Spooktoberfest

“Come on,” Gwenn rolled her eyes, pushing Byron away from her. “That’s not what this is about.”

“It isn’t?” he seemed disappointed, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand, blushing slightly, though still enough for her to notice in the dim lighting. “B-But…”

“That’s it!” Gwenn pointed at the little rock in the planter she’d just pulled him past, off the theme park’s main sidewalk. In daylight, this would probably have been a nice, cool space to rest for a minute, under the trees, in a bit of shade… Now, at night, with the lights turned low, and costumed actors roamed the walkways, it was kind of creepy, she had to admit…

But she didn’t mind. That was exactly what she was looking for. Halloween was her favorite holiday; being denied something long enough tended to do that, from time to time. She’d never considered her parents to be super religious, although, once she’d graduated high school and moved on to college, the first time she’d been at a school that wasn’t run by the church, and met people who were used to maybe going to church once a month, if that, she realized how wrong she was.

There had been fall festivals, and harvest festivals, and things of that sort, excuses to dress up as what she wanted to be when she grew up, or her favorite historical figure… Halloween itself wasn’t allowed, however. They didn’t even answer the door for trick-or-treaters that night, though that often meant they spent the next day cleaning up eggs or toilet paper.

Gwenn would always be in her room, staring at the window at all the kids, running around in their costumes… And the teenagers, wearing as little as possible, looking as though they were having the time of their lives. She was so jealous of them… If her room hadn’t been on the second floor, she might have climbed out and joined them, especially as she got older.

Instead, she waited until she got older, moved off to college, and could do whatever she wanted on Halloween, ready to fully embrace it. She’d gone a bit crazy the first year, hitting every Halloween party on campus, changing costumes between each one. The next year, she’d calmed down a little, sticking to a single costume, and only a couple of the bigger parties.

This year, however, she was doing something she’d always fantasized about. For as long as she could remember, she’d been seeing commercials for this theme park’s Halloween celebration, Spooktoberfest, and knowing she’d never be allowed to go. She looked up walk throughs of all the haunted houses, spent hours scrolling through other peoples’ photo albums, dreamed of being there herself…

And now, at last, she was here, and it was everything she’d hoped it would be. Her only real disappointment was that, despite it being Halloween night, the guests weren’t allowed to wear costumes. She understood the decision; the park didn’t want random people trying to scare everyone else in an unauthorized way, or doing anything stupid and being mistaken for an employee. She was still bummed, though, especially when she saw some people had been let in, so, apparently, the workers had been more lax about the policy tonight. There had been parties the weekend before, however, so she’d gotten plenty of use out of her sexy nun costume.

She’d avoided it the first couple years, since, after years of going to schools taught by them, it had felt wrong to dress up in such a perversion of their outfits… This time, she couldn’t help herself. The ‘habit’, such as it was, was super short, allowing her to show off most of the fishnet stockings she was wearing underneath, and low enough in the top to make her cleavage pop. She’d caught herself staring at her reflection, imagining how some of the sisters at school would react if they saw her now… The other partygoers had loved it, though.

One of the things she’d found most fascinating about Spooktoberfest was the annual Hidden House. Every year, there were all the normal mazes, sure… But there was also one that wasn’t on the map, that didn’t get advertised. There were clues hidden around the park, subtle things that could lead you to it… If you knew what to look for.

Usually, people would spend the first week or two it was open posting pictures of things that seemed odd and out of place, while the community online tried to decipher them and work out what they might mean, until, finally, they found it, and showed it off in detail. This year, however, the park had made an official statement, claiming they weren’t going to be having one this, due to safety concerns, and how few people had found it the past couple years, making it more trouble to put up, and staff, than it was worth.

Of course, on the forums, people were poring over the message instantly, finding what appeared to be a coded message, asking attendants not to spoil the location, if they found it, or any of the clues. There had been a few letters left over, too, that seemed special, in some way, but that didn’t make any sense… Unless you changed the order of them, in which case, they spelled rabbit.

The rock – barely more than a pebble, really – she’d found wasn’t exactly a rabbit, though, if she squinted, it had the same, general shape as one, if she squinted. She’d been searching everywhere for anything else rabbit related, and saw only a stuffed rabbit at one of the carnival games. Byron had won it for her, and she’d requested it specifically, expecting the worker to say something to point them in the right direction.

“Thanks for playing,” the teenager working it had grunted, wandering off to to next customer. Gwenn had insisted they stick around, searching the booth as inconspicuously as she could, and still found nothing.

But now… Now she knew why. She’d been wrong all along; that rabbit had been a decoy, or a normal prize they’d forgotten to take down when Spooktoberfest began. This had to be the real clue.

“What’s it?” Byron frowned, squinting in the direction she’d jabbed her finger. “The dirt?”

“No, dummy,” she sighed, leaning over, picking up the rock. “See? It’s a rabbit!”

“It just looks like a rock to me,” he shrugged.

“No, see?” she ran her finger over it. “Here are the ears, and that’s kind of the tail, and…”

“I don’t know,” he said skeptically.

“It is,” she declared, shoving her hands into her pockets. “The house is this way!”

“What if they were telling the truth?” he asked, trailing behind her as she walked further back, further from the lights, and the sounds of the crowd, down a narrow path that seemed like it was meant only for employees. “Surely some other people would have found it by now if they were having it this year, and someone would have said something online… I really don’t know if we’re supposed to be here.”

“Stop being a wuss,” she rolled her eyes. “What’s the worst they could do? Kick us out? The night’s almost over anyway… We’ve been through all the other mazes. If we leave now, we just miss the worst of the parking lot traffic jam.”

“Oof!” he gasped, tripping over an exposed tree root, barely catching himself before he fell on his face. “This isn’t safe… I doubt they’d want anyone to walk through here in the dark, and…”

“Then take out your phone and use the flashlight,” she told him. “But be careful… I don’t want anyone to spot us. It would be so cool if we’re the only people who find it tonight…”

“There’s nothing back here!” Byron sighed. “It’s just going to be some storage shed, or…”

He fell silent as the small wooded patch they were walking through opened up into a clearing, and they saw a large, old-looking building looming over them. The park had done a good job with the facades of the other haunted houses, but this was on a whole other level. “H-How did we not see it from…?” he frowned, turning and pointing back towards the rest of the park, surprised to find that, from here, it couldn’t been seen, either. “Gwenn… I think…”

“The path must have gone downhill slightly or something,” she brushed him off. “Come on, this has to be it.”

The closer they got to it, the less it looked like something that had been constructed for the event… It really did look like an actual house – and a pretty haunted one, at that. Broken shutters clattered in the sudden, chilly wind that had sprung up, shadows moved past windows, and the porch step creaked mightily when Gwenn stepped on it.

“I don’t know if this is safe…” he said.

“It’s fine,” she assured him. “It’s just supposed to look like it isn’t. We didn’t run into a fence or anything on our way out here… If it wasn’t part of the park, we wouldn’t have been able to get to it so easily, and if it’s in the park, they wouldn’t leave some old building that was about to collapse here for anyone to wander into.”

“We didn’t exactly wander…” he pointed out.

Before he could finish, or Gwenn could snap at him for being a chicken, the front door swung open with the squeal of old, rusted metal. She giggled, a chill running down her spine, urging her forward, forcing her boyfriend to keep up with her. As soon as they were inside, the door slammed shut again, making both of them jump, and Gwenn chuckle at herself, knowing she should have expected that.

For a second or two, they were alone in the inky black, just long enough to make Gwenn wonder if she was wrong, and then the candles lining the walls started to spring to life, one by one. Cautiously, she stepped closer to the nearest one, confirming what she’d thought she saw – they were, indeed, real candles, topped with real flame, She blew it out experimentally, and the fire vanished.

