She could do this… Alecia wasn’t about to back down, not when the challenge was so simple, and she didn’t like her chances of being able to outrun the rest of the squad, all of whom were far bigger than her, and could probably catch her before she reached either exit to this room. Like it or not, there was really only one choice.
Blushing, she lifted the pom-poms, the other girls giggling as she exposed her chest once more, almost breaking her resolve. She shook her head, taking a deep breath, and started to shake the pom-poms, ignoring their reaction. The start was easy; they’d given her the first few when they’d told her to do this! “Gimme an A!” she exclaimed, thrusting her arms out. “Gimme a B! Gimme an A, B, C!”
She smirked, daring to sneak a peek at the cheerleaders, seeing a wave of disappointment fall over them. They didn’t know that she’d been so confident with that simply because they’d told her that was what she was doing, and that was why it was so fresh on her mind, and they didn’t have to. She beamed with pride, her confidence soaring, a faint hope filling her. After seeing that, would they crack, assume they’d been wrong, and leave her alone? Surely they’d give her skirt back, at the very least… Maybe she’d even get a cheerleading uniform to wear instead, so her diaper wasn’t constantly showing. But why would any of them happen to have one of those in her new size in their locker?
Unfortunately, that was all she really had, and she only had that because she’d just heard it. Now, she was lost, stranded in the wilderness. She froze, biting her bottom lip, hearing the giggling start up anew as she struggled. What was she going to do?! How was she going to get through this?! She couldn’t remember how long the alphabet was, but it was way longer than just those first few, or else it would have been a very short cheer, and song…
Song! Her eyes lit up. Of course! How many times had she sang them through with her little sister, Rebecca, trying to help her learn them? She might not be able to recall them normally, but remembering songs was much easier, and if she could bring up the tune… She closed her eyes, smiling as a memory of sitting in front of Rebecca, having her sing along, back when she’d been so much smaller than Alecia, not bigger.
“Gimme a D, E, F!” she glared at the squad, eyes popping back open as she got to the right point in the song, mentally, trying to pause the music in her head so she could translate it to a cheer.
Starting it back up was another matter altogether as she stopped moving, arms in the air, frowning. The tune had begun to play again, but what she was hearing didn’t sound right to her at all, to the point where she had to start fresh. “Come on, Alecia!” Crystal sneered as Alecia stood there, running back through the first couple sets of letters to get back to where she’d left off.
“Or do you give up?” Britney asked.
“No!” Alecia shook her head, groaning when that made her lose her place, too. Once more, she listened to the beginning of the song.
“We don’t have all day!” Viola snapped.
All these interruptions weren’t helping, as Alecia fought to recall, now, where she’d left off. Flustered, and feeling the impatience of the squad, she launched back into it where she was. “Gimme a F, E, C!”
“No, silly,” Britney told her. “You already did those!”
They had sounded familiar, but, as they had no real meaning to her anymore, outside the lyrics of a song, it was hard to keep them straight, especially with so many people watching her, rooting for her failure. “G-Gimme a D, E, F?”
“You did those, too,” Crystal rolled her eyes.
“At least they were in the right order this time,” Viola snickered. “Is that as far as you’ve been taught, sweetie?” she knelt down to get on Alecia’s level. “Has your Mommy only taught you six letters?”
“N-No,” Alecia whimpered. She could do this! “Gimme an A, B, C, D, E, F, G…” This was it, she thought! It was too tricky, singing the song in her head, translating that to a cheer, keeping up with where she was in both… Instead, she just started to sing the song out loud, rustling her pom-poms.
There was a pause in the song there, though, and starting back up was, as always, the difficult part. She’d been over the first section so many times with Rebecca, ensuring she had it all in the right order… That was burned into her brain much more deeply than what came after.
“G…” she repeated, feeling herself start to sweat. What next?! What was after G?!
“H!” she gasped, grinning with triumph. “H, I…” This was where it got really tricky, she knew. There were a couple letters here that sounded very similar to one another, that rhymed… Which order did they go in?!
“H, I,” she started again, to give herself a running start. “K, K?”
That had to be wrong; she’d said the same one twice! She stomped her foot, beginning to feel frustrated, ready to start over from the beginning, when Crystal snatched the pom-poms out of her hands.
“Hey!” Alecia squeaked. “I’m not done!”
“Yes, you are,” Crystal told her. “It’s obvious you don’t know them, and we’ve given you plenty of chances to prove otherwise. What you need is a nice little refresher course at daycare.”
“No, I don’t!” Alecia insisted. “I’m a big girl!”
