The Exchange Student – Chapter 18

In the end, Anna simply couldn’t resist it. “I-I think the zoo sounds fun,” she blushed, peeking over at Aidan, glad to see how happy he looked. Of course, as much as might like to pretend that was her main reasoning, in all honesty she wanted to go herself. When was the last time she’d been to the zoo back home? And they probably had some different animals here, too, so that would be even more exciting!

Not to mention that going to the zoo in a diaper seemed like such a sweet, childish thing to do. Getting to go look at the animals, without a care in the world, not even being able to make it to the potty on time… It would be the perfect thing for getting herself in the right headspace to face kindergarten tomorrow. It wouldn’t hurt to have some more practice being around other people while diapered, either, in someplace not quite as crowded and hectic as the airport.

“If you’re sure,” Mrs. Florez told her.

“She already said yes!” Aidan whined. “Don’t make her change her mind now!”

Anna chuckled. “I’m not going to,” she promised him. “I like the zoo! And I took a nap yesterday, and went to bed early… I’ve had plenty of rest.”

“All right…” Mrs. Florez still sounded hesitant, though she appeared ready to accept it. Anna had to wonder if she would have acted the same with another exchange student, or if she hadn’t confessed about her diapers, if she hadn’t just changed Anna’s messy overnight diaper, if she saw Anna as just another teenager. “Well, we’d better hurry up, then! We’ll want to get there soon so we can enjoy it before it starts to get too hot out!”

“Okay,” Anna nodded, chomping down the rest of her pancake and heading to Karissa’s room while the other girl stopped by the bathroom to get ready, looking at herself in the mirror, turning, tugging at her shirt, debating whether the outfit she’d tossed on to go eat breakfast was good enough to face the public in. She felt like she could see a little bit of a bulge through her shorts, but was it only because she already knew it was there?

When she heard someone approaching the door, she barely bothered to glance over, assuming it was Karissa, however it was Mrs. Florez’s voice that hit her ears, sounding slightly annoyed. “You haven’t even put your shoes on yet? I told you we wanted to get moving!”

She’d never heard the woman talk to her like that and, while she did feel bad for wasting time, it did also did a good job of putting her back into the headspace of a silly little girl, unable to be trusted to do so much as get dressed on her own. “Sorry,” she blushed. “I-I was just…”

“All right,” Mrs. Florez sighed, bending down to pick up Anna’s discarded pink sneakers from the floor. “Hop up onto the bed.”

“I-I can…” Anna started to protest before thinking better of it, obediently sitting on the edge of the bed, feet dangling while Mrs. Florez knelt down, tugged the shoes over them, pulling the Velcro straps snug. Anna blushed, squirming, feeling herself dribbling into her diaper; how babyish was she, needing to have help to put her shoes on? And they didn’t even have laces! She ought to be able to put these ones on by herself!

“I’m sorry,” Mrs. Florez apologized after a moment. “I’m not mad at you, dear… I was trying to give you a way out, because I didn’t think you had your diaper bag ready for a trip yet.”

“My diaper..?” Anna frowned, cutting herself short. Of course she’d have a diaper bag, if she wore all the time… She’d have to keep her supplies somewhere! In all her planning, all her dreaming, she hadn’t considered that, not outside of school itself, where she’d gotten a backpack with a separate compartment for a laptop, in which she planned to stash a spare or two, and whatever other supplies she could squeeze in.

She could see Mrs. Florez’s eyes narrowing just a bit, Anna’s surprise at her statement striking her as odd, rightfully so. “Right,” Anna laughed it off. “I don’t call it that, but I guess that’s what it is, isn’t it?”

Shoes firmly in place, she slid off the bed, padding over to grab her backpack, opening it up and starting to shove diapers inside. “See?” Mrs. Florez told her, gently pulling it from her hands, taking over. “I had a feeling you weren’t prepared.”

Anna stood by awkwardly, uselessly, as Mrs. Florez pulled out all of Anna’s school supplies, setting them to the side, quickly filling up the main compartment of the bag with changing supplies and fresh diapers, all the bottles and tubs and mats taking up far more space than Anna had really anticipated, especially when she added in some booster pads for the Pampers. “I-I’m not sure I need all…” she pointed out.

“The zoo is a big, exciting place, and I don’t want you leaking,” Mrs. Florez lectured. “We’re lucky you didn’t do that last night! You either need your soakers, or you can wear your other diapers, but just a Pamper on its own isn’t going to do it.”

“B-But…” Anna pouted, thinking back to her reflection, how she felt like her diaper bulge was already on the verge of being obvious as it was… The Pampers were more overtly infantile, given that they were, of course, actually meant for infants, though at least they were less bulky than the diapers she’d bought for herself, something she hadn’t fully realized the difficulty of dealing with when she was simply fantasizing about this trip. Throwing in a booster pad would negate that, to some degree, even if not making them entirely as thick.

