European Vacation – Part 2

Part 1

Claire knew there was no real point in telling the truth anymore… Lisa, somehow, believed Kelly’s story, thought, even with the two of them right next to each other, that Claire was the younger sister, that she belonged to be here like this, in diapers… It was mortifying, of course, but, now, there was no reason to fight it. Kelly had her claws into the Nanny, and, without definitive proof, which, in a completely different country from all her things, all her friends, she had no idea how to get, there was no pulling them out.

It was hard to believe this was really what her summer was going to be, as she tossed and turned all night long in her soggy diaper, knowing, the whole time, what was going to happen the next morning, when Lisa discovered it. And, to make it worse, that was how she was going to be spending every night from now on… As early as her bedtime was, she be able to take a gamble, wait until the morning to pee… If Lisa got up early one day, however, and took her by surprise… No, it was better, at least in terms of keeping this a secret from everyone at college, to do it before she went to sleep, even if it meant waking up drenched, like a real bedwetter.

Sure enough, she got evidence of why that was the best course of action when, the next morning, she was awoken to the sound of crinkling, the sensation of a hand, sliding into her PJ bottoms. She nibbled her bottom lip, squirming, not wanting to open her eyes, to find Lisa staring down at her… Then again, would she really have normally been asleep this long, if not for the rapidly cooling squishiness that made the unfamiliar bulk of her diapers that much more uncomfortable?

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” the nanny said, shattering Claire’s hopes that she could wait her out. She blinked her eyes, shrinking against her sheets, seeing the woman watching her, exactly as she’d feared. “See?” she gave the padding a pat. “This is why we don’t trust a dry night or two… Aren’t you glad I didn’t let you sleep in big girl panties? You’d be in the middle of quite the puddle right now if I did!”

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” Claire sighed. She wanted to kick her legs and scream, to tell the woman she wouldn’t have, that, in reality, she would have been fine if not for her sister… But misbehavior meant another day in diapers, and Kelly’s friends had already seen her in the awful things enough.

“That’s much better,” Lisa smiled. “I knew there was a good girl in there somewhere. Now, come along.”

“Huh?” Claire frowned as the woman took her hand, pulling her out of the relatively safe cocoon of her bed. “Come along where?” She could be changed right there… There was no reason to go anywhere!

She whimpered as she was led to the door, and out, paraded past the living room, where she might have been able to sneak by unnoticed, until Kelly shouted, “‘Morning, Kelly! Don’t you look sweet today?” and waved, a ripple of greetings spreading out among her friends, turning to see her, diaper sticking out from her PJ shorts, probably, thanks to Kelly, all knowing the state of it.

The destination, to her surprise, was the bathroom, where Lisa stripped her down, wiped her dry, then set her on the toilet. “Go ahead,” she urged, as if this was perfectly normal.

Of course, there was no way Claire was going to use the bathroom right in front of her, when she had no reason to believe she wasn’t going to be able to do it on her own anytime she wanted that day. “D-Do you have to be…?” she tried, hoping the nanny would leave her alone.

“Yes,” Lisa countered. “I have to make sure you don’t try anything sneaky, young lady.”

Claire didn’t know what, exactly, she had to be sneaky about, but, without privacy, she was finished anyway. “I’m fine,” she said.

Lisa frowned. “Are you sure? There’s nothing else you’d like to do while you’re there?” Claire shook her head, was helped down off the toilet… And immediately regretted her decision, as Lisa opened up the cabinet under the sink, and pulled out an enema bag. “I guess you’ll need some help after all.”

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 28

“Well?” Hazel asked, and, despite her reservations, Janet nodded meekly. “We’d better get rid of this, then,” Zella plucked the pacifier from her mouth, dangling it from one finger, keeping it in sight, the threat clear. “Go on.”

“I-I’m a little teapot…” Janet sang out, cheeks red, voice shaky, to a chorus of squeals and claps, and, nearly immediately, the sight of a whole room full of girls reaching for their phones.

“Start over, start over!” Hazel grinned. Janet wanted to protest, to say that hadn’t been a part of the deal… But, of course, she had no power here. It was bad enough to know Bernice had pictures, and would be happy to spread them around the office… If just one of her former classmates realized the truth, that she was Janet, and not Prissy, they’d have a whole video of her, in an obviously messy diaper, singing and dancing and making a fool of herself…

She was already committed to it, however, and, more importantly, to the idea of having a clean diaper at last. “I-I’m a little teapot,” she repeated, “short and stout…” She lifted her hand over her head for the first word, moving it downwards, almost feeling like she was getting tinier as she did it, in front of all these other, bigger, more mature looking, girls. She quickly moved on to the next movement, spreading her hands apart from one another, but, without thinking, she did so in front of her diapers, making it look like those were what she was referring to.

“Short is right,” she heard Kenzi affirm. “Little pipsqueak.”

She had to wait through another round of giggling before she could continue, feeling especially small as she put one hand on her hip. “Here is my handle, here is my spout…” She lifted her other arm up, her legs already starting to wobble as she moved. She tried once more to squeeze the diaper tighter between her hips, to get her feet closer together for a stronger stance, but the garment was just as bulky, and packed, as ever.