“A big girl who can’t even remember her ABCs without singing them,” Viola commented. “And even then, she can’t get halfway through!” Had she really not even finished half?! Alecia squirmed, not confident enough to deny it.
“Come on,” Crystal stuffed the pom-poms into her locker and scooped Alecia up, the smaller girl wiggling helplessly in her arms. “We all actually are big girl, and we have better things to do than babysit a little brat like you.”
Alecia kicked her legs uselessly as Crystal began to walk, leading the pack of cheerleaders towards the locker room door. “Let me have my shirt back, at least!” she begged. “You can’t take me out there like this! Everyone is going to see!”
“That’s right,” Britney teased. “They’re all going to see what you did to your diaper!” She gave it a poke, the padding squishing beneath her finger.
“You know what?” Crystal paused. “She’s right… We can’t take her out this way…” Alecia let out a sigh of relief, staring up at Crystal gratefully. “Does anyone happen to have a spare diaper in their locker?”
“Oh!” another girl jumped up, waving her hand. “I bet I have a spare from my babysitting job!”
“Perfect!” Crystal grinned. “It’s too bad we don’t have room here to change her… Why don’t we go see if the football team has done a better job of keeping the benches in their locker room clear?”
“Crystal!” Alecia squealed. “Y-You can’t!”
“Then stop me,” Crystal shrugged. Alecia thrashed and writhed, all to no avail, her smaller form no match for a normal-sized Crystal as she was carried out into the hallway, paraded past a few small groups of students standing around and talking, and, finally, into the football players’ locker room. The whole time, Alecia could see one wall of every place they went past that showed her the cafeteria, that made her assume that everyone there could also watch what was going on.
“Sorry, boys,” Crystal called out, catching the attention of the team. “We have to do a little invasion here… We needed some space to take care of a bit of a problem.”
“Whoa,” Alecia heard one of the football players ask, as she buried her face in Crystal’s arm, trying to hide. “Whose kid is that?”
The cheerleading squad tittered as one, Crystal easily extracting Alecia from her side, holding her up to face the football team, as they gathered around, most of them half-naked, wrapped in towels, or wearing only their pants as they prepared to go into the showers. Her face blazed bright red as she saw the recognition passing over them, as they looked confused, or – mostly – amused at the sight of her. Alecia tried to cover her bare chest, her soggy diaper, but there was no way to hide both, and, in her indecision about which was more crucial, she wound up not fully shielding either from their view.
Of course, Darren, the football player Britney had been dating, before that fateful Halloween party where Alecia had stolen him, was there, front and center, as Crystal laid Alecia down on the bench and started to untape her diaper. “Uh-oh,” Crystal said. “We forgot the baby wipes… Derrick, why don’t you go get some toilet paper from the bathroom?”
He was happy to oblige, and, when he returned, after Alecia had been forced to lie there, diaper open, for what felt like an eternity, he even stepped forward to wipe her off, clean her up, before Crystal slid the fresh diaper under her, taping it shut. “There we go!” she declared, giving the crotch a pat. “All better!”
“Not quite,” Britney interrupted, sliding to the front of the crowd, marker in hand. She scrawled something onto the front of Alecia’s diaper, and Alecia squirmed as she heard everyone else laugh at it.
“Wh-What did you write?” she pouted, pawing at the padding to give herself a better look at it, not that it mattered.
“If you can’t read it,” Crystal said, “I guess that means it’s true. Now, wave bye-bye, everybody! Alecia needs to get back to daycare… Where she belongs. I don’t think we’re going to be seeing her again for a long, long time…”
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Serena fumbled with her mittens, gulping as she felt the eyes of Mr. Bledsoe, and all of her classmates, on her.
“Now, young lady,” Mr. Bledsoe repeated, sounding even more impatient.
“J-Just ask me the question,” she mumbled, giving up, knowing that there was no way she was going to get free of the restraints, certainly not on her own, when she was so flustered.
A shiver ran up Serena’s spine at the look the professor gave her. Was this how everyone else felt, in his classes? She could see why he’d gotten the reputation he had… And, in a weird way, it almost made him more attractive to her, despite everything.
“I told you to pick up the marker,” he reminded her sternly.
“Just ask!” she insisted.
His eyes narrowed, and then, after a long, still moment, he shrugged. “All right,” he said. “When simplified…” He spouted off a long math problem, Serena watching him intently, taking the numbers in. It wasn’t nearly as easy for her as usual, her time at the nursery having definitely slowed her down a bit, but, after a moment or two of panic, of worrying that she’d lost her touch entirely, or that she’d misremembered what he’d told her – assuming that he would not be happy about having to repeat it – it all came together.