“Wow,” she said out loud. “That’s pretty impressive.” How had they pulled that off?

The candle on the other side of the wall went out as well, a moment later, followed by the next pair, and the one after it. Up ahead of them, they could see the hall stretching onwards, each candle that lit up revealing that it was a little longer. “I think we’re supposed to go this way,” she took Byron’s hand, tugging him forward, down the hall.

The candles stopped lighting, finally, although, glancing behind themselves, Gwenn saw the ones there were going out still, seemingly even faster, urging them to keep moving. Past their flickering light, she couldn’t see anything… She knew the front door had to be back there, somewhere, yet all there appeared to be was darkness.

The candles had stopped at the end of the hall, where there was a single door. Gwenn waited a moment to see if it was going to open itself, or if somebody was going to pop out and try to scare them. “Gwenn…” Byron shifted nervously, looking back at the way they’d come, the candles having almost caught up to them.

“What’s wrong?” she teased. “Afraid of the dark?”

Honestly, there was something unsettling about it, even to her… She loved it, the goosebumps it was starting to create up her arms, but it was still weird, creepy in a way none of the other houses had been that night… Of course, it would be far harder to make something like this work when there were a lot of people trying to get through.

She opened the door, stepped into a large room, dimly lit by a few, sparse candles. As soon as they were both through, the flames on the candles roared to life, leaping upwards, towards the ceiling, their warm, orange light replaced with cold, antiseptic white LEDs shining down from the ceiling.

They were in a hospital. Obviously, it was just one room, and only a set, and yet, to Gwenn’s surprise, she really did feel like she’d stepped right into a hospital, certain she could hear the bustle of people outside, hear a distant buzz at the nurse’s station…

“There’s the next door,” Byron pointed. “Let’s just go.”

“We should look around first,” she said. “It took so long to find this place… They’ve really done a good job with it… That looks like a real hospital bed…”

The instruments seemed real, too, or were beeping like they were. There was nobody on the bed, however, not even any blood smeared around, the way she would have expected on this kind of set in a haunted house. It was impressive… But kind of boring.

“What is that?” Gwenn asked, squinting, seeing something unusual on one of the shelves beside the bed.

“It doesn’t matter,” Byron told her, pulling on her hand. “Can we leave?”

As if on cue, the lights started to flicker, coming back much dimmer than before. She heard a yelp from her boyfriend and turned, startled herself to see another person standing there, across the room… Or she she thought at first. They were standing so still, and the light was just faint enough, she couldn’t tell for sure if it was really someone, or a dummy. Whatever it was, it was dressed like a sexy nurse, with a garter belt full of oversized, metal syringes.

The lights flickered again, coming back even darker, the candles’ flames starting to return, low and faint. The nurse appeared to be a little closer to them as well. “We’re going,” Byron declared, yanking her through the door.

The next room was lit the same, with dying lightbulbs, and faint candles. It looked completely different, however, although it did make her suspect she’d been right about what she’d seen on that shelf, even if the size of the thing was still odd. They were in a nursery, an old-fashioned one, with a large, wooden rocking horse, some alphabet blocks scattered around the floor, a changing table… And a nanny, standing to one side, staring, wearing a rubber, or perhaps latex, apron and gloves. Like the nurse, Gwenn couldn’t tell if it was an actress or a prop.

“The door is this way,” Byron said, tugging her onwards.

“We haven’t even…” she whined, until the lights flickered again. The ones overhead were almost completely out, the candles mostly returned to full life. There was a soft, repeated creak, one she recognized as the rocking horse starting to live up to its name only when she saw it moving, while trying to take in as much of the set dressing as she could, certain the blocks had to spell out something sinister.

The nanny had definitely moved, was much closer, though, thanks to the fainter light, still not discernible as alive or not, which made it all the more creepy. She could tell it was either a very good model, or someone quite skilled at standing perfectly motionless.

Byron tripped again, this time over a cast aside teddy bear, this time almost taking Gwenn down with him. As they straightened themselves, they both heard a shuffling, turned as the lights died completely, the candles roaring to full life, to see the nanny definitely much closer, a large, wooden hairbrush in her hands now.

Byron pulled Gwenn out of the room, into the next. It was much simpler than the others, filled simply with rows of huge cribs. Even in the candle light, it was obvious they were mostly all occupied, except a pair right in the front… And that those occupants were real people, the first they’d seen here for sure. Gwenn stepped closer, frowning, wrinkling her nose as a sour scent hit her, like stale ammonia, mixed with the slight sweetness of baby powder…

“I think they really have them wearing diapers,” she mused, feeling sorry for the poor actors who had been suckered into doing this all month, for a house barely anyone had probably gone through.

“Gwenn…” Byron yanked on her hand, making her turn back towards him, then in the other direction, following his panicked gaze. In the doorway they’d just come through, the nurse and the nanny were standing, grins plastered across faces that still could have been either alive or not, in Gwenn’s mind. “I don’t see any other door,” he shook his head. “I-I don’t…”

The candles blew out, all at once, and there was a shuffling sound, before the two of them were pulled apart in the ensuing darkness.

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“This is dumb,” Byron sighed, looking down at his little sister, Callie, standing there in her fluffy princess dress and her trick or treat bag bashfully. “This is your thing, Callie… I’m not going to do it for you.”

“B-But…” she pouted, stomping her tiny foot. She really could be a brat sometimes… He loved her, of course, though he was glad he was off at college most of the year, so he didn’t have to deal with her constantly.

And yet, he’d still gotten stuck here, now, leading her around the neighborhood on Halloween night, when he could be going to a party, or doing… Well, just about anything. And she wouldn’t even do the very basics of what they were out here to do. All he was asking was that she knock on the door herself, say the words herself…

“If you can’t even do this on your own, maybe you’re too big of a baby for Halloween,” he shrugged.

“I’m not a baby!” she whined.

“Then prove it,” he said, gesturing to the door.

“Why do we hafta start here?” she asked. “A witch lives here!”

“There’s no such thing as witches,” he rolled his eyes. “Let’s go, Callie… Or I’m cancelling trick or treating.”

“Nooo!” she sniffled.

“Yes,” he answered. “Right now, before I count to three… One… Two…”

He paused, shivering as he felt… something. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly. It was almost like a prick, at first, and then a wave of coolness that washed over his body.

“You do it for me!” she insisted.

And, to his surprise, he found himself obeying. His feet shuffled forwards, up onto the porch, his hand reaching up and pounding on the door. The woman who answered didn’t look like a witch… She was young, about his age, and looked pretty hot in her sexy nurse costume. There was something about her that seemed familiar, yet he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He would have liked to come up with some smooth line, something cool… Instead, when he opened his mouth, all that came out was all that he’d wanted his sister to say. “Trick or treat!”

“But you aren’t even wearing a costume,” she shook her head. “That won’t do… Now, what would be right for you..? Oh, I know…” She snapped her fingers, and, suddenly, Byron wasn’t in his jeans and black t-shirt anymore… He was wearing a pink, ruffly dress, much like the one Callie had one. His was much shorter, short enough to show off the thick baby diaper he was wearing, one that, other than being big enough to fit him, looked just like the ones Callie had gotten out of not that long ago.

His face turned the same color as his dress as he tugged at it, hardly able to believe what was happening, that he was wearing it. From behind him, he could heard Callie giggling. “Isn’t he cute?” the nurse asked her, bending down.

“He’s wearing a diaper!” she pointed out happily.

“Yes, he is… That means he’s the baby of the family now, doesn’t it? And, since you’re the older sister now, he has to do anything you say.”

“Anything?” Callie’s eyes lit up, turning towards him with an evil smile. “Even… Poop your pants?”

To Byron’s horror, he felt his knees bend, his stomach begin to push, a mushy mess start oozing out into his diaper, ignoring all attempts to stop it. “Gross!” Callie declared, giggling.