“When I get all steamed up,” she wiggled her padded bottom, earning cries of delight and approval, “hear me shout…”

“T-Tip me over…” This was the hard part, the one she’d been dreading… If not for this move, besides the humiliation of it all, it would have been a piece of cake. She lowered her raised hand, keeping the rest of her body steady, stammering as she rushed, trying to finish it off, “a-and p-pour…”

“No,” Hazel cut her off disapprovingly. “Do it right, Prissy. Or do you want to start from the beginning?”

Her feet shuffled on the floor, testing their grip. “T-Tip me over…” She leaned forward, ever so slightly, and, even then, she could feel her balance shifting.

“What did I just say, Prissy?” Zella demanded. “That barely looks like you’re doing anything!”

Tears sprang to Janet’s eyes… But she’d come this far. If she made it to the end of this line, she was done. There had to be a happy medium between making Hazel happy, and staying on her feet…

“T-Tip me over…” she tried, one more time, bending forward.

“Keep going,” Hazel urged. “We won’t get any tea out of you like that!”

Janet leaned further, feeling one of her feet starting to raise off the floor, wondering when enough was going to be enough… Then the other started to slip. She slammed the first foot back down hurriedly, tilting backwards to counter-act what was happening… And over-correcting. In an instant, she was falling, slamming down hard onto her padded, stinky bottom with a yelp.

She nibbled her bottom lip, wishing she had her pacifier now. She’d been so close… “A-And pour me out?” she tried, staring up at Zella, begging for mercy with big, puppy-dog eyes.

“Oh, Prissy,” Hazel sighed, giving her one thing she wanted, sliding the pacifier back between her lips, the smaller woman instantly starting to suck on it, not caring how that might look to the rest of the people in the room. “You can’t even do one, simple thing right, can you? No wonder you’re still not potty trained.”

“I-I tried,” she whimpered through her paci, wriggling on the floor, staring at the changing mat. “I-I did my best…”

“That was your best?” Kenzi mocked.

“Her day job is going to school,” Hazel said. “And I’ve seen her grades… She’s not very good at that, either. But… She did get most of the way through with the song…”

Janet had just about giving up hope of getting to sleep in a clean diaper, only to feel a spark spring to life as she heard those words. She nodded, staring up at Zella. “Fine, you big baby,” her stepdaughter shrugged. “Crawl over to the mat.”

It was almost comforting, being back down on the floor; it was certainly easier to keep her eyes low, intentionally trying not to see if anyone still had their phones up and recording. There was nothing she could do about it anyway… She knew there was a good chance at least one of them did, but, if she didn’t know for sure, she could pretend it wasn’t true.

Despite the smell, and all the people there, watching, she breathed a sigh of relief as she finally felt fresh air on her skin again, as the diapers were spread open. “You definitely did a number on these,” Hazel waved her hand in front of her nose.”

“Yeah, a number two,” Deanna giggled.

Janet knew it was Zella’s fault she’d done it in the first place, and that it had gotten this bad… But she also knew there was no point saying it, making a fuss, when that was only going to be turned around on her as more proof that she was an immature little brat. She stayed silent, sucking on her pacifier, staring up at the ceiling as Hazel began the long process of wiping her bottom clean.

It took so long, in fact, that Janet nearly forgot herself and moved her gaze from the spot above her she was fixated on, nearly glanced around the room and risked seeing phones up, or just meeting the gaze of her former bullies, watching the show. She closed her eyes instead, as the used diapers were, at last slid out from beneath her, a fresh one taking its place.

“How many boosters should I go with?” Hazel asked. “She is about to go to bed…”

“Two, at least,” Lina suggested.

“Any more than that, and you might as well double her diapers,” Deanna chuckled, Janet crinkling her nose and wiggling in place at the suggestion, getting some giggles in response, letting her know they were definitely watching… Although, since she was the center of attention, that wasn’t a shock.

“Two will probably be fine,” Zella agreed, thankfully, raising Janet’s blessedly clean backside up, off the soft padding of the diaper, lowering it a few moments later… But it didn’t go down quite as far as it had before. Still, compared to what she’d endured for so much of today, it was going to be a breeze.

“And how many of these?” There was more laughter at Zella’s question, and Janet almost opened her eyes to see what the rattling sound was, before thinking better of it. What difference would it make?

“Two of those, too?” Lina said.

“Oh, I’d say three, minimum,” Kenzi contradicted her. “I mean, she didn’t do as she was told… She didn’t finish her song.”

A punishment; as if what she’d been through already wasn’t enough, they were discussing a punishment. Against her best judgement, she started to lift her eyelids, wanting to know what to expect… And then, she felt something pushing into her bottom, some invasive force being inserted inside her. “H-Hey!” she squealed.

“Hush,” Hazel ordered. “Only two more!”

“B-But…” Janet opened her eyes in time for them to widen as her stepdaughter’s finger went into her again, and see, on the final one, what she was being given, Hazel lifting up a tiny, white, bullet-shaped object, showing it off now that Janet was paying attention. “I-Is that…?”

She didn’t have to wait for an answer, or even finish the question. Of course it was… What else would it be? “Th-That’s not fair!” she whined. “I-I just got out of a messy diaper!”

“Aww, poor baby,” Zella stuck her lip out in a mocking pout. “I bet I know what will make you feel better.” Unceremoniously, she pushed her finger, and the suppository, into Janet one final time, wiping the former off on the padding of the diaper, then cleaning it with a baby wipe before starting to powder the woman up.

