The Playdate Before Christmas – Chapter 5

Camdyn took a deep breath, weighing her options, but knowing, deep down, what the right one was, what she had to do, as embarrassing as it might be.

“Sh-She had an accident,” she told her Nanny. “A-And I was letting her change into one of my Pull-Ups, b-but she wanted to make me wear a diaper, and I didn’t wanna, and…”

“So you were helping her cover up her accident?” Nanny raised an eyebrow, staring down at Cam.

Cam nibbled on her bottom lip, nodded. If she was telling the truth, she was going to tell the truth. With any luck, Elektra was too busy crying over the changing table to overhear, though, even if she did, what was she going to do now? “I-I thought about coming to tell you, or her Nanny, b-but I kind of wanted her to get into trouble.”

“You did?” Nanny shook her head. “Why would you want that?”

“B-Because she deserves it!” Camdyn sniffed. “Sh-She’s been bullying me for years, a-and she’s the whole reason I’m stuck like this!”

“No, Camdyn.” Nanny’s voice was still mostly gentle, although it had turned just a hair harsher. “You’re stuck like this because of all your accidents.”

“A-And I only had those because of her!” Cam whined, the words bringing her back to the one she’d just had today, at the start of this whole thing. It would be the perfect opportunity to ‘prove’ that, to say that Elektra had done it again… But she knew better than to try to lie to Nanny. It might seem like a good idea, however, chances were good that the woman would see through her, would be even more upset than if she told the truth.

She sighed, wiggling her bottom, enjoying what was likely her last few moments in big girl panties for a while, at least as much as she could with the clammy dampness in them. “B-But I do have real accidents now,” she said. “A-And I had one, too… I-I’m sorry, Nanny…”

She lifted up her skirt, allowing the woman to slide down her tights, examining the thick, white panties underneath. “Camdyn,” Nanny scolded softly. “You know what this means…”

Cam winced. “I-I know, Nanny,” she agreed. “D-Do I hafta go all the way back to diapers?”

Nanny eyes flickered towards the changing table, Elektra now lying on top of it, still bawling, getting powdered up, her Nanny preparing to tape her up any moment now, to seal the deal of the final step of her regression. “I am proud of you for letting me know,” Nanny said hesitantly. “And it was only a small accident… I suppose I could give you one more chance.”

“R-Really?!” Camdyn gasped, hardly able to believe it.

“You are going back to trainers,” Nanny warned. “And I mean it, young lady, one more chance… Any other accidents, and I don’t care how much you bat your eyes at me and make them water… But it is almost Christmas, and you didn’t try to hide your accident like a naughty little girl, so…”

“Thank you!” Cam wrapped her arms around her Nanny, giving her a big hug. She might not love Pull-Ups, however, they were definitely better than diapers, especially now, with Elektra watching.

Then again, Elektra didn’t exactly seem concerned at the moment as her Nanny helped her down off of the changing table, batting aside the girl’s shocked hands as she poked at the bulky padding around her waist, the tapes a bit stretched to accommodate her wider hips, but holding tight. Her Nanny pulled the tights up over the diaper, then led the bully over to the corner, where Elektra stayed, rubbing her bottom through her new padding, sniffling pathetically.

Cam’s Nanny led her over to the changing table, Camdyn doing as she was told while her shoes and tights were removed. “I’m very sorry about that,” Elektra’s Nanny said when she returned to them from her own charge. “She’ll be giving you an apology when her time-out is over.”

“O-Okay,” Cam nodded, glancing up at her, then looking away as she saw the woman notice the small, yellow stain on her otherwise pristine panties.

“Oh, my,” she commented. “She didn’t make you do that, did she?”

Lying to her own Nanny was one thing; lying to Elektra’s, on the other hand… Perhaps she could have gotten away with that. Unfortunately, she didn’t even have the opportunity to try – not that she should have now anyway, with her Nanny listening in – before Nanny answered for her. “No, no. Little Cam here has never been any good at keeping her pants dry. I’d hoped we’d solved that, but I guess she needs another round of potty training after all.”

Camdyn’s cheeks burned as Nanny slid a Pull-Up up her legs, letting them snap into place. Her panties hadn’t been the biggest step up from them, yet, somehow, she’d already managed to forget how childish they were in comparison, how much smaller she felt when she had them on. The only blessing was that Nanny wasn’t going to make her start her potty training from scratch again, that she wasn’t going to leave her in diapers until she needed them, then teach her to use the potty properly, and hope it stuck this time.

