eyes, steeling herself, gritting her teeth, trying to force it off that way, unsure if it would even work…

After a few long, worrisome moments, she felt it loosen, and she ripped herself out of its grasp, rolling away… And, without meaning, over the edge of the thing she was on. She let out a yelp as she tumbled to the floor, glad for the soft rug to break her fall somewhat.

“Oh, no, sweetie!” the woman exclaimed. “Are you all right?”

Hana could see the woman approaching; she could also see, across the room, an open doorway. The fall had knocked the wind out of her, but she managed to scramble to her feet anyway, racing for it, hoping her friends would be there, waiting, ready to help her… She hated that they’d see her naked, though better that than the alternative, she supposed.

“Where are you going?!” the woman demanded. “Stop right there, young lady!”

Despite her smaller size, and how stunned the fall had made her – and how much her head was still swimming from the tentacle – she was still faster than the larger woman, reaching the door ahead of her and bursting through, slamming it shut behind her before turning back around to get a lay of the land, to see where in the dungeon she was, to try and figure out where her friends might be…

What she saw in front of her was no dungeon; there was no sign of her party. There were plenty of other people, many her size, but it was immediately apparent they weren’t halflings, like her. These were human children, many obviously wearing those same diapers she’d just been taken out of, toddling around, playing with unfamiliar toys… A sudden, dreadful thought hit her, made her feel almost sick to her stomach. Did that woman actually think she belonged here? As a baby?

 

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The Spell

Mandie smirked as she sauntered into class; it had worked, she was certain of it. She had to admit, she’d been doubtful of it at first… That dusty, old book she’d found it in had seemed a bit… strange… but, just from the way she’d felt her schoolmates staring at her as she walked down the hall, she knew something was different.

She still didn’t quite know the limits, and she didn’t want to do anything too big and push her luck, or else she could end up making her teachers suspicious, and they might make her put a premature end to the spell. As much as she would have loved to march up to the professor and demand an A in the class, without having to show up any more, that probably wouldn’t be the best test.

She certainly didn’t want to sit through another History of Magic class, however, so there was something a little smaller she could try. She walked up to the teacher’s desk anyway, waiting for the woman to pay attention to her and look up from the papers she was grading while they waited for the rest of the class to shuffle in.

“I’m not feeling well,” Mandie announced, quite aware she neither sounded, nor looked, sick – that was the whole point. “I don’t think…”

“Oh, no!” The professor leaped out of her chair, moving more quickly than Mandie had ever seen her do in the past. “Do you need to visit the nurse, dear?”

Even knowing about the spell, Mandie almost wondered if it was a joke, if the woman was mocking her. She was known for being strict about this sort of thing, for not believing students who tried to skip class, and claim illness as a cause, not unless they were already laid up in the infirmary… Even then, it was clear she didn’t like it.

“No, no,” Mandie shook her head. “I-I don’t think it’s that bad, but… Hey!” She gasped as the professor stepped closer, lifting her skirt right there, flashing her panties to the rest of the room, not seeming to care there were boys there, a couple rows back. “What are you doing?!”

“That won’t do!” the teacher fretted, grabbing her wand and giving it a wave, causing the contents of her desk to helpfully move themselves off, clearing away a nice, large empty space. “You really need to let someone else take care of that for you!”

Mandie frowned; she didn’t know what the woman meant by that, or what she was doing, but the wording definitely gave her pause. If she’d had any doubt this was because of the spell, they clenched it… But this wasn’t what she’d expected at all! Especially not once the teacher flicked her wand, and conjured a large, thick, puffy diaper out of nowhere.

“What is that for?!” Mandie squealed, despite having a bad feeling she already knew the answer. Her face turned red as she shot a look back at her classmates, certain they would be laughing at her, hoping maybe the spell would cause one of them to want to help her as the professor grabbed her panties and yanked them down, ripping them easily out of the girl’s frantic grip.

Thankfully, once she’d tossed them aside, and started to shove Mandie up onto the waiting desk, another girl did step forward. “Do you want some help?” she asked.

“Yes!” Mandie growled. “Make her…!”

“Could you unfold the diaper?” the teacher requested. “She’s a squirmy one…”

“What are you doing?!” Mandie kicked her feet in annoyance as the girl began to do as the other woman had asked, and not her. “You’re supposed to… Stop that!”

She gasped as, with a final shove, she was pushed up onto the table, her bottom landing right on the soft, lightly crinkling surface of the diaper. With a swallow, she felt her backside sinking into it, shaking her head, looking at the rest of the classroom, praying one of them would be her knight in shining armor, and put a stop to all this, while the teacher summoning a bottle of baby powder, and she and the student happily went to work, diapering her.

Unfortunately, it became obvious right away no help was on its way. Everyone was watching, cooing over how cute she was, some pouting jealously that they weren’t up there, getting to assist… It was almost worse than it would have been if they’d all been laughing at her, as she might have expected, were she to find herself in this predicament any other time… They didn’t seem to find it strange at all that they were doing this to her, that she, an eighteen year old, on the verge of graduation, was getting diapered like an infant; in fact, they loved it.