I Know What You Did Last Halloween – Chapter 4

“No way,” Kassidy shook her head. Things were bad enough already… She needed every advantage she could get if she was going to have any hope of stopping herself from making them ten times worse. “I’m going to leave, and you girls can have your stupid party without me. Happy Halloween, I guess.”

“I don’t think you understand, Kassi,” Susie grabbed her by the arm, stopping her in her tracks. “That wasn’t the choice.”

“What do you expect?” Shelly butted in. “She’s just a dumb little baby!”

“Hey!” Kassidy gasped as her former friend grabbed her by the arms from behind, lifting her up off the floor. Her legs flailed, diaper crinkling, as she tried to break loose, while Susie knelt down, easily avoiding the now smaller girl’s kicking feet, feeding them into the plastic pants. “Stop it! This isn’t fair!”

“Aww,” Susie smirked. “NOW you’re worried about fairness? A little late now, baby girl.”

She slid the plastic pants up Kassidy’s legs, letting the waistband snap shut over top of the bulky diaper. Instantly, Kassidy could feel even more heat trapped around her crotch, could feel herself beginning to sweat, as Susie pulled the chain in the waistband tight, slipping the lock through. “Susie, no!” Kassidy whimpered. “I-I’ll be good! I-I’ll go get the candy!”

“Yes,” Susie agreed. “I know you will… Because you’re definitely going to be wanting that change before long.” And, with a grin, she pushed the lock shut. It clicked, Kassidy squeaking in response as if she’d been shot, grabbing at it even before Shelly set her down, feeling the weight of it, knowing she wasn’t getting it off without the key.

She was going to poop her pants; that was all there was to it. There was no way she was going to be able to get enough candy before the laxatives kicked in… And now, getting out of her diaper would be impossible. In a way, the stool softeners might be a blessing in disguise, keeping her from having to wonder if it was worth holding it, from worrying about it too much… But she doubted she’d feel that way afterwards.

“No fair!” Kassidy repeated, stomping her foot.

“Go on,” Susie urged. “Throw your little tantrum… It isn’t going to do you any good. Nothing is going to happen until you come back with a full bucket… And diaper. I’d get going now if I were you, but…” She shrugged. “That’s up to you.”

Kassidy shot her a dirty look, though she knew the girl was right. She wasn’t going to change their minds, wasn’t going to accomplish anything, here… She wouldn’t have let anyone get away with that last year, so it definitely wasn’t going to happen now. She had to play their – or, rather, her – stupid game first.

She took the bucket with a pout, stomping her way out of the room, listening to her squadmates, and potential future squadmates, giggle and gush about how cute she was, bursting out onto the rest of campus. It was a little disorienting, seeing it all from her new perspective, everything – and everyone – looking so much bigger, even more than she would have expected.

That was partially why she didn’t consider simply walking to her car, driving to the nearest convenience store, and buying a couple bags of candy. Walking around like this was strange enough… She was worried she’d have too hard a time getting used to driving that way, and would risk getting into an accident or something. Not to mention, with everything else Susie had done, she wouldn’t have been surprised if the girl would know she took a shortcut.

There were houses near the campus, too, and they might have been a slightly safer bet, but they’d also take more time… She didn’t harbor any delusions that, if she stayed on campus, she’d fill her bucket before her pants, yet she did have to take into account that she’d have to walk back to the party afterwards, and the walk was going to be much longer if she left the school grounds.

So, diaper securely locked into place, and far too visible, no matter how hard she tugged at the hem of her dress, she made her way to the closest dorm, waddling and crinkling all the while, cheeks glowing anytime she even spotted another student, wondering if they knew who she was, if they’d seen her cheering at the football games, only to now see her like this.

There was no doubt about that once she knocked at her first door. “Oh, my God!” the girl who answered exclaimed, towering over the tiny cheerleader. “Marcy, look who it is!”

“Tr-Trick or treat,” Kassidy mumbled, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible, while the other girl in the room hopped down off her bed, her sleep shorts emphasizing her long legs, reminding Kassidy of what she’d lost.

“So cute!” she squealed. “But, sweetie, did you forget? You’re supposed to wear a costume!”

Kassidy blushed, listening to the roommates laugh at her. She knew they were only teasing her – or hoped so, at any rate – but she couldn’t help herself. “I am!” she stomped her foot.

“She must be all mixed up,” the first girl nodded. “She spends so much time running around in her little cheerleader costume, I bet she forgot that’s all it was.”

Marcy snickered, pointing at Kassidy’s diaper. “Well, it’s no surprise… See? It says right there that she’s a dumb little baby!”

“No, I’m not!” Kassidy whined. “C-Can I just have some candy?”

“That must be there to remind her,” the other girl giggled. “Doesn’t seem to have done any good, though… She probably doesn’t know how to read.”

“Yes, I do!” Kassidy growled. This was taking far too long… And she didn’t even know if they were going to help fill her bucket! If every stop was this bad, she’d be here all weekend! “Trick or treat!” she repeated, shoving her bucket towards them insistently.

“I’m not convinced,” Marcy shook her head. “Why don’t you prove it? I take a kids’ lit class, so I have something here that’s probably your speed.”

She stepped over to her desk, digging through piles of books and coming up with a board book, clearly for toddlers, about a cute, little, blonde witch, who didn’t look much more mature than her target audience. “Read us a page of this out loud, and you can have some candy.”

“Forget it,” Kassidy rolled her eyes, frustrated.

“Aww, you made her grumpy!” the other girl said, as Kassidy stormed off.

“She probably just needs a change!” Marcy told her, and the two of them laughed, Kassidy moving further and further down the hall, away from them, waiting for them to finish before knocking on another door.

“Aww,” the girl who answered that one exclaimed, seeing her, bending down to pinch her cheeks. “You’re so precious! It’s good to see you embracing who you are!”

“I’m not!” Kassidy pulled away, pout. “I mean, it isn’t! I’m trick or treating!”

“Not very well,” the girl observed, looking at Kassidy’s empty bucket. “Sorry, sweetie, but I don’t have any candy… I’m waiting for tomorrow to buy some. You can come back then, if you want!”

That was going to be much too late, so Kassidy moved on again, feeling disturbed that everyone was recognizing her so easily, and clearly knew about her diapers, the ones she’d supposedly been wearing for as long as she’d been here, even if in only one version of her memories. Whatever Susie had done, it had spread to the whole campus…

She visited the rest of the floor, to varying success. Everyone looked so gigantic compared to her, and seemed to feel like they had to comment on her outfit. They weren’t making fun of her, the way she’d assumed people had last year… They were treating it like it was completely normal, which was much worse, in its own way. Some of them had candy, at least, and didn’t make her jump through hoops for it like the first room.

It was still slow going, however. Not many people seemed to expect trick or treaters… Not here, anyway. It made sense, she supposed… She’d never had any herself, while she was living in the dorm. There were some more traditional apartments on campus, though, and she could see the people who lived there being more used to handing out candy. She probably should have started with them in the first place, honestly, but this was one part of the scheme from the previous year she hadn’t put that much thought into, hadn’t had to… It didn’t matter to her where the girls got the candy, as long as they did. Judging by what she’d managed so far here, it would be worth it to head to the apartments, instead of to the next floor of this building.

As she made her way back towards the entrance, Marcy called out. “Offer still stands, Kassi,” she told her as she toddled past. “Prove you can read, and we’ll give you some candy!”

Kassidy winced, hating this confirmation that the girl knew exactly who she was, taking away any hope she’d had that she might be confusing her for someone else. “I do,” she spat. “And I’m not going to prove it for one piece of candy!”

“One piece, huh?” Marcy ducked inside, then turned back, holding a giant plastic cauldron filled with treats, one Kassidy hadn’t even noticed sitting beside the door, she’d been so anxious her first time at their room. “We might be able to spare a bit more than that…”

Kassidy stopped in her tracks; this could be the answer to her prayers! That was more than enough to fill her bucket… She could take that, and be on her way back to Susie in the time it took her to read one page of a picture book… Her tummy was hurting a little, but if she read fast enough, then maybe she’d make it before she had an accident…

“Fine,” she gave in. “Give me the stupid book.”

“Come on, Patty!” Marcy grinned, ushering Kassidy inside. “It’s story time!” The two sat down on one of their beds, cauldron of candy between them, positioning Kassidy in front of them with the book. “All right,” she urged. “Show us what you got.”

Kassidy stared down at the book, starting to question her decision, then, with a sigh, opened it up. “‘Sierra tries her very best,'” she read out loud, “‘but she always has lots of problems, with her spells, and her potty training, and everything in between!'”

“Sounds like someone else,” Patty teased. “Are you sure this book isn’t about you, Kassi?”

“Oh, yeah,” Marcy chuckled. “They just changed ‘cheerleading’ to ‘magic’ to make it less obvious.”

“I don’t have any trouble with my cheerleading!” Kassidy informed them grumpily. She wished she could say the same about her potty training, but that was only true in one version of her memories, and it seemed pretty clear it wasn’t the one that lined up with what these girls knew about her.

“Sounds like a fib to me,” Patty told her. “And we don’t give out candy to fibbers. Why don’t you prove it?”

“Seriously?!” Kassidy glowered. “I did what you wanted! I read a page! I know how to read! Will you just..?!”

“No, she’s right,” Marcy agreed. “We don’t want to encourage you to tell lies.”

“I’m not!” Kassidy insisted, but they refused to listen, and she knew that the longer she argued about this, the more chance there was of her pooping her pants in front of them. She’d already come this far… She might as well prove them wrong so she could get her candy and leave.

She’d been cheering for years, and was quite good at it, in her own opinion at least. Unfortunately, in this case, the predominant memories were the ones from the life where she hadn’t been struggling to keep her diapers hidden at the same time, so, as she launched into a simple cheer to show she could do it, she was completely thrown off by the bulky diaper between her legs, making her movements clumsy and not at all impressive. By the end, even she wasn’t sure she’d accomplished what she’d set out to do.

“I guess that’s close enough,” Patty shrugged. She picked up a piece of candy, dropping it into the bucket at Kassidy’s feet. “Good job!”

“B-But Marcy said…” Kassidy protested, staring greedily at the cauldron. She’d read from the book, she’d done a cheer… She’d absolutely earned more than one pitiful piece of candy!

“I said you could have more,” Marcy acknolwedged. “I didn’t say you wouldn’t have to work for them, though. You can have one more piece for each page you read.”

“B-But that isn’t…!” Kassidy fumed. Marcy hadn’t specified, however… Kassidy should have known better than to assume the best. She looked down at the book, trying to guess how many pages were left, if this was worth it or not. “Fine,” she sighed, turning to the next one.

It was kind of a strange little book, one that Kassidy had to assume was for toddler struggling with their own potty training. The witch in it was trying to celebrate Halloween, but, despite being a witch, every little thing scared her, and always made her have an accident. Knowing her own diaper was wet, and more likely to be messy the longer she spent here, every time she read about that, she blushed a bit deeper, stumbling over her words a hair more.

The weird thing was, if this was meant for kids, that the witch never got any better. She always made excuses, and disobeyed her Mommy and wore big girl panties instead of her diapers, and then got spanked for wetting them, but, in the end, the message wasn’t that she needed to believe in herself, or keep trying… It seemed to be that she needed to accept her place, because she wound up in diapers, and locking mittens, so she couldn’t take them off.

“Such a good story,” Marcy said.

“And one some people could take to heart,” Patty added pointedly.

Kassidy didn’t feel like arguing the point, the whole thing make her feel odd. True to their word, she’d gotten a piece of candy for every page of the book, which had helped, though still didn’t fill her bucket. There was plenty more in the cauldron, but she really didn’t feel like spending any more time around these girls, or seeing what else they might have in mind for her to earn more.

“Th-Thanks,” she mumbled, picking up her bucket, heading for the door.

Marcy beat her there, standing between her and it. “Hold it,” she ordered. “It’s past curfew now… We can’t let you go out there. You could get hurt, or lost!”

Kassidy didn’t know what they were up to, and didn’t want to. “Yeah, right,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m not stupid, I know there isn’t a curfew.”

Did they know? Had they head her tumble rumbling during the story, seen her starting to squirm, feeling the pressure starting to build, knowing that, at any moment, something disastrous was about to happen? She’d done her best to hide it, but that might not have been enough.

Marcy didn’t budge. Kassidy nibbled her bottom lip, glancing from girl to girl, one in front of her, the other still sitting on the bed, watching with amusement. She was no match for them… Either one was big enough that they could have made her do anything they wanted. The two of them together? She didn’t stand a chance…

“I hafta go get more candy!” she whined, bouncing in place. “You don’t understand!”

“Candy, candy, candy,” Marcy shook her head, stepping forward. “Is that all you think about?”

Kassidy took her chance as Marcy approached, diving under her legs and grabbing for the doorknob, fumbling with it just long enough to make her heart beat a little faster before she got it open, racing out into the hall, and out of the dorm.

It would have been nice to take a moment to calm down, but she knew that every second she spent not heading to the apartments was another second she was going to be trick or treating in a dirty diaper. It was definitely coming, at any time… She could feel the early warnings, knew it was inevitable…

Her theory was proven correct, the first apartment she stopped at handing out candy without missing a beat, only asking, “You’re a bit late, aren’t you? You’re not out here by yourself, I hope.”

“N-No,” she lied. “Th-Thanks!”

She scurried on to the next door, and the next, some of them commenting that they’d thought trick or treating was over, but none seeming too surprised to see her, or unprepared. She wasn’t sure if there were enough apartments for her to fill her bucket entirely here, though she was starting to feel confident she’d make a decent dent in it.

She knocked on the next door, feeling about as good as she could, all things considered, already saying, “Trick or..!” before it was completely open.