The other Nanny seemed skeptical of that method. “Just right back to training?” she commented. “Do you think that’s for the best?”

“We’ll see,” Cam’s Nanny replied, slipping the tights back up her charge’s legs. “At least if she has more accidents now, I won’t have to worry about her leaking everywhere. And if I have to put her back into diapers in a week or two, that’s what we’ll do.”

Cam gulped, the Nanny having looked her in the eye with that final sentence, glaring at her, letting her see that she meant business… Not that Camdyn would ever have doubted that. “Y-Yes, Nanny,” she nodded.

“Hmm,” the other Nanny arched an eyebrow.

“Speaking of,” Cam’s Nanny smirked, “Cam tells me that Elektra had an accident, too, and switched out her Pull-Up.”

“I assumed as much,” Elektra’s Nanny sighed. “What are we going to do with these little brats? Do you really think either of them deserves their surprise now?” Cam squirmed, not liking being lumped in with Elektra that way, yet lacking the courage to deny it.

“They might not enjoy it as much, especially Elektra,” Cam’s Nanny said, “but it is there for them. Let me just fix Camdyn’s hair, and that ought to give Elektra enough time to stew in time-out, and then we can go.”

Cam gulped at the sight of her hairbrush being lifted from its spot on her dresser, though she was able to keep from having another accident, relatively confident that her Nanny was only going to be using it as it was intended, since that’s what she’d said she was going to do. Nanny sat down in her rocking chair, pulling Cam onto her lap, Camdyn all too happy to cuddle up there and let the woman brush her hair.

“It’s all right,” her Nanny cooed. “If you work hard, you’ll be back in your big girl panties in no time.”

“B-By New Year’s?” Cam blinked up at her hopefully.

Nanny scoffed. “Maybe by Valentine’s,” she countered. “If you can keep from having any accidents at all until then.”

She should have known it would take more than a week or two to prove she was still potty trained… February sounded like it was a long way off, but it wasn’t that bad. Still… “A-Any?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, Camdyn,” Nanny told her. “Any. One more chance, remember? Or would you…?”

“N-No,” Cam shook her head. “N-No, one is fine. I-I’ll do my best, Nanny.”

“I know you will,” Nanny gave her a hug. “But I mean it, Cam. One chance. And no excuses… I don’t care how excited you get on Christmas morning, or trying to stay up late on New Year’s Eve. An accident is an accident.”

“I-I know, ma’am,” Cam nodded. She had a feeling it was going to be tough… But now, knowing that Elektra was going to be in diapers that whole time, and probably far longer, assuming her Nanny had similar methods, she had even more incentive to stay dry so that, if they had any more playdates, she’d have that to hold over her. And, hopefully, their Nannies would know better than to leave them alone.

Nanny lifted her down out of her lap, taking her by the hand, while the other Nanny went to fetch Elektra from the corner, eyes red, mouth pouting as she toddled along beside her caretaker, sulking, her diaper bulging out quite obviously below the hem of her skirt “What do you have to say to your friend?” her Nanny asked, giving the girl a crinkly swat on the bottom when she stayed silent.

“I-I’m sorry I hurt you,” Elektra squeaked. “I-I hope it wasn’t too bad…”

Cam peered up at the Nannies, suspecting that she could have gotten the other girl disciplined further if she wanted… All things considered, however, pulling her hair was one of the nicer things Elektra had done to her, and had gotten the Nannies here quickly enough to stop the diapering. “It’s okay,” she said. “I forgive you.”

“What else, Elektra?” her Nanny demanded.

Elektra pouted, her free hand balling up into a frustrated fist. “A-And I deserve my punishment for being mean to you.”

“What punishment?” Her Nanny didn’t let her off the hook that easily, making her squirm in embarrassment.

“I-I deserve to be diapered for being so mean,” Elektra muttered.

“Yes, you do,” her Nanny agreed, giving Elektra’s diaper a pat. “And for the accident I know you had… Don’t think I didn’t notice you were in a different Pull-Up before I spanked you, young lady. I can only assume the worst, since you felt the need to hide the evidence… So you’re going to be staying in those for a long, long time.”

Elektra’s eyes widened, filled with tears again. “B-But…!” she protested, only to be pulled away, out of Cam’s bedroom, into the party, so that, if she felt the need to raise a fuss over that ultimatum, she’d have to do it in front of all of her parents’ friends.

