The Prom

“Oh! Uh… Sure! I-I mean, if you want to…”

“Of course I do,” Kim smiled, barely stifling a giggle. “That’s why I asked.”

It wasn’t quite the reaction she’d been expected, although that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Transferring schools at the end of her senior year had been pretty rough; everyone else knew each other by now, and they weren’t interested in getting to know someone when they were only going to be there for a month or two before she headed off to college. That was fine, for the most part… But she really wanted to go to prom.

She was well aware how silly it was, how unimportant it was, in the grand scheme of things… Yet, it wouldn’t truly feel like she’d graduated high school unless she did it. Unfortunately, by the time she got to her new school, the majority of guys she was interested in already had dates, and, even if they didn’t, they probably had someone in mind, someone they’d known for more than a few days.

Then, there was Eric. He was quiet, and kept to himself mostly – Kim hadn’t seen him with any girl, which had given her hope – and he was cute. She would have loved to take some time to get to know him, and have him ask her… But she couldn’t. If she wanted to go to prom, she’d have to strike now, and hope he said yes.

And now, he had. Kim felt as if a weight had been lifted off her, a sensation of happiness, and slight melancholy – this meant her life as a high schooler really was almost over – washing over her. It was hard to believe he hadn’t had anybody else to ask, or that nobody else had asked him before her, and it did make her a bit worried, wondering if there was a reason she didn’t know about.

“Y-You’ll have to pick me up, though,” he said, blushing. “S-Sorry, but I don’t have a car, or a driver’s license.”

It was Kim’s turn to say, “Oh!”, although she immediately felt bad about it, seeing the look on his face. “No, no, that’s fine,” she reassured him. “I don’t mind driving.”

That was a little strange; they didn’t live in the city, by any means, where you could get anywhere you needed to go by walking, or public transportation. She assumed anyone here would have their license by the time they were a senior, even if they couldn’t afford a car yet. Perhaps that was why he hadn’t been asked until her… It seemed shallow, but it wouldn’t surprise her. “I’ll DM you and send you pictures of my dress so you can get me a corsage,” she winked at him. “We’re gonna have a blast!”

It wasn’t exactly what she’d always dreamed of, but she was going to make the best of it. It was empowering to be the one to ask – although it would have felt nice to have it the other way around – and it could be the same to be the one driving. She got herself all dolled up, posed for pictures for her parents, promising to get some with her date, then headed to the address she’d been given.

The woman who answered the door looked her up and down in a way that made Kim feel uncomfortable, like a specimen under the microscope, fidgeting and tugging at the hem of her dress. “H-Hi,” she smiled. “I’m Kim. Eric’s date?”

“I assumed so,” the woman glared down at her. “He’s not ready yet. Come in.”

“Thanks,” Kim nodded, walking in, despite the distinct feeling the woman didn’t particularly want her there. “This is a very lovely home.”

“Let’s go to the living room,” Eric’s mother ignored the compliment. “Would you like something to drink?”

“I-I don’t want to bother you,” Kim told her. “Is he almost done?”

“He’ll be ready when he’s ready,” the woman snapped. “It takes time to put on an actual outfit. I’ll get you some juice… You can sit on the couch.”

“O-Okay,” Kim agreed, wondering if she should be offended. Her dress was short, sure; she didn’t think it was that bad. She had to be careful how she sat, but it was worth it. And there had definitely been skimpier ones at the store… The woman must just be conservative. That was all right, though. Kim had no doubt her son would appreciate the dress.

Eric’s mother returned with a glass of… Kim wasn’t even certain. Her first instinct was grape juice, yet the color wasn’t right for that…. There was purple in it, but it was a muddier shade, almost brown. It definitely wasn’t appetizing looking, that was for sure.

“Uh, th-thanks,” Kim forced a smile, reaching up to take it, having to let go of her skirt, as she was trying to find the best way to position it to appease the woman. She took a sip, nose wrinkling, having to fight back the urge to gag. It tasted even worse than it looked, if that was possible… “Wow, that… hits the spot…” she lied, turning to set the glass down on the end table.

“Honestly,” Eric’s mother scowled, snatching it out of her hand right before it reached the surface, sliding a coaster under it. “Inconsiderate children…”

“S-Sorry,” Kim blushed. “I-I didn’t see those, I…”

“And that dress,” the woman shook her head. “Your mother let you out of the house in that?!”

“I’m eighteen,” Kim couldn’t help sounding snarky. “I can leave the house in whatever I want.”

“I can see your underwear,” Eric’s mother informed her, reaching down, to Kim’s shock, and lifting the skirt. “Ugh, and they’re even sluttier than I expected.”