She stopped, at first, because she saw who was on the other side, knew there was no way he wouldn’t recognize her. “J-Jake?” she blushed, staring right up into the eyes of the quarterback.

They’d dated, of course – it was only natural, him being the star of the team, her being the best cheerleader, even before she’d been voted head cheerleader – but they’d broken up the previous year, and she hadn’t kept track of where he was living now. Her face burned, feeling a warmth between her legs, too, that had nothing to do with the bulky diaper and crinkly plastic pants, remembering all the nights they’d spent together, seeing his bed right behind him, before recalling what she looked like now, how she was dressed.

“Oh, hey,” he gave her his goofy smile. “What were you saying?”

Kassidy swallowed, flustered. This was so dumb, so childish… She didn’t want to do this now, with him… But, if he was like his neighbors, and had candy, surely he’d be willing to help her out. And his roommate, behind him, on his phone, didn’t seem like he’d care. “Tr-Trick or…” she tried again.

That time, however, she was interrupted by something far worse. Faint rumblings were replaced by a sudden cramp, and, in the time it took for a wave of panic to cross her face, and for her to think about how she was going to do everything in her power to hold it until Jake’s door was closed, her knees began to bend automatically.

“N-No,” she gasped out loud, hearing a rude noise emanating from beneath her diaper. “N-Not now…” But it was already happening, her muscles refusing to comply, the soft, squishy mass already pushing its way out. The diaper crinkled, expanding to contain it, swelling outwards as she felt the mush pour out of her, faster and faster, paying no mind to her attempts to stop it, or where she was.

“Still having trouble with that, huh?” Jake commented nonchalantly. “At least it isn’t during a game this time, huh?”

No way… No matter how bad her problems might be, she’d never messed herself during a game, or in front of him… That was too much to imagine, despite the fuzzy memories of doing exactly that starting to filter into her mind.

“Sorry, Kass,” he shrugged. “I know I’m your favorite babysitter, but I don’t have any extra diapers here.”

“N-No!” Kassidy grunted, another muddy surge coming, just when she thought she was done, having to set the record straight anyway. “W-We were dating! Y-You weren’t…”

“Oh, right,” he gave her a patronizing wink, like he might if she was a four year old with the same delusion. “Of course we were.”

Those memories she’d had of her time with him, of his mouth on hers, of the long nights they’d spent together, started to fade, replaced with him changing her diapers, giving her baths, of her lusting after him, imagining that one day he’d see her as more than a baby… But, obviously, nothing had ever happened between them, or even come close.

“I-I gotta…” she shook her head, desperate to get away from him, as if that would stop what was happening in her mind. “I-I should…” She started to shuffle away, wrinkling her nose as she felt the mess in her diaper shift with her, reminding her anew of what she’d done.

“Wait!” he interrupted. “How, uh… How have you been?”

She started to gesture down at herself, before recalling that, to him, this was pretty normal. “Fine,” she responded with a weary sigh. “I-I…”

“Have you had a nice Halloween?” he asked. “Looks like maybe you got a bit of a late start, huh?”

She wasn’t sure what he was up to… Until she heard a car pull up, turning around to see the dean of students stepping out. He’d been stalling her…

It was hard to remember that, earlier that night, she’d wanted to see the dean, to rub it in his face that she was the one in this costume… Now, as the diaper sagged heavily beneath the dress, he was one of the last people she wanted to run into.

Which, of course, meant he power-walked right towards her, grabbing her by the arm. “Thank you two,” he told the boys in the apartment, “for letting me know about our little curfew breaker.”

“No problem!” Jake’s roommate waved, looking up from his phone at last.

“B-But there isn’t…” Kassidy protested. “I-I wasn’t…”

“I know you think being a cheerleader gets you special privileges,” the dean told her, “but it doesn’t. You still have to follow the rules, young lady!” He pushed her into the back seat of his car, Kassidy squealing and whimpering as her bottom sank into the mush in her pants, feeling it squelch between her legs while he buckled her in.

She was taken to his office, where he’d given her his big lecture the previous year about the party. This time, however, she was handed a pad of paper and a pack of crayons, made to lie on her stomach and write out, “I will not break curfew,” over and over until, finally, she heard a knock on the door.

“I am so sorry about this,” Susie’s voice said from behind her. “I put those locking pants on her because I suspected she was going to try something like this, but I thought they’d do the trick… I guess she couldn’t help herself. Sometimes, the promise of candy is just too much for them.”

“It isn’t your fault,” the dean assured her. “I apologize for interrupting your party for this.”

“You know about the party?!” Kassidy couldn’t help herself. “Why aren’t you going after them for breaking curfew, then?!”

“Because the curfew isn’t for them,” the dean told her. “Now, you’d better hope you don’t find yourself in my office again anytime soon, young lady, or you’ll be getting a lot worse than lines for a punishment.”

Susie led Kassidy by the hand out of the office, back across campus. “Susie, please,” Kassidy begged her. “Y-You have to change things back… I-I don’t know what you did, but the whole world is just… wrong! Please, you hafta make it normal again!”

“Oh, Kassidy,” Susie smiled, as she led Kassidy into her dorm. “I can’t do that, sweetie. You see… The world is normal.” As she said it, they passed the common room, now decorated with nursery tale pictures, a pair of toy boxes overflowing with alphabet blocks and dolls on either side, proving how wrong she was.

“No, it isn’t!” Kassidy insisted.

“Yes,” Susie countered, taking Kassidy to her room. “It is.”

She pushed open the door, Kassidy’s stomach churning at the sight of a pair of cribs inside, instead of beds, a changing table between them. In one crib, her roommate was sleeping soundly, thumb in her mouth, an obvious diaper bulge beneath her tightly tucked in covers, looking as tiny as Kassidy in comparison to Susie.

“You see,” Susie explained, unlocking Kassidy’s plastic pants, but leaving the loaded diaper on the girl as she undressed her, putting her into a footed sleeper instead, “this simply isn’t the world you’re used to. This is a little place some people call the Diaper Dimension… It seemed like the perfect place for you.”

“N-No!” Kassidy sniffed, as the sleeper was zipped up, sealing her inside, trapping her in her dirty diaper for the rest of the night. “I-I wanna go home…”

“I’m sure you do,” Susie nodded, tucking her into her crib. “But I’m afraid I need to go back by the end of the night… And you didn’t do what I asked and fill your candy bucket, so, when I do, you’re going to be fast asleep in your crib, instead. Don’t worry, sweetie… I’m sure you’ll get used to it here in no time! And I have no doubt the version of you from here that took over your body there will be much more pleasant to get along with… I have a feeling I won’t have any trouble getting her to put me on the squad.”

She kissed Kassidy on the forehead, pulling the side of the crib up with an ominous click. “Night-night, Kassi,” she grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to the rest of the squad before I go… I’m sure they won’t kick you off, no matter how much of a clumsy little baby you are now…. You’re too cute of a mascot for them to get rid of entirely.”

“I’m not a mascot!” Kassidy fumed. “I’m the head cheerleader!” But she was too weak and small to even sit up in her bed after how tightly Susie had tucked her in, or to keep herself from releasing another wave of mush into her already messy diaper as the girl waved and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, taking all Kassidy’s hopes of her life returning to normal with her.

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The Invitation

“A college student,” Ashley answered wryly. “I don’t have time to worry about all that this year… Besides, I’m eighteen now; what point is there in getting all dressed up?”

“Seriously?” her friend Yazmin rolled her eyes. “Halloween isn’t just for kids, you know… It only really gets good once you grow up. Candy’s fine and all, but the parties are where it’s at.”

“Yeah,” Ashley scoffed. “I definitely don’t have time for parties, so, like I said, what I’m going to be for Halloween is a good prospective college student who is studying for the big bio exam I have the Monday after.”

And that was her plan, inwardly laughing as the day approached and she heard other students in the cafeteria planning out their costumes in between classes, feeling quite superior, knowing she was taking her education much more seriously than they were. Maybe, like her, they already had their early applications in, and didn’t think it mattered what happened during the rest of their senior year at high school, but she wasn’t going to fall into that trap. Acceptance letters hadn’t gone out yet; her grades were still important, even if she didn’t want to make sure she didn’t get rusty.

All that changed, however, when she went to the Open House at one of the colleges she’d applied to. She’d been there before, of course, but it was one of her top choices, despite being in the same city she already lived in. It would have been nice to get further away, experience new things… It was a good school, however, and she could always choose to live on campus, or get her own apartment, or save the money she would have spent on either for after graduation.

It was nice, getting another look around at what could very well be her new home for the next four years, wondering if the rest of the people in her group had applied already, too, trying to suss out their chances for beating her. Part of her had hoped that, during this visit, maybe she’d get surprised, have someone from admissions present her with her acceptance letter on the spot, but, as nice as the fantasy was, she knew that wasn’t how things worked.

Something else happened while she was there that was just as good, however. Once the tour was over, and she was getting her things together to head back home, she heard a voice saying, “Hey, there… Are you new here?”

She felt her face turn red, swallowing as she hurriedly tugged her cardigan closed, covering the nametag that identified her as a visiting student, stuck to her inner shirt. “Y-Yeah, you could say that,” she replied, turning around, thrilled to have been mistaken as a college student, especially when she got a glimpse of who had done it. It wasn’t that unusual, she knew, since there were people who, thanks to their birthdays, were already in college at her age, though, just from observing during her visits, it felt like college students had a whole different air about them, despite how old they were.

“Cool,” the boy smiled. “I didn’t think I recognized you. My name’s Deon.”

“A-Ashley,” she giggled.

“We’re having a Halloween party this weekend,” he told her. “It’s gonna be incredible… You should come. We can get to know each other a little better there.”

Ashley, of course, said, “S-Sure!”, without any second thought, getting the location from him, glad she’d just had a tour, so she knew which dorm he was talking about. Was she really going to do this, though? Was she going to pretend she was already in college to impress some guy, no matter how hot he was?

“Oh, and costumes are required,” he added, right before they parted ways. “Can’t wait to see what yours is going to be!”

“Y-Yeah,” she chuckled. “Me, neither… I-I mean, I can’t wait for you to see it… I-I know what it is, obviously, but…” She shook her head, making herself shut up. “See you then!”

Insensitive

“Don’t you think that’s a little… insensitive?”

Anya rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so boring, Elle,” she replied. “It’s Halloween… It doesn’t count!”

Elle frowned, glancing up from her phone. “I’m not sure that’s how it…”

“They make costumes for it, so it must not be that awful,” Anya shut her down. “Besides, Penny somehow managed to win with a nurse costume last year, so it’s going to feel so much more satisfying to beat her, and stay on-theme.”

“Okay,” Elle nodded in resignation, giving up on trying to talk the other girl out of it. “Does Penny even know about your rivalry?”

“It isn’t a rivalry!” Anya grumbled. “She won the contest once, that’s it! It’s always been me before, and it’s going to be me again this year! I’m not losing the contest my senior year! I’m going to leave college victorious, and…”

“Okay, okay, jeez,” Elle sighed. “So, why are you telling me?”

“Well…” Anya’s smile changed, and immediately, Elle knew what was happening. She’d been friends with Anya long enough to know when she was trying to get something out of her. “I saw some straitjacket costumes online with the boobs cut out, and I thought maybe I’d wear one of those with a cute bra, but even if I don’t tie the sleeves up, they’re so long it’s going to be a pain to do anything at the party, so…”

“No, Anya,” Elle shook her head. “Wear the costume if you want, but I don’t want any part of it. I’m not gonna be your nurse or whatever.”

Anya glared at her, clearly not happy she’d been seen through. “First of all,” she huffed, “I would have made you a doctor, because I don’t want Penny thinking I copied her directly. And second: fine! If you don’t want to win, then do your own thing!”

Anya wasn’t able to find anyone else to team up with her, which meant she needed to re-think her costume. That was for the best, she tried to convince herself; Elle was right that the straitjacket she’d been looking at was probably a little disrespectful. Nobody would really wear anything like that at an insane asylum… If she wanted to beat Elle, she wanted something realistic… But still sexy, preferably. And, apparently, that she could wear by herself and still be able to eat and, more importantly, drink at the party.

The usual costume sites didn’t have anything useful for her, which she decided was for the best… Thinking outside the box was another thing that could help her with the contest. She didn’t want to just buy the same thing any dummy could go online and order, and risk someone else having the same idea as her… She wanted to stick with her concept, but find a way to do it differently, to stand out.

So it was quite lucky indeed that there was a medical supply store in the next town over, a short drive away. Looking online, it seemed as though they had all kinds of things that she might be able to do something fun with, and the promise of more at the location itself. Normally, she would have made Elle go with her, just in case, but if she didn’t want to be involved, she could wait and see the costume with everyone else, right before it was awarded first prize.

“Hi,” she smiled at the woman worked the front counter. “Would you mind directing me towards the section for insa…” She stopped herself, not wanting to seem insensitive, at least not here. “Mental institutions?” she tried instead.

“Of course, the woman told her. “Right this way…”

The Haunted House

“Come on in!” Claudia called, kicking her legs happily as she laid on her bed, snacking on Halloween candy. As soon as she’d said it, she regretted it, looking as she heard the door start to open, re-adjusting herself so her body would block the view of her stash from anyone who came in.

“Umm…” she heard her friend Regina say, practically able to hear the blush forming on the girl’s cheeks. “Claud?”

“Sorry, I’m, like, super busy,” Claudia fibbed; she was looking at magazines, and eating candy, which didn’t really qualify. It was all she really needed, though…

“Then why did you tell us to come in?” Payton asked.