“A-At least let me use the potty,” Janet pleaded. “N-Not in a diaper… N-Not again…”

“Oh, Prissy…” Hazel shook her head, then reached up, brushing a strand of hair out of Janet’s face. “These are your potty now,” she gave the diaper a pat. “You weren’t using your potty privileges anyway, so those have gone bye-bye. You are only ever going in your diapies from now on.”

“No!” Janet shook her head frantically, positive she could feel the suppositories working their way through her body already, scared of what they were going to lead to… Especially if she had no hope of being allowed to do it on the toilet. She knew it was an empty threat, to some degree, that, once Harrison got home, he’d put a stop to this… But even if it was only for the final day of the weekend, being banned from the bathroom was more than she wanted to accept quietly. “It’s not fair!”

“Aww, no fair, no fair!” Zella repeated in a high, squeaky voice, clearly imitating Janet’s. “What do you think you’re going to do about it?”

Janet made the mistake of looking around the room, hoping for some sliver of hope, a slight possibility someone would be on her side… What she saw instead was, as she’d feared, phones up, faces eager to see her be put in her place…

“That’s what I thought,” Hazel smirked, as Janet nursed silently on her paci. She pulled the front of the diaper up, wrapping the sides around the girl snugly, sealing her in. “It doesn’t matter if its ‘fair’ or not… This is just how it is. Now… You’re going to apologize to everyone for interrupting the party, and then you’re going to bed in your crib, and…”

“Oh, my God!” Deanna exclaimed. “She has a crib? I want to see!”

“Sure,” Hazel nodded, “you can all come tuck her in… But only after she apologizes.” She stared down at Janet, crossing her arms. “Well?”

This was it, Janet thought to herself. If she didn’t stand up to Hazel now, it was never going to happen… She was going to be tucked into her crib to fill her diapers like a good little girl, and, after waking up that way, knowing Zella had done it to her, there was no way she’d have the strength, or courage, to defy her again…

On the other hand, what good was it going to do? She was vastly outnumbered, and, from what she could see, nobody was on her side… Then again, looks could be deceiving. Maybe, just maybe, while she was ‘apologizing’, she could get one of them to feel sorry for her, to take her to the bathroom… If she could get there on time, as her tummy was already rumbling, ever so slightly.

What was she going to do?!

Apologize and let herself be tucked in, like a good girl?

Apologize, but try to find someone to take her side while she does so?

Or refuse to apologize at all?

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The Cool Girls

“Uh-oh,” Lola nibbled at her bottom lip as she saw the caller ID on her phone, seeing the one word she hadn’t wanted to be there: ‘Daddy.’

It wasn’t that she didn’t love her Daddy, or didn’t want to hear from him, after he’d been away on a business trip for nearly a whole week… It was more that she hadn’t expected him to call again today. He’d checked in with her that morning, as usual, to check that she was diapered properly, and approve her outfit for the day. Today, since it was St. Patrick’s Day, she’d chosen a cute little green dress, and a diaper with green side panels to match. He’d liked it so much, he’d let her play with the Hitachi, which was a rare treat when he was away.

That, however, was not what she was wearing now… As much as she enjoyed playing dress-up for him, and being his babygirl, she always felt so silly, doing it without him there. And she didn’t need diapers, of course… She’d only had a couple accidents that week, and she was going to do the laundry the next morning, before his return flight, to hide the evidence.

What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He didn’t have to know she’d been picking clothes out of her old wardrobe in between his morning call and his bedtime one, to wear to work. He didn’t have to know that she’d been too bashful to actually go all out for St. Patrick’s Day, and was glad she didn’t when she got to her job, and all the cool girls were wearing their normal outfits, not even acknowledging the holiday. They’d seemed surprised that she wasn’t, just as they’d been surprised to see her style appearing to evolve, to age a decade or two, over the past week. It was still pretty juvenile, compared to theirs, but they must have liked what progress she was making, seen some potential.

In fact, she’d gotten an invitation to go out with them for drinks. “It’s on St. Patrick’s Day,” Tammy told her, “but it isn’t for St. Patrick’s Day, you know?”

Lola didn’t, but she’d been quick to accept anyway. Just like back in high school, she’d been desperate for the popular girls to notice her, to take her under their wing, and this was the closest she’d gotten… She wanted nothing more than to hang out with them on the sidelines, mocking the other bar-goers who had gone all out, while they staunchly refused to participate…

And then, as she was getting ready, her phone rang. Her stomach churned, listening to it happen again, staring at the screen. What was she going to do?! She couldn’t pretend she was at work… She’d already texted to tell him she’d made it home safe. It wasn’t quite supper time, so he’d know she wasn’t distracted by cooking, or cleaning up… There was no good reason for her to ignore him, except that she didn’t want him to see what she was wearing. Did she have time to run to her room and change?

Perhaps if she’d reacted straight away. Now, as the phone rang for the third time, she knew it was far too late. She’d be lucky if he didn’t call the neighbors to check on her before she had time to tape on a diaper, get into the green dress again… Reluctantly, she answered the phone. “H-Hi, Daddy,” she said, keeping the camera on just her face as much as she could.

Of course that didn’t work; she’d known the chances of it were practically zero. “Hi, sweetie,” he replied. “I hope you had a good day! I have a surprise for… Wait, what are you wearing?”