“Are you arguing with me, young lady?” Mrs. Florez asked, crossing her arms sternly, the tone in her voice, her expression, sending a sudden bolt of fear down Anna’s spine. Clearly, she didn’t see Anna as an adult – and, with everything that had happened in only her first day here, that was fair – but how far did that extend? Would she punish Anna if she thought she deserved it?

Anna blushed, imagining herself being pulled over Mrs. Florez’s lap, her shorts, and then diaper, tugged down for a sound spanking. She hadn’t considered that, either, yet, out of the blue, it seemed like a real possibility, one she wasn’t sure if she wanted or not. Right now, however, before a trip in the car, and a day out at the zoo, she certainly would prefer to avoid it, though.

“N-No, ma’am,” Anna shook her head. “I-I just…”

Mrs. Florez slid Anna’s shorts down, Anna noting how naturally she did it, how she didn’t hesitate, didn’t bother to ask permission before slipping a finger into the legband of the diaper, giving her a check. “You’re soggy already,” Mrs. Florez informed her, as if she didn’t know – which, Anna supposed, might have been the case if she’d really needed them, as she claimed. “And how long ago did I change you?”

“N-Not that long,” Anna admitted.

“I’m not going to be able to check you all the time at the zoo, especially not if you don’t want anyone to notice,” Mrs. Florez shrugged.

“I-I know,” Anna said. “B-But I can let you know when I need…”

“And what if you get distracted?” Mrs. Florez asked. “Or if you don’t have a chance to tell me privately before you leak? I’ll pack you an extra pair of shorts, but I can’t do anything about it if somebody sees the wet spot, or wonders why you suddenly changed clothes in the middle of the day.”

“I-I guess,” Anna nibbled her lip. “B-But…”

“What’s going on here?” Karissa asked, walking into her room.

“We’re packing Anna’s diaper bag,” Mrs. Florez told her. “And then she’s going to need a change before we head out.”

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready, too?” Karissa inquired.

Mrs. Florez sighed. “Yeah. First, though, I need…”

“I’ve got this,” Karissa cut her off. Her mother started to open her mouth. “Yes, I’m sure. I know what I’m doing, and Anna probably does, too.”

Mrs. Florez didn’t look convinced, particularly about the latter, however, she nodded. “All right. I’ll leave you in charge.”

Karissa watched her leave, waiting for her to close the door. “Sorry,” she smiled at Anna. “She can be kind of intense sometimes.”

“It’s okay,” Anna said. She hadn’t thought about how much work it would be, but it was probably a good idea to see what it was like, because surely this wouldn’t be her last outing in diapers while she was here.

“Can you handle that?” Karissa nodded down at the backpack.

Despite what she’d said to her mother, Anna noted that she didn’t take it for granted, that she didn’t completely trust that Anna did know what she was doing after all. “Uh-huh,” Anna replied.

“I’ll get dressed, then, and change you when I’m done,” Karissa promised.

Mrs. Florez, Anna couldn’t help thinking, hadn’t informed Karissa of her decision, so she didn’t know what diapers she was supposed to wear… If she wanted, she could pack just her Pampers, get changed into one, and be more discrete, act like she’d accidentally forgotten to bring the booster pads with them. Or she could trust that the woman was right, and go with a bulkier diaper, even if it would be more obvious, harder to hide when walking around all morning. Either way, Mrs. Florez likely wouldn’t know until it was time for her first change, and by then, it would be too late for her to do anything about it, though she might not be happy about it if Anna defied her.

She didn’t have too long to think about it, since delaying would give Mrs. Florez a chance to finish getting ready herself and return, so she made a choice, packed her bag, and laid one out for Karissa to change her into, her cheeks reddening at the look the girl gave her when she saw it, wondering what she was thinking, if perhaps she and Mrs. Florez had discussed this at some point without her.

Either way, Karissa got her changed, and they went out to the car, Anna feeling slightly anxious as she sat down and buckled in. This had been her choice, both the zoo, and which diaper she was in, yet, now, she wasn’t sure if either one had been the right one.

Early as they were, there was still a bit of a line to get their tickets, and once they had them, they were faced with an obstacle Anna hadn’t expected, one that made her stomach start to churn. She should have anticipated it, but somehow, it hadn’t even occurred to her until now that they might want to check her bag. Her face began to burn bright red, imagining someone opening up the backpack, seeing the diapers inside… Possibly allowing Aidan and Mr. Florez to spot them as well, not to mention whoever was near them, since that line was so much longer and slower-moving than the other.

“Y-You guys can go through the regular entrance,” she offered. “You don’t hafta wait for me.”

“Nonsense,” Mr. Florez told her. “We’re not going to make you stand there all on your own.”

Anna gulped, staring up at Karissa, hoping for some help, only to see the girl distracted by her phone. To her surprise, she got it anyway, though it came from Aidan instead. “Let’s just go,” he whined. “The bathrooms are right on the other side…”

“Why didn’t you go before we left?” his mother sighed. “Why don’t you all go, and I’ll wait with Anna.”