Claudia rolled her eyes. Of course Payon was there, too… She was definitely glad she’d moved now, since she had no doubt both of them would judge her if they saw what she was really doing. Sure, the magazines were kind of trashy – and, if she was being honest, aimed more at tweens than a college student like her – and she’d told them she wasn’t going to buy any Halloween candy until it went on sale on the first of November, but she’d found a really good deal on it… somewhere… and she couldn’t help herself.

She frowned, trying to remember where exactly she had gotten it. She’d definitely just done it, because she hadn’t had any the night before, or she would have taken it with her on their little adventure, and yet, she couldn’t quite place where, or when, it had happened in her memory. She squirmed, hearing a light crinkle as she moved, her head starting to hurt a little bit.

“That’s not important!” Regina snapped. “Claud, what are you wearing?!”

“My uniform, duh!” Claudia answered, the pain in her head amplifying a touch. She was in college… She didn’t have a uniform anymore. Back when she’d been able to just hang out, look at her silly teen magazines, and eat candy without judgement, however, she had, and that was definitely what she was wearing now… But where had she gotten it?!

“Oh!” Suddenly, the realization hit her, cutting through the pain, making her feel happy and safe once more. “It’s my Halloween costume! It’s my old uniform… My mom sent it to me, and it still fits! Isn’t it cute?” She wanted to get up, to give them a twirl, but if she did that, they’d see her candy, so she wiggled her bottom instead, giggling.

“That’s… not really what she meant,” Payton replied.

“Well, it’s what I’m wearing, silly,” Claudia rolled her eyes again. “If you’re just going to be weird, I have stuff to do.”

“No, we need to talk to you!” Regina insisted. “Claud, we think something’s wrong… We think something followed us home last night.”

Last night… Claudia shivered. She was the one who had found out about the abandoned, supposedly haunted, house, not that far from the campus, although it had been Payton who had insisted the three of them go. Claudia hadn’t wanted to, had wished she’d kept her mouth shut about it, but, as usual, the other two had talked her into it.

“Claudia!” Payton gasped in horror. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m busy!” Claudia whined, spreading her arms out wider to try to keep them from seeing what with. “Look, I think you should go…”

“No, Claud, I think this is important!” Regina told her, moving closer to the bed.

“Go away!” Claudia yelled, kicking her legs. “Leave me alone! I don’t care about the stupid house!”

Thankfully, they took the hint, leaving her to enjoy herself in peace. She blushed a little, feeling a warmth in her diaper, but that was okay… She knew she didn’t have to worry about that. It would be taken care of, just like everything else…

I Know What You Did Last Halloween – Chapter 3

“Well,” Kassidy grinned, an idea suddenly coming to her, “obviously, the last time I wore a diaper was getting into this costume, like twenty minutes ago, so…” She shrugged smugly. “Guess you’ll just have to make me that age.”

Susie raised an eyebrow, and, for a moment, Kassidy felt a little doubt creeping into her mind, worried that the other girl would take that as not choosing, and she’d end up stuck like this, as a tiny, Pampered toddler. Thankfully, after a long second of silence, Susie sighed, and Kassidy felt herself growing again, getting taller. “Have it your way,” Susie told her.

“I will,” Kassidy gloated, even though she could still feel her body stretching, expanding. “Maybe you should have thought about that before you…”

She paused, frowned, realized everything had stopped, leaving her stuck, still an inch or two shorter than Susie, which made her the shortest person in the room once more. Looking down, it was plain to see her chest was still flat beneath the infantile dress, her body not much different than it had been before her last transformation.

“Hey!” she glared up at Susie, stomping her foot. “This isn’t what I said! I wasn’t a kid twenty minutes ago, was I?!”

“Aww, Kassi,” Susie teased, reaching down to pinch the older girl’s cheeks, “you still aren’t! I know it can feel that way sometimes, but don’t let it discourage you…”

Kassidy felt a shock run through her as Susie’s skin touched hers, and, suddenly, something was wrong. Her brain was filling with memories, ones that she was certain weren’t real, although, as the moments ticked by, it was harder and harder to distinguish them from the ones that were.

There she was, arguing with her mother about how she was in high school now, how she wasn’t going to put up with wearing diapers every day anymore… Struggling through classes, having to run to the nurse to try to keep anyone from noticing her accidents… Being told that she’d made the cheerleading squad, and being so excited that she had a full-on accident, soaking her shorts, leaving her standing there in front of them in the middle of a huge puddle, mortified…

They’d made fun of her for the rest of her time at high school; at least she hadn’t had to make up excuses for why she couldn’t go to sleepovers anymore, since all her new cheerleading friends didn’t ask her, assumed she must still be a bedwetter, considering she was still wearing diapers under her bloomers. And, to make matters worse, she’d never hit that last growth spurt, was such a late bloomer that it still hadn’t happened. Even in her senior year, most of the freshmen were taller, and more developed, than her, and she always dreaded the showers, being reminded of exactly how far behind she was, praying she could stay in there long enough for the rest of the girls to clear out so she could put her diaper back on in privacy…

She’d almost not bothered to try out in college, knowing she’d really be no match for pretty much anyone else who tried out. To her surprise, she made it. It sometimes felt like a joke, like she might as well not even be out there, since, no matter how much she stuffed her bras, all the eyes were on the bigger, more buxom, girls, which, luckily meant less attention on her during kicks and jumps where it was possible the audience could have caught a glimpse of plastic beneath her skirt.

She hadn’t peed her pants as an introduction this time around, though, and she had more experience being careful… And she could always rush off after practice, say she was going to shower in the dorm instead. There had been quite a few close calls, especially her first year, but she must have been doing something right, because the rest of the squad not only didn’t say anything, they voted her head cheerleader.

It had been great, getting to be in charge for once. It might not have always felt like it, thanks to her smaller size, and the constant, crinkly companion under her pants, but the team listened to her, let her find the best part in any routine for herself, to keep her secret hidden.

When Shelly had first shown the costume off, Kassidy’s stomach had lurched hard, her cheeks burning so hard she had to look down at her phone for a moment to keep it from being obvious. Everyone else thought it was such a good idea, making their potential recruits wear that… Kassidy could have over-ruled them, but then everyone would have wondered why, might have looked at her a little too closely…

Besides, she’d told herself, it might be nice to see other people going through all this, especially once the other suggestions started coming in. The bottle, especially, seemed cruel, but after two-thirds of these girls had ended up filling their diapers, there was no way the rest of her squad would react as badly if worst came to worst, and they somehow caught her in one of her soggy ones.

It had been Shelly, again, who had suggested Kassidy wear the costume as well. “I’m just worried it’s going to be seen as hazing,” she’d reasoned. “But if you’re in it, too, they can’t really say that, can they?”

“B-But why me?!” Kassidy had whined, squirming, feeling the nervous wet spot in the diaper she was already wearing grow.

“You’re the head cheerleader,” Shelly had explained. “If it was anyone else, you could have made them do it… But nobody makes you do anything.”

It made sense, Kassidy supposed, and so she’d been very careful to watch her liquid intake that day, terrified she’d have a genuine accident during the party if she didn’t, absolutely hating that the squad had somehow picked the diapers she normally wore to complete the costume. She’d managed to convince herself it was only a coincidence…

Until she walked into the party, and realized she was the only one in the costume. The recruits were all there, wearing normal costumes, giggling as they saw her, patting her on the head, commenting on how adorable she was…

She’d gone to Shelly, of course, to ask what the idea was, why they’d backed out of the idea at the last minute and hadn’t told her. Despite her size, and her outfit, she’d been head cheerleader long enough that she was more angry than scared..

“Wow,” Shelly had marveled. “You really are stupid, aren’t you? Do you not get it? No wonder you still aren’t potty trained.” She knelt down in front of Kassidy, grinning. “We know, dummy. We’ve always known about your silly little padded bras, and your accidents, and everything… Do you actually think we’d ever seriously make someone like you the head cheerleader? This party isn’t for the new girls… It never was. It’s all for you. All those fun ideas you okayed? You’re the one who gets to experience them. And who better to put in charge than the recruit you were the harshest with?”

“W-Wait…” Kassidy could remember herself gulping, stumbling back, looking around the room for a way to escape. “Y-You Carrie-d me?”

Shelly had answered the question by grabbing her Sharpie, stepping forward to write on Kassidy’s diaper…

“B-But that’s not how it happened!” Kassidy shook her head, blushing as she looked around. She was positive when she’d come in, she’d seen other people in this costume, knew that had happened last year, not this year…

However, she now saw nobody else in a diaper at all, and, other than Susie, everything was the same as the party she remembered… Or were those actual memories after all? Now, with these new ones stacked on top, it was hard to sort out what had happened when, what was real and what wasn’t… All she knew, for sure, was that she definitely didn’t need these diapers she’d been tricked into, and that she should be tall, and stunningly gorgeous, not this tiny, flat-chested dweeb.

“I can’t imagine what you’re talking about,” Susie winked.

“Y-You weren’t here yet,” Kassidy whined. “Y-You didn’t start school here until this year… But this is…”

“Enough of this babbling,” Susie declared, speaking louder, to the rest of the room. “That first game was a lot of fun, but it doesn’t stop there!” She took Kassidy’s hand, leading her over to the table with the three bottles. “You must be very thirsty after all that crying you did, sweetie… Why don’t you pick yourself out a nice bottle of milk?”

She could remember talking to the other cheerleaders, planning this out, giggling with them, feeling her own diaper warming if she laughed too much… She knew they’d agreed on keeping the middle bottle pure, to keep track; was that all for show? Had they let her in on that so they could switch it up on her now?

She nibbled on her bottom lip, tugging at the hem of her dress, looking around at her squadmates, trying to get some kind of hint, some indication of what she should do, but they all just looked eager, waiting to see what she’d do. “A-At least one of these is safe, right?” she asked, stalling.

“They’re all safe,” Shelly told her. “We’re not trying to hurt you, Kassi… Just humiliate you.”

That didn’t really answer her question, but she was surrounded, and far too small to try to fight her way out… Deciding to trust her memory, she picked up the bottle in the middle, lifting it to her lips, pausing to see the reaction. She whimpered, catching the start of devilish grins forming on the faces of a few of the cheerleaders, and, quickly, she attempted to put it back down on the table.

“No, no,” Susie stopped her, wrapping her own hand around the bottle, pushing it upwards again, forcing Kassidy’s arm towards her mouth, the nipple gleaming ominously, a drop of milk already forming at the hole. “You made your choice… Now drink it up, or you’ll have to finish all three of these.”

“This isn’t fair!” Kassidy sniffled. “I-I changed my mind!”

Susie took the opportunity to shoved the bottle into Kassidy’s open, protesting mouth, and, almost instantly, it was filled with warm milk. Kassidy wasn’t a fan of milk to begin with – her parents teased that was the reason she’d done so little growing – and, if she was going to drink it, she’d prefer it cold. It was hard to tell how much of the unappealing taste was from her general disliking of it, and how much could be coming from something added to it.

Susie kept her hand on the bottle, preventing her from pulling away, leaving her gulping down more and more, until she could feel the worst happen – or, rather, what she thought would be the worst, before she’d actually arrived here at the party.

“Oh, my God!” she heard one of the recruits giggle. “Look! She’s actually peeing herself!”

“I knew it!” one of her cheerleaders bragged. “I told you she really needed those diapers!”

Susie groaned, both because she couldn’t defend herself with the bottle and her mouth, and because she didn’t know if she could, wasn’t certain what was true anymore… And the growing warmth in her diaper that refused to stop definitely made it feel like her bladder wasn’t as strong as it should have been.

When it was finally over, and Susie had set the bottle down on the table, Kassidy scanned the room again, still unsure if she’d made the right choice… Until Shelly picked up the bottle on the right, unscrewing the cap, and taking a swig. “Mmm,” she mocked. “It does a body good… Except yours. You know all about the laxative we put into that, don’t you? But we also added some stool softener, too, to that bottle, to make it a bit easier on you… And harder for you to control, once it all kicks in.”

Kassidy’s eyes filled with tears, her head shaking, already positive she could feel her stomach cramping, even though, before Shelly had said anything, there had been nothing, other than some nervous butterflies. “Th-This isn’t fair…”

“Aww, poor thing,” Susie smiled down at her. “Don’t worry… There’s only one more game left.”

Kassidy knew what it was, that it was the worst of all, although whether she knew that because she’d helped plan it, or had seen it last year, and knew it was the one that had gotten her in trouble with the dean, she wasn’t sure. “Pl-Please, not that…”

But one of the other cheerleaders had shown up beside Susie with a cheery, orange, plastic bucket in the shape of a jack-o-lantern. “Every little kids love trick-or-treating!” Susie gushed. “And you didn’t get any refreshments for the party, did you? It’s only right that, as the head cheerleader, you should go out and get some…”

That was meant to be the duty of the recruits, to provide snacks for the cheerleaders… And, with all of them, it wouldn’t have been nearly as embarrassing – in Kassidy’s mind, anyway – at least until some of them really started to feel the laxatives… It might be easier for her to fill the bucket, as the only person doing this, but her ‘costume’ was going to be harder to explain without a throng of other people dressed the same… And with the damp spot on the padding.

“N-No!” she pouted. “I-I won’t!”

But that wasn’t an option; they’d known some of the girls might grow a backbone at the thought of having to go around the campus and beg for candy, so they’d come up with a failsafe, one Kassidy saw approaching. It was plastic, too, like her bucket, and orange, though a much lighter shade, almost see-through, and had the same triangle eyes and nose, and jagged mouth. It was designed to go over her diaper, however, and lock into place, with the threat that it would only be removed in exchange for a full bucket of candy.

It didn’t sound like she was going to have much of a choice, like she was likely to get enough warning to make it to the bathroom on campus, or, if she tried going into town to avoid her classmates, begging to be allowed inside, before she had an accident, but she still didn’t particularly want to be put into locking plastic panties, trapped in her diaper… She also didn’t want to go along with this, though, to play their game, even if she’d helped come up with it.