All it had taken was one dip of her hand, one glimpse of the shoulder of her dress, and he’d been able to tell it wasn’t green, that she’d changed after he’d given his approval. “I-I had a little accident,” she fibbed. “I spilled on my other one, so I had to…”

“Let me see the rest,” he ordered. “Everything. Skirt up.”

He’d seen through her in an instant. “I-I’m actually…” she tried to think of an excuse, a reason she wouldn’t be in diapers, where he’d told her, multiple times, she was to stay for his whole trip.

“Now, young lady.”

He was not happy at all, making her diaper herself on camera, then kneel down in the corner to wait for him. “But Daddy,” she sniffed, “you’re not coming home until tomorrow night!”

“Then I guess you’re in for a long wait.”

She squirmed in place, feeling very naughty, and disappointed in herself for letting her Daddy down… And then she heard her door open, recalled that she’d told the girls from the office to come right in. Before she could scramble to her feet, they were there, snickering at her, as she meekly looked over her shoulder, so happy Daddy hadn’t made her change out of her dress, that it was long enough to cover her diaper.

“What’s this?” Tammy smirked.

“Oh, you know,” Lola shrugged. “I-It’s a… meditation thing!” That sounded kind of cool, kind of mature… It might work.

At least, until Amanda pointed at her, hand to her mouth. “Oh, my God,” she giggled. “Do you see that through her dress? What is she wearing?”

“N-No, don’t look at that!” Lola gulped, tugging at the hem of her dress… Unfortunately, the length wasn’t the issue, and there was nothing she could do to avoid the other two women from seeing that she was in diapers, in the corner, like a naughty little girl.

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 27

It had to be the TV… Janet knew it could get up pretty loud, so it only made sense for that to be what she was hearing. There was a definite limit to how quickly she could move, stuck on all fours as she was, but she made herself creep along a bit faster, the thought of a clean, fresh diaper motivating her…

Until she turned the corner, and saw what was waiting for her in the living room. Her stomach churned, her mouth working harder and harder at the pacifier as she crouched there, faced with the truth about what she’d been hearing, instantly regretting her decision. A new diaper would be wonderful… However, was it worth facing… them?!

They were all sitting together, chatting, laughing, not noticing her, down on her hands and knees, in her childish PJ shirt and giant diaper. It wasn’t all that different from the way things had been at school, though, of course, she hadn’t dressed as immaturely, and could walk by herself… Not that those facts had stopped the girls from teasing her.

She couldn’t face them like this, couldn’t let them see her… It was hard to imagine a worse outcome than this, another group of people she’d want to see in her living room than these girls. She wiggled her bottom, whimpering softly, crawling backwards, eyes widening to see one of them stand up, carrying an empty beer bottle, heading straight for her, far faster than the sleepy, well-padded Janet could…

“Well, well, well,” Deanna grinned, spotting Janet. “What do we have here?”

She knelt down, Janet freezing in place, her frenzied attempt at escape having failed spectacularly, as she felt the eyes of the rest of the party turning towards her. She wanted to reach up, to pull at the hem of her shirt… But what good would it do, really? There was no hiding it now…

“You must be little Prissy!” Deanna patted her on the head. “We’ve heard so much about you! I was hoping we’d get to meet you, cutie! Come on, why don’t you come in?”

Janet shook her head, sniffling, ready to crawl back to the crib after all, if those were her options, willing to wait on the diaper change. Unfortunately, Zella snapped, “Prissy, you get your stinky bottom in here right now, young lady!”

Deanna smirked, standing up and stepping aside, giving her a clear path into the midst of the party. Janet could see the changing pad sitting in the middle of the floor now, a diaper open and waiting in the middle of it, surrounded by booster pads, powder, lotion, wipes… Obviously, this change wasn’t just for her benefit; it was part of the entertainment for the party.

Janet was relieved to see there were no boys there, and yet, this still seemed like it was going too far, that it was far too cruel for Hazel to do to someone she thought was her new little sister. What was she going to do about it, though?! Janet couldn’t stand up to her… She couldn’t even stand right now.

“Isn’t she adorable?” Lina cooed, clasping her hands together, leaning forward to get a better look at Janet as she hesitantly crawled forward, Deanna blocking her path out of the room, leaving her no choice other than to keep moving ahead. “I’m so jealous, Zella! I want a little sister like that!”

“You can have her,” Hazel chuckled. “You have no idea how much of a nuisance she can be.”

“Aww, don’t be mean,” Deanna’s voice made Janet jump, coming from closer than she’d anticipated. Janet turned her head, seeing the girl right behind her, patting her on the bottom now, pushing her further in, nearer to the changing mat, with a squish. “She can’t help it!”

“Y-Yes, I can,” Janet squeaked automatically, finally speaking up, before thinking about it, her voice sounding so quiet and meek compared to the bigger girls, unable to accept that they were all younger than her… It had been mortifying enough, back in high school, getting bullied by them… Now, having them see her like this, on her hands and knees, in a messy diaper… Surely, she should be able to get at least one of them to recognize her, to tell the others what she’d tried so hard to tell Zella at the start of all this, that she wasn’t Prissy at all… But, despite her protest, that was the last thing she wanted now.

She wanted to go back to being a grown-up, to wearing panties, and using the toilet… These girls had always seen her as smaller and more pathetic than them, and, if they knew this was her, it would confirm it, in a way she’d never be able to shake. It was far better to hope they didn’t work out the truth on their own, to accept her role… All of them together like this could easily make her life even more of a living hell, and, if they all started to spread the word, like Bernice…

“If you can help it,” Kenzi mocked, “why did you poop your pants in the middle of the store?”