“I-I can do it on my own,” Anna insisted, but, unsurprisingly, Mrs. Florez wouldn’t accept that, walking with her over to the bag check line. Anna squirmed nervously, looking ahead at the security officers, thinking about what they, and Mrs. Florez, were going to see when they opened up her backpack.

What kind of diapers did Anna bring?

Pampers and boosters?

Her thicker adult diapers?

Or just Pampers?

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Adventures in Potty Training

It had seemed like an innocent enough suggestion at first. “She looks up to you so much,” Erin said. “Maybe if she saw how well you did, it would motivate her to do better herself.”

“I mean,” Kyra shrugged, “I think the fact that I don’t run around in wet pants all the time is one way for her to see that I do a better job at using the potty than her.”

“Well, of course,” her client chuckled. “But you know how kids are… A nice, visual representation of it might help.”

As embarrassing as the idea was, Kyra couldn’t find a real reason to say no, other than that she kind of wished she’d thought of it herself, could take the credit for it. “Sure,” she gave in. “We can make it together tonight, and Callie can help me decorate it. It’ll be a fun little activity to…”

“That would be cute,” Erin interrupted. “I’m afraid I already made one, though, hoping you would agree… I thought it would be a good idea if it looked exactly the same as hers, so that it would feel more official, you know?”

Sure enough, when Kyra went into Callie’s bedroom, she saw it there, up on the wall, her name written across the top. There was something about it that made her squirm, that made her stomach twitch, even if it did look impressive next to her charge’s, no stickers on hers at all as opposed to the myriad of frowny faces all over Callie’s.

“Are you potty training, too?” Callie asked her, clearly having been excited for the question ever since her mother had put up the second chart.

Kyra smirked, exchanging a look with Erin. “I sure am, Callie,” she told her. “If I have any accidents at all, we’re going to put a sticker up there, just like on yours, okay?”

“Okay!” Callie beamed.

“Okay, you two,” Erin said. “Have fun tonight!”

Kyra planned to; Callie was a good kid, pretty easy to take care of, other than all the trouble she was having making it to the potty on time. Even then, she had, at least, mastered getting there to poop, which made clean-up that much simpler, less icky. It was bound to be only a matter of time before she figured out the other half.

“You’re gonna help me, right?” Callie batted her eyes up at Kyra.

“Of course, sweetie,” Kyra smiled down at her. “We’re in this together now, remember? I’ll keep an eye on you to let you know if I notice you start to get all wiggly like you have to go, and you can do the same for me.”

Unfortunately, the promise didn’t last long, because Kyra got a message from one of her friends with some juicy gossip, and quickly got distracted chatting about it, only vaguely watching what Callie was up to, missing out on the signs that she was ready for a trip to the potty until it was too late, and the girl was toddling up to her, sniffling, Pull-Up soaked.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Kyra assured her. “It’s only one sticker… That’s not so bad.”

But it wasn’t only one… It was only one more, on a chart already filled with them. If anything, having Kyra’s pristine chart right next to it made it sting more. If Kyra thought only one wasn’t so bad, then maybe she wouldn’t notice, or care, if Callie snuck one onto hers, to make her feel better. Not to mention, it had been partially her fault anyway… She’d promised to help Callie out, and then hadn’t given her any notice at all!

Kyra, in fact, didn’t notice the sticker there, didn’t think anything of it, almost forgetting the chart itself until Erin got home that evening. “So, girls,” she said with a smile, coming home to find them sitting on the floor together, playing, “how did we do tonight? Did we make it to the potty on time?”

“We tried,” Kyra replied charitably.

“Well, that’s all I can ask,” Erin shrugged, giving the babysitter a wink. “I’m sure you’ll do better next time.” Kyra laughed it off, started to stand. “Kyra!” Erin exclaimed. “Did you have an accident?!”

“Wh-What?!” Kyra squirmed, her blush deepening. “N-No, of course…” But, looking down, she could see the damp patch on her panties, the small puddle underneath her, her brow furrowing in confusion and embarrassment. She sat down quickly, only to have Erin squat down beside her, lifting up her skirt, despite Kyra’s best attempts to snatch it out of her hands, leaving her no choice. “Y-Yeah,” she mumbled quietly. “I-I guess so…”

Some Things Never Change

Some things, it seemed, never changed, even the things that Alissa had been certain would. To be honest, she’d avoided coming home for Thanksgiving for years because she was afraid of exactly this, and it had taken her far too long to convince herself that she was being silly, that she, and her cousins, were far too old for this now.

And yet… Here she was, just like when she was a kid, kneeling anxiously on the floor of the bedroom still decorated the same as she recalled, just like the spare room she’d always stayed in – and was again this time – was, watching as Frieda’s bottom was paddled as pink as Alissa’s hair was dyed, wiggling, unable to take her eyes off of the hairbrush, rhythmically swatting against the other young woman’s bare backside.