“If it starts to wear off, you can just give him more,” the nurse told her, pulling one of the old fashioned, metal syringes from her garter and slipping it into Callie’s treat bag. “You can always come back for more, too, anytime…”

“Callie, you…” Byron gulped.

“Shush!” Callie ordered, and her brother had no choice but to obey. “Come on, you have lots of trick or treating to do… We’re not going home until I have all the candy I want!”

Helplessly he trudged after her, back across the nurse’s lawn, seeing one of the syringes lying in the grass, about where he’d been when she had told him to trick or treat, and he’d felt that weird sensation… He could only hope Callie got tired of this quick… He really didn’t want to spend the rest of his life as his bratty baby sister’s slave…

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“Oh, my God, are you serious?” Gwenn laughed, pulling Moira around in front of her. “You did!” she declared, not caring how many of the people streaming out from the theater around them heard.

“Stop it,” her friend blushed, squirming. “I-It isn’t funny…”

“Yes, it is!” Gwenn shook her head. “You got so scared, you wet yourself! How is that not funny? You’re such a baby…”

“I told you, I don’t like scary movies!” Moira crossed her arms. “We weren’t supposed to be here anyway, you…”

“No,” a familiar voice boomed from behind them, “you aren’t.”

Gwenn turned, a feeling of panic hitting her, even though, of course, it had been years since she’d had to really care what a nun thought of her… Although, as she glanced down at herself, and realized she was in her Halloween costume for that year, it was hard not to care a little.

“We’re adults now, Sister,” Gwenn rolled her eyes. “We can go see any movie we want.”

“That’s enough out of you,” the woman snapped. “I suppose you think it’s funny, mocking us with…” she waved her hand at Gwenn’s clothes. “You always were a trouble-maker, and I can see that hasn’t changed.”

“Hey!” Gwenn gasped as the nun grabbed her by the ear, twisting, pulling her down the hall. “What are you doing?! You can’t treat me this way! I don’t go to your stupid school anymore!”

“No, you don’t,” the woman agreed, shoving her into the back seat of her car. “Your parents would never listen when I recommended this to them, but you’re old enough now, I don’t need their permission… I’m taking you to the special school.”

Gwenn’s blood ran cold; she’d heard stories of it, of course, and always assumed they were nothing more than that. A boarding school, even stricter than her high school, where the students weren’t even allowed to go home for the holidays, spending the whole year under the thumb of the tyrannical teachers… “I-I’m in college now,” she whined. “Y-You can’t…”

“We’ll see about that,” the nun smirked. And, sure enough, there seemed to be little trouble, pulling her into the ominous school building, none of the students or teachers paying any attention to Gwenn’s pleas for help as she was paraded in, tossed into a room with a tall woman, wearing a long, rubber apron and gloves.

“Well, well,” she shook her head. “I hear you think it’s funny, making people wet themselves… We’ll see how you feel about that after you’ve spent so long in diapers, you forget how to keep your own pants dry.”

“N-No, there’s been a mistake,” Gwenn swallowed, trying to back away as the woman advanced, picking up a very heavy looking wooden hairbrush as she advanced.

“Look at that,” the nanny smirked, pointing at Gwenn’s crotch with the hairbrush, the girl blushing furiously as she saw the amber rivulets streaming down her inner thighs, feeling their wetness only now, once she’d seen them. “I guess you already have… Or maybe you aren’t as brave as you think you are. No matter… A few months – or years – in diapers will still do you a world of good.”

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The pair squirmed in their cribs, their minds lost in their own, private worlds, surrounded by rows of other people in the same position. Quietly, outside, the clock struck midnight, putting an official end to Halloween, and Spooktoberfest. As the last few, lingering guests at the park were ushered out, and the lights were turned out, the house began to fade away, taking all its occupants with it, trapped in their mental punishments until – and unless – someone could come find them, wherever the house appeared next year, and get them out… If they didn’t end up captured themselves.

 

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The Costume’s Curse

“Don’t you think it’s a little… short?” Kay asked sceptically.

“Of course it is,” Amber rolled her eyes, giving a spin, seeing her roommate’s cheeks light up as she flashed her underwear. “That’s the point!”

To be fair, it was even shorter than she normally would have chosen, but there had been something about it that had drawn her to it. “You’re only young once,” she reminded her roomie. “It would be a shame to waste it!”

“I guess,” Kay shrugged.

Amber had been feeling a little self-conscious about her body lately… She hadn’t really been putting on weight or anything, but she was getting older, and she knew, at some point, she was going to have to start wearing costumes that were maybe a little more conservative, and less slutty. She’d thought this might be the year for the switch… Then, she’d seen this one, and tried it on, she couldn’t help herself.

Somehow, French maid was something she’d never done before, despite how traditional it was. Some might even consider it a bit boring… Until they saw her in it. She wasn’t sure where that confidence was coming from, after spending most of the year, after last Halloween, worried that she’d already been too old then for the sexy cat costume she’d worn… She didn’t feel any of that now. It was just like it had been a few years ago, when she thought she’d be young, and could wear whatever she wanted, forever.

At the party, she found herself gravitating towards the younger part of the crowd, the college students, a lot of whom were dressed similarly to her. Kay, and the rest of her normal friends, weren’t much older, though, in the moment, they practically seemed ancient… Amber didn’t fit in with them at all.

“Wow, this place is so dusty,” she giggled, playfully sashaying around to the shelves, bending over, grinning as she heard the catcalls from some tipsy college boys as she showed off her carefully chosen black, lace panties while she dusted. “It’s a good thing I’m here!” she declared.

She could hardly believe she’d wanted to stop dressing like this for Halloween… She loved to be the center of attention, after her time in high school of feeling so small, and mousy, coming up with cute and clever costumes because she was too scared of wearing the ones she found in the stores, certain she’d look silly in them compared to the models on the package, or her classmates. She hadn’t had that long to enjoy it… Why would she give it up already?!

“I sure hope I do a good enough job,” she said, holding a finger up to her bottom lip in faux thought. “I’d hate to be punished!”

“Uh, sweetie?” one of the girls walked over to her, taking her feather duster and setting it down on the shelves. “Maybe you should calm down a little. I know this is exciting, but you don’t want to be too…”

“Too what?!” Amber demanded, knowing jealousy when she saw it. “Too hot? Is your boyfriend staring at me more than you? Is..?” She frowned, feeling something change, although she couldn’t quite place what. She glanced down at herself, eyes widening. “I-Is everyone staring at me?” she asked quietly.

 

Halloween Pranks

Lara was more… subtle… the rest of the year, but Halloween was her night to really embrace her heritage, and her talents, and go all out. And why not? The kiddies who were out then, instead of just going to parking lots for trunk or treats, or walking through the mall, were probably looking for a scare, which she was more than willing to hand out.

It wasn’t that much different from what she’d heard young humans did on this night. They might use eggs and toilet paper, while she used magic, but the end result, of playing a few little pranks, was about the same. And they were harmless, mostly, and either easier to clean up than what teenagers did, or utterly impossible to reverse without the victim having a bit of magic themselves. In those cases, though, usually by the end of the night, she made them forget how things used to be, so they wouldn’t have to worry about it.

That was only for very special targets, ones who really annoyed her for one reason or another. There tended to be at least one per Halloween, sometimes two or three, although generally, if there were that many, they were part of a group. And they always deserved it… In her eyes, anyway.

Of course, that was just for the ones she affected permanently… The ones she scared were usually the ones who looked the most weak, the easiest to spook, since they gave her the best reactions. And this year’s crop was especially juicy.