Camdyn’s Nanny took her time, leading her out more slowly, making less of a scene, although she did still get plenty of comments, plenty of cheek pinches, while she anxiously tugged on her skirt. It had been just long enough to hide her panties… She had no idea if it was doing the same for her Pull-Ups or not, or if, like Elektra, her padding was definitely visible, no matter what she did.

It didn’t matter, in the end, as she was stopped by her step-mother, Quinn, glass of wine in hand. “Don’t you look darling?” she chuckled. “But what are you wearing there?” she smacked Cam’s hand away from her skirt, taking ahold of it herself. “Don’t tell me you peed your pants again?” she asked loudly, no doubt drawing plenty of eyes straight towards them as she lifted her step-daughter’s dress, showing off the training panties beneath her tights.

Cam could hear the giggling all around her, could feel the heat building up in her cheeks as she stood there, mortified. She should have expected it from Quinn, should have known she’d want to humiliate her, yet, somehow, she hadn’t thought the woman would go this far with it… And, to add insult to injury, she felt a trickle of wetness making its way into her trainers in response, knew that, no matter how tiny it was, that had sealed her fate. She hadn’t even made it an hour, much less all the way until Valentine’s Day. As soon as her Nanny found out, she was headed straight back to diapers after all.

Camdyn stared down at her feet as she was led through the rest of the crowd, unable to face them as she tried to smooth out her skirt, knowing it was pointless, that they all had probably seen what was underneath. Because of that, she didn’t see where they were going until she saw Elektra’s Mary Janes shuffling back the other way, heard the girl sniffling again, sounding more pitiful than ever, and she glanced up to see…

Santa. Santa Claus was sitting there, in her living room, smiling down at her. Obviously, it was just someone that had been hired to dress as him, but he was doing a very good job of it, looking perfectly jolly, with a real white beard and white hair, in quite a nicely made suit.

“Go on,” her Nanny sent her up to him with a pat on the bottom. “Go say hello.”

Cam gulped, walking up to him, feeling very much like an actual little girl as she got closer and closer, as she saw just how much like she’d always envisioned Santa. “Merry Christmas, Camdyn,” he greeted her. “Would you like to sit on my lap?”

That was, surely, why he was here, so she turned back to look at her Nanny for a moment, then nodded, letting him pick her up, set her on his knee. The commotion of the party seemed to die down almost instantly, everything fading away except for him and her.

“So, Camdyn,” he asked, “have you been a good girl this year?”

Cam gulped, squirming. “I-I’ve tried…”

He chuckled. “You’ve tried, huh? Well, I suppose that’s all I can really ask for. I think you’ve done a pretty good job, myself?”

“R-Really?” Cam blinked up at him.

“Sure!” he replied. “For the most part… So, tell me, Cam… What do you want for Christmas?”

“W-Well…” Camdyn wriggled, wondering what she ought to say, if he wanted a more cutesy answer, like ‘A new dolly!’ or something more than that.

He adjusted her on his lap, looking her in the eye. “What do you really want for Christmas?” he asked again.

His eyes were so deep, so blue… The noise of the party seemed to fade away all the more, almost making her feel as if she were in a snowglobe with him, all alone.

“I want to be a big girl again,” she confessed, a little surprised to hear the words continue to spill out of her mouth, a bit more honest than she might have normally been. “A-And I want Elektra to have to wear diapers for a long time so she can see what it’s really like… A-And I’d like for Quinn to get a taste of her own medicine, too.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “I see… Well, I can promise you that Elektra has, indeed, earned herself quite the stay in diapers, with her behavior this year, and for plenty of years before now. And you have been good enough to earn one more last chance, I think.”

Cam felt another warmth in her pants, this one a bit different; when it faded, the slight squishiness of her last accident was gone, nowhere to be found, no matter how much she shifted on Santa’s lap. Her eyes widened, staring up at him in disbelief while he smiled, gave her a wink. “H-How…?!”

“The rest is up to you,” Santa told her. “I have faith in you, Camdyn. I’m sure you can do it, if you put your mind to it. As to your step-mother… You’ve been a good girl this year, but I’m not sure you’ve been good enough for that. What do you think?”

Moments ago, Camdyn would have confidently said that Santa wasn’t real, of course, that she hadn’t believed in him in years… Now, she was on the opposite side, as silly as it seemed. Santa was a story for the littlest of kids… Yet he had, somehow, saved her from going right back into diapers, erased her accident… Who else could have done such a thing?!