“Negative seven!” she declared proudly, positive she was right.
“Hmm,” he sniffed, showing no indication one way or the other before launching into the next one.
It was trickier, and she was less confident about her answer, though not by much, and Mr. Bledsoe’s reaction was the same, which gave her hope. The third went even better, almost well enough to let her forget what she was wearing, what she’d spent her morning doing, now that she was back in her element. Even the other students had quieted down…
Though not for long, as she felt a cramp wrack her tummy. She gasped, wrapping her arms around herself, squirming desperately. This couldn’t be happening now! That stupid brownie… It was bad enough she was standing here in a dirty diaper in the first place; she was not about to make it even worse, not in front of Mr. Bledsoe, and the rest of the class!
“Are you quite finished?” Mr. Bledsoe sighed, glaring down his nose at her.
“S-Sorry,” she blushed, tentatively straightening back up, grateful that nothing happened when she did. “Wh-What’s the next question?”
“Does it matter?” the teacher asked. “Have you not wasted enough of everyone else’s time?”
“Wh-What do you mean?” she frowned.
“I asked you to write your answers down,” he snapped. “You haven’t so much as picked up the marker, young lady!”
“I can’t!” she held her mittened hands up. “Does it matter?! I got them all right!”
“No, you didn’t.” Those three words shook Serena more than almost anything else that had happened to her that day. Had she not? Frantically, she replayed the quiz in her mind, trying to remember what he’d asked her, what she’d said… She wasn’t used to missing math problems, definitely not in front of the whole class. “And even if you had, you haven’t shown any of your work. You know I can’t grade you properly unless you do that.”
“You can’t make an exception?” she whined. “I can’t pick up the stupid marker! I’m doing my best!”
“Well, your best isn’t good enough,” he told her, shaking her to her core. Her best had always been more than enough… What had this escape room done to her?! And was it going to be undone when – or if, she thought anxiously – she got out?! “I am very disappointed in you, young lady… I expected more from you.”
“I-I’m sorry!” she sniffed. “I-If you’d just help me with these…” She held her hands up to him one more time, and, to her surprise, he picked her up once more, but not to take the mittens off. He laid her down on his desk, in front of the rest of the classroom, Serena wincing as he pushed up her dress, ripped open the first tape of her diaper, the sound of plastic echoing through the room. “Wh-What are you doing?!”
“I think you know,” he said. “I told you what what happen if you didn’t do as you were told. And it hardly makes sense to spank you on a diaper this thick, especially with all this extra… padding… in there…”
“M-Mr. Bledsoe!” Serena gasped. “Y-You can’t spank me! Y-You can’t…!” Her second protest was cut off as he did exactly what she’d been about to declare he couldn’t, undoing the next tape, unfolding the diaper to reveal what she’d done to it to him, and her classmates. “P-Please, don’t…”
“And why shouldn’t I?” Mr. Bledsoe demanded, opening up a drawer on his desk and pulling out a package of baby wipes, cleaning her up. “Give me one good reason, young lady.”
“Uh…” Serena squirmed, her mind suddenly empty. “I-I…. Y-You…”
She was too smart for this! All she had to do was come up with one justification, one excuse… And absolutely nothing came to mind, her head fuzzy with humiliation as her professor ran the cool baby wipes over her sensitive flesh, the sight of his fingers so close to her only making it harder to concentrate until he was done, tossing her diaper out and dragging his chair in front of his desk.
“I didn’t hear anything,” he shrugged. “So I suppose that means you’ve realized you deserve this.”
“No!” Serena squealed as he picked her up, sitting down and draping her over his lap, delivering a hard swat to her bare, freshly wiped backside. “Ow!” Tears stung her eyes, her feet kicking instinctively, for all the good it did her. Even if she managed to hit him with them, would he even notice? Next to him, she was absolutely tiny, helpless…
“When you come into my classroom, young lady,” he lectured, giving her another spank, “I expect you to do as you’re told! Do you understand that?”
“Y-Yes, sir!” she sniffed, her bottom already feeling warm and pink. “I-I’ll be good!”
“I hope so,” he said. “But with girls like you, there’s only one way to be sure, and that’s to give you something to remember this lesson by.”
That something, it seemed, was a throbbing, red rear. Serena was bawling in no time, legs thrashing in a futile attempt to escape, not stopping until he had her lying on a fresh diaper in the middle of his desk, giving her a moment to catch her breath and calm down a little before he taped it up, sitting her on the edge of her desk, her feet dangling.