She’d gotten a little lazy with this year’s costume… She didn’t know any witches with green skin, or who kept warts around, rather than zapping them away with their magic, but that was how a lot of people still thought of her kind, so, most years, she’d indulge, buying some cheap make-up, going all the way… This year, however, she decided against it. The costume was good enough. There was no mistaking it for anything else… Between the black dress, with shimmering spider-webs stamped onto one corner of it, and the tall, pointed, black hat, everyone would know she was a witch… Though, they’d assume it was only a costume.

As a witch, she aged differently than humans… She looked the same age, but was definitely far older than the girls she’d seen out and about the year before, wearing barely anything, yet getting so much attention… She didn’t want to say she was jealous of them, although she couldn’t exactly deny it, either. None of them had painted their faces. She knew that wasn’t the main reason all the boys their age were ogling them; it was a start, however. She didn’t want to completely change her tradition in a single year, after all.

So, she got dressed up, grabbed her broom, and headed out. Without the make-up, she did feel a bit more vulnerable… And, to her annoyance, she didn’t turn the heads of any of the teens as she sashayed past; compared to the other, mortal, girls there, she looked practically frumpy in her costume.

That wasn’t why she was doing this, though, and, as if to prove it to herself, she put a curse on the boys in that first group of teens so that, whenever they leered at their female companions, they’d see, instead, the scariest demon they could imagine. It didn’t take long at all, as she watched them all walking down the dark sidewalk, for her to hear their shrieks of terror, and see the boys run off.

They didn’t really deserve it, she knew… But that had almost made it more fun. Her next victim really didn’t… She was too young to be out so late, so young she had a teddy bear with her that had nothing to do with her costume, just for comfort as she toddled along… She should have felt bad, casting the spell, making the bear come to life in the girl’s arms, watching the girl freak out, seeing the wet spot appear on her pants, hearing the girl’s parents scold her, talking about how they’d thought she was finally ready to be out of diapers, and now she was leaking… And yet, it was all simply too funny to regret.

The Twins – Chapter 10

“Emily!” Natalie snapped. “Are you going to just leave it up to me? I need an answer, young lady.”

“I-I know,” Emily squirmed in her car seat, blushing, wishing she could put her sister in this position and see how snappy she was at making decisions. If only she’d been a little quicker to grab that syringe, back in the restaurant… Or, she supposed, if she hadn’t tried to take it at all, that would have worked, too. But how could she have resisted it? It was a golden opportunity, right within her grasp, and stupid Natalie wasn’t cooperating… She hadn’t had a choice, really.

And now, she was still suffering the consequences of it, and would be for a long time. There was nothing she could do about that, not unless she could convince Natalie – who appeared to be happy with this arrangement – to start concentrating on the cure, instead of refining this drug. Whatever she decided now was probably going to be her life for the forseeable future.

“Emily, do you want me to decide for you?” Natalie asked. “It doesn’t make any difference to me… They’re both on my way.”

“No, I can do it,” Emily pouted, wanting to feel like she still had some measure of control over her life.

“Then do it,” Natalie replied. “We’ll be at the first one before long, and if I drive by it without hearing anything, I’m not turning back.”

It was difficult to see out the window from her car seat, though, with some squirming, she was able to catch a glimpse of the road, and saw that it did, indeed, look familiar. She’d driven down it herself a thousand times, probably, to go take care of littles, or to check in and see how the workers were doing… She was used to it, knew the ins and outs… She knew she’d designed it to prevent any escapes, since littles tended to be slippery, and restless, and loved to try to run away.

The new one was up to those standards as well, of course. Whether it had maintained them after opening, she was less certain, but she wouldn’t have approved the plans if that hadn’t been the case. And, as she’d thought before, she was more likely to find a worker who recognized her, and would consider helping her, at the old location.

“We’re almost there,” Natalie warned. “Just another stoplight, and…”

“Fine!” Emily exclaimed, immediately second-guessing herself as soon as it was out.

“Fine, that’s what you want?” Natalie asked, looking into the rear-view mirror at her sister’s face. Emily nodded, starting to suck unconsciously, noticing only when she saw herself in the reflection that her thumb was in her mouth. How long had it been there?! She pulled it out disgustedly, though, as she felt Natalie’s car roll over the familiar speedbumps in the parking lot, it drifted back into place.

“I’m not going to hear any whining about how you changed your mind,” Natalie said, in what sounded, at first, like a threat; a moment later, Emily realized it was a promise, that she didn’t intend on hearing anything at all from her sister as she tugged her thumb out of her mouth and replaced it with a pacifier, twisting the ring and inflating it, silencing the shrunken woman. “You chose this,” Natalie reminded her, helping her out of the seat, carrying her on her hip, hand on Emily’s padded bottom. “And you made this place… Everything that happens here is your fault.”

That was an ominous way to start things off, Emily thought, fidgeting as she was hauled inside, getting a bounce every few steps, while she looked around at the other littles being led to the front door to be signed in. In her mind, they all looked familiar… Of course all littles looked pretty similar to an Amazon, just tiny bundles of cuteness who needed to be looked after in every way possible.

There was no doubt in Emily’s mind she knew the receptionist, however. Amber had been there since the beginning; Emily had hired her because she was scared by the woman, so she knew the littles would be, too, and wouldn’t dare try to escape past her watchful eye. If they did, they didn’t make the same mistake twice…

Emily gulped, getting a glimpse at the woman’s face, then turning, burying her own in Natalie’s side. She’d wanted to come here for the familiar faces, and the chance they might be on her side… But she didn’t want to find out if Amber was a potential ally or not. If she wasn’t, she likely wasn’t going anywhere… And she really didn’t want her, of all people, to see her like this.

“Boss-lady?” Emily froze, hearing her nickname, positive her cover was blown already. “Did you change your hair again?”

“Hmm?” Natalie tilted her head, confused. “No, I phoned earlier and said I might be dropping someone off here. I’m Nata…”

“Yes, I have you,” Amber cut her off. “I’m sorry, I know you said you were her sister, but I didn’t expect… You look so much like her!”

“Well, we are twins,” Natalie chuckled, bouncing Emily on her hip.

“I had no idea,” Amber said. “Are you sure you don’t want me to call her and see if she wants to give you a family discount, or..?”

“No, no,” Natalie shook her head. “I’m happy to support her business, now that I have a little one of my own.”

“That’s sweet of you,” Amber smiled. “I just need you to sign a few forms first. They’re standard daycare disclaimbers, saying you’re allowing us to look after your little one however we see fit. There’s a space for any dietary restrictions, or any punishments you’d prefer to keep off the table.”

Emily’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth, fumbling with her pacifier, then batting at Natalie’s side, while her sister bent over to sign the papers. Blushing, knowing she might be showing her face to the receptionist, she twisted, trying to push Nat’s pen away from the signature box, back up to the punishment exclusions, wanting to tell her what to write.

“Oh, looks like someone’s awake!” Amber grinned, reaching out and tickling Emily’s tummy. “Keep your hands away, cutie, your Mommy is busy.”

Emily turned her face away, pointing at the big, empty box. Originally, she’d had a list of punishments there instead, and parents could cross out the ones they disapproved of… It was a huge mess, trying to keep track of what they could do to which little, and the really soft caretakers would rule out everything, allowing their brats to run free with no real consequences.

Emily had come up with the idea to turn it into a blank slate. If there was something the parents didn’t like being done to their little, they would write that down… Otherwise, without knowing the options, they typically didn’t know what to put, and didn’t bother, and it was so much easier for the workers… Emily, however, knew everything that could go in that box, remembered the whole list she’d taken out of it by heart, and wanted nothing more than to tell Natalie to put them all down.

Tears began to trickle down her cheeks in frustration. “Emily, sweetie, you have to stay still,” Natalie scolded. “I’m writing.”

“Here,” Amber offered, reaching up and picking up her former employer, setting her on her lap and bouncing her there in her diaper. “I’ll hold her while you finish up.”