“It’s up to you,” Susie told her, seeing the fear in her eyes. “You don’t have to wear them, if you behave… But, you’re going to be trick-or-treating, no matter what. So, what are you going to?”

Will Kassidy…

Take the bucket, and agree to go trick-or-treating without fuss?

Or protest, and risk the plastic pants?

Will Kassidy get her candy by…

Trick-or-treating around campus?

Going off-campus to try to avoid letting her other friends see her?

Or heading to a store and buying it?

And, finally, the most important question of all…

Trick?

Or treat?

These decisions have already been made, but if you’d like to catch up on the story, and help decide where it goes next, you can find it, and other exclusive stories and captions, at my Patreon!

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 20

“Let’s get you into your new outfit,” Hazel told her, “and a fresh diaper.”

Janet wasn’t sure how to respond to that; she, obviously, wanted that clean diaper very badly… The rest of the ‘outfit’, if you could even call it that, she was far less enthusiastic about. But how was she going to protest one without the other? And was she really going to say anything about either, when she’d already been threatened with a spanking multiple times?

“I-I…” Janet swallowed anxiously, glancing up at Janet, wondering if she was joking.

“Oh, are we playing dress-up?” Kenzi chimed in, smiling at the cashier with a polite, “Thanks,” as she took her bag. “Me, too!”

“I mean, if you want to change her poopy pants, you’re more than welcome to,” Hazel shrugged.

“Zella!” Janet squeaked, cheeks burning, eyes darting around as she tried to hide behind the younger girl, looking at all the people who could have overheard the declaration of the state of her diaper.

“Oh, please, Prissy,” Hazel chuckled, giving the smaller woman’s seat a squishy smack. “Like they couldn’t already smell you.”

Janet was too mortified to say anything more as she was marched to the bathroom, heading for the handicap stall. It had been long enough since Janet had been in the restroom here, that she couldn’t recall how big it was, if both of her tormentors were going to be there, surrounding her, as she got changed… Thankfully, that wasn’t going to be an option.

The handicap stall was bigger than the others, of course, but not large enough for the three of them to comfortably crowd into. Janet let out a sigh of relief, glad she’d only have to deal with one or the other… Although, she assumed it would be Zella.

“Do you really want to help?” Hazel asked, looking to Kenzi, patting Janet’s mushy bottom again. “I can’t guarantee it’s going to be fun… Honestly, I haven’t had to deal with it in a while, so I don’t know. Even when I was babysitting her when she was younger, she didn’t do this.”

“Well, of course not,” Kenzi smirked, staring down at the squirming Janet. “Nobody older than a baby should be running around pooping their pants, should they?”

Janet stared down at her feet, unable to ignore the bulge of the diaper around her waist, making it impossible not to consider what the other girl had said, until Hazel gave her shoulder a light shake. “Prissy… Are you being a rude little girl?”

“N-No!” Janet shook her head. “A-And… no,” she turned to Kenzi, since apparently she had to answer. “Th-They shouldn’t.”

“Come on,” Kenzi took her by the shoulder, guiding her into the stall. “I’ll get you all taken care of.”

Janet still didn’t know what to do… This was all so humiliating, and confusing at the same time. She wanted out of her dirty diaper, very much so… She didn’t particularly want to have to clean herself up, either, after Hazel had made her sit on the bench in the fitting room for so long, as she could feel the mess all over her bottom, and knew it was going to be quite the job.

She didn’t want Kenzi to change her, though, to see her naked, to be the one wiping her clean… It was bad enough she’d had to endure Zella doing it, and she’d never had a job this big. She at least trusted Hazel to do it right; she had no idea how much experience Kenzi had with this.

And now, she realized, as Kenzi shut the stall door, locking it with an ominous click, she was trapped there with her. “All right, Prissy,” the girl grinned. “Let’s do this.”

She reached down, unsnapped Janet’s onesie, whisked it back off of her head, and, as Janet bashfully tried to cover herself, snapped another picture of her. “You know,” she mused, “I don’t know if we even need that top… I bet you could run around like this, and nobody would think twice. That’s just how cute and little you are!” She pinched Janet’s cheeks. “What do you think about that? Should this be your new outfit?”

Janet whimpered, staring at the stall door, trying to will Zella into speaking up. There was no way she couldn’t hear what was going on in there… The walls were far enough off the ground she could crawl through them, if need be, and rescue her ‘step-sister’, but there were no signs that she was going to do that.

“Is that a yes, little exhibitionist?” Kenzi teased. “I’m more than happy to help you out, if that’s what you want.”

“N-No!” Janet shook her head. She didn’t want to wear the tankini top, didn’t think it really qualified as an ‘outfit’ in the first place… But it was miles better than being in just a diaper. “N-No, ma’am, please, don’t.”

Kenzi smiled, ruffling Janet’s hair. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” She reached up, pulling down the plastic changing table built into the wall. “It’s too bad this wasn’t one of those places where this was outside, in the main part of the bathroom,” she smirked. “Then your big sister could have helped us, too… And anyone else who wandered in.”

Janet blushed, her mind running through that scenario, one she hadn’t even considered; she wasn’t certain she could have taken that. Just imagining it caused a fresh trickle of warmth into her loaded diaper. “I-I’m too big for that anyway,” she pointed out, as a way to banish the thought.

“Oh, you aren’t?” Kenzi raised an eyebrow, plucked Janet up off the floor, and set her down onto the waiting surface, diaper squelching beneath her. “Huh, that’s funny,” she put a finger to her bottom lip. “It isn’t falling off the wall…” She cradled Janet’s legs, swinging them up onto the changing table, sliding the girl around so that she was now lying across it, in position for what was going to come next. “And you fit on it perfectly!”

That wasn’t exactly true… Her legs did dangle off one end somewhat. It felt surprisingly stable beneath her, however, and her diapered crotch was still on the table as well, in place to be cleaned and changed, so she couldn’t deny that it looked like it was going to work.

“I wonder why that is,” Kenzi pondered, picking up one of the bags Janet had brought in, taking out a package of diapers. “Could it be because you aren’t nearly as big as you think you are?”

Janet gulped, seeing Kenzi tear open the pack, yank out one of the overnight diapers, shocked to see how it truly was even bigger than what she was wearing now. Kenzi heard her, grinning as she shoved the garment towards her.

“Here, hold this for me,” she ordered, Janet tentatively reaching out and taking it. Instantly, she could hear it crinkle, feel the bulk of it beneath her fingers… And that wasn’t all. Kenzi had given it to her so she could open up one of the packs of soaker pads, removing a pair, setting them beside Janet on the table.

“N-No,” Janet nibbled her lip. “I-It’s too big…”

“Such a silly girl,” Kenzi cooed, taking the diaper from her, unfolding it on the girl’s stomach, in her full view, fluffing it up before laying out the soaker pads in the center. “You think everything’s too big… You thought you were too big for this changing table a minute ago, and you were wrong; now you think your diaper is too big, even though, just like the table, it’s exactly the right size for you. Maybe you think everything is so huge because you are so tiny. Do you think that’s it? Are you a teeny, tiny little baby?”

Janet couldn’t bring herself to say, “No,” despite how much she wanted to, and even the head shake she tried to do ended up miniscule, probably not enough for the other girl to notice.

Kenzi slid her arm under Janet’s knees, lifting them upwards far enough to push the fresh diaper beneath her bottom, lowering her back onto it. Janet almost pointed out that she still had her old diaper on, but stayed silent, not wanting to say something stupid and provide more evidence of her babyhood. Perhaps this was Kenzi’s plan, to have the new one there as protection while she got Janet wiped down.

She really wished Kenzi had taken her pacifier clip off her onesie, because she could have really used that comfort now. Without it, she popped her thumb into her mouth, looking away, not wanting to see how filthy she’d made her diaper, what a baby she truly was. She winced, feeling Kenzi doing something with her diaper, getting ready, trying to brace herself for the teasing that was sure to come once the tapes were undone…

Instead, she felt her thighs being forced further apart as the new diaper was pulled upwards, into place. “Wh-What are you doing?” she mumbled behind her thumb, returning her attention to Kenzi in time to see her old diaper still firmly around her waist before the clean one was folded around it. “K-Kenzi!” she whimpered, starting to squirm, watching helplessly as the larger girl opened one of the tapes, tugging the side tight, and fastening it. “W-Wait!”

“It’s all right,” Kenzi assured her. “I tore some holes in the plastic. I know how to double-diaper.”

“Th-That’s not…!” Janet whined, wriggling, wrinkling her nose. “Pl-Please don’t do this!”

But it was too late – not that she thought her words would have had any effect anyway – as Kenzi finished taping her up, pulling her up and turning her back around so that she was sitting on the table, feet dangling over the edge, legs splayed wide by the massive padding.

“You wait there,” Kenzi commanded. “Even the best babysitter has her own needs to take care of now and then.”

Janet watched as Kenzi unzipped her shorts, sliding them down, sitting down on the toilet. “Just think,” the girl mocked. “One day, you’ll be able to use the potty like this, too, instead of going in your pants… Maybe.”

Janet squirmed, blushing at the display, and at the mushy squish that she still felt with every move. She poked at the diaper, barely feeling it through all the layers of padding, then gasped as she realized – whether it was true need, or from the sound of Kenzi doing it – that she did need to go again…
No matter how hard she tried, her thighs barely put a dent in the diaper’s bulk, certainly not enough to help her prevent what was about to happen, as she started to dribble into her pants, right alongside Kenzi, who was getting to do the same thing, but in a toilet, something Janet had taken for granted just a couple days earlier. Now, after everything Hazel and Kenzi had done, and said, as she sat there wetting herself once more, in a huge, messy diaper, that seemed like a distant memory.

Kenzi finished up, wiping herself off and getting re-dressed, standing up and looking at Janet. “Oh, right,” she chuckled to herself. “You have a shirt, too, don’t you? Good thing, too… I’m not sure your onesie would close over that diaper.”

She extracted the tankini top from the bags, tearing off the tags and sliding it down over Janet’s head. Of course, it hadn’t magically grown any longer, so Janet’s diaper was still on display beneath it, more than ever, really, since it was larger. Kenzi finally lifted Janet down from the changing table, shoving the bags of diapers back into her hands, then opening the stall door, marching out to go wash her hands.

Janet trailed behind, shocked at how difficult it was to walk now, mortified that she was still messy, and doing her best to prepare herself for the moment that was bound to happen, once she stepped out of the bathroom, or someone she didn’t know stepped in. There was no way she could hide the diaper now, no hope of them being mistaken as anything else…

“Look at her!” Zella exclaimed. “Oh, it’s too much!” She swooped in, giving Janet a big hug. Janet hoped she’d realize the truth, smell her, or deduce that there was no way one diaper could be that huge – though, she had surely overheard Kenzi talking about doubling up – and change her tune. “Great job, Kenzi! You really are the perfect auntie!”

“I know,” Kenzi agreed, drying off her hands.

“And what about you, Prissy?” Hazel turned her attention downwards. “What do you have to say to her?”

Prissy looked from Zella to Kenzi, her blood boiling at the implication that she ought to thank the latter for what she’d done… But not knowing if she was actually brave enough to do anything about it, especially in her current outfit. She wanted nothing more than to get out of the public eye, away from the throngs of strangers who were going to see her this way…. Or did she want a clean diaper more? It was hard to decide, standing there, stinky and exposed, and utterly humiliated by this whole experience… And knowing that, if she said the wrong thing, no matter how upset she was, she might put herself at risk of another punishment. What WAS she going to say?!

“Thank you so much, Auntie Kenzi, you’re the best!”

“C-Can we just go home?”

“She didn’t even actually change me! I want a new diaper now!”

 

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I Know What You Did Last Halloween – Chapter 2

“Umm, excuse me?” Kassidy rolled her eyes, hardly able to believe she’d almost gone along with this. “No way! I am the head cheerleader here, not you, so there is no way in heck you’re spanking me… I’m the one in charge here, not you!”

“Oh, you are, are you?” Susie smirked, stepping closer to her, hooking the hem of Kassidy’s dress on the tip of the paddle, lifting it up to expose the whole of her diaper. “Then why are you the one wearing those?”

“Because YOU brought them to me!” Kassidy reminded her harshly. “Did you really think that was going to work? Just because I’m dressed like all these other babies doesn’t mean…”

“I’d say it did work,” Susie countered, sliding the paddle downwards, jabbing in where the insults had been scrawled, making Kassidy blush and squirm as the padding was pushed against her crotch. “I didn’t write all those words… But I’d say they’re all true anyway. I would have let you get away with maybe two spanks each, or one if you asked really nicely… Since you couldn’t follow the rules, though, I’d say… five each is fair.”

“Five?!” Kassidy gasped, staring up at the paddle, shifting nervously on the spot. This whole thing certainly took on a different tone, now that the shoe was on the other foot. Last year, a couple swats from the paddle hadn’t seemed like such a big deal; now, staring down the barrel of it herself, it was definitely quite a bit scarier. Except, of course, for the fact that Susie was a tiny little twig, and couldn’t possibly swing the paddle hard enough for it to be all that painful… Kassidy let out a sigh of relief, wondering why she’d been so scared in the first place.

“Do you want to go for six?” Susie teased. “Now… Who would like to do it? I’m afraid my royal arm might not be up to the challenge.”

Had she read her mind?! Kassidy looked around the party, hoping nobody would volunteer, that they’d stay loyal to her, no matter what they’d done to her when she came in… But, almost before she could finish thinking that, Shelly stepped up.