She could still feel it on her own rear, and it took her right back to being a little girl. Despite herself, despite how hard she was trying not to react, she found herself grabbing for one of Frieda’s stuffed animals, sliding it over to her lap, giving it a squeeze. “A-Aunt Trudy?” she stammered again, this time actually managing to make it loud enough that the woman appeared to hear her, pausing for a moment, resting the hairbrush on the small of her daughter’s back while the girl sobbed quietly.

“Yes, Alissa?” Trudy raised an eyebrow, staring down at Alissa. “Did you have something to say, young lady?”

Alissa gulped, her eyes quickly lowering to the floor in front of herself, unable to face her aunt. It had all happened so fast… It had felt like old times, being with her cousin, chatting, tearing around the house, though this time they’d been grabbing some wine from the fridge, rather than sneaking cookies… She didn’t even know, for sure, that it had been her fault. Yes, she had felt her hip bump against the table, just before she’d heard the sound of something falling, breaking, behind them, but Frieda had jostled her, made her stumble into it… Right?

“W-Well…” she said quietly, swallowing as she saw Frieda turn her head towards her, eyes wet and red. Her mother had assumed, right away, that it had been her fault, which did seem unfair. Alissa had considered, for a second, telling the truth, being an adult and owning up to it, after she’d sent Frieda out of the room… Until her cousin had returned, hairbrush in hand, and she’d realized what was happening.

She and Frieda always had a lot of fun together, but they also had always got into trouble when they were kids, had always wound up here, with the pair of them getting spanked, the second having to watch the punishment of the first before they had their own, building up the anticipation, and the fear, over what was coming to them. She hadn’t even been ordered to stay this time, it had simply happened by instinct, her knees bending, heart pounding.

She was far, far too old for this; Frieda was, too, for that matter, but if she didn’t do anything about it, that was on her. Besides, it was too late to save her… She would be squirming in her seat at the Thanksgiving table, just like old times, unable to sit still while she ate her turkey. That didn’t mean that Alissa had to be doing the same, right alongside her, though. There was no reason for both of them to suffer, if they didn’t have to.

“I-I’m sorry about what happened,” she continued after a long pause, gathering her thoughts, making her decision. “I-I know that vase was expensive. I-I could help pay for it, if that would help.”

“Why would you do that, Alissa?” Aunt Trudy asked her pointedly. “You didn’t knock it over, did you?”

Alissa bit down on her bottom lip, shooting Frieda a glance, knowing she had the opportunity to change her mind. “I-I did suggest we go get another glass of wine,” she admitted. “So we wouldn’t have been down there if it wasn’t for me…”

“Hmm,” Trudy nodded, Alissa fidgeting, wondering what that meant, if that would be all it took for her to earn her own trip over her aunt’s lap. “That’s very sweet of you, trying to take some of the blame,” she said at last. “But it sounds like it isn’t your fault. She knows where I keep it, and that she shouldn’t be running in the house in the first place. She deserves this… If you’d like to go to your room for now, you’re welcome to.”

Alissa had one last chance to confess… As she watched her aunt pick the hairbrush back up, however, return to spanking Frieda, who was glaring daggers at her, she knew that was never going to happen, and she skittered away guiltily, doing her best to ignore the sound of wailing coming from down the hall, that probably should have been her.

The Exchange Student – Chapter 17

“Oh, sweetie… What did you do?”

Anna herself didn’t know for sure, not at first. It took her a moment or two to finish waking up after hearing the voice, feeling a pat on the bottom, if only faintly, and accompanied by another, far more embarrassing – though not entirely bad – sensation. She squirmed drowsily, eyes blinking open to see Mrs. Florez standing over her in the dark.

“G-Good…” Anna began to say, before the smell hit her, before that wriggling made her aware of the cool mush packing the seat of her Pamper. “O-Oh…”

The humiliation of Mrs. Florez seeing her this way, clearly knowing what she’d done in her pants, was quite useful, overriding the infantile joy of waking up in a dirty diaper, something that Anna hadn’t expected to happen anytime soon, certainly not after discovering that she was going to be sharing a bedroom. And yet, here it was, her very first morning, just as babyish as she could have fantasized, or hoped for.

Her host mother’s presence, however, did put a bit of a damper on things. “I-I..!” she squealed, mind racing to come up with an excuse.

“Shh,” Mrs. Florez held a finger to her lips. “Karissa is still asleep, sweetie.”

Anna nodded, glancing past the woman to Karissa, seeing her stir in her bed, but not wake. “S-Sorry,” she mumbled, for both her ‘accident’ and her thoughtful exclamation.

“It’s all right,” the woman cooed, holding out her hand. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Anna nibbled her bottom lip, staring up at her. She definitely didn’t want to do it herself, not first thing after waking up, however, this felt so much more intimate, so much more vulnerable, than getting changed out of a wet diaper. “I-I can…” she offered weakly.