“Hey!” Kim’s eyes widened as she tried to snatch her dress out of the woman’s hands, only to be surprised at how strong a grip she had. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“No,” the woman countered, leaning in closer. “What do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to corrupt my little boy? I knew you were up to no good from the minute he showed me your picture… And you’re even worse than I imagined. There’s only one thing to do with people like you.”

“Ow!” Kim yelped when the woman grabbed her by the ear, yanking her up, off the sofa, dragging her across the room, down a hall, and into an oversized nursery.

“This is where I punish Eric,” the woman informed Kim, while she looked around, aghast. “It’s been some time since I’ve had to use it, but I knew there was a reason I kept it all around.”

“What are you talking about?!” Kim shook her head. “You’re crazy, you… Hey!” She gasped as the woman ripped her dress off, tossing it aside, doing the same with her bra and panties, tossing them all into the diaper pail before starting to lay out layers and layers of a thick, poofy fabric. If she hadn’t been so shocked, and overwhelmed, at everything that was happening, Kim would have recognized right away what it was, especially considering it was being put onto a changing table, but it took her a few moments. “I am not wearing that!”

It was surprising how quickly a spanking changed her mind; if she’d ever gotten them as a child, it had been so long ago, she had no memory of it. She doubted her father would have every smacked her as hard as this woman, however, making her bottom quiver with each swat, sending waves of pain through her, tears springing to her eyes after the first one, and sprouting into full-blown wailing by the third.

By the time it was over, her backside was pink, and throbbing, and she didn’t put up a fight as the woman pinned her into diaper after diaper, building up something truly massive between her thighs, until Kim wasn’t certain she’d be able to walk. They were followed by a pair of locking plastic panties and a fluffy, pink romper, covered in lace, topped off with a matching bonnet and pacifier.

“Don’t move a muscle,” Eric’s mother warned, stepping out of the room. She needn’t have bothered; Kim didn’t think she could have gotten anywhere if she’d tried. She probed the puffy garment trapped around her waist, marveling at how huge it was, how she couldn’t even feel her hands pressing against it. She took a few, experimental steps, and calling what she was able to do ‘waddling’ was generous.

Kim was ready to beg the woman, to promise her anything, if she let her out of this… When the door creaked open again, however, it was Eric standing there, looking quite hot in his tux, especially in contrast with Kim’s new outfit. Her cheeks turned bright red, and she wished she could sink right through the floor to escape his gaze.

“Mom!” he called. “What did you do?!”

His mother appeared, holding a baby bottle full of the same juice Kim had been offered in the living room. “Eric,” she said, shaking her head, “I did what I had to. I told you… She was a very naughty girl, and she doesn’t deserve you. She had all sorts of nasty plans for you tonight.”

“No, I didn’t,” Kim shook her head. “I-I just wanted to go to the dance, and…”

“Hush,” Eric’s mother shoved the bottle into her mouth, Kim’s protests only causing more of the gross juice to gush into her mouth.

“I want to go to the dance, too!” Eric pouted, looking like a little boy, despite his clothes.

“I know,” his mom cooed. “And you will. Your date needs to finish her prune juice and castor oil, and then I’ll take you both there… I don’t think she’s capable of driving with this diaper.” She gave it a pat, and Kim groaned, swallowing more juice, which tasted even worse now that she knew what it was. “I won’t have to worry about her trying to get into your pants when she’s busy trying to keep from filling hers.”

“But Mommy…” Eric whined.

“Do you need to be punished, too?” she asked. “I thought you were finally old enough to behave yourself, but if not, I’m happy to send you both to prom in diapers. You might still be in them at graduation… Just like your little girlfriend probably will be once I take her home tonight in her dirty diaper, and explain things to her parents.”

Kim whimpered and shook her head; she didn’t want to go to prom like this, of course, but school was almost over, and then she wouldn’t have to see any of those people ever again, if she didn’t want to… She really didn’t want her parents to see her this way, however, certainly not if she… She wrinkled her nose at the thought of what the woman was threatening, praying it wouldn’t happen, yet feeling her tummy starting to tumble already anyway. Who knew what this woman would tell her parents, what lies she’d make up to ensure they did what she wanted?

She turned to Eric, eyes wide with panic, looking for help. Instead, he shrugged and sighed. “I’ll be good, Mommy,” he promised.

“I know you will,” his mother kissed him on the forehead. “And now I know your girlfriend will be, too.”

Kim squirmed helplessly, watching the bottle draining slowly into her mouth, swallowing more and more of the awful stuff, fidgeting in her giant diaper, already heating up, thanks to all the layers, and the plastic pants. It looked like she’d found out why nobody else had asked Eric to the prom…. Too bad it was far too late to back out now.

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