Holding would have been bad enough… Emily’s cheeks burned as she felt the receptionist tug at the back of her diaper, then poke in through the legholes, checking her like a real baby. “Why are you so fussy?” she asked, when, of course, she found nothing. “Are you hungry?”

Emily shook her head, but Natalie said, “I’m sure that’s it. We went right out the door this morning, so she hasn’t had breakfast.”

“Don’t worry,” Amber gave Emily another bounce. “That tummy of yours will be full in no time.” Emily whimpered, the words making her worry more, knowing what that meant.

“Here you go, I think that’s everything,” Natalie slid the form back across the desk. “I’m sorry, I’m new to all this.”

“That’s perfectly all right,” Amber assured her, picking up the paper, where Emily could see the punishment block was still empty. She tried to read the rest, but Amber was far more used to scanning over the form, setting it down before she could read much of what her sister had written. “How funny,” Amber commented. “This one’s name is Emily, too? Does that get confusing?”

“Not as much as you might think,” Natalie smirked.

“One thing, though… You wrote that she’s being potty trained, but she’s wearing diapers… Are these just for when she’s sleeping? We appreciate you’re using our diapers,” she gave them a pat on Emily’s backside, “I just want to make sure you didn’t check the wrong box.”

“Oh,” Natalie caught Emily’s eye, the smaller woman blushing and squirming. “Those are your diapers? I only picked them because they looked like the biggest and thickest.”

“They are!” Amber nodded. “Emily… Our Emily, of course, not this one,” she bounced Emily again, while she sucked harder and harder on her pacifier, wishing she was anywhere else but here, “designed them herself, for use in our facilities, and our families loved them so much, we’ve started to make them available for purchase in other stores. I’m surprised your sister didn’t tell you! We can get them for you cheaper if you buy them straight from us, though, even without any kind of family discount. We have some subscription plans… Here, I’ll just give you the brochure.”

“That is so useful,” Natalie grinned, reaching over, forcing Emily to look at her. “Isn’t it, sweetie?” Emily nodded sheepishly. “To answer your question, though, I am trying to potty train her. I had her in trainers yesterday, but we had a little… incident.”

“Ah,” Amber nodded, and, from the amusement in her voice, Emily knew another box her sister had checked on the form, tattling on her for what she’d done in the theater. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep an eye on her… It won’t happen here. It’s usually the boys who have a problem with that, but we’ve had out share of naughty girls, too.”

Emily whined behind her pacifier; that was on her record now. Any of the workers who looked her up for any reason – to see her food preferences, or check for which punishments they were allowed to use – would see that, think she was one of those littles who loved her padding a bit too much. She shook her head, trying to silently deny it.

“Aww, it’s all right,” Amber gave her a cuddle. “It just means you know your place, sweetie… Better that than you trying to get your diapers off, but we don’t allow either here. Maybe if you’re really good, your Mommy will let you do it again sometime.” Emily shook her head, harder, wanting to make it known she didn’t want that. “I’m sorry,” Amber apologized, though not to Emily. “I may have overstepped my bounds there… A lot of parents do like to make that an award. I know it can be hard to think of your little being mature enough to do that… It does motivate some of them to behave themselves, however, knowing it’s the only way they’ll be allowed to do it.”

“We’ll see,” Natalie shrugged. “I don’t see it being an issue for a while… I know it looks like she’s acclimated pretty well, but once she stops being shy, she’s a little terror.”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” Amber assured her. “Give her some time here, and we’ll cure that.”

Emily gulped, hoping that didn’t wind up being the case, that she was able to maintain some of her adulthood… And worried, being so familiar with the procedures here, she wouldn’t.

“Looks like that’s it,” Amber said. “I’ll let you say goodbye…. I’ve hogged her long enough.”

She handed Emily back to Natalie, who gave her a big hug, and a cheerful, “I’ll see you this afternoon, sweetie!” before setting her down on the other side of the gate that led into the main daycare, the latch far above Emily’s head, and too strong for her tiny hands to open on their own anyway.

“Now, then,” Amber started to turn towards her, “let me get a good look at you, cutie. I’m curious what the boss-lady’s niece looks like.” Before she could, someone else walked in the door, leading her to tell Emily to, “Stay right there for a minute.”

Emily didn’t obey. After Amber and Natalie’s little talk, she didn’t want to be recognized, not by her, and she knew the real reason Amber wanted her to stay, so she turned and toddled away as fast as her tiny legs, and the massive padding between them, would allow, waddling into the main room, and almost straight into the legs of someone else.

“Whoa, there!” the woman chuckled, catching Emily as she nearly lost her balance and fell after her sudden stop, scooping the girl up into her arms. “You’re new here, aren’t you? Hi, there! My name is Miss Kiera! What’s yours?”

With a hiss, she did what Emily had fought so hard to accomplish herself, removing the pacifier in a split second, like it was no big deal. “E-Emily,” she gulped, barely daring to look up at the woman’s face. The name wasn’t familiar, nor was the voice, but she was still anxious Kiera would somehow know her on sight.

“Nice to meet you, Emily,” Kiera told her, catching her eye, giving no sign Emily was anything more than one of her normal charges. Once the initial panic wore off, and Emily decided she truly hadn’t met her before, she realized Kiera was a ‘tweener; in the moment, she’d seemed as big and strong as any Amazon, certainly enough so to do whatever she liked with Emily.

That was probably why Emily hadn’t run into her, though… Betweeners rarely lasted long here. Emily hadn’t made a rule against hiring them, but it felt like so many of the ones who applied belonged in diapers themselves, so it usually wasn’t worth the trouble of hiring them and training them, only to discover they weren’t anywhere near mature enough to take care of their own needs, much less their charges’.

“Where’s your bracelet, Emmy?” Kiera asked, phone already in her hand. “You’re really new, aren’t you?”

“I-I don’t need it,” Emily told her.

“Of course you do,” Kiera chuckled, carrying her back out to the reception area. “Don’t worry, you can choose your color! I bet you want pink, don’t you?”

“There she is!” Amber shook her head. “Thanks, Ki.”

“No problem!” Kiera smiled. “Now, what color do you want, sweetie?”

“I don’t want any,” Emily pouted.

“Someone’s grumpy,” Kiera jostled her a bit. “I think pink will be good.”

“She hasn’t had breakfast yet,” Amber said. “And she’s new. Hold your wrist out, Emily.”

“No!” Emily shook her head.

“Emily!” Amber snapped, the sweet demeanor she used for the parents melting away, revealing the harshness she reserved for any kids who dared come near her area when she was trying to work. “You give me your wrist right now, or you’ll be starting your time out here with a punishment!”

Reluctantly, Emily held out her hand, wincing as she heard the snap as the soft, plastic bracelet was fastened in place. Like so many things, it was designed so an Amazon could remove it with no problem, but she couldn’t. Her name was written on it, in a font that was designed to look like it had been written with crayon, as if she’d done it herself, along with a barcode the workers could scan to instantly pull up her records, which Emily could see Amber was in the middle of enterring into the computer, officially making her a client here, rather than the owner.

“Is that hers?” Kiera asked, and Amber nodded. “Anything I should know before I take her in, then?”

“I’m not hungry,” Emily squeaked.

“She’s the big boss’s niece,” Amber told Kiera. “I have a feeling this is some kind of test.”

“That seems like something she would do,” Kiera shrugged, as if she’d even been around long enough to know. Emily grumbled, but didn’t dare say anything. “So, should we take it easy on her?”

“No, no,” Amber shook her head. “I think it’s the opposite… I think she wants to see how good we are at taming a brat like this.”

“Oh,” Kiera chuckled. “Well, that’ll be easy. Come on, Emmy, let’s get some breakfast in you.”