“Now, what do you have to say to the rest of the class for this interruption?” he asked.
“I-I’m very sorry,” she sniffled, squirming, the diaper providing a bit of padding, though not enough to make sitting on her bottom comfortable. “I-I should not have disrupted the class by…”
And then, it happened. Another cramp hit, and this time, Serena was no match for it whatsoever. She gasped as she felt a warm mush oozing its way into her diaper, the diaper she’d barely had time to enjoy – even if it was a diaper, it was, at least, clean, and hers hadn’t been that in what felt like quite a while – and she attempted to push down, to press her backside into the hard, wooden desk beneath her, but thanks to the spanking she’d just endured, she couldn’t make herself do that, either. She clenched, groaning, and found that useless as well.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” Mr. Bledsoe glowered. “You stop that right now, young lady!”
Serena really wished she could, but, instead, she felt herself leaning forward, the mucky flow speeding up, spreading throughout her new diaper, giving the whole class, and the cafeteria watching from the far wall, a show as she filled her pants for the second time that morning.
“All right,” Mr. Bledsoe shook his head. “Clearly, the spanking wasn’t enough… I want you to go stand in the corner for the rest of the class, and think about what you’ve done.”
“No!” Serena’s hands curled around the edge of the desk. She couldn’t do that! By the time class was over, her time limit at the escape room would be, too… “P-Please, sir… I-I’ve learned my lesson, I promise! I’m just… not mature enough for your class.”
“No, you obviously aren’t,” he eyed her lumpy diaper.
“I know where she belongs,” one of Serena’s classmates spoke up. “I work at a daycare, just down the street…”
“What do you think?” Mr. Bledsoe asked Serena. “Is that where you belong?”
Serena swallowed, squirmed, and, finally, nodded, admitting it. “Y-Yes, sir…”
“Very good,” he said. “Now, then, there’s just one other thing we need to do…” He took one more thing out of his desk, a red marker, with which he wrote a huge F on the front of her diaper. “Your grade for today,” he clarified. “So everyone will know.”
Serena whimpered, tugging at the hem of her dress, knowing that he’d written it far enough down the padding that she wouldn’t be able to hide it, that everyone she saw would know she’d failed… And, from the look of her diaper, they’d probably assume that the thing she’d failed was potty training. “Y-Yes, sir,” she replied quietly, letting herself be led away by her classmate, toddling along, the redness from her spanking peeking out from beneath her diaper, giving everyone she passed another indication of what a naughty little girl she was.
She wasn’t sure if it was a good sign or not that, once she stepped outside the building, she didn’t see the silver, shimmering screen that showed her the cafeteria anymore, if that meant that she wasn’t being watched anymore or not. It certainly made the outside world feel more real, more scary… Until she was ushered into the daycare, and she saw who – or, rather, what – was waiting for her there.
“Look at that,” it grinned at her. “Another new arrival… What a lucky day!”
Serena shivered at the sight of the giant half spider, half woman, standing in front of her, skittering towards her on six legs, as its top half – the human half – reached forward to scoop her up off the ground. “No!” she wrinkled her nose. “Let me go!”
“It’s all right,” the spider woman smiled at her. “My name is Mrs. Ariadne, and I’m going to take very good care of you, and your new friend…” She held Serena up, forcing the girl to stare her in the eyes… Eyes that were shaped like a human’s, but, now that Serena was seeing them close up, she could see were pure black, like any other spider’s… And that she found herself getting lost in as she was taken further into the daycare, set down next to Alecia, who was now shirtless, in a dry diaper with the words ‘Brainless Baby Brat’ written on the front.
“Okay, girls,” Mrs. Ariadne cooed. “I’m so happy to have new students here, after so long… There are plenty of fun toys here for you to play with, and I have so many great games planned… So there’s no reason for you to ever leave, now is there?”
There was a part of Serena that knew she had something else she was supposed to be doing, that this wasn’t right… But she couldn’t remember what. “No, Mrs. Ariadne!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands happily. “We’re gonna stay here forever, right, Alecia?”
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Alecia gave Serena a confused look, more certain than ever that something was wrong here. She hadn’t quite been able to tell what, but as soon as the cheerleaders had dropped her off here, she’d known that something was off… And that was before she’d looked around, and seen the doll.
Instantly, she recognized the room as the one she’d seen in the TV show that had been playing in the escape room, now that she’d seen the doll as well. She toddled over, poking at it, concerned. “Julianne?” she asked quietly, somewhat unsettled by how still the toy was now, when, on TV, it had been moving around, singing and playing dress-up. That was why she’d wanted to check the television out, assuming that this was the real Julianne, somehow. Now, it was obvious it was no more than a doll, no matter how much it looked like her friend.