“Come on,” Mrs. Florez urged, quietly yet insistently.

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” Anna replied obediently. She swung her legs around out of the bed without thinking, letting out a gasp as she sat right up, squelching the mass in her diaper thoroughly beneath her bottom. She had wanted to try that last night, yes; she wouldn’t have chosen to do it now, in front of Mrs. Florez, though, if she could help it, she’d just been too sleepy to consider what she was doing.

Her face burned bright red, toes curling slightly. She was such a silly, dumb little baby, wasn’t she? She deserved to be going back to kindergarten… Meekly, she hopped off the bed and took Mrs. Florez’s hand, her own other moving up to her mouth, thumb sliding between her lips as she toddled past Karissa’s bed, out into the hallway and to the master bedroom.

Thankfully, Mr. Florez was up already, apparently, giving them the whole room to themselves. The light was on, letting Anna look at herself, at her childish PJs and the obvious diaper bulge beneath them, peering behind herself at the lump there, still clear despite the squishing it had gotten. She really did look like a little girl, didn’t she? Certainly more like that than a high school senior…

“I-I’m sorry,” she told Mrs. Florez. “I-I didn’t..!”

“You understood that was why I gave you the suppositories, didn’t you?” the woman asked, shaking her head.

Anna sucked harder on her thumb, blushing as she realized it was still in her mouth, pulling it free and rubbing it shyly on her PJ top to dry it off. If she’d just told Mrs. Florez she used her diapers for this all the time, it wouldn’t be so embarrassing… She’d have expected this from her. And, after her first experience, she didn’t think she’d mind having to do it.

Then again, that might get tricky while she was at school… Mrs. Florez shouldn’t know that she was going to kindergarten instead, so whatever she told her shouldn’t matter there… Except that, if she used the toilet there, and wasn’t able to go in her diaper afterwards, the woman could start to get suspicious, to ask the school nurse if they had dealt with any messy accidents lately…

So it was probably a good thing that she hadn’t gone with that, even if it made this morning a little more difficult. “I-I did,” she admitted. “A-And I wanted to stay up, I did… I was just so tired, I couldn’t help myself… I-I thought I could lie down for a minute and still wake up once I needed to go, but…”

She glanced down at her diaper bashfully, the end result obvious. Mrs. Florez smiled, fortunately, not seeming upset. “I was afraid that might happen,” she said. “That’s why I offered to let you wait in the bathroom instead. I guess next time you’ll know better, huh?”

Anna’s blush returned, again for a different reason than Mrs. Florez likely interpreted it. “Y-Yeah…” She probably couldn’t get away with that a second time without raising suspicions… She did know, however, that Mrs. Florez had suppositories, and what it felt like to use them, to lose control… Maybe some time, if she was alone in the house, she could give them another go.

“Oh, sweetie,” Mrs. Florez stroked Anna’s hair. “You don’t have to feel bad about it. It happens! I should have seen that you were too sleepy to go off to another room.”

“I-It’s not your fault!” Anna assured her, feeling guilty for making Mrs. Florez blame herself in any way. “I’m a big girl… I should have known.”

“It’s no big deal either way,” Mrs. Florez responded. “It’s only a messy diaper… I just hope that diaper rash cream you girls got is good.”

“Y-Yeah,” Anna agreed. That was one thing she hadn’t considered, when it came to spending the night in a dirty diaper… The itchiness was definitely more noticeable once Mrs. Florez had opened up her diaper, started to wipe her clean, however, while Anna squirmed and blushed. She felt like she ought to offer to help, somehow, but she had no idea what she would have done, other than lie there and let herself get changed like a good little girl, taped into some fresh padding where she so clearly belonged.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie,” Mrs. Florez told her. “One day here and you already have a rash! I should call your mother and apologize for not…”

“No!” Anna spoke up quickly. “I-It’s okay… I’m a big girl…”

Mrs. Florez chuckled. “Of course you are,” she said, in a way that made it sound like she wasn’t particularly convinced of that… To be fair, Anna having to say it so often didn’t exactly do much to verify the statement’s veracity.

“There we are!” Mrs. Florez declared, helping Anna sit up, sliding her PJ shorts back into place. “All better! There are probably some pancakes ready now, if you want to go eat. Or you can go get dressed first if you want. I imagine the other kids will be getting up soon and straggling in.”

It was early, and Karissa, obviously, was quite aware of Anna’s diaper. Aidan, on the other hand, wasn’t, as far as she knew, and she’d prefer to keep it that way. The bulge seemed so much worse, under her pajamas, and it would be easy for her to not pay attention, lean a bit too far forward, allow the waistband to peek over the top of her shorts…

She toddled back to Karissa’s room, pausing at the bathroom, annoyed at herself that she hadn’t thought to wet her diaper before her change. She hadn’t peed yet that morning, had been too worked up about her messy diaper, and getting it changed, to consider that she should go ahead and do that. She wouldn’t be able to hold it forever, and the longer she stayed dry, the better chance her skin had to recover from her rash.