“No, I’m not hungry!” Emily whined as she was carried away, her protests totally ignored as she was taken to the dining room. There were a few low tables, where some of the ‘bigger’ kids were munching away, but Kiera didn’t even bother with those; she took Emily right to a high chair, strapping her in and sliding the tray into place.

“Mmm,” Kiera pretended to sniff the huge bowl before setting it down, tying a bib around Emily’s neck. “Smells yummy!”

“No, it doesn’t,” Emily shook her head, wrinkling her nose, glancing down at the gray slop, flecked with purple, inside. She knew just what it was – oatmeal with prunes – and exactly what it was meant to do. “I told you, I’m not hungry!”

“You have to eat breakfast, sweetie,” Kiera told her. “Don’t you want to grow up big and strong?”

Emily blushed, knowing she’d already done that, only wind up back here anyway. “I don’t want it,” she complained. “C-Can’t I have an apple instead?”

“Let me see,” Kiera pulled her phone out again, scanning Emily’s wristband. “Sorry, Emmy, apples are only for kids who can’t have our oatmeal. I don’t see anything that says you can’t eat this, so…”

“I don’t wanna eat it!” Emily squirmed in her seat. “I…”

“Emily, you have to eat your breakfast,” Kiera told her, gently yet firmly. “I can check with Mrs. Amber to double-check, but she didn’t mention you couldn’t have it, either. So, you can either be a good girl and start eating, or, if I come back and find out there’s no reason you can’t have it, and you haven’t started… Well, I’ll have to handle it myself.”

Emily swallowed, watching the girl go, before she could try to say anything. She looked up and down the row of high chairs, stomach twisting at the sight of all those babies, eating, or being fed, oatmeal, the same she had in the bowl in front of her. How many times had she stood in front of these chairs, helped with feeding the kids? Just one day earlier, she’d been at another location, watching the kids try her baby food brand, many in high chairs, just like this one… And now, she was on the other side, securely strapped in place, no different than the rest of the babies…

She really didn’t want the oatmeal, but it was pretty obvious she was going to have to eat it, one way or the other. She’d seen the form, after all… Natalie hadn’t written anything down in the food section. Kiera seemed nice enough… Maybe she could convicne her to take it easy on her, to give her something, anything, else, when she came back… Or, more likely, once she returned, she’d feed Emily every scrap of the stuff in the bowl.

At least if Emily did it herself, she could get away with eating a little less than that… She didn’t want to look like a messy baby, though the more she dropped onto her bib, or onto the tray of her chair, the less she’d have to gag down… Unless Kiera suspected she was faking, and gave her a whole second bowl. To add insult to injury, Kiera had ‘forgotten’ to leave her a spoon, so she’d have to do it all with her hands, too, which would make it easier to sell the idea it wasn’t her fault she’d gotten it everywhere, but more humiliating to do at all at the same time.

She tugged at the tray, trying to yank it off, like she could have with ease a day ago… Now, it clearly wasn’t an option. No, all she could do now was…

Feed herself with her hands, and try to get away with eating as little as possible,

Or wait it out and try to reason with Kiera, knowing she might end up getting force-fed the whole bowl.

 

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The Importance of Rehearsal

“How hard can it be?” Vivi rolled her eyes. “It’s a haunted house… We jump out and say boo. I can handle that.”

“It isn’t quite that sim…” Shay tried to explain.

“How many shows have I been the star of?” Vivi demanded. It was a bit insensitive, really… Shay had spent a long time in her shadow, auditioning to be the lead in show after show, only for Vivi, most often, to get it over her. They were still friends, and Shay knew it was just part of being an actress… Vivi was aware of how much the other girl wanted those roles, though, and how much it stung to lose them time after time. “I can handle a haunted house.”

Even though they’d decided to do this together, as a way to earn a little extra money, Shay almost hoped the people running the house would hear that news, see that Vivi refused to show up for their test runs, and fire her. It would teach her a lesson, at the very least… Like Vivi had said, it couldn’t be that hard; someone else could step in for her in whatever scene they had together.

But the owners were familiar with her from the theater, and willing to put up with her being a diva, apparently. “Just decide on what you want to do with your scene,” they told Shay, “and we can get her sizes from the costumer at the theater. I’m sure she’ll fit right in when we have her.”

The set was already done, although she was allowed to decide on the set dressing, depending on exactly what she came up with. It was going to be set at a doctor’s office; beyond that, it was up to her, unless the owners hated what she came up with. There were quite a few possibilities with that set-up… But she decided, without her partner there to stop her, on something a little different.

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“Wow,” Vivi eyed Shay in her nurse’s uniform, sounding genuinely impressed. “That looks great! What am I wearing?”

“We can actually work with that,” Shay shrugged, gesturing at Vivi’s outfit.

“Really?” Vivi wrinkled her nose, looking at the nice clothes she’d put on. She didn’t really want to spend all night in some dusty old haunted house in those; they’d get dirty! Besides, half the fun of acting was getting to play dress-up as an adult, and it wasn’t fair for Shay to get some sexy costume, and have her stuck in her normal outfit.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine,” Shay reassured her, leading her down the hallway to their room. “If you wanted something else, you should have showed up and rehearsed.”

“Whooo…” Vivi wiggled her fingers. “I’m gonna get you! There, I’m all rehearsed.”

“Well,” Shay smirked, “that isn’t quite it… But don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll catch on… You’re a natural, after all. And don’t worry… You’re still the star. Everyone is going to remember you.”

From Mommy to Baby

“Oh, I’m sorry… Am I boring you?”

Amelia turned to look at her mother, splayed out across her lap, finding it hard to believe the woman still hadn’t noticed. The longer she waited, the more funny it was… But, to be honest, it was starting to get a little old. Was it time now?

It had all started the previous weekend, when Amelia had stayed out with her friends, not stumbling in until nearly four in the morning. She really hadn’t thought anything of it… She was an adult now, after all, and they hadn’t discussed curfew for years, although that may have been because most of Amelia’s friends were good girls, who would never dream of keeping her out that late anyway… Or letting her drink.

That wasn’t even a big deal, in Amelia’s mind; she was old enough, in the eyes of the law, to have as much alcohol as she wanted. She usually just snuck a cup, at most two, at parties now and then, but this time, her new friends had decided it was time for her to see what it was like to be well and truly drunk.

Her mother had been less than thrilled. There had been the usual lecture, or, at least, the start of it, before the hungover Amelia did what she should have done years ago. “Just chill out,” she’d rolled her eyes, cutting her mother off. “I’m fine, everyone else is fine… I’m not a baby anymore.”

Of course, that had set off a whole other lecture, which Amelia was also familiar with, about how, as long as Amelia was living under her mother’s roof, she had to follow her rules. The girl didn’t wait for it to end, simply got up and walked off to her room to lie back down, locking the door behind her.

What happened next was, really, pure luck. If she hadn’t befriended their new neighbour, Brixley – who had been one of the girls with her that night, giving her drinks – who just happened to be the daughter of a woman widely rumored to be a witch, she wouldn’t have gotten any warning, and it might have worked out differently.

‘Just a head’s up,’ Brixley had texted her. ‘Your mom was over, talking to my mom, telling her you were out of control, and asking for something to teach you a lesson.’

‘That’s so ridiculous,’ Amelia had smirked, typing it out. ‘Everyone knows that’s just a dumb story. I can’t believe my mom actually thinks magic is real. She’s so lame!’

There was a long pause before Brixley replied. ‘It might be in your best interest if you did, too,’ she’d said, once she did. ‘Don’t worry, though… I’ve got you covered.’

Amelia still didn’t think anything was going to happen, yet, when her mother called her into the living room when she tried to go out to meet her friends, there was definitely something different. “I know you think I’m treating you like a little girl,” her mother had droned, “but it’s only because that’s how you’re acting. And, since you continue to behave like a spoiled brat, you are grounded, young lady.”