And he was asking her if she’d been good enough to deserve such a huge present as turning the tables on Quinn, making her have an accident or two, perhaps right here at the party, in front of everyone, after she’d called Cam out for it, maybe even landing her all the way back in diapers. Cam thought she’d been very good…

But, if she was being honest with herself, Santa did have a point. She could have been a little better… She’d known what Elektra was going through, that there was a good chance she’d need the bathroom, had even considered, for a moment, taking her right to it, regardless of the way the girl had treated her in the past… And she hadn’t done it. She’d let her take one of her Pull-Ups to hide her inevitable accident, sure… She’d known the girl’s Nanny would likely discover the deception, however, known that she’d probably get in just as much trouble for that as if she’d been caught in soggy trainers.

Elektra might have deserved that… But a very good girl, one who could, perhaps, get anything at all she asked Santa for, would have looked past that, would have done everything she could to help Elektra stay out of diapers. She couldn’t say she regretted any of it, that she wasn’t happy to hear Santa’s promise that her bully would be in them for quite a while… It just would have been nice if Quinn could have gotten some of the same.

“No,” she replied quietly. “I guess not…”

“Well,” he told her with one final wink, “there’s always next year, isn’t there?”

That there was… And, as he lifted her down off of his lap, sending her back towards her Nanny, Cam stealing a peek back at him to confirm that he was really there, that she hadn’t imagined all of that, she was filled with a sense of determination. Not only was she going to make the most of the second chance he’d given her, going to do her best to be back in big girl panties for good by next Christmas, but she was also going to be on her very best behavior for the whole year, so that, hopefully, next year, Santa would agree that she’d earned every single one of her Christmas wishes.

The End

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It would have been lying to pretend that she didn’t take a second look at Santa as she shuffled through the mall, that she wasn’t tempted to join the line of tots and their parents. It didn’t matter that she was an adult, or that she knew she’d get plenty of strange looks, especially once she got up to him, sat on his lap… She still had vague memories of doing it as a kid, of how safe and warm and festive it made her feel.

It would also have been a lie for her to pretend she didn’t know what she’d ask him for, what she’d lean over and whisper into his ear. He would be confused, no doubt, might ask her to repeat it to make sure he’d heard it right, or smile and nod and take the picture so he could move on to the next person in line, likely used to his clients speaking too quickly and quietly for him to decipher what they meant, exactly.

Of course, she knew it wouldn’t have made a difference one way or the other; she was a grown-up, she was more than aware this wasn’t the real Santa, that Santa wasn’t real to begin with. Still, this time of year, it was easy to forget that, to let herself hold on to a shred of hope that maybe people were wrong, that he did exist, and if she believed, deep down, that he would grant her wish.

She froze, blushing as she saw Santa glance towards her, as if he sensed her staring at him – impossible, she told herself, considering everyone here was looking at him, that he was the center of attention in this part of the mall, on his red throne, in front of a painted backdrop of a cozy fireplace, stockings hung by it, bulging with goodies – and gave her a smile and a wink.

In confusion, she turned her head, certain there must be someone else behind her, someone he knew in real life. There were, unsurprisingly, plenty of people milling around, though none of them had stopped, were reacting. By the time she returned her gaze to him, he was back to the next child in line, helping her up onto his lap.

She shook her head, wondering if it had been a daydream, or if, perhaps, she was hallucinating, too tired from all the overtime she’d been working this month, hyped up on the caffeine she’d guzzled to get her through this frantic, last-minute shopping trip she’d put off far too long. Whatever the case, there was no way Santa had actually seen her, acknowledged her, like that… Right?

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She stretched, yawned, her brow furrowing slightly as she saw red and green lights blinking softly through her bleary vision. That wasn’t that unusual, of course – it was Christmas, and she’d left her tree’s lights on overnight so Santa would have some light, just in case – except that, obviously, her tree was in her living room… And she could have sworn she had set the lights to plain, traditional white. She could be wrong, though, might have hit the wrong button in her app, and maybe she’d fallen asleep on her couch.

She frowned, squirming, hearing a light crinkling coming from beneath her PJs. It was, again, not particularly strange… She didn’t get the chance to wear all that often nowadays, but there was something special about getting to wear on Christmas Eve, into Christmas morning, and she couldn’t pass that up. The more she moved, however, the more odd it felt. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the cool clamminess of a wet diaper, trying her best to remember if she’d done that before she drifted off.