She did her best to be quiet while she dug through her clothes, searching for something to throw on, but Karissa still woke up before she finished. “Morning,” she yawned, stretching. “Do you need a change?”

Anna turned to face her, a part of her tempted to go ahead and let go, get another change already… She wasn’t sure she’d be able to finish before Karissa started, though, nor that she was used to doing it enough to keep it from being obvious. “No,” she said. “Your mom just took care of it.”

“Okay,” Karissa nodded groggily.

Anna put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and headed to the dining room, where, as Mrs. Florez had predicted, there was a platter with a small stack of pancakes waiting on it. Mr. Florez poked his head in when he heard her arrive, Anna blushing, hands moving to tug at the hem of her shirt. “Good morning,” he greeted her. “Go on and eat while they’re still warm! It’s hard to tell when the others will be here.”

“Thanks,” she told him, picking up a fork from in front of the seat she’d sat at the night before to stab at one of the pancakes, as well as a plate to drag it onto.

“Did you have a good night?” he asked, while she slathered butter and syrup onto it.

She squirmed and blushed, listening to her diaper crinkling beneath her bottom, remembering how it had felt, lying there, filling her last one up, how incredibly babyish it had been… “Y-Yeah,” she admitted with a giggle. “I did…”

Despite the parents’ warnings, it wasn’t too long at all before everyone had made their way to the table for breakfast, although Anna hardly minded being the first, anyway, only having to face one at a time as they came in, rather than needing to work up the courage to walk in and see them all at once immediately after having her poopy Pampers changed.

“So,” Mr. Florez said when he was finished cooking and had sat down himself, “did you talk to her yet?”

Anna looked up from her plate, unsure who he was talking to, or about. “No, not yet,” Mrs. Florez answered. “We just got up!”

“Talk to who about what?” Aidan asked, keeping Anna from having to do the same, though she had a feeling that she was the answer to the former… What the latter was, she had no clue, only a hope that it was something that didn’t have to do with her diapers. While she didn’t really want to think about it, she suspected Mrs. Florez had mentioned them to her husband, or at least would at some point… She definitely didn’t want to discuss them with Aidan there, however, if she could help it.

“Well,” Mrs. Florez, indeed, turned towards Anna, “we thought Anna could decide what we do today.”

“Weren’t we going to go to the zoo?” Aidan pouted.

“We talked about it,” Mrs. Florez said. “With it being the last day before school starts back up, it might be pretty busy, though, and after the big day she had yesterday, I don’t know if…”

“I-I don’t want to interrupt your plans,” Anna shook her head, seeing the disappointed look on Aidan’s face.

“We can always go next week,” Mr. Florez told her.

“That’s right,” Mrs. Florez nodded. “If you’d rather just have us show you the town a bit, we could do that… Or we could do nothing at all, if you need a day off to rest. It’s up to you, dear.”

Anna wiggled in her seat, glancing from the adults to Aidan, not sure what to do. She didn’t want to disappoint him, or make him angry with her for keeping him from it… A lazy day would be nice as well, though, before the excitement of starting at a new school. Or… Maybe she could do both, she thought. If they went to the zoo without her, she could have some time to herself here, far away from her own family, with her diapers…

Then again, the zoo did sound kind of fun as well. And it might not be a bad idea to get the lay of the land here, where she was going to be staying… She was enjoying her diapers, but she’d have time to play around more with them on her own later… Probably…

“Whatever you want,” Mrs. Florez smiled.

The trouble was, she wanted all of it… What did she want to do the most? She looked around the table again, hoping that would help her make the decision. It didn’t, leaving her with the same question as when she started, the same choice to make.

Should Anna…

Go to the zoo?

Take a tour around the town?

Stay home and wait for school the next day?

Or see if she can stay home alone while the rest of the family goes to the zoo?

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The First Day of School

“Y-You aren’t going to tell anybody… Right?”

It took everything Samantha had not to laugh in Louise’s face. It was bad enough that the little nerd had genuinely thought she wanted to be friends, that she’d have chosen to spend the last night of her last summer vacation of high school at a sleepover with her… Did she really think that she wasn’t going to tell the entire school about this?!

Getting Louise to trust her hadn’t been that difficult… It never was. Being the daughter of the principal came with a lot of advantages, and one of those was how everyone seemed to believe that you were this sweet, innocent angel, that your mother was as strict on you at home as she was on her other students at school. Either that, or perhaps people assumed that if they befriended, she could put in a good word for them with her mom if they got in trouble.