“No,” Amelia had shaken her head. “I’m not. I’m leaving, and…”

“All right, I gave you a chance.” Her mother had sighed, and Amelia felt… something, and, when she glanced down, the shorts and top she’d been wearing were gone, replaced with a short, modest, pink dress, printed with pictures of swans, and a Peter Pan collar, her hair in pigtails. Unfortunately for her mother, that wasn’t all that changed.

A Normal Night – Part 2

Bonnie growled helplessly behind her pacifier, squirming and tugging helplessly on her bonds, refusing to believe this was happening, no matter how long she’d been stuck there. She was The Crimson Comet after all, one of the strongest humans… Well, on the team, anyway.

So many heroes had strength as one of their powers. She hadn’t tested herself against all of them, to see if she was truly the strongest of them all. She hoped so; it seemed like most of the other heroes had other powers, too, that they could do something else on top of being strong. She wouldn’t say she was jealous, exactly… Just that, if all she had was strength, then she thought she ought to be the strongest.

Not that it had done her any good the night before. If she hadn’t been so busy trying to free herself, she’d probably be freaking out over that, at how utterly powerless she’d felt, for the first time in a long time… Since she’d gotten her powers, most likely.

She’d noticed it first, which was the strangest part of it all. Lynn was so observant, usually, able to spot the tiniest change, map out what implications that could have in her mind almost instantly. So, when Bonnie frowned and said, “Did you switch the music?” and the other woman asked what she was talking about, Bonnie had assumed she was mistaken.

But this wasn’t the kind of thing either of them listened to… Lynn didn’t look like she minded, bobbing her head happily as they sat in Bonnie’s crappy old car, watching. The team had sprung for a holographic camouflage projector to make it look like the car was empty during the stake-out, so they could stay in their costumes, rather than finding somewhere to change when – or if – anything happened, and change the look of the car so it couldn’t be traced back to its real owner. If this tip paid off, and they uncovered some particularly nefarious plot, perhaps the team would get them a new vehicle, one only for superhero business, one that had been made in the past fifteen years, with a working air conditioner, preferably.

“Are you sure?” Bonnie tried again. “I don’t recognize this… Hey, what are you doing?!”

She’d barely had time to process what she’d seen, to say something. Lynn had turned, deliberately pressing the button to unlock the doors, before going back to dancing in her seat to the music. “Sage?” Bonnie wrinkled her forehead, a bad feeling washing over her.

Sure enough, a moment later, Lynn’s door opened, a pair of black latex-gloved hands reaching in, yanking the smaller woman out. “Lynn!” Bonnie shouted, out of instinct, immediately clamping her own hand over her mouth, knowing, if the team decided to review the tapes from the recorder that had also been installed in her car with the projector, she’d be docked a few points from her performance review for using her partner’s real name.

She couldn’t worry about points now, however… She had to help her friend! She opened her own door, hopping out of the car, looking for Lynn, who was already nowhere to be found. Instead, she discovered a pair of identical women, looking quite stern, wearing elbow-length black gloves, and matching black aprons over white nurse’s uniforms. The aprons covered so much of the clothes, the only way she could tell for sure what they were was the hat perched on top of their heads.

“Hey!” she glared at them. “What did you do with…?!”

“It appears she was unaffected,” one of the nurses said. “Switching to plan B.” Her voice was strange, very measured and even. Bonnie wasn’t certain she’d call it robotic, exactly, unless it was a very advanced robot, which was possible. The other alternative was brainwashing. Either way, she didn’t expect to get out of this without a fight… And, after how long she’d been cooped up in the car, doing nothing, she was fine with that.

Lynn usually came up with their in-battle puns, since she typically had more time for that, while Bonnie was throwing and dodging punches. In the moment, the best Bonnie could come up with was, “How’s this for a plan B?” as she took aim at the closest nurse, her trademark red gloves streaking towards the woman’s face, like a comet preparing to crater into the surface of the moon.

She didn’t make impact, however. The nurse spun out of the way, reaching into the pocket of her apron, spinning out of the way. Bonnie felt the cool, night air against her hand, and, to her surprise, her glove fell off, sliced neatly in half, the nurse smiling as she slipped a pair of medical scissors back into her apron.

“Fine,” Bonnie shrugged. “Do you think I got my powers from that? Can’t wait to show you… Hey!”

Before she could even finish her threat, the other nurse appeared, clamping something shut around Bonnie’s bare wrist. Right away, Bonnie felt herself growing weaker, her strength sapping as her skin came in contact with her one weakness – Toprium. “H-Hey…” she shook her head groggily, reaching over with her other hand, grabbing at the pink cuff the nurse had locked around her wrist. “That’s cheating…”

The lock wasn’t that big, or heavy… She could probably still snap it in two, get the Toprium-lined cuff off her so she’d at least be strong enough to escape, and recover… If the nurses hadn’t grabbed her other hand, one pulling her glove up far enough for the other to slap on another cuff, taking her time to slide it the rest of the way down while Bonnie groaned, uselessly pawing at the first lock, giving it a squeeze despite the knowledge she didn’t have a chance of breaking it now.

“Let me… go…” she demanded, head spinning as the nurses led her into the building they’d been watching all night, to no avail. They’d stripped her, giving her only a big, puffy, pink diaper and a pacifier gag to silence her begging them to stop to wear, put cuffs around her ankles, too, then restrained her to this ridiculous rocking horse. If not for the Toprium, she could have smashed that thing with her pinkie… Now, she was trapped, rocking back and forth with every weak attempt to get away.

It was all right, she tried to tell herself. Lynn was going to think up a way to save her… That was what she did. But it had been so long, and her bladder was ready to burst, and she just couldn’t help trying to snap the pathetic chains they’d put on her, ones that would have been barely even a joke to her normally, while she waited, praying nothing had happened to her friend to keep her from showing up to undo all this.

Don’t Forget the Cookies

“Oh, and don’t forget to help her sell her cookies,” Ms. Roberts added.

“Cookies?” Nina frowned, looking down at the list of notes she’d made on her phone as the woman took her through her daughter’s entire daily routine, even though she was only going to be there a couple hours. “You told me not to give her too many cookies, but I don’t have anything about…”

“That’s because I’m telling you now,” the woman fixed her with an annoyed glare, one the college student knew was probably more directed at herself, for not having thought to mention it before, than at Nina, although it was hard not to feel the opposite as Ms. Roberts’s eyes drilled into her. “Avery has always been the best in her troop, and we aren’t going to let that end now, are we?”

“I-I… guess not?” Nina shrugged. “I mean, I was never a Girl Scout myself, so I don’t really know…”

“It’s just like selling anything else,” Ms. Roberts shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

And, perhaps she would have, had she remembered. Compared to the list of her charge’s allergies, and which subjects she needed the most help with when it came to her homework, and how much time she could have with the TV, and which programs were approved by her mother, selling Girl Scout cookies didn’t seem all that important, and Nina quickly forgot about them altogether. Besides, she thought one afternoon, after scrolling through her notes and seeing the mention of them, down at the very bottom, doing that wasn’t completely up to her. Avery was young enough to need a babysitter, but still old enough that, if the cookie sales were terribly important to her, she could have brought them up herself; instead, she’d never even mentioned them to Nina.

When Ms. Roberts shoved the order form in Nina’s face the next day, and demanded to know, “What is this?!”, the babysitter genuinely had no idea, the paper too close to her eyes for her to focus on the words. “Well?!” Ms. Roberts crossed her arms, nostrils flaring.

“Oh, the cookies!” Nina was finally able to tell, seeing the back of the form now that it wasn’t right in front of her nose.

“Yes, the cookies,” the woman repeated sourly. “I asked you to help Avery with them, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Nina admitted. “I’m sorry, I forgot. I think she did, too, she didn….”