She was positive it was important anyway, however, and she was getting ready to take it and mount an escape when Serena showed up, looking dazed, and freshly spanked. Had Mrs. Ariadne done that?! Alecia squirmed, rubbing her own bottom sympathetically, not even wanting to think about what that must feel like. She supposed she couldn’t blame Serena for going along with what the woman said, after that, but the girl’s enthusiasm for it was still a bit disturbing.
It didn’t go away when Mrs. Ariadne stepped out, promising to be getting snacks for them, either. Despite the load in her diaper – and was it a different diaper than before? Alecia could have sworn that wasn’t the same design – Serena plopped down and started to play with blocks, as well as she could, at least, with the mittens locked around her wrists.
“Come on,” Alecia hissed. “Look, there’s the doll… We need to take it and get out of here!”
“Nuh-uh,” Serena shook her head. “Mrs. Ariadne said there was no reason to leave!”
“Well, she’s wrong!” Alecia rolled her eyes. “We still have to get out of the escape room, remember?”
Serena furrowed her brow. “What do we need to escape from?”
“This!” Alecia spread her arms wide, then gestured down at her outfit, such as it was now. “We don’t belong here, Serena! We’re college students!”
“Nuh-uh,” Serena said. “See? I failed out of that.” She pointed down at her diaper, at the thing drawn there, which meant nothing to Alecia. “This is where I belong now.”
As frustrating as the girl could be, and as much as Alecia might have been tempted, earlier on, she knew, by now, that she could very well need her to solve the rest of the puzzles in the escape room. If there was anything that required reading, for example, Alecia was absolutely screwed without someone else, and Serena was who she was stuck with for now.
“Come on,” Alecia grabbed Serena by the wrist. “We don’t have time for this!”
“Ow!” Serena whined. “That hurts! Mrs. Ariadne!”
“Shut up!” Alecia ordered.
“Mrs. Ariadne!” Serena wailed again, prompting Serena to pull her harder, dragging her across the room to pick up the Julianne doll and head for the door they’d been brought in by. It was standing open, which felt both lucky, and ominous at the same time. “Mrs. Ariadne!”
“Would you be quiet?!” Alecia huffed, pulling Serena through the doorway… And immediately being stopped by something sticky. She frowned, struggling, feeling the sticky substance clinging to her skin, trying to wrap around her… It was almost like walking through a spiderweb, she thought, except the strands were much bigger, much stronger…
“What’s going on out there?” Mrs. Ariadne called. “Are you girls playing nicely?”
Alecia wriggled, thrashing, trying to get free… And then, luckily, it worked, the arm holding the doll breaking through the invisible strings, giving her an open space to aim for, shoving the other strands aside as she stepped forward…
And back out into the escape room, teetering on the edge of the television shelf, almost falling before she could stop herself. She turned to check on Serena, to be sure she had gotten through as well, and saw the the TV screen was now off.
It took Serena a moment or two to snap out of it, to start frantically brushing what looked even more like oversized spiderwebs now that they were free off of herself, before the two of them scrambled down the staircase of blocks, taking the Julianne doll with them, Alecia disappointed that it still hadn’t transformed into her friend, even outside of the TV. As soon as they stepped off the last block, the whole structure sank into the floor, as if those toys had never been there in the first place.
“Good work,” the woman’s voice came over the speakers. “You both gave your friends quite the show, and managed to get back here after all… But now it’s been thirty-five minutes. Maybe you should have just stayed and played with Mrs. Ariadne for a while longer… I bet you’d have more fun with her than you will with me.”
The two girls looked at one another, each a bit shaken at the woman’s words, at the implication that people they knew might really have seen what had just happened, and at the room around them. There were still quite a few things left to explore; what were they going to try next?
What should Serena do?
Check out the playpen?
Look at the ring toys?
Investigate the toy box?
Look at the doll house?
Check out the coloring books?
Investigate the jack in the box?
Go down the slide?
Climb into the tunnels?
Look at the changing table?
Check out the diaper pail?
Or ask for a hint?
What should Alecia do?
Ask for a change?
Check out the playpen?
Look at the ring toys?
Investigate the toy box?
Look at the doll house?
Check out the coloring books?
Investigate the jack in the box?
Go down the slide?
Climb into the tunnels?
Look at the changing table?
Check out the diaper pail?
Or ask for a hint?
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