“I’d love to,” she grinned, taking the paddle eagerly. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

“Shelly, no!” Kassidy shook her head. “Shelly, you can’t! I-I’m the head cheerleader!”

“Sure you are,” Shelly grabbed her by the wrist, sitting down in a chair one of the other cheerleaders had set down for her, dragging the protesting Kassidy over her lap. “That’s why you’re in diapers, about to get your backside warmed.”

“Y-You know I am!” Kassidy kicked her feet helplessly, feeling Shelly’s hand slide into the back waistband of her diaper. “Sh-Shelly, don’t you dare! I-I’m kicking you off the squad if…”

The sensation of cool air on her bare bottom shut her up, for a moment, as Shelly pulled the diaper down, exposing Kassidy’s naked bottom to the rest of the party. This was only a dream, Kassidy told herself, her cheeks heating up more and more as she squirmed. None of this was real…

“We’ll start from the beginning,” Shelly told her, rubbing the paddle over Kassidy’s rear, the wood feeling awfully real. “These are for you being lazy. One.”

Kassidy squealed out in pain as the paddle was suddenly lifted, smacked back down. It hurt, definitely, although the shock of it was probably worse. There was no way she could have dreamed that, not without waking up… As impossible as it seemed, this was happening. Her squadmates were really seeing her here, wriggling across Shelly’s lap… They’d seen her in a diaper, had written on it like was she trying out for the team, instead of being in charge of it… They were throwing this party, just like last year, somehow, despite knowing how much trouble it could land them, and especially Kassidy, it…

“This isn’t funny!” she whimpered, reaching back to rub the spot where the paddle had landed. “Shelly, you have to stop! If we don’t take all this down before… Oww!”

Shelly pushed Kassidy’s hand away, pinning it to the small of her back, getting it out of the way for the second spank, counting out with a gleeful, “Two!” She’d taken more time, drawn the paddle back, making far more of an impact on Kassidy, who felt tears spring to her eyes this time.

“Shelly!” she wailed, feet thrashing.

“Three,” Shelly replied, bringing the paddle down again, harder still, making Kassidy wonder how much the girl was holding back… And how much more she’d be able to take. It escalated even more with, “Four!”, and, after “Five!” Kassidy was blubbering, feeling like a naughty child, rather than the confident head cheerleader she’d been not even a full hour ago.

“Wow,” Shelly teased her, “bawling already? That was only the first word… Now, we have to punish you for being disobedient.” She slid the paddle over to Kassidy’s other cheek for that, Kassidy crying, thinking that was even worse, knowing what was coming, feeling the pain spread over her entire bottom… Until Shelly moved on.

“Dumb… It’s hardly fair to punish you for that… You can’t help it, can you?”

Kassidy gasped for air, tears streaming down her face. “N-No,” she shook her head, not caring that she was admitting to being stupid, just wanting to make it stop.

“Too bad,” Shelly shrugged, starting back up, alternating cheeks this time, the paddle smacking down on her already throbbing backside, definitely more painful than the last round… Not that she could go back now. It felt like the paddle had kissed every inch of her bottom, and now it was just deepening the pain and humiliation.

“Little… Maybe that’s not entirely accurate on its own,” Shelly admitted. “You’re definitely a little baby, but little by itself?” Kassidy would have liked to dispute that it was true either way, but couldn’t get any words out. “If I split it up, though, that’s five more spanks you get, so…”

Kassidy really didn’t know how much more she could take once Shelly finished with those, was more than happy to hear that Shelly seemingly forgot what she’d said herself. “Bully is definitely the worst,” she said, skipping over ‘baby’. “And so very, very true… Good thing I’ve been saving up my energy for this one.”

It hadn’t felt like she’d been doing that at all, however, somehow, those next five swats felt like the hardest yet, by far. It didn’t help that Kassidy had already suffered through all the previous ones, of course, but even without those, she was confident these five would have left her a teary-eyed, whimpering mess, legs limp, not even strong enough to kick anymore, simply accepting her punishment, waiting for it to be over.

“And that leaves… Baby,” Shelly declared at last, giving Kassidy a few moments to catch her breath.

“No,” Kassidy groaned. “Pl-Please, Shelly…”

“What’s wrong, Kassidy?” Shelly asked, standing her up, holding her by the shoulders so she didn’t slump down to the floor, diaper bunched just below her bright red bottom, facing out towards the rest of the party, who were snickering away while Shelly stared her in the eyes. “Go on… Why don’t you kick me off the squad now?”

Kassidy swallowed, staring at the other girl fearfully. She would have loved to do that… But, after what Shelly had done to her, it didn’t feel like she had the authority to do that, or anything else, to her. After she’d had her bottom blistered so thoroughly by her, how could she pretend she was in charge?! Especially when there were five more to go…

Bashfully, Kassidy shook her head, staring down at her feet. Shelly smiled smugly, pulling the diaper up over Kassidy’s very sore bottom. “I guess being a baby isn’t really a shortcoming of yours,” she admitted. “It’s just a fact of life…. But I reserve the right to deliver that last round of your spanking at any time, if I change my mind.”

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” Kassidy squeaked, feeling so incredibly grateful, she didn’t realize what she’d called her until a moment later, as Shelly slid back into the crowd. She blushed; she was the head cheerleader, the one in charge… If anyone should be called ‘ma’am’, it was her! But, as she stood there, in a diaper, evidence of her spanking peeking out of the legholes, and making her squirm and sniffle, it definitely didn’t feel that way…

“Very good,” Susie, holding her scepter again, told Shelly. “Let’s have a round of applause for her.”

Kassidy glared, hearing the crowd clap for what had been done to her, at first resolved to make everyone who did pay at the next practice – or the next one she could go to, after her backside had healed, since she wasn’t about to run around in her uniform, or workout clothes, until the redness had worn off – until she saw that it was everyone. Nobody was abstaining, or showing solidarity for her… They all seemed perfectly pleased to see this done to her.

“As for you,” Susie turned her attention back to Kassidy, “I’m not done with you yet. I gave you a simple choice, and you still managed to mess it up. I’m afraid you’re going to have to be punished for that. Since you refuse to follow the rules, why don’t we start with… this?”

The tip of the scepter poked into Kassidy’s diaper, pushing into one of the words written there in particular, the second to last, Kassidy’s eyes widening as it began to glow with a green light. “H-How are you doing that?!” she squeaked, reaching down, trying to brush it off, to keep ‘little’ from shining out from her diaper like a beacon.

When she looked back up at Susie, she got a far bigger shock, realizing the pipsqueak was now taller than her, if only by an inch or two. “Wh-What the fudge?!” Her eyes whipped back downwards, brain racing to come up with an explanation, baffled to see she hadn’t somehow fallen onto her knees without noticing, and Susie hadn’t stepped up onto a ladder or something.

Gazing that way, she also saw something else, her hands clamping to the top of the dress in disbelief, finding that, sure enough, her breasts had shrunken, too, turned to tiny lumps, mostly hidden, beneath the fabric, rather than straining against it. It was impossible, and yet… Susie had turned her into a little girl!

“You change me back right the fudge now, or…!” Kassidy gritted her teeth, glaring up at Susie, realizing how unintimidating she must look now, if she was smaller than the other girl, but unable to help herself. She wished she still believed this was a dream, that it couldn’t possibly be real, no matter how it felt, however, the throbbing in her backside kept that from being possible.

Susie clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “You keep trying to say big girl words, but those aren’t for you… You aren’t a big girl anymore, are you?” She grabbed the pacifier dangling from its leash, sliding it back into the head cheerleader’s mouth. “Although, I have to say… You’re bigger than I expected. I made you the same age as you were the last time you were in diapers, and I expected you to be a cute little toddler, but you aren’t… Now, isn’t that interesting?”

Kassidy blushed, shook her head, trying to deny it, only to find that, this time, she couldn’t simply spit it out. She groaned, working the silicon nipple around in her mouth, trying to push it, get it away from her lips, but it was stuck there.

“Looks like our brave leader had some bladder issues when she was… What, sweetie? Eleven? Twelve? How humiliating… Were you just a bedwetter, or did you have to wear these all the time?” Kassidy gave a muted yell from behind the paci, attempting to dispute the claims, unable to squeeze out any real, audible words. “As good as you are, you must have been cheerleading in high school, at least… Did you get over your problem specifically so you could do that? It must have been so humiliating, thinking about how close you were to running the risk of having to try to hide a diaper beneath your bloomers.”

Kassidy’s cheeks burned, those thoughts coming to her now, imagining doing the same thing with her current uniform, so much skimpier than the one she’d had back in high school… There was no way it wouldn’t be obvious, definitely to her teammates, and probably to everyone in the stands as well, especially during some of the more athletic moves…

“Oh,” Susie grinned. “Or maybe I’m wrong… Maybe Kassidy here is even older than that… I know she used to be so tall and beautiful, but she could easily have been a late bloomer. Is that true, Kassi? Were you still wetting the bed in high school? After you became a cheerleader? I can’t even imagine how embarrassing that would have been, having to tell all your squadmates no every time they invited you to a sleepover, just praying you didn’t have any daytime accidents to give your Mommy an excuse to make you wear them during school again… It isn’t as easy as that, is it? I bet you had to rush home and hide plenty of wet undies from her to avoid that…”

Kassidy burbled uselessly around the pacifier again, head whipping back and forth, trying to tell the other girls it was a lie, that none of that had ever happened, that Susie was making all of this up. And yet, as she stood there, heart thumping in her chest, she could feel a twinge in her bladder…

“And you’re that age again now,” Susie reminded her. “Well, your body is, anyway… Which means is still has all those problems it used to have… And I’m sure if anything triggered your little issue, it was anxiety… And what would make you more nervous than all this?” Susie opened her arms wide, indicating the party, all of Kassidy’s other cheerleaders staring at her, seeing her there, in the form of an awkward tween, dressed like a toddler…

Her thighs shot together as she felt a trickle dribbling down into the padding, rapidly soaking in. She managed to stop it, blushing furiously, but, despite it being no more than a few drops, she could see the diaper discoloring, felt it swell, making it look so much worse than it was…

“Uh-oh!” Susie mocked, poking at the diaper with the scepter again. “It sure sounded like a lot of ‘no’s coming from you, but… You definitely just piddled your Pampers, didn’t you? Maybe we should add ‘liar’ to your diaper…. Though, if we did that, we might have to re-do your spanking. Or do you want to tell us the truth?”

She pulled the pacifier out of Kassidy’s mouth, the head cheerleader immediately starting to babble, hating how high and squeaky her voice sounded as she did, yet desperate to make everyone believe her, to keep her still very sore bottom from another encounter with the paddle. “I-It’s not true! I was never a bedwetter, and I definitely didn’t wet myself during the day! I-I haven’t worn a diaper since I was, like, three! She’s making this all up!”

“Oh?” Kassidy’s stomach rumbled as Susie spoke up again, taking another step towards her, towering taller and taller… Kassidy looked down at herself again, squealing in horror as she watched her body shrink, getting smaller and smaller, filling out with baby fat, turning her, slowly but surely, into a toddler, someone who didn’t look out of place in this ‘costume’ one bit. “Are you saying this is more like it?”

“No!” Kassidy’s hand covered her mouth, shocked to hear how much more childish her voice sounded now. She’d already been the smallest one in the room, but now she felt like she was surrounded by giants, her tiny, chubby legs stumbling backwards, away from Susie, though there was nowhere to escape to.

“So, you were fibbing?” Susie knelt down, raising an eyebrow. “This wasn’t the last time you were in diapers?”

Kassidy nibbled her bottom lip, almost wishing the paci was back, peering around at the party. Did she tell the truth, and let herself be stuck this way? Or lie, letting everyone thinking she’d been a pants-wetter into high school, and reclaim a little of her physical age, at least?

“Come on, Kassidy,” Susie teased. “It’s a simple question… And, as soon as you’re done with it, we can move on to the next game.”

The next game… Kassidy looked over at one of the tables that was set up, gulping at the sight that waited for her there. After the spankings, they’d come up with something else to torment the recruits with, possibly even worse, in its own way. Last year, the table had been covered in baby bottles, all filled with milk, one for every one of their candidates for the squad, and a few extra, to make it more interesting. Half of them had been dosed with laxatives, the strongest they’d been able to find, and safely let people drink… Or so they’d claimed. In reality, it was more like two-thirds that had the drug in them.

There were only three bottles there this time, and Kassidy knew they were all for her, and that, if this was true to last year, one of them was safe. She shook her head, blushing again already, knowing that her diaper was in for far worse than the little accident she’d had in it if she chose poorly…

She’d had the bottle arranged in a particular way last year, so she could direct the girls she liked to the ones she knew were safe. Were they still the same this time? Or had they been switched up, to throw her off? If it followed the pattern, the middle bottle ought to be just milk… But that meant it could be the riskiest one, if whoever has behind this – Susie, she had to assume – knew that, too. Or would she keep it the same, a step ahead of Kassidy already?

“Susie,” she whined. “Please…”

“Answer the question, Kassidy,” Susie snapped. “Or I’ll choose for you… And I don’t think you want that.”

What should Kassidy say?

“I was potty trained at three, and I haven’t had any accidents since then! She’s lying to you!”

“M-Maybe I had a few accidents when I was in high school, b-but it wasn’t that bad…”

Or, “Obviously, the last time I wore a diaper was getting into this costume, like twenty minutes ago, so…”

And which bottle should she choose?

The one on the left?

The one in the middle?

Or the one on the right?

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Trapped – Part 3

“Ugh!” Mai’lyth slashed at the stone walls of the dungeon in frustration, the black metal easily ripping through the stone walls, leaving behind three narrow slits. It had been quite the quest to find the metal the blacksmith had made her weapon out of, one that had ended with an encounter with a dragon that might have killed them all, had Korinn not managed to calm the beast down, finally, thanks to their shared blood, but it had been worth it. It had gotten her through pretty much every trial she’d had since then… Until now.