Janet truly didn’t have a response for that, and, even if she had, she wouldn’t have used it. She hated letting them see her this way, and not defending herself, but she knew it was for the best. “I-I dunno,” she shrugged, mumbling softly around the pacifier, letting it help with her disguise.

“Is it because you’re a big baby?” Hazel asked.

Disguise or not, her lip quivered at the idea of confessing to that here, in front of these girls who had made her life miserable for so long… She knew it was for the best, yet it still stung, as bad, or worse, than any spanking Zella had given her this weekend. She nodded, sucking harder and harder at the paci, the words feeling truer and truer the longer she stayed there.

“Well, babies can’t help being huge pains sometimes,” Deanna piped up. “Or filling their diapers.” She gave the diaper another pat, harder. “So don’t feel too bad, little Prissy-Pants. No matter how much you filled these… And it’s an awful lot.”

Janet groaned, squirming, Deanna’s hand staying on her lumpy seat, pushing and smushing, as if she was doing her best to force Janet to feel the results of her accident before her change, like she hadn’t been doing that for what felt like the entire day.

“I’ve done a lot of babysitting, and I’ve never seen anyone use their diapers this much,” Deanna commented. “You deserve a medal, Prissy! The Poopiest Baby!”

Janet blushed, starting to shake her head again, before reminding herself she was just going to take this, to accept letting them see her as a baby, so there was no risk of them recognizing her as anything else. She shrugged, staring over at the changing mat, the impromptu padding massage making her want both it, and the privacy of her crib – messy pants or not – more.

Apparently, she wasn’t the only one thinking of it. “Shouldn’t we get to changing her?” Lina asked. “We don’t want her getting a rash.”

“Don’t we?” Kenzi teased. “It might do her some good… Maybe she wouldn’t still be in diapers at her age if she felt some of the consequences.”

“Oh, she would,” Hazel shook her head. “I’m afraid, at this point, there’s no helping it… I don’t think we’re ever going to be able to potty train little Prissy here. She likes her Pampers too much.”

Janet couldn’t help herself, pouting out a whiny, “Nuh-uh!” with no regard for her deception.

“True, true,” Kenzi nodded. “I mean, she’s been toddling around like this all day, and it hasn’t seemed to bother her. She hasn’t even asked for a change, in all the time she’s been down here.”

Janet swallowed, looking around the room, at all the girls, at the changing pad. Did she want to? That was why she’d come here… And it would be so much easier to spend the rest of her night in her crib, if she was just dry and clean… And that threat of diaper rash was very real… But there was no way the rest of the party was going to leave and give her privacy to get it taken care of.

Deanna gave her seat another swat, and answered the question for her. What was she thinking?! She couldn’t stay like this the rest of the night!

“Pl-Please,” she stared up at Hazel. “C-Can I pl-please have a change?”

“Of course you can,” Zella smiled down at her. “But… Since you did come down, and interrupt my party, you’re going to have to provide some entertainment for us in exchange.”

That wasn’t so bad… Janet had already realized that’s what was going to happen, seeing how it was set up. She nodded, not pleased about it, and, honestly, glad she’d been preparing herself for it.

“What songs do you know?” Hazel mused. “Just simple things, I imagine… I know! What about ‘Itsy Bitsy Spider?'”

“Huh?” Janet frowned.

“Guess that one was too hard for her,” Kenzi chuckled.

“‘I’m A Little Teapot?'” Lina suggested.

“Do you know that?” Zella asked.

“I-I do,” Janet nodded. “But…”

“Perfect!” Hazel grabbed her by the hands, hauling her to her feet, then leaving her standing there, shakily, in the middle of the living room, diaper drooping heavily. “I bet you know the dance, too?”

“Y-Yeah,” Janet blushed. Of course she did… It was a simple thing that even preschoolers could master… As bad as her balance was in this diaper, however, she wasn’t confident she’d be able to do even that without tumbling over, the final ‘pouring out’ almost certain to be a challenge.

“Well then, show us,” Zella ordered. “If you want us to take even more time away from our party to get you cleaned up, the least you can do is a nice little song and dance.”

“B-But I don’t…” Janet grumbled.

“You said you knew it now ten seconds ago,” Kenzi crossed her arms smugly. “Were you lying? You know better than that, Prissy… Do we need to punish you instead?”

“Maybe we do,” Deanna jumped on that with a grin. “Lying is very, very naughty…”

“I-I know it,” Janet insisted. “I-I just…”

“Are you refusing to do it?” Kenzi arched an eyebrow. “After your Aunt Lina requested it? That might be worse…”

“I-I didn’t say that!” Janet fidgeted, feeling overwhelmed. “B-But…”

“I’m going to give you once chance, Prissy,” Hazel told her sternly. “Are you going to be a good girl or not?”

Janet nibbled at her pacifier, not knowing what to say, or how much of it was truly up to her. Even if she wanted to, there was a good chance it wouldn’t go well… Would Hazel still think she was being a ‘good girl’ if she couldn’t finish the dance, as easy as it was, thanks to the giant layers of padding around her bottom? Or would that get her into trouble, too?

What will Janet do?

Refuse to even try?

Claim she doesn’t remember the dance after all?

Try it, and fail?

Or try it, and actually manage to pull it off?