The wetness must be what was causing the diaper to feel so thick, so bulky, far bigger than she recalled. But what was making her socks tug upwards against her feet whenever she squirmed? And why, when she reached her hand upwards to rub her eyes, did it feel like her blanket had come up with it? She attempted to brush it aside, only, when she started to close her hand, to feel a stiffness there, preventing her from being able to use her fingers.

She let out a gasp, sitting up, her diaper crackling under her, shocked wide awake. She looked down at herself, heart pounding as she saw the mittens covering her hands, attached to a red and white striped footed sleeper, a large bow on the chest and a massive bulge at the waist, much larger than any of the diapers she had in her stash could have made. She was lying in a pink bassinet, underneath a Christmas tree that appeared to stretch upwards forever.

She had been right all along… Santa was real, and he had, finally, come through for her.

The Playdate Before Christmas – Chapter 4

Camdyn knew she could be nice, could try to give Elektra a hand, get her to the bathroom for the worst of her accident… But if she did that, she might not get to see her bully wind up in diapers, and that was exactly what she wanted for Christmas this year.

Still, there was no need to make it too obvious, to go out and get the girl’s Nanny right away. That was just going to make the other young woman mad at her, give her a reason to get revenge, and if the two of them were stuck in Cam’s bedroom after it happened, Elektra would have plenty of opportunity for that, not to mention lots of stuff she could use, if she was given the motivation.

There was a chance that, by helping, she would be preventing it, would let Elektra seem more mature, relatively speaking, at least enough to keep her pants dry through a Christmas party. She suspected Elektra’s Nanny would see through it, however. She only hoped she didn’t get in trouble for helping.

“No!” Elektra repeated, reaching under her skirt, pressing her hands to her crotch, Cam seeing, even in the brief flash she got of them, even through the tights, that the Pull-Up was definitely soggy.

It was difficult not to giggle, to think about what was about to happen to the girl if she didn’t step in. It very well might happen still, but, were the Nanny to walk in now, check her – or, really, just see how Elektra was standing, the look on her face – there would be no question, no debate: Elektra would be put straight into one of the diapers she’d wanted to see Cam in so badly.

“Th-This is your fault!” Elektra whined, clearly desperate for something, anything, to blame other than herself. Even so, her voice sounded far higher, squeakier, less powerful, than it had moments ago when she was accusing Camdyn of the same thing.

“It’s okay,” Cam assured her. She felt a little dirty, comforting Elektra, of all people, but she knew what this was like, had more first-hand experience than most people their age. “It was going to happen sooner or later. At least you aren’t out in the middle of the rest of the party.”

“Y-Yeah, I guess…” Elektra admitted, sniffling.

Cam felt confident enough to edge around Elektra, the bully too occupied by the sensation of soaking her trainers to even attempt to stop her now. She was just standing there, staring downwards, occasionally whimpering. It really wouldn’t be difficult to make a run for it… But Cam had made up her mind, walking back over to the changing table, where Elektra had been a minute ago, where she had been threatening her.

The diaper was still open, still waiting on the changing table. She wanted to grab it, to fold it back up, get rid of it, but the mere sight of it made her feel tiny now, made her toes start to turn inward, made her head spin with shame, remembering how many of them she’d used since this had begun, how, tonight, after the party, no matter what happened, she was going to be taped into one again.

“C-Cam, no!” Elektra pouted, begging, something Camdyn had never heard from her before. She sounded so small, so pathetic… In that moment, even before Cam looked back at her, saw her bouncing in place, hands at her crotch, the very image of a toddler in the middle of failing her potty training, it was hard to believe she’d ever been scared of her, ever let her push her around.

That brought Camdyn a bit of strength, let her ignore the diaper for a moment. “Calm down,” she cooed, bending down and grabbing one of her Pull-Ups, holding it up. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Elektra stared at her, wide-eyed. “R-Really?” she blinked.

Cam hesitated for only a second. It would have been so appropriate to force Elektra into the diaper instead, especially this one, which she’d been saved from purely thanks to the bully’s accident. She hadn’t even considered it, really; it was clear Elektra didn’t want it, however, and Cam doubted she’d have been able to make her wear it, regardless of how satisfying that would have been.

Seeing her reaction now, Cam wondered if that had been a mistake, if, right after peeing her pants, Elektra would have felt vulnerable enough that she would have allowed it to happen… It probably wouldn’t have been worth the risk, however. All she’d have had to do was snap out of it for a moment, and then Cam quite likely would have found herself on the changing table. It was better to keep the other girl away from it altogether.