“Oh, my,” the sorcerer they’d hired turned around, looking over her glasses at Mai. “Is everything all right?”

Mai glowered; she hated everything about this. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to rescue Hana… She was a good teammate, even if she could be a bit of a nag from time to time, and it was nice to not be the shortest member of the party. If there was one thing she hated dealing with, however, it was the undead; if there were two, she’d add elves to that.

As a half-elf, she’d never really fit in with either humans or elves, at least until she’d met Donovan. His powers had made him something of an outcast, too, and they’d become fast friends… She’d never had that with any elf. They were all so tall, and lanky, and looked down at her for choosing to deal with things using her fists, instead of magic.

They needed someone who understood that, though, to figure out how to rescue the halfling, and, unfortunately, all the most powerful mages were elves. Mai had avoided the woman the whole trip back to the dungeon, not wanting to cause trouble, but now, as she waited for the woman to actually do something to earn the gold they were paying her, Mai couldn’t help herself.

“We didn’t bring you here to read books!” she glared. “Open the stupid portal!”

“Mai…” Korinn said, as gently as a giant lizard-person could. “It’s not as simple as that…”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Mai shook her head. “Does the great elf not know how to do the one thing we hired her to do?! I told you we should have tried going to the next town, to…”

Her eyes widened as she realized it was getting harder to move her mouth, until, finally, it stopped altogether, silencing her. “That’s better,” the elf smirked smugly. “It’s much easier to study without the prattling of children.”

Mai’s nostrils flared, head snapping towards Donovan, looking for back-up. That was another thing she hated about full-blooded elves… They thought, just because they were usually hundreds of years old before they ventured out into the world, that they knew better than her, or anyone else… If that woman hadn’t had her magic, she’d be no match for Mai in a fight; even with it, Mai was pretty sure she stood a good chance.

“Let her go,” Donovan ordered, summoning one of his energy knives threateningly.

The elf shrugged, the spell fading with the motion, Mai opening her mouth, then deciding to close it without saying anything. She looked to Donovan, the pair having worked together long enough not to need words.

Except now, apparently. “Mai,” he sighed, “maybe you should just calm down for a minute and give her the chance to get this done.”

Mai couldn’t believe it; he was taking her side?! She should have known that, once a real elf showed up, she wouldn’t be good enough for him anymore… That’s how it always happened. “The longer we stand around here, the more chance that wraith has of finding us!”

“Your shouting,” the elf lectured, in a tone that only made Mai angrier, “is going to do that far quicker than me reading.”

“Fine!” Mai spat, storming to the heavy, wooden door of the room they’d sequestered themselves in.

“Mai, no,” Korinn reached out towards her. “We need to stick together!”

“I don’t need you idiots!” Mai informed them all.

“She’ll be fine,” she heard Donovan say from the other side of the door, after slamming it shut with an echo that bounced down the long, stone hallway to either side of her. “She just needs a little time.”

“I’ll have plenty of time once I put that old biddy in the ground,” she grumbled, storming down the corridor. She wasn’t really going to murder the elf…. probably… but thinking about it did make her feel the tiniest bit better. Honestly, if she got the chance to kill anything, that would likely improve her mood.

Which was why, when she saw the giant spider-web, she decided to take care of it on her own. It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, but, as Hana loved to tell her, there was no telling how large a dire creature could grow to. The party had killed plenty of huge spiders in their time, and they’d all been weak enough that Mai was positive she could have handled them on their own… She didn’t see this one, however, only its web.

“Come on, eight-eyes,” she taunted, reaching up for the web with a grin. “Let’s dance.”

Was the webbing thicker than what they’d seen with their previous encounters? It had been a while, so it was hard to judge. She knew it was going to be sticky, so she was careful to position to blades of her gauntlet where she could easily slice through it before she grabbed ahold and gave it a tug.

She was right; her gauntlet refused to budge once she’d done that, stuck fast in the spider’s web. “Great,” she huffed, knowing she was either going to have to spend hours cleaning it up after they got out of this dungeon, or beg the elf – or Hana, when they’d saved her, as a way for the halfling to say ‘thanks’ – to use a spell to do it. “You’re really in for it now!” she threatened the unseen menace, giving the gauntlet a twist, glad she’d been smart enough to prepare.

Except… The blades didn’t cut the webbing. She frowned, trying again, with the same results. “That’s impossible,” she mused to herself. They went through stones, and bone, with very little problem… Why would they have any trouble with some spiderweb, no matter how big it was?

She gasped, feeling a response tug, one so strong it nearly pulled her off of her feet. “That silly little halfling was right,” she muttered, right before she felt another pull, throwing her off balance, pulling her forward… She tried to brace herself, but there was no need, since she didn’t hit the stone floor at all… Instead, she landed on the web.

“Get off!” she ordered, struggling with all of her might to break free, feeling her rage build up more and more when it did nothing, until, finally, she was about to explode…

And that’s when it happened. It was a sting at first, and then a burning, spreading slowly through her body, as she fought to turn herself, to see what that had been… “Oh, gods,” she groaned, seeing the spider above her, venom practically dripping from its fangs. She wasn’t sure if the poison was already affecting her vision, but its legs almost looked like shadows, and more similar to the tentacles from some sea creature than what she’d seen on any other spider…

No. There was no time to be afraid… She needed to get angry, mad at this monster for taking her by surprise, for biting her, for daring to mess with her in the first place, even if she’d basically begged it to… A grin crossed her face as she felt it flow through her, ready for the surge of strength that came with it, sure it would be enough to let her cut her way out of the web, and tear this thing apart…

“Whoa!” she frowned as her hand slipped out of her gauntlet. That was strange… She’d had it made to fit her perfectly, to never have to worry about that happening in a time like this… She reached up for it frantically, only to discover the spider must have pulled the gauntlet away from her, because it was too far away for her to reach…

“Come on,” she shook her head, swallowing nervously, heart starting to race. How could she have let herself fall out of her rage so easily?! “I don’t even need that stupid thing… I can kill a spider with my bare hands!”

She let the anger overtake her again, but, this time, it ended with her tumbling out of the web, landing hard on her backside, stunning her for a moment before she could look up and see her tunic up in the web now, a split second before she felt the cool draft of the dungeon on her bare chest. Her rage was already surging back through her, intermingled with humiliation, as she glanced down at herself, trying to scramble to her feet, seeing, in horror, her legs shrinking right out of her pants, leaving them behind as she stood.

The poison… It had to be the poison. She didn’t know how, but it was making her smaller, every time she tried to use her rage. She snatched up her pants, trying to cover herself, turning to run down the corridor, back to the party, knowing she was no chance for the spider now, only to feel the cold embrace of a tentacle wrapping around her ankle, pulling her down, dragging her backwards, towards the web…

“Let me go!” she squealed, struggling helplessly. “Let go of me!”

“It’s all right, it’s all right,” an unfamiliar voice told her gently. Mai flinched as she opened her eyes, seeing a huge woman’s face over hers, looking down at her, blushing as she felt her bladder dribble out into… She wasn’t sure. She’d thought she was naked, and yet, there was definitely something there now, something big, and thick, and bulky… “You were just having a bad dream, dear…”

“No, I wasn’t!” Mai insisted. “A-And who are you?!”

“Don’t be silly,” the woman chuckled, peeling back the covers. Mai was shocked to realize she was able to move again, although she refused to believe some blankets were the only thing that had been keeping her pinned down. “Let’s get you into a fresh diaper, sweetie, and then you can play.”

“D-Diap…” Mai’s eyes flashed in humiliation and anger at the implication that she’d need to wear such a thing, just to see the woman seem to grow even larger in front of her. Thankfully, it didn’t appear that she’d shrunken out of her clothes again, though, less pleasantly, when she looked down at herself, so could see a definitely bulge beneath her fluffy, pink pants that made her suspect that perhaps the woman was telling the truth after all.

“L-Let go of me, giant!” Mai demanded as the woman picked her up, resting her on her hip.

“Giant?” the woman laughed. “Such imagination… I’m no giant, cutie.” She laid Mai down on her back, tapping her lightly on her nose. “Just because you’re so small doesn’t mean everyone else is a giant.”

“I-I’m not small!” Mai fumed. For a half-elf, she was fairly average… It wasn’t her fault she spent her time surrounded by a particularly tall human, a dragonborn, and now some big, spindly full elf… Though, all of their heights paled in comparison to this woman.

“Hmm,” the woman thought for a moment. “Not compared to the little babies, I suppose.” She slid Mai’s pants off, revealing a shiny garment beneath, one that made noise with each of Mai’s frantic squirms. “Compared to the other kids your age, though, sweetie, I’m afraid you are…. Not that it’s a bad thing!”

Mai blushed, watching the woman tear open the garment, leaving her naked, exposed, too tiny and weak to stop her from wiping her privates with a cool cloth, take away the garment, replace it with a new one, after sprinkling some sweet-smelling powder on her. “Isn’t that better?” the woman grinned. “A nice, fresh diaper for you!”

“I-I don’t need diapers,” Mai whined, pawing at the thing.

“Mai,” the woman raised her eyebrow. “Do you need your gloves?”

Gloves… Mai nodded frantically. She didn’t call her gauntlet that, but she could see how someone uninformed might. If she had it, then she might have a chance to escape this place, wherever she was, and get back to the dungeon…

The woman looked surprised. “You want them? All right…” She stepped away a moment, not long enough for Mai to escape, then returned not with Mai’s bladed gauntlet, but a pair of pink, fuzzy mittens, which she easily pulled over Mai’s hands, despite the girl’s protests. She didn’t feel stronger with these on, like she did with her gauntlet… She felt weaker, like a kitten, her fingers spread far apart, useless…

“I don’t think you need your little PJ pants now, do you?” the woman asked. “Not to play.” She picked up Mai, wearing her shirt, a diaper, and mittens, and carried her into another room, one filled with children, setting her down among them.

Mai’s stomach roiled, realizing the woman might not have been lying after all… Either these were all giants, or Mai truly was the one who had become small, rather than the woman being huge. She was smaller than most of them, even the ones dressed similarly to her, in diapers…

This was wrong… This was all wrong. “I don’t belong here!” she yelled angrily at the woman, racing after her, nearly falling thanks to the unfamiliar bulk of the diaper between her thighs. “Put me back right now!”

“Oh, Mai,” the woman stopped, turned around, kneeling down with a grin. “You are exactly where you belong.”

Mai could feel the rage building up inside her once more, and she let it out the only way she could at the moment, as tiny as she was, with her hands useless… She threw an epic tantrum. Tears stung her eyes as she stomped her feet, screaming at the woman, “No, I’m not! I’m not a baby, I’m a big girl! Let me out of here right now!”

She gasped as she lost her balance, falling flat on her padded bottom, but that didn’t stop her. She flailed and kicked, wailing and screaming, until she’d tired herself out, doing nothing except, as she realized once the woman plucked her off the ground, making herself smaller, and weaker.

“I think somebody has earned themselves a time-out,” the woman lectured, putting Mai down on her feet in the corner of the room. “I’ll tell you when it’s over, and if I see you out of here before I do, you’re going over my lap, little lady!”

Mai was a fearsome warrior, one of the strongest and most deadly on the team, despite her small size… But, in the moment, she didn’t have much of a choice, other than to do as she was told, like a naughty child. She’d been shrunken, she’d lost her gauntlet, and even her rage, which, at one time, was scary enough to make any grown man quiver, had been reduced to a toddler’s tantrum… And, if she used it, she’d get smaller, still….

And the scariest part was, she couldn’t help herself. She’d spent years developing her rage, learning how to more easily fall into it so she could access it when she needed it… It was second nature to her. How tiny was she going to get, she wondered, before the venom finally wore off?

“M-Mai?”

Mai turned, forgetting the order she’d just been given at the sound of the voice. Sure enough, there was Hana, standing there in a tiny dress and clearly wet diaper, thumb in her mouth, clutching a stuffed animal in the shape of a bird. “I-I thought that was you… I-I mean…” She frowned, nibbling on her thumb, confused. “Y-You are real?”

“I am,” Mai told her, rushing forward, pulling the girl into a hug… Only to realize, to her horror, that she was already shorter than her, that, even as she said the words, “I-I came here to rescue you,” that she’d utterly failed. “Y-You can use your magic to get us out of this place… Right?”

“Magic?” Hana shook her head. “N-No, I can’t do that… Th-That was my imagination… B-But… So were you…” She chewed harder on her thumb, tears starting to fill her eyes. “I-I don’t know…”

“Mai!” the woman swept back in with a flash. “I told you to stay in the corner! And now you’re upsetting Hana… I’d say you definitely deserve a spanking now, young lady!”

“B-But…” Hana was still sputtering uncertainly.

“It’s okay,” the woman knelt down in front of her, giving her a hug. “There’s nothing to be scared about, sweetie… She just like to play pretend, like you… But don’t worry… She’s nowhere near as clever as you. I’m sure she’ll forget all about it even quicker than you did. Now, come along, Mai… It’s time for your punishment.”

 

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I Know What You Did Last Halloween – Chapter 1

Kassidy rolled her eyes as she heard a knock at her dorm door, checking the time on her phone to confirm what she already knew – the girl was late. She sighed, letting the knock ring out again before getting off her bed, stretching her long legs, mostly bare beneath her short shorts, as she slowly strutted over to answer.