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Turning Over A New Leaf

“Merry Christmas to me,” Lilah chuckled, turning the box over in her hands. She was a couple weeks late, really, but that was all right; the money had come from her rich father as part of her Christmas present, so it still counted. And it was custom made, so she’d known it would take some time.

If only her father knew what she’d spent her Christmas money on… He was always lecturing her about how she needed to learn to be more responsible with her assets, though she didn’t see why it mattered. He’d already bought her this house, and set her up with a trust fund that covered everything she needed… She could buy whatever she wanted! She could have bought this on her own, if she’d wanted, but it felt like more of a splurge than even she was comfortable with.

She carried the box into the kitchen, taking out a knife to slice open the tape. Inside sat something that looked an awful lot like any old remote control, like she’d just wasted all that money on something she could have gone and bought at any thrift store for a buck. She knew what it was really capable of, however, and she could hear herself begin to giggle, imagining all the things she was going to do with it. She could hardly wait…

She’d been planning this out in her mind for a long time, ever since she’d seen the video advertising this thing. There were so many people she’d love to use it on… But there was no doubt in her mind who she was going to start with.

Maggie. She was the absolute worst, and always had been! She’d thought she was so smart, back in school… One of the only poor people who had managed to get a scholarship into the private school Lilah went to. It was like she was trying to prove she belonged there, raising her hand whenever the teachers asked anything, tattling if she caught Lilah and her friends smoking in the bathroom, or planning to cut class…

It was only fair that Lilah bully her in return, making fun of her for her cheap clothes, and, once they were old enough, not having her own car, like almost everyone else there, and just being a goody two shoes nerd. There was plenty of ammunition, and Lilah was happy to use all of it. The one thing Maggie had on her – other than her grades, but who cared about those? – was her height.

It felt like Lilah had stopped growing years before Maggie, and the rest of her classmates. Maggie had tried to psychoanalyze her once, saying that was the reason she was so mean, to try to make up for how cute and little she still was. Lilah couldn’t say for sure if that was true or not… If she was jealous of Maggie for anything, however, it was that.

And, when Maggie had realized how much it bothered her, she’d taken advantage of it, countering Lilah’s mocking with some of her own. The thing that had always really bothered Lilah was the time, in front of all of her friends, she’d asked Maggie if she ‘shopped’ at the garbage dump for her latest outfit, and Maggie had simply smirked, and replied, “Did you shop at Babies ‘R’ Us? They’re the only place that carries your size, right?”

Some of Lilah’s clique had actually snickered at that! She’d stomped her foot, glaring at them, and shut them up, but that was the one time that she’d truly felt like Maggie had gotten the better of her… She’d been so flabbergasted, she couldn’t come up with a response, had wound up huffing and storming away to berate her so-called ‘friends’.

Had she spent all this money just to get back at Maggie for that? That would be ridiculous… Insane, even! There was definitely some other revenge she could get, or pranks she could play… It would be a lie to claim this hadn’t been her main priority, though.

She hadn’t spoken to Maggie in years, but she’d kept up with her on social media, of course, following her as she went off to college, and started dating some cute boy, and got some supposedly awesome job offer… Lilah told herself she wasn’t jealous, that she didn’t need all that – although, a boyfriend would have been nice – thanks to her trust fund, yet she hated seeing everyone congratulate Maggie on everything, talking about how she’d done so much…

She logged out from her stalker account, and into her real one, sending a meek DM, talking about how she was so sorry about everything that had happened with them, how she’d matured. It was still close to the start of the year, so she pretended she’d made a resolution to try to find a way to atone for all her previous bad behavior, inviting Maggie over. “I’ve turned over a new leaf,” she promised.

She was a little worried Maggie might actually be as smart as she claimed to be, and would see through it, but when she replied, she sounded genuinely touched, and agreed to come to Lilah’s house… What an idiot! Lilah grinned, the plans she’d been making for so long replaying themselves in her mind.

How should she start? She’d never entirely settled on that… She looked down at the remote, hungrily eyeing the ‘Height Up’ button, wanting to use it on herself, to answer the door already taller than Maggie… But was that really the best course of action? Maggie would see right away that something was up…

Besides, wouldn’t it be more fun to use the remote on Maggie? She absolutely would give herself at least a couple extra inches eventually… For now, however, it would be far more satisfying to let Maggie see that Lilah was the same height as always… Then make her even smaller.

She grinned, imagining the panic on the girl’s face as the one thing she had going from her was stripped away, as she shrank down, closer and closer to Lilah’s size… Then beneath it. Lilah wouldn’t go too far… Yet.

“Uh-oh!” Lilah would smirk, staring down at her smugly. “It looks like you’re the one who needs to shop at Babies ‘R’ Us now!” Maggie would probably still be shocked, still trying to figure it all out… She might not even notice her clothes growing more immature, her panties swelling outwards, the outside hardening into plastic…

Seeing her in a big, bulky diaper would be the highlight of most days for Lilah… But she wasn’t going to stop there. She’d notice eventually what was happening under the sweet little gingham dress Lilah was going to put her in, and that the hem of it was just a bit too short to hide the infantile designs on her new ‘underwear’. She’d probably whine and sniffle as she tugged at the hem, more confused than ever.