She walked over to Elektra, handing over the Pull-Up like an olive branch. “Here,” she offered. “I’m sure you saw where the wipes and stuff are. I-I can go over here to give you some privacy.”

She picked up the doll she’d offered to Elektra once the bully had take the training panties, shuffling over to the far side of the room, sitting down facing away from her, letting her do what needed to be done. A stunned silence hung over the room, Cam doing her best to not read into it, not to imagine what Elektra was doing, if she was starting to realize how mean she’d been all these years, if she was regretting it now that she saw how nice Cam was being to her.

If Elektra said anything about it, Cam was prepared to say that she seemed to be having actual fun as she waited only because of the fact that her phone had long ago been confiscated, that her baby toys, and especially her dolls, had been her main form of entertainment for a while now. This doll, particularly, Dawn, had been one from her childhood, one that she’d had in her closet before Nanny had ever arrived, that, in all honesty, she’d played with anyway, long after the rest of her friends had outgrown that sort of thing. It was a good thing she’d never been friends with Elektra, or she might have recognized it from past sleepovers, or coming over to hang out in her room. The one good thing about her punishment – other than, she supposed, not having to think about trying to find another job – was that she was not only allowed, but expected to play with it again, and that had come to her perhaps a little too naturally.

It did sometime feel like a trap, as it was easy to get too wrapped up in her games and found herself having accidents because of it. She’d already abandoned Dawn once, however, and after going back to her, she couldn’t bring herself to consider doing it again.

“All right,” Elektra said quietly. “I’m done.”

Cam blinked, surprised that she’d finished up so soon. It felt as if she’d barely sat down, but that was often how it went when she was playing with her dolls… “Okay,” she nodded, starting to stand up. “So, now do you want…?”

Before she could finish her question, Elektra grabbed her by the arm, hauling her the rest of the way to her feet. “Why, yes, Cam,” she interrupted, “I would like to get you all diapered up.”

Camdyn squeaked, seeing Elektra grin down at her like a cat playing with its prey, giving her a hard tug, sending her stumbling forward, towards the changing table. It looked like she’d been wrong… Her offering a helping hand hadn’t made Elektra regret her behavior one bit. “Elektra, stop!” she thrashed, heart pounding. “I-I let you have one of my Pull-Ups!”

“Please,” Elektra rolled her eyes. “Like I wouldn’t have been able to just take one on my own. You only wanted to butter me up, make me forget this was all your fault… But I’m not as dumb as you!”

The soles of Cam’s Mary Janes were too smooth, too slick, for her to dig into the floor, to stand her ground. No matter how hard she tried, she was being pulled closer and closer to the changing table, to the diaper, still waiting, looming there, ready for her soggy bottom to land on it.

“No!” she shook her head defiantly. She’d managed to keep Elektra from doing this to her for so long… She wasn’t going to let that streak end here, so close to Christmas. “Let me go!” she demanded, twisting in Elektra’s grip…

And, to her surprise, feeling her arm slip free. She wasn’t sure if Elektra had underestimated how strong Cam was, if her panic had given her some extra strength, or if it was an early Christmas miracle, but whatever the case, one second Elektra’s hand was clamped tightly around her forearm, and the next, it wasn’t.

“I’m not letting you do this anymore!” Camdyn declared. “You deserve everything you have coming to you! I hope your Nanny keeps you in diapers forever, you… Ow!”

It probably hadn’t been a good idea to gloat so close to Elektra, but Cam didn’t think she’d ever won against her before, that she’d ever been able to break free. For that brief moment, she felt so powerful… And then Elektra’s hand darted out, snatching a handful of Cam’s hair, pulling on it harshly, forcing Camdyn, eyes brimming with tears, towards the changing table again.

“I deserve this?!” Elektra huffed. “No, you deserve it! And everyone’s gonna see that, after I parade you out into the party in a messy diaper, you little brat!”

“N-No!” Cam squealed, trying to wriggle free, her movements only making the position more painful as her head and Elektra’s hand grew further apart in the struggle. “I-I don’t do that anymore!”

“Aww,” Elektra stuck her tongue out in a mocking pout. “You will after I fill your bottom with the suppositories I found!” She gave Cam’s backside a hard thwack with her free hand. “You should have just let me play dress-up with you! Now everyone is going to know…!”

“What is going on in here?!”