“H-Here you go,” the smaller girl squeaked, holding out a shopping bag, face red. Kassidy didn’t take it, waiting expectantly as she stared down at the girl, waiting for an apology that didn’t come until she held her phone up, pointedly checking the time. “S-Sorry!” she exclaimed then. “Th-The store was really busy, a-and…”

“I didn’t ask for excuses,” Kassidy sniffed, grabbing the bag from the girl at last, turning around to saunter back to her bed. She glanced back, letting out a huff when she saw her door still open, the figure still standing there, stupidly. “Well, come in,” she ordered. “Let’s see how you did.”

“Umm…” the girl blushed, scrambling into the room, shutting the door behind her. “B-Before you open it, I-I should tell you…”

“Seriously?” Kassidy shook her head. “You’re late, and you got it wrong? Do you even want to join the cheerleading squad?”

“I do!” the girl nodded. “I-I really, really do!”

“Well, then,” Kassidy spun back around, grabbing the girl by the chin, forcing her to look up from her sneakers, into Kassidy’s face, “I’d better like this, or you can kiss the chance to do that goodbye, little miss… What’s your name again?”

The girl blushed, looking a bit crestfallen that, after everything Kassidy had made her do, the head cheerleader didn’t even remember her name. “Susie,” she replied quietly. “I-It’s Susie…”

“Right,” Kassidy said dismissively. “Let’s see what you got, then, Susie-Q.” She opened the bag, reaching inside, pulling out the first item. There was something familiar about it, although it wasn’t until she’d lifted it clear, and saw what else was inside, that she recognized it, instantly dropping it, cheeks and eyes blazing as she turned to Susie, grabbing her arm and twisting it cruelly. “What the hell is the meaning of this?!”

“Ow!” Susie gasped, tears springing to her eyes. “I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t… Th-The person at the store said…”

“Yeah, right,” Kassidy bent the girl’s arm further, Susie whimpering and squirming as she tried to get away. “So, what, did you want a little revenge? Huh? Is that it? We already had to apologize, and…”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Susie pleaded. “I-I just took what they recommended! I-I can take it back! I-I’m sorry!”

Kassidy sneered, staring down at the powerless girl beneath her, remembering all the trouble she and her squad had gotten in the year before… And reminding herself that Susie hadn’t been there. She was a freshman, which was why she was trying to make the team this year. She let go of her, almost letting an apology slip out, though, since Susie hadn’t gotten her what she requested, it didn’t seem worth it, whether she knew the significance of what she’d gotten instead or not.

“D-Do you want me to return it?” Susie asked, rubbing her arm, tears still shining in her eyes.

“Just get out,” Kassidy rolled her eyes, waving her off.

“D-Do I still have a chance at making the team?” the girl gulped.

Kassidy looked the girl up and down, and, in a moment of uncharacteristic honesty, told her, “You never did.” The girl’s expression almost made her regret it, but, really, what had she expected? Kassidy had been cheerleading since she was old enough to walk, had worked out, watched what she ate, for years… Susie was a scrawny little pipsqueak, cute in a baby sister sort of way, certainly not hot like Kassidy, or the other members of the squad. She’d probably dreamed of being a cheerleader for years, and never got up the courage to try out until college, when she’d decided she wanted a fresh start, to try all the things she’d never done before… As if cheerleading was some hobby she could get into now, rather than a way of life.

“B-But I-I’ve been running errands for you for weeks!” Susie’s hands balled up into fists, her sneakered foot stomping.

“And you didn’t do very well at that, either,” Kassidy shrugged. “Bye-bye. Have a good life.”

Susie looked like she wanted to say something more, her mouth opening and closing, once or twice, but, in the end, she stormed off, slamming the door behind her. It was too bad Kassidy was losing her little gofer, but there was always more… Besides, it was almost the time of year where she had to finalize who actually got into the squad.

She turned back to the bag, her stomach lurching slightly as she saw what was inside again. That timing was the whole reason for the party she’d thrown last year… The one that had nearly gotten her kicked out. She hardly thought it was fair; she knew the frats and sororities had way harsher hazing rituals, despite the rules against them. Maybe she’d been a bit too public with it, or, more likely, the girls who hadn’t gotten in, even after what she’d put them through, were sore losers.

This was definitely the same dress she’d had them all wear, though, and, beneath it, all the accessories were the same, too… That was quite the coincidence. And maybe that was all it was… She hadn’t found the costume herself, one of the other members of her squad, Shelly, had, and had suggested they make the girls trying out wear them. Kassidy had come up with the idea for the party, however, had really latched onto it and ran with it. She didn’t think all of this stuff had been included in the original costume, that they’d had to find some of it elsewhere, but perhaps she was misremembering.

Part of her almost wished she’d kept Susie around a little longer, had forced her to wear it instead; it would certainly suit her more. Of course, the dean had threatened to expel Kassidy if he saw anybody else wearing that costume on campus. Kassidy could have claimed Susie picked it out herself, and hadn’t known any better – which would have been true, in a sense – but then, if Susie backed her up, Kassidy probably would have had to let her onto the squad to keep her from going back and telling the truth.

And, really… Maybe it was better this way. It was embarrassing, obviously, but she could probably rock it. She’d worked hard on her body, and was proud of it, and, if anyone could make it look good, she knew it would be her. The dean could hardly be mad at her if she was the one he saw in it, since it wasn’t like she’d forced herself to put it on as initiation… The thought almost made her want to strut past his office in it, revel in the fact that he couldn’t do anything about it…

She didn’t have anything else to wear, anyway. “Whatever,” she said out loud, stripping out of her outfit, and picking up the dress. It was pretty simple, a light pink babydoll dress with an empire waist, a big, white bow in the middle of the chest, and tiny, cap sleeves. The skirt was short enough to leave the majority of her panties exposed after she slipped into it… But that wasn’t what she was going to be wearing underneath.

She paused, staring down at what she’d have on instead. Was she actually going to go through with this?! It wasn’t really a costume without it, just her showing off her legs, and her undies… Although, to be fair, wasn’t that what Halloween was all about? She reached out, pushing a finger into the folded-up garment, hearing it crinkle just as loud as the bag it was sitting it. She could still remember all the prospective new cheerleaders toddling around in them, and the sound they’d made… It was like being in a daycare…

And now, she was going to be one of them. Except, this time, she’d be the only one. She was nearly positive now the costume hadn’t originally come with these, that there had been some little cloth thing that looked more like a bikini bottom, and would have been completely non-functional… But she must be wrong about that. How else would Susie have gotten the exact same kind?

Maybe they weren’t; it was hard to judge, since they were pure white, no decorations of any kind, which almost made them more infantile. They looked the same, sounded the same, appeared to be the same thickness… But there wasn’t that much to go on to confirm that her sneaking suspicion was correct.

Of course, for the party, all the girls had been ordered not to wear anything underneath, since that would defeat the purpose. She had no real reason to follow those rules, so she kept her skimpy panties on as she spread the thing out, sitting down on it, blushing as she sank into the soft padding, feeling it caress her skin in all the many places her underwear didn’t cover. What was wrong with her?! She was the captain of the cheerleading squad… Was she seriously about to put herself in a diaper?!

“It’s just a costume,” she told herself, pulling it up between her legs, taping it into place. She, obviously, didn’t have much experience doing that to herself, so it was awkward, sloppy… Which let it slide down her hips, exposing the top of her panties, letting anyone curious enough peek inside and see the underwear there.

That made her feel better, made it extra clear that what she’d just reminded herself of was true, and ensured that anyone who saw her would be aware of that, too. It still felt strange, having that extra bulk between her legs as she rustled through the rest of the bag’s contents, but she wasn’t worried about it, now that she was done with the toughest part. She clipped the pacifier leash onto the dress, pulled on the frilly ankle socks, and shiny Mary Janes, and tied her hair into a pair of childish ponytails with the pink ribbons, admiring herself in the mirror.

“That is one sexy baby,” she nodded approvingly, grabbing her purse and opened up her dorm room door, stepping out into…

The party.

At first, she was confused, trying to remember if her floormates had mentioned throwing a Halloween party, before realizing that, if they had, she definitely would have heard it. Then, she realized she wasn’t standing in the hall at all.

It probably should have hit her sooner, but it was so unexpected that it hadn’t even occurred to her that she could be anywhere else. It was somewhere else she spent a lot of time, as well, so it felt very familiar.

But how had she gotten to the workout space the squad used when it was too rainy or cold to work outside? And why was it decorated with the same baby shower decorations they’d bought for the party last year? She knew they were the same, because the one declaring, ‘It’s A Girl!’ in baby blocks was lopsided, Lottie having accidentally snapped the string holding two of the letters together and had to tape them together.

Kassidy frowned, looking around, eyes widening as she realized she was not, in fact, the only girl dressed in this costume… She could see most of her squad there, wearing their typical sexy Halloween costumes, but everyone else was dressed exactly the same as her. Perhaps she should have felt safety in numbers, though, instead, it made her feel more self-conscious… And much more worried about what was going on.

“Shelly!” she exclaimed, spotting the girl across the room. She was pretty sure she was in the same skimpy cat outfit she’d worn the year before, but she didn’t have time to ask about that now. “Shelly, what are you doing?!” she demanded. “If the dean finds out about this…!”

Shelly turned towards her with a smirk. “Are you seriously threatening to tell the dean?” she asked, examining Kassidy’s costume. “You’re never going to get into the squad that way, newbie… Just like you’ll never get in if you can’t put your costume on correctly. Are you too lazy to read the directions, or too stupid?”

“Shelly!” Kassidy gasped, shocked that her friend would speak to her that way… And a little impressed she had the guts. “What has gotten into…?”

“Here,” Shelly offered, reaching over, behind the spare decorations, and picking up a pair of scissors. “Let me help you.” She reached in past Kassidy’s loose, drooping diaper, sliding one blade of the scissors beneath the legband of her panties… And gave them a snip.

“Shelly! What the hell?!” Kassidy could hardly believe this was happening, the surprise keeping her from being able to react in time to keep Shelly from doing the same to the other side of her underwear, before yanking them out of the diaper.

“These,” Shelly held the ruined panties up, “are a big no-no. You’re lucky I don’t shove them into your mouth… But then there’d be no room for your paci.” She grabbed the pacifier dangling from its leash, slipping it into Kassidy’s gaping mouth. “So I’ll just put them where they belong instead,” Shelly said, tossing them into the garbage can.

Kassidy spat the pacifier out, fuming, the leash catching it and letting it dangle against her dress. “Shelly, don’t think I won’t kick you off the squad, you… Ouch!”

She was taken by surprise with a hard swat to her backside, and the pacifier’s much rougher return to her mouth. “You should really learn to do as you’re told,” Shelly informed her. “Or you’re not going to last long here, little girl.”

What was she talking about?! Kassidy reached up to take the pacifier back out, only to have her hand smacked this time. “Maybe you are just dumb,” Shelly mused. “Now lay down.” Before Kassidy could comply, Shelly had shoved her to the floor, pushing her onto her back, pinning her there. “I have a baby sister, so I have plenty of practice with this,” Shelly said. “Though she’s a lot less trouble than you.”

Kassidy squirmed helplessly as she watched her friend untape her diaper, readjusting it, tugging it taut, taping it snugly back into place. Kassidy’s eyes widened, feeling the garment’s full embrace for the first time, experiencing the padding gently rubbing against her privates as she wiggled, every move reminding her of what she was wearing.

“Let’s see…” Shelly looked down at her once she was finished, thinking for a moment before grabbing the miniature Sharpie she was wearing on a lanyard around her neck, the same one all the cheerleaders had worn the year before at the party, the reason they’d gone with the plain, white diapers, instead of some with a more babyish design.

“What are you doing, Shell?!” she squealed from behind her pacifier. “It’s me!”

“Yes, it is,” Shelly nodded, starting to write on Kassidy’s diaper. “And you are a lazy, disobedient, dumb little baby.”

Kassidy whimpered, seeing those last five words scrawled across her diaper as Shelly finally got off of her. She’d encouraged all of her cheerleaders to write whatever they didn’t like about the potential new recruits on their diaper, as a way to prepare them for the first activity… But why was Shelly doing it to her?! Why was it happening at all this year?! The team knew how much trouble they’d get in if they were caught again, and Kassidy had told it would be best if they didn’t throw a Halloween party at all this year…

Was this a coup? Were they doing this to try to get caught, so that she’d end up expelled, with the dean assuming it must have been her idea?! Maybe they’d told Susie to deliver that costume to her. But… If that was the case, why would they want her dressed like the newbies? That didn’t make it look like she was in charge at all…

Before she could demand an explanation from Shelly, a hush fell over the crowd as someone stepped to the front of the room. Kassidy saw her from the back first, saw the crown, the corset decorated with hearts, the short skirt, her head spinning as she remembered picking that out the year before, putting it on for the party… She was the head cheerleader, after all; why wouldn’t she be the Queen of Hearts?

Obviously, she wasn’t wearing it now, though… Was she?! She looked around at the party, realizing the rest of the squad was dressed in the same costumes as the previous year, that some of the ones missing, that had just joined after this party, were among the girls in diapers instead… Was this… the same party? Literally? Had she somehow gone back in time?! When the Queen of Hearts turned around… Would it be her?!

It wasn’t, although the truth was no less strange. “Welcome, my loyal subjects,” Susie declared, waving her scepter. “I see I have some new peasants who wish to join my court… Well, I guess we’ll see which of you is worthy after tonight. I suppose it’s time to begin.” She held out her scepter, one of the cheerleaders taking it, and replacing it with a large, wooden paddle, wicked-looking holes drilled up and down its length. “Let’s see… Why don’t we start with… you.”

She pointed the paddle right at Kassidy, the crowd parting around her, leaving her all alone, with no doubt that she was the one being beckoned. She swallowed, looking around, trying to will her squad to recognize her, to stop this… Or herself to wake up.

When she didn’t move, Shelly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her forward. “As you can see, your Majesty,” she said, giving a little curtsy, “she’s not very smart… Or obedient.”