She’d have seen the remote by then, obviously, and, as crazy as it seemed, she’d have to realize that was what was doing this. Perhaps she’d try to snatch it out of Lilah’s hands, but now, Lilah could easily lift it up, out of her grasp, watch her jump for it, skirt fluttering, exposing the unicorns and rainbows on her diaper.

She would have to be careful… She was going to do this in the entryway – there was no way she’d be letting Maggie any further into her house than that – and the bench built into the wall there had started to separate, leaving a bit of a gap between the backboard and the wall itself. Thanks to the holidays, she hadn’t been able to get anyone in to fix it yet, no matter how much of a fit over it she’d thrown to her father… If Maggie managed to make her drop the remote, and it fell just right… Well, she could probably reach it, if she stretched her arms far enough, but that wasn’t what she wanted to have to do, right in the middle of this.

Especially not now… It would be settling in now what kind of situation she was in, how much trouble she could be in. She’d probably start crying, begging Lilah to change her back… “Aww, poor baby,” Lilah would tease. “I suppose I could do that… But you’re going to have to do something for me first.”

That reminded her to go ahead and stop by her bedroom, get her vibrator, have it ready. She was going to cherish the video she made of that for a long time, watching Maggie push it to her big, crinkly diapers, face red as she felt it, as she started to get turned on despite herself… Too bad the remote wasn’t going to let it go any further than that, not until Lilah was ready.

“Go on,” she’d urge. “Tell me how much of a tiny, pathetic little baby you are! Tell me how much you love your diapies! They’re the only things that really get you off, aren’t they?”

She hadn’t decided for sure if she’d ever let Maggie orgasm from it, or if she’d just keep edging her, never pushing the button on the remote that would unpause that functionality until Maggie was good and frustrated, and had desperately cried out the most degrading things about herself that Lilah could think of. If she did, it would be a good moment to get on tape, for when she sent the video to Maggie’s boyfriend, but there was plenty of value in putting her through all of that, and giving her no release, too.

She also hadn’t decided if she wanted to seduce Maggie’s boyfriend or not. He’d definitely get the recording of his girlfriend, and he was cute… How good could his taste be, though, if he’d chosen Maggie, of all people? Maybe he’d make a good one-night stand, simply to say she’d done it, so she could rub that in Maggie’s face, too.

That would have to come later, anyway. For now, once she was finished watching Maggie’s performance, she’d send her away, still shrunken, still in her little dress and diaper. She’d probably raise a fuss; Lilah almost hoped she did.

“You’re in my house, little girl,” she’d take joy in saying, bending down, staring her in the eyes. “If you don’t want me to call the cops to drag you out of here, you’ll march your diapered bottom back to your car right now… Unless you want to see what else I can do with this.”

There was one more thing she knew she could do with it, and she’d save it for either Maggie’s disgraced walk down the sidewalk, or, if she refused to go, the temper tantrum she was sure to throw in the middle of the entryway. Lilah did want to see it… But she’d prefer to have Maggie outside, where she wouldn’t have to smell it. Seeing the back of her diaper swell up, however, as she helplessly filled it might just be worth it.

It was all going to be wonderful, the highlight of her year – and it had barely even started! – but she had to admit, she might be getting ahead of herself. The remote had promised all those possibilities, and the video she’d watched had seemed to confirm them… Videos could be edited, though. There was always a chance this had all been a scam…

Her nose crinkled, imagining Maggie’s smug look as Lilah tried pushing the buttons on the remote, only to have nothing happen. She wouldn’t know what it was meant to do, of course, but she’d have to know something was up…

No, Lilah had to know. She had to test this out… And, like it or not, the only way to do that, before Maggie arrived, was to use herself. She turned the remote around, pointing it at her own body, stomach churning a little, knowing all that it was supposed to be able to do. She considered testing out the size up option first… There was no guarantee the opposite would work, even if it did, however, so she had to try it.

Sure enough, she watched in awe as the room grew around her, her clothes becoming ever so slightly baggier. “Yes!” she grinned. That was only the start, though… Seeing Maggie shorter than her was good, but she had so many better things in mind for her.

It was just for a moment… She had to know it would work right. She blushed even before she pressed the button, knowing what it was going to be, and her face grew redder and redder, watching her pants and shirt morph, blending into one, then change into a precious little gingham dress… She could only feel the worst of it until the end, the fabric of her panties swelling outwards, pushing her thighs apart…

“That is awful!” she exclaimed, bending over, looking at herself, the diaper just barely visible under the dress. It really did look like she’d gotten dressed at a baby store… She wiggled her bottom, hearing the crinkle, feeling the warmth already building up inside all that padding… It was perfect for Maggie!

“Hmm…” She crawled up onto the bench for a moment to ponder, the movement made more difficult by her smaller size, and the bulk of the diaper. There were other things to test… These first two had worked well enough, however, and the rest of her plan was too humiliating to go through herself… This would be enough to put Maggie in her place… She really wanted to do the rest, too, though, after building it up in her mind for so long…

She could hardly even look at her vibrator, sitting on the bench beside her, much less think about turning it on when she was dressed this way. “Nuh-uh,” she shook her head, leaning back, resting her arms on the pillows, thinking some more. “I-I mean, I’m not gonna…” She squirmed on the bench, listening to the diaper rustle beneath her. “No way! Not in this!”

She was still debating it when she heard the knock at her front door, making her jump… And lose her grip on the remote. “No!” her eyes widened, turning around, praying she hadn’t been in the exact right spot… But, of course, she was. “No!” she hissed again.