“Don’t you blame this on her!” Ms. Roberts snapped. “You’re the adult here, aren’t you? It’s your responsibility!”

Nina bristled a bit at that, wanting to point out she wasn’t the only adult in the girl’s life, or even the one around her the most. “I’m very sorry,” she said, doing her best to sound sincere. She’d never considered herself a particularly good liar, however, especially when it was about something that seemed so trivial, compared to all the things she thought she was getting right.

“I don’t like that attitude, young lady,” Ms. Roberts informed her. “And I certainly didn’t like being humiliated in front of the other mothers last night when I saw that Avery – the troop’s star performer – was the only one who hadn’t sold a single box yet!”

Nina knew she shouldn’t have said it; as abrasive as Ms. Roberts was, and as much of a brat, unsurprisingly, as her daughter could be, the money was quite good, much better than the other babysitting jobs she’d been able to get that were willing to work around her own class schedule. She just couldn’t help herself, though. “Well, maybe you should have helped her with it… Or she should have taken some initiative and done some herself.”

She regretted it almost immediately, but before she could apologize, Ms. Roberts had grabbed her by the wrist, sat down, and yanked the college girl over her lap. Nina had hardly had time to process what was happening, much less what was about to, when the woman’s hand came cracking down against her backside with a loud ‘Whap!’ that left the girl squealing and squirming, nearly as much from shock as pain, although is certainly stung.

“Ouch!” she rubbed her bottom. “Wh-What do you think…?!”

Ms. Roberts pushed her hand aside, grabbing the girl’s other arm, pinning them both to Nina’s lower back, leaving her rear unprotected as she delivered another swat. “You’re in college,” she said snarkily. “I’d think you be smart enough to figure it out.” She spanked the girl again, Nina struggling to keep her eyes from watering up, not wanting to give her the satisfaction, and failing. “Of course, I also would have assumed you’d be smart enough to know not to wear pants that your underwear shows through to a babysitting job.”

“Th-They aren’t that bad!” Nina protested, unable to prove that, or even glance down at herself to see if it was true, as Ms. Roberts started to deliver a fury of blows, turning Nina’s desperate pleas of, “Stop it!” and “You can’t do this! I’m an adult!” into barely recognizable whimpers and cries as her poor bottom was thoroughly spanked.

She probably should have left then and there, when Ms. Roberts shoved her nose into the corner and left her there, but she was sobbing too hard to safely drive, and she had a feeling if she were caught just sitting out in her car, she’d be in for even more punishment. Ms. Roberts wasn’t gone for long anyway; she likely wouldn’t have made it to the front door.

“Turn around,” the woman ordered, grabbing Nina’s hands from where she’d positioned them on the back of her head, and shoving them into the arms of a vest. Only when the thing was all the way on her did Nina look down and see it was the one from Avery’s Girl Scout uniform. “Just as I thought,” Ms. Roberts nodded. “You might be a decade older than her, but you’re hardly any more developed.”

“H-Hey!” Nina pouted, stomping her foot. The woman had already done enough… Did she really need to insult her, too?!

Ms. Roberts ignored her little tantrum, pulling her hair into a pair of ponytails on the sides of her head, standing back and nodding. “You’d fit right in at her troop,” she mused.

“No, I wouldn’t!” Nina whined, although she’d never seen the other girls in the group, so she had no idea… Honestly, she was afraid the woman could be right. “I’m a grown-up, I…”

“Here,” Ms. Roberts shoved the order form at Nina. “Avery and I are going to stay here and make some calls, and see how many we can sell that way… You are going door to door, young lady, and you aren’t getting back into this house until you’ve sold at least twenty boxes.”

“Twenty!” Nina gasped, looking down at herself, feeling absolutely ridiculous. She was far enough from campus she didn’t think she’d run into anyone she knew, but that didn’t mean she wanted to parade around the neighborhood dressed this way! “This is crazy!”

“If you want this back,” Ms. Roberts held up the girl’s purse, with her keys, her phone, her ID, and her money inside, “you’ll do it.”

“You can’t take that!” Nina snatched at it, too slow to even brush against it with her fingertips. “That’s stealing!”

“Come here,” Ms. Roberts dropped the purse, grabbing Nina by the ear instead, dragging her out of the living room, back to the guest room, pushing her onto the bed. “I had hoped I wouldn’t have to use these,” she shook her head, “but I went ahead and bought them, so I guess I knew you’d be too big a brat to just do as you were told.”

Nina’s eyes widened as the woman walked over to the dresser, and she saw what was sitting there, on top of them. Her stomach churned at the sound of ripping plastic, the sight of Ms. Roberts pulling one out, the faint scent of baby powder that permeated the room as she unfolded it. “N-No,” she sniffled. “I-I’ll do it! I promise!”

“I’m sorry, Nina,” the woman said with a shrug, laying the diaper out on the bed, next to the squirming girl, whose eyes were already starting to water anew, “but I don’t think I can trust you again yet.”

At least to someone used to real, big girl panties, the diaper felt huge, the padding soft and bulky between her legs, the plastic loud as she squirmed, mind reeling, trying to process what she was wearing. There was no doubt now that her underwear was visible through her capris – she could see every design on them, and, even if she hadn’t been able to, a good few inches stuck out over the waistband. She still didn’t think they would have been as bad with her real undies… But Ms. Roberts had taken those away.

“Get up on the bed,” the woman ordered, smiling as she watched the girl struggling to get used to the feeling of the infantile garment as she moved. “Up on all fours.”

“I-I’ll go sell the cookies,” Nina whimpered, looking over at her employer from the bed. “Y-You don’t have to do this.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I do,” Ms. Roberts shrugged, picking up the other thing she’d purchased, her smile widening as she saw the girl’s look of shock and horror. “And I have to do this, too.” She dangled the enema bag from her finger, ensuring Nina got a good view. “I can’t have you just go hide somewhere… So, I’m going to fill up that naughty little bottom of yours. If you’re good enough, maybe you’ll be able to sell all your cookies and get back here before you have an accident… If not, well, perhaps someone you’re trying to sell them to will take pity on you and let you use their bathroom. You’ll have to actually go up to their doors and ask them, though… And, if you dawdle too long, or can’t find anyone who lets you inside, and you mess your little diapers…” She gave them a swat, watching Nina squeal and wiggle. “You still aren’t getting back into my house for a change until you sell your twenty boxes, or more. Now, stay right here while I get your enema ready. If you move a muscle, you’re getting another spanking first, which will give the water time to cool off, and, believe me, you don’t want that.”

Nina watched the woman walk away, wishing she could believe this was a joke, although the diaper taped snugly over her sore, pink backside made that feel pretty unlikely. “Oh,” Ms. Roberts added, turning as she reached the bedroom door. “And you’re going to be doing this every day until Avery is the top seller again, as she should be. So I’d advise you either to sell as many as you can today, or to make sure you don’t hit all the nearby houses today… I have a feeling you won’t be able to hold this,” she jiggled the enema bag, “for long. I hope, for your sake, you aren’t too late… There are a lot of other Girl Scouts nearby that could have already stolen your business.”

“Wh-What if they have?” Nina gulped.

Ms. Roberts shrugged. “I guess you’ll just have to keep going until you find someone who hasn’t already ordered some from another Scout. I’m not accepting any excuses, young lady… If you want a change, or to use the bathroom in this house again, you’d better fill your quotas… Whatever it takes. And if it takes you too long to get my baby back to the top of the list, I’m going to have to hire someone to look after her, and get you all prepared for your little selling trips every day… I’m sure I could find someone else from your school who would be happy to help.” She grinned at Nina’s panicked expression. “Or you can just do what you should’ve been doing all along. Now, don’t you move… I’ll be right back to fill you up with your nice, warm, soapy enema so you can be on your way.”

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