Camdyn might not have been as familiar with the voice, but the tone was familiar enough to fill her with fear, even knowing that she was clearly the one being bullied. Elektra’s grip loosened immediately, Cam stepping away, seeing the other girl’s feet backing off meekly through her watery gaze. “W-We were playing, Nanny!” Elektra claimed.

The next thing Cam knew, Elektra was having the table turned on her, her Nanny grabbing her by the arm the way Elektra had done to her, dragging her over to the changing table, the larger woman to grabbing Camdyn’s paddle from it. “That was not playing, young lady, and you know it!”

“Nanny, no!” Elektra shrieked stomping her foot. “N-Not in front of her!”

“Where better?” her Nanny asked, shoving Elektra forward, bending her over the changing table, her face landing right in the middle of the open diaper. “Take a big whiff, Elektra… What does it smell like?” Elektra whimpered, shaking her head. “I hope you like it,” the Nanny mocked her, pushing up the hem of Elektra’s dress, “because you’re going to smell like that as soon as I’m finished with this spanking.”

“N-No!” Elektra wailed. “Y-You can’t! I-I’m dry!”

Her Nanny tugged the tights and Pull-Up down to Elektra’s knees, not paying attention to the design of the latter, whether it had changed or not, in the heat of the moment. “I don’t care, young lady,” she informed the wriggling girl beneath her. “Behavior like this deserves diapers regardless! And right before Christmas, too! Absolutely shameful!”

Camdyn could see pinkness on Elektra’s bare bottom, evidence that this was definitely not the first spanking she’d gotten. It may well have been the first she’d gotten with a paddle, however, or perhaps it was the location, the audience, the knowledge that she was being demoted to diapers afterwards, that made her cry so loud at the first swing of the paddle.

It was difficult to tear her eyes away from the well-earned punishment, but Camdyn did as soon as she felt a hand stroking her hair, turning to see her own Nanny standing there. “Oh, Cam,” she cooed. “I’m so sorry…”

Cam felt her lip quiver, giving the woman a big hug, feeling grateful for their sudden appearance, for the good timing. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would have been able to hold out, to keep from being dragged over to the changing table and diapered.

“We had a special surprise for the two of you, and we were coming to fetch you, but then I heard you yell out in pain…” Camdyn reached up, rubbing the side of her hair where Elektra had pulled her hair, realizing that, and her reaction, might have been what saved her. “What happened? Tell me everything…”

Cam glanced over at Elektra, getting soundly paddled, bawling, already in plenty of trouble as it was… But was it really any more than she deserved? Than she’d earned after years of being an awful bully? Camdyn was in a position now to make it worse for her, to tattle about the Pull-Up switch… Or, she could go even further, perhaps save herself as well, claim that it was Elektra’s fault her panties were wet. She had no doubt Nanny would discover that soon enough as it was, though maybe, in all this excitement, she wouldn’t think to check until after the party…

Should Cam…

…Tell Nanny the truth about everything, including about Elektra’s accident as well as her own?

…Tell Nanny the truth, including about Elektra’s accident, but keep quiet about hers?

…Tell Nanny the truth, but don’t mention either of them having accidents?

…Blame everything on Elektra?

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CYOA: The Playdate Before Christmas – Chapter 3

Camdyn took a deep breath, reminding herself of how harsh the Nanny could be, when she wanted, how difficult it was to convincingly lie to her. She would have loved to see Elektra on the receiving end of that, but, unfortunately, there was no way to know for sure if she’d be able to pull it off, if her Nanny wouldn’t see through it and punish Cam instead for fibbing. She had promised to behave, and lying was definitely not that.

However… Just because she wasn’t trying to actively get Elektra in trouble didn’t mean she had to help her out. Maybe, Cam told herself, she didn’t need it. She didn’t know that Elektra’s Nanny was going to use the same methods that hers had, although it certainly would have been appropriate. Camdyn had never had any real trouble holding her bladder unless Elektra was keeping her from using the bathroom… Not until Nanny had started giving her her special ‘medicine.’

Just thinking about it now made Cam’s blood boil a bit, made her wonder if she’d made the right choice not trying to get revenge. As evidenced by her currently soggy panties, her potty training had been destroyed, and Nanny had rebuilt it from the ground up, which had been one of the most humiliating things Cam could think of, especially since, now, it still wasn’t fully recovered.