The remote had fallen into the crack between the bench and the wall. It hadn’t gone all the way, thankfully, had wedged itself partway down… She leaned towards it, cheeks burning as she felt her dress riding up, the seat of her diapers sticking out, showing off the babyish print on them. She stretched, sure she should be able to reach it, especially since it wasn’t all the way at the floor…

She wasn’t her normal height, though, she realized, and her arms weren’t as long as normal, either. “No!” she kicked her feet in frustration, her palms sweating as she heard a second knock at the door, and she stretched out more and more, fingers wiggling, desperate. “Just come here,” she growled.

She was so distracted, she didn’t notice the muffled, “What was that? Come in?” from the other side of the door. She definitely heard it start to open, however, right as her fingertip brushed against the remote, almost there…

“No!” she howled, turning to look at the door, as if she could will it closed again with her mind. Her hand moved, too, and the remote with it. She felt one more button push in, before the remote tumbled loose, falling all the way, well out of her reach.

By the time she heard it hit, though, she had far more troubling things on her mind. She didn’t know, at first, what it was… She just noticed the diaper felt different, somehow. She frowned, wiggling her backside… Then she realized it was still happening. “No!” she squeaked, the smell hitting her, finally making her recognize exactly what it was.

She was pooping her pants. She tried to force her muscles to respond, to hold it in, but they refused. Now, she could tell what was going on, could feel the warm mush slowly oozing out, spreading through the warm padding, forcing it to swell outwards to make room for it. It was all so overwhelming, so mortifying, it took her a few moments to process that she was doing all this with her backside to the door, putting it on display for the person walking in to see, and she was helped along by the artificial click of a phone camera’s shutter

In a panic, she spun around, sat, but that only made her feel worse, as the mass squelched beneath her backside, squishing up between her legs. She wrinkled her nose, toes curling as she fought with every fiber of her being to stop what was happening, and failed miserably. “St-Stop it!” she whined, as much as herself as the person behind the phone, taking it all in.

“Wow,” Maggie chuckled. “You certainly have turned over a new leaf, haven’t you?”

Of course it was Maggie who had been at the door, who was watching it all… Who else would it have been? Lilah was sure the girl would have looked bigger than ever anyway, facing her in the middle of this, but her own diminished size only amplified that, made Lilah feel no bigger than a toddler, staring down a fully-grown adult.

“N-No,” Lilah whimpered, shaking her head. She followed Maggie’s gaze to the hem of her dress, face warming further. The dress would have been just long enough to cover the diaper when she was sitting, if she stayed still… She hadn’t accounted for the extra sag her accident would cause, however.

She reached for the hem, tugging it down, but, even with one hand, the other holding her phone, she easily pulled the fabric away from Lilah, exposing the diaper completely, giving it a pat. “You really had to go, huh?” she teased. “Wait…” She pushed in on the diaper again. “Are you still going, Lilah?”

Lilah opened her mouth to deny it, only to be interrupted by an unmistakable grunt. Maggie let the dress fall, turning her attention elsewhere. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she giggled. “Did I interrupt something?”

Lilah turned, confused, then spotted her vibrator, just waiting for the right moment to maximize Maggie’s humiliation… Except, now, that moment was never going to come. “N-No!” she shook her head. “N-No, it’s not… I-I don’t…” She squirmed, knowing exactly what it looked like. “I-I would never… N-Not in…”

“What you do in your diapies is none of my business,” Maggie shrugged.

Lilah groaned, hiding her face. It was bad enough for Maggie to think she wore diapers… Or that she got off in them normally. Doing so when they were messy, as this whole thing implied? She couldn’t imagine anything much worse than that… She hadn’t even planned on making Maggie do that!

“You know,” Maggie said, finally putting her phone down, “I wasn’t sure what to expect when you called me, but I decided to give you a chance… And I’m glad I did. It was very brave of you to share this side of yourself with me.”

“N-No, I-I don’t… I-I’m not…” Lilah squirmed.

“Hush,” Maggie ordered. “I don’t know if you thought something would come of this between us, or if you were just trying to make up for the way you treated me in school by letting me in on your secret… I do know I should probably be the bigger woman, and keep it a secret for you…” She bent over, pushing Lilah’s chin upwards with one finger, forcing the girl to look her in the eye. “But you made my life a living hell, Lilah… And now, I’m happy to do the same for you. Everyone is going to see this video, Lilah, and know what a gross little freak you turned out to be.”

“Maggie, no!” Lilah sniffled. “Y-You can’t do that!”

“I’m not the one sitting there in a dirty diaper,” Maggie shrugged. “I can do whatever I want. Now, I’ll let you get back to your…” her eyes shifted to the vibrator, “activities, and go start looking up all your old friends so I can send them this video.”

Lilah hopped off the bench, toddling after Maggie, but her short legs, and the thick, droopy diaper slowed her down too much to catch up with her before she was back out the door, and there was no way she was going to step out of the safety of her house like this… Frantically, she clambered back up onto the bench, reaching back, trying to will her arms into being long enough for her to get the remote on her own, so she could reverse this, then use it on Maggie before she left with the video… But she already knew it was far too late, long before she heard the girl’s car pull away.

Her attempt at revenge had failed, miserably… And, apparently, it was Maggie who had really turned over a new leaf, because now, she was more than happy to get some of it herself.

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