The fact that Louise had fallen for her tricks was even more pathetic, though. She was even a student, as easily as she could have passed for one – and a freshman at that, honestly – she was a teacher, starting her first year. Sammy had come to visit her mother at school as the teachers were setting things up, and the woman had seen her, struck up a conversation, feeling more comfortable talking to her than the other teachers, since Samantha was closer in age to her. And when she’d found out who she was, she’d been delighted, acting just like the other students did, thinking that Sammy could help keep her on her mother’s good side.

It was probably inappropriate, really, for Samantha to be spending the night at a teacher’s house at all. Louise had recognized that, a moment too late. “Oh, n-never mind,” she’d blushed as soon as the offer had left her mouth. “Forget I said that…”

But Samantha wasn’t about to let it go. “I’d love to come over,” she’d purred.

“N-No,” Louise had shaken her head. “I’m going to be your teacher, and that would be a whole weird power dynamic thing, a-and…”

“You aren’t yet,” Samantha had pointed out. “This is our last chance to do it until next summer. Don’t worry… I’ll tell my mom I’m with one of my other friends.”

“I-I don’t know if that’s any better,” Louise had frowned. “Enabling you lying to your parent…”

Sammy had rolled her eyes. “I’m an adult. I don’t need you to enable me to do anything.”

Louise had blushed, staring down at her feet for a moment or two like a shy, overwhelmed little girl. “W-Well… I-If you really want to…”

With her head tilted downwards, Samantha had to assume the woman couldn’t see the grin spreading across her face as she’d said, “I’d love nothing more.”

There was a party going on tonight for the seniors, and Sammy had been planning on going to that, but she’d hoped this would help her out more, in the long run… Plus, she could maybe even do both, if everything timed out right. And so far, it was.

She’d been pretty certain she knew Louise’s secret from their first meeting, from a glimpse of a waistband peeking out from the shorts she’d been wearing to set up her classroom in. She’d been waiting for the woman to confess it to her so she’d know for sure, though the invitation was just as good, if not better. She’d bided her time, listening to the teacher’s inane chatter, eating pizza with her, looking for an opportunity to sneak into her bedroom and go snooping.

As it turned out, she didn’t have to. Louise had excused herself, and Sammy had thought it might be her chance, until she saw the woman step into her bedroom. After a few minutes, however, she returned in a nightgown. “I know it’s lame to go to bed so early at a sleepover,” she’d said, “but I do need to get some sleep before my first day of teaching. You can stay up if you want to… I-I do think you need to know something, though, for when you do go to bed. I might have tossed and turned some, so you might see…”

Louise had fallen silent, words dissolving into a blush before, finally, she had just lifted the hem of her nightgown and confirmed what Samantha had suspected all along. In fact, it was even better… She’d thought she’d seen a Pull-Up under the woman’s shorts; this was a full-blown diaper, white and puffy, tapes perfectly fastened in a way that showed a lot of practice.

“I-I’ve had bladder problem my whole life,” she’d admitted. “I wear… protection… all the time, just in case, but it’s especially bad at night. Y-You aren’t going to tell anybody… Right?”

Samantha took a long pause to ensure she didn’t sound too eager, too excited. “No, of course not,” she told the woman. “I would never… We’re friends.”

“Thank you so much!” Louise gave her a big hug. “I knew I could trust you!”

“Always,” Sammy smiled. “And you know what? I think I will go to bed now…”

“You’re sure you’re okay with a sleeping bag?” Louise asked. “The couch isn’t too bad… I-I’m sorry my bed isn’t bigger… Th-Though that would be weird, right? For us to share?”

“It’s fine,” Samantha promised her. By the time she got into her own pajamas, Louise was tucked into bed, a teddy bear by her side. They said their goodnights, and Sammy laid there on her sleeping bag and waited, watching the teacher slowly drift off. Despite her words, however, her insistence on revealing her secret, she didn’t move much once she was asleep, her covers staying firmly in place, keeping her diaper hidden.

Samantha had planned to wait all night if she had to, but as time dragged on, she started to get bored, to browse through Instagram, seeing the pictures people were posting from the senior party. As jealousy set in, she decided to help matters along, getting up and creeping over to the bed. She reached for the covers to pull them aside, Louise making a noise in her sleep, turning over.

Sammy stepped back nervously, not wanting to get caught. She tried one more time, after a few more minutes, with the same result. She frowned, debating the best course of action. If she stayed here too much longer, in the dark, she might fall asleep herself and miss out on her chance… She already knew the truth. She might as well go have fun at the party, and she could find another way to prove it to everyone tomorrow.

The party was a blast, made all the better by the secret she had simmering in the back of her mind the whole time. She went straight to school from there, to Louise’s classroom, having promised to lock it for her as they left the night before. She hadn’t known what she was going to do, exactly, but she was glad for the forethought now as she walked up to the whiteboard and began to draw.

She might not have a photo; she was a half decent artist, however. And if Louise came in and saw a drawing of herself in diapers, with her teddy bear, like the pathetic little baby she was, she’d probably burst into tears in front of the students who had gotten there already anyway, and that would be just as good. Sammy did take some liberties, adding a pacifier, putting her in a pair of booties and nothing else – other than the diaper, of course – for clothing, but the spirit of it was accurate to what she’d seen.