“Indeed,” Susie nodded, looking at Kassidy’s diaper. “I think there’s one thing that’s been left off, though.” She called Shelly closer, took her marker, then bent down in front of Kassidy, writing one more word, bigger than all the rest, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

Kassidy glanced down, blushing at the sight of, ‘Bully’ scrawled across her diaper. Susie took her pacifier, plucking it out of her mouth. “Well, then,” she smirked. “What do you think? What punishment do you think you’ve earned?”

Kassidy’s eyes widened, staring down at the paddle, and around at the people staring at her, not seeming to know who she was, that she was meant to be the one in charge. She had been when this had really happened, after all… Which meant she knew exactly how this worked. Each of the girls had to decide how many spanks they deserved, based on what had been written about them on their diaper… And, if they under-estimated, she’d had plenty of other punishments to make them regret it…. None of which she wanted now, if that was what was in store for her…

“Well?” Susie raised an eyebrow. “We’re waiting…”

Kassidy still had no idea what was happening, but she knew she had to come up with some kind of answer. What would it be?! Did she want to play into this, or not? Should she play it safe, and go for a high number, so she knew nobody could argue with it, or try to sneak through with as few as possible? This all seemed impossible, though, if she was dreaming, maybe the spank would wake her up? If not, however, if this was somehow real, she didn’t want to go too crazy… Did she? She supposed there was only one way to find out…

But what was she going to say?!

“None! I’m the head cheerleader here, not you, which means I’m the one in charge!”

“This is stupid, but I guess I’ll take one, just to humor you.”

“Ten? Th-That seems fair, right?”

“I-If it please your Majesty, and her court, I will accept t-twenty-five spanks.”

And…

Who will deliver the spanking?!

Susie herself?

Shelly?

Kassidy’s boyfriend?

Or Kassidy’s mother?

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 19

Janet swallowed a sigh as she made herself squash down her actual concerns, and requests, and told the girls what they clearly wanted to hear. “You both look really pretty!” she chirped, fidgeting on the bench. “I-I hope I look like you two when I’m a big girl!”

It was an insane thing to say, certainly for someone older than either of them, but she definitely felt like she was the little girl here, just waiting for the day when she grew up, and was allowed to wear things like Kenzi and Hazel had on. A few days ago, she could have; now, she’d have to worry about whether Zella would allow it, and whether the bottoms would go over her diapers.

She knew she didn’t need them, however, Hazel didn’t, and she was in charge. And, considering how many the girl was buying, it appeared she was going to be wearing them full time for the rest of the weekend. Thankfully, after that, the girl would be gone… The longer she stayed in them, though, the more awkward the inevitable confrontation between Hazel and Harrison, where he told her who ‘Prissy’ really was.

“Thank you,” Kenzi gave her a hug. “What a little sweetie!”

“I guess so,” Zella agreed teasingly. “For a bratty baby sister.” She adjusted her bikini, examined her reflection again, then shrugged. “Let’s see what else we can find.”

They walked out, leaving Janet all alone in the room again, with no indication they were going to bring her a new outfit, and definitely no diaper change. Janet whimpered, tugging at the crotch of her onesie, wondering how long this was going to last… She felt like a real toddler, helpless to do anything about it herself, trapped in her mucky prison until her babysitters decided it was time to help her.

She probably had time to change… If she hurried, she could likely be done before they returned. The cashier could still scan the package she opened – and would likely look from the opening to Janet, and know she hadn’t even been able to wait until they were done shopping for a fresh diaper – so it wouldn’t really be shoplifting. What would she do with the old diaper, then? And Zella and Kenzi would definitely notice…

Besides, she had no experience with changing herself. She was confident she could have handled a wet diaper no problem, even in an unfamiliar place like a dressing room… But a messy one? That was going to be a lot more work. It would be much easier, and less risky, to wait until Janet did it… It was just too bad she had no idea when that would be.

The girls returned with a couple more options, trying them each on in turn before making their choice. Hazel asked Janet’s opinion again, but she didn’t have anything valuable to add. “Y-You look pretty in all of them,” she said lamely. It was hard to judge; what she’d said was true. Both of them looked so much more grown-up and mature than her in everything they’d tried on, and their own clothes…

“I think I’m going to go with this one,” Kenzi held up a watermelon-print skirtini. “You sure it’s not too childish?”

“No way,” Hazel assured her. “You look hot.” Her choice, however, was a more plain, and more skimpy, black string bikini, one that hardly seemed to cover anything, but still established her as the leader she had been back in high school among her little group of mean girls.

Despite what she had been told when they were coming here, there was no sign of any outfit for Janet – other than the diapers, of course, but they weren’t an outfit by themselves… Were they?! – though she wasn’t about to complain. All she wanted to do was get up off this bench, carry her diapers to the front of the store so they could check out, then, hopefully, get changed.

It was a good thing she wasn’t the bratty little girl Zella thought she was, or else she’d be upset at the betrayal of their supposed goal here… Honestly, despite herself, she still was, a bit. Not enough to stomp her feet and throw a tantrum the way the child Hazel saw her as might, but certainly let down by the lack of follow-through.

“Actually,” Kenzi spoke up as they began gathering up the pieces of the various suits they’d tried, “there is one more thing I wanted to see.”

“Oh,” Hazel nodded. “That one? Yeah, you might as well go get it.”

Kenzi smiled as she headed out, leaving the door open behind her. Janet blushed, squirming on the bench, not allowed to get up yet, staring out, watching the girl drop her things off at the unmanned service counter, trying to scoot herself behind Hazel’s moving figure whenever she saw a flash of someone else appear outside the door, terrified they’d peek in and see her there in her onesie.

Kenzi appeared after a minute, thankfully shutting the door this time. True to her word, she’d only brought one item with her this time… And it was an odd one. It was only one piece of a swimsuit, a top without any bottoms, and one that looked too small for her, not to mention far more immature than the watermelons she’d been so concerned about. It was a tankini, hot pink, with a lighter pink flamingo taking up a good portion of the front, wearing sunglasses, with a flower made of a separate piece of cloth behind its ‘ear’. Its tail was made up of several rows of scalloped cloth, which didn’t at all look like it would be good for trying to swim in.

“You’re right,” Zella chuckled. “That is perfect.”

To Janet’s surprise, Hazel turned to her, started to unsnap her onesie. Was she going to change her after all? She was glad, although she couldn’t help blushing as she felt the girl’s fingers brushing against her lumpy diaper, and thought about how Kenzi was going to be there, watching, the whole time… Hopefully, she’d be so busy trying on her silly tankini she wouldn’t pay much attention to what was going on behind her.

But that wasn’t what happened at all. Hazel slid the onesie up over Janet’s head, lifting her down off the bench, then, with a pat to her droopy diaper, sent her toddling towards Kenzi. Janet blushed, awkwardly attempting to cover her bare chest, feeling especially self-conscious as she saw herself in the mirror, heavy, slightly discolored diaper between her thighs.

“No, silly,” Kenzi told her. “Arms up!”

“Huh?” Janet frowned, looking up at her, the pieces slowly sliding into place as the other girl took control, grabbing her arms and straightening them out, right before she slid the tankini top down them. Of course that hadn’t been for Kenzi… It was for her.

It was a bit tight, just enough to render her completely flat-chested, the high neck-line ensuring there would be no peeking at any cleavage she might have had beneath there anyway. It was obviously designed to go with another piece, but, without it, it ended at her belly button. The tail fanned out a little further down, brushing against the waistband of her diaper, though it was far from substantial enough to come close to hiding anything.

“Oh, my God!” Kenzi squealed, giving Janet a squeeze. “She is too cute!”

In the mirror’s reflection, Janet saw Hazel pause from her cleaning up, smirk. “You were right,” she agreed. “That’s perfect for her. Go on, Prissy, tell your Auntie Kenzi thank you.”

“B-But…” Janet protested, without thinking. This was only half an outfit!

Of course, she knew better, and it was hardly a surprise when Zella swooped in, swatted her squishy rear. “Why are you being so rude today, young lady?” she demanded. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you’ve been practically begging for a spanking all day! Do you just not think I’ll do it here?” She sat down on the bench. “Because I assure you, I will. Now, thank your Auntie Kenzi, or waddle your padded butt over here,” she said, punctuating the end with an ominous pat to her lap.

Janet felt her diaper warming up, growing even ickier, as she nervously dribbled into it, and she would have almost swore she saw Kenzi grin widen as she looked at her, as if she knew. “Th-Thank you,” she mumbled. “I-It’s very nice. Umm… A-Are there any bottoms that go with it?”

Kenzi smirked, following her friend’s example by swatting the smaller girl’s seat. “Yours looks like it goes with it perfectly!” she teased. “And you’re welcome, cutie. I’m glad you like it. Oh, I know! Since you love it so much, maybe you should wear it to the check-out! How about that?”

Janet’s stomach lurched, imagining having to step out of the fitting room like this, much less toddle her way across the store, her dirty diaper on full display. The onesie had been bad enough… There was little chance anyone had seen her in that and not known what she was wearing, or ventured close enough to smell her and not known what had happened in her diaper, but it was possible someone might be absent-minded enough not to realize… Like this, however, that chance clicked down to zero. Everyone they passed, that even looked in their direction, would see, and know.

Could she say no?! She’d almost gotten in trouble just a moment before for trying that… This was a little different, though she wasn’t sure how much that would matter to her babysitter. She gulped, palms sweating, as her mind raced for a way out of this, to prevent herself from having to put her humiliation on display like this, from parading around in her messy pants like an oblivious toddler…

“That’s a good idea,” Hazel agreed. “We could take the tags off, and have the cashier scan them.”

“I-I don’t wanna make any trouble,” Janet finally managed to speak.

“Oh, I’m sure they won’t mind,” Kenzi told her. “I’m sure they understand how it is with little kids… If they want to keep something on, sometimes it’s easier to humor them. And, after they see you, and all your diapers, they’ll know you couldn’t possibly be anything other than a very, very little kid.”

Janet frowned for a second, the phrasing strange enough to give her pause, to make her wonder if, maybe, Kenzi knew the truth, that she wasn’t a child after all… But that wasn’t what was important right now. She had to find a way to keep them from doing this to her! “I-I really like my onesie, too,” she blurted out. “A-And I’ve barely gotten to wear it!”

“Aww,” Kenzi gave a playful, exaggerated, pout. “You like what your big sister picked for you more than what your auntie picked?”

“Umm…” Janet swallowed, looking between the two other girls, not certain how much of that was a joke, how much trouble she’d get in, no matter how she answered. In the back of her mind, she wondered how Kenzi knew Zella had bought her the onesie, but, again, she was too worked up about other things to give it too much thought.

“Don’t confuse her,” Hazel chuckled. “It’s all right, Prissy, you’ll have plenty of time to wear both. If you want the onesie now, you can wear it, and I promise Auntie Kenzi won’t be mad at you.”

“I won’t,” Kenzi promised, bending down. “As long as you give me a kiss.” She pointed to her cheek, and, obediently, Janet planted a kiss there before toddling back to Zella to get stripped down to her diaper again, snapped back into her onesie, wrinkling her nose as the snaps pulled the droopy diaper tight against her bottom once more.

Hazel balanced the tower of diapers in Janet’s arms, and the two bigger girls escorted her to the front of the store, finally, thankfully, finished with their own shopping. After that display in the fitting room, seeing the differences between them in their swimsuits, Janet was feeling smaller than ever, more like nobody would give her, and her pile of diapers, a second look – at least not while she had it ‘hidden’ with her onesie – since it was clear she was tiny and immature enough to need them.

Once they arrived at the checkout lane, however, and had to stand still for a minute, she started to feel more nervous again. At a glimpse, compared to Hazel and Kenzi, she could imagine someone assuming she was a toddler… The longer she stood still, and gave people the chance to get a better look at her, the more she worried they’d realize the truth. Especially when she saw who the cashier was… She didn’t know her name, but Janet saw her here almost every single time she came to this store. She was an older lady, and seemed nice enough… Would she recognize Janet, though?

And did Janet want her to? She’d been so desperate, the day before, to find somebody who could tell Hazel the truth about her… Now, however, after everything that had happened, she wasn’t so sure. She definitely didn’t think she wanted it to happen now, in public, while she was still in her messy diaper.

Janet dropped the diapers onto the conveyor belt when it was their turn in the line, tried to hide behind Zella, hoping that the cashier wouldn’t notice her, wouldn’t say anything, but that only seemed to draw more attention to her. “This is certainly a lot of diapers,” the cashier commented. “She looks like she should be just about ready for potty training.”

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” Hazel smiled. “I’m not so sure, though… I think we’ll probably wait another year.”

“What?!” Janet squeaked, unable to help herself. She knew that wasn’t true, that there was no way she’d be in diapers for a year, and yet the very idea of it was too startling for her to keep quiet.

“Sometimes that’s all you can do,” the cashier nodded sagely. “If they aren’t ready, they aren’t ready, no matter how old they are.”

Thankfully, she didn’t say anything more, didn’t address Janet directly, so, if she knew who she was, she didn’t give any signs of it. Hazel paid for their things, collected their bags, handing the ones with diapers to Janet, then the two of them stood, waiting, for Kenzi to buy her bikini, Janet fidgeting nervously as more and more people walked past them.

“You know what?” Hazel said after a moment, “It was a bit rough at the start, but you did all right. I think you deserve a little treat after all. So…”

Janet’s eyes widened, staring up at Zella. What was she going to say? What was going to be her ‘prize’?

“Let’s get you into your new outfit, and a fresh diaper?”

“Why don’t we head to the pool to show off our swimsuits?”

or, “How about we go to the ice cream shop?”

 

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