There was one final dig she chose to throw in, one change to to diaper to add insult to injury. According to Louise, she only had bladder problems, but who was going to believe that, when they found out that she had to wear ‘protection’ full-time? She erased the back of the diaper before hiding the erasers to make it that much more difficult for Louise to get rid of the picture, then redrew it, making it lumpy, clearly full… Satisfied, she’d moved on to label it, write out Louise’s name so everyone would know who it was.

“Well, well, well, class,” Samantha probably ought to have been worried, hearing the teacher’s voice, but she knew she had all the power here. She owned that scrawny, nerdy little woman now… She was going to be able to do whatever she wanted in her class, and beyond. She could probably throw parties at her place every weekend, and make her do the clean-up, as long as she promised not to tell her mother, and if she, and the rest of the class, wouldn’t let the other students know. “Look at that.”

“Isn’t it nice, Louise?” Samantha giggled, ignoring the conversation they’d had the night before at the sleepover, about how she needed to be sure to address her properly, by her last name, once school started. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I do, Sammy,” Louise replied, to Samantha’s surprise. She didn’t sound the least bit upset, or surprised, or even angry… She began to turn around, confused, right as Louise continued, “See, class? Sammy drew us a lovely little self-portrait.”

“Oh, please,” Samantha scoffed. “That is so obviously…”

She frowned, shifting in place. The dress she’d stashed in her bag to change into for the party was tiny, but, knowing that her first class of the day would be with Louise, she knew she wouldn’t get called out for violating the dress code, and she’d stashed a more ‘appropriate’ outfit in her locker. Now, however, it felt like it was getting shorter and shorter, creeping its way up her body…

Worse, though, was what was going on underneath, her skimpy panties growing, swelling between her legs, spreading out to cover her whole bottom as they thickened, as the outside of them changed from cloth to plastic, crinkling as she squirmed in confusion, as she tugged frantically at her dress, trying to keep it from shrinking too far, from revealing the diaper she was suddenly, somehow, wearing.

“No!” she squealed in horror, realizing she’d lost the fight as she heard a chorus of giggles behind her, head swimming in terror and bewilderment. This couldn’t be happening… This was impossible!

“It’s all right,” Louise cooed at her. “We all know how strict your Mommy is. I suppose you should just be grateful that she lets you wear a shirt to school, anyway, even if that’s how you dress at home.”

“No!” Sammy stomped her foot, her shoes making no sound whatsoever, feeling so soft and strange… She looked down, seeing that they had, of course, become booties. “It’s not me! It’s you! See?!”

She turned back to the board, only to see that the picture had changed, that the face, the hair, the body clearly belonged to her and not Louise… And the words she’d just written no longer had her teacher’s name, but her own. Her nose wrinkled, mortified at the infantile depiction of herself. Worst of all was the back of the diaper, the last thing she’d drawn… Her head spun as she stared at it, as she felt a rumbling in her belly at the same time, as, without her being able to stop it, she felt her own diaper begin to fill with a load of soft, squishy mush.

“N-No!” she whimpered, turning around, trying to hide the drooping seat of her padding from the rest of the class, only to finally take a look at them, to realize that her clothing wasn’t the only thing that had changed. She didn’t know any of the people seated there, and the fact that they were mostly all in diapers, too, and baby clothes just made her more anxious. They were seated in plastic chairs, around low tables, more like they were at a preschool than high school, which was appropriate, given the decorations on the walls, teaching them letters and numbers, shapes and colors…

“Wh-Where is this?” she sniffled at Louise.

“Oh, poor Sammy,” the teacher clucked, patting her on the head, slipping a pacifier into her mouth. “I’m afraid I told you a little lie… A few, actually. You see, it was my first time teaching… At your school. I’ve had lots of first days at other schools, though, and lots of brats and bullies like you who think they can take advantage of a scared, nervous, young teacher, and her secret. Unfortunately for all of them, they don’t know that I have another secret…”

“Y-You’re a witch,” it dawned on Sammy. She’d had no clue, mere minutes ago, that magic even existed, but there was no denying it now.

“Very good!” Louise smiled, clapping her hands. “Gold star! Specifically, I’m a time witch… Which allows me to bring naughty children like you here, to this classroom, and take all the time I need to teach you to be good, before returning you back to the moment before you did whatever it was that earned you a spot here. And if you choose to do it again anyway… We can start all over again. You’re not getting out of here until I’ve made you the sweetest little boys and girls possible.”

Sammy shivered, staring out at the other students, wondering how long they’d been here, how many cycles they’d been through… And how many it was going to take for her. “Go on,” Louise gave her a teddy bear and a pat on the diaper, the girl squeaking as the mess there squelched beneath her hand. “Go find a seat… There are no diaper changes until naptime, little one.”

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