Was the same thing happening to Elektra? Or was her Nanny keeping her in Pull-Ups purely to belittle her? As much as Camdyn darkly wished it to be the former, she also worried about it being the case, about discovering that Elektra’s body was resisting it more than hers had been able to, that, maybe, there had been some kernel of truth to Elektra’s bullying, some inherent weakness in Cam that meant she was far more suited for diapers, even if she’d fought her way back out of them for now.

“D-Do you want to play?” she asked innocently, shuffling over to her toybox. “I have dolls, and some board games, or we could…”

“Are you kidding me?” Elektra scoffed. “You think I want to sit here and play dollies with you?!”

It was hard not to feel intimidated, after all those years of torment, but all Cam had to do was look at Elektra, see that she was dressed the same as her, and remind herself that, underneath that dress, she was, in fact, in something even more immature than Camdyn’s own cotton panties, to shake it off, at least for the most part.

“I mean, it’s up to you,” she shrugged. “That’s what I have to do here… If you want, you can go out to the party with the grown-ups, but…”

“That’s where I belong!” Elektra hissed. “I AM a grown-up!”

“Me, too,” Camdyn said calmly, “but I’d rather not let them see me this way… If you do, then be my guest.”

She gestured sweetly to the door. Elektra glared at her, arms crossed, clearly wanting to refuse, out of principle if nothing else, but having to admit, in her mind, at any rate, even if she didn’t voice it, that Cam had a point.

“So I’m stuck here with you?” Elektra finally huffed, looking around at the childishly decorated bedroom. “I bet they didn’t have to redecorate in here at all, did they?”

Cam bit her tongue, certain Elektra was saying that only to get a rise out of her, that there was no way she believed that Cam’s room had been covered in so much pink, that her walls would have been covered in pictures of cutesy baby animals, when she’d lived here at the end of high school. She definitely hadn’t had the changing table then, or even the canopy bed, with its rails, and the plastic sheet hiding under the covers, expertly tucked in by Nanny after Camdyn’s attempt to prove she could make her bed on her own now.

“Oh, and these!” Elektra’s eyes lit up as they returned to the changing table, stepping over to it and picking up a diaper. Camdyn’s stomach lurched, suddenly forgetting about Elektra’s situation, simply terrified to see her bully holding one of the things Cam had been forced to wear for so long thanks to her.

“Put it down!” Camdyn ordered, with all the authority she could muster… Which, unfortunately, was not much at all, just egging Elektra on.

“Oh, my God,” Elektra giggled, giving the diaper a squeeze. “It’s so thick and so crinkly…”

“Put it down!” Cam repeated, stomping her Mary Jane in frustration.

“And pink!” Elektra continued, unbothered. “Aww, and look at the cute little princess on the front… Oh, and the crowns! Do those go away when you pee yourself?”

“Elektra!” Camdyn whined, squirming anxiously as she watched Elektra unfold the diaper, laying it out on the changing table.

“Come on,” Elektra gave it a pat. “Why don’t you show me?”

“No!” Cam refused, shaking her head. “I don’t wear diapers anymore!”

“You don’t?” Elektra raised an eyebrow. “Then why do you still have so many, Cam?”

Camdyn didn’t have a good answer for that, not without confessing that she needed her diapers for bedtime. She might not wet the bed every night, but it was often enough that it was hard to argue against them.

“Come on, Cam,” Elektra sneered. “All I want is to see you in your cute little diapers… It’s all I’ve wanted for a long time, but you never did it for me at school, or at work… And now, here they are, and there you are… You owe it to me for putting this stupid idea in my parents’ head.”

“I don’t owe you anything!” Camdyn snapped. “This is all because of you in the first place!”

“I thought you wanted to play dolls, Cam,” Elektra narrowed her eyes. “Are you changing your mind now?”

“We can play dolls!” Camdyn exclaimed, hurrying over to her toy box and digging through it, grabbing one of her dolls and holding it up, swallowing a gasp of surprise and fear when she found Elektra looming right behind her now. “L-Look, this is one of my favorites, but if you want her…”

“No,” Elektra shook her head. “I don’t think you understand, though I can’t say I’m surprised. You are going to be my baby doll. And baby dolls wear diapers, don’t they?”

“Elektra, no!” Camdyn sniffled. “Y-You don’t understand… I-I had to wear diapers for months and months because of you, a-and I finally got out of them, a-and…”

Elektra’s nose twitched, and she held up a finger to silence Cam’s frenzied attempts to put a stop to this. “What is that smell?” she asked.

Cam’s hands flew to the hem of her dress, grasping at it, knowing that, if Elektra wanted to, she could force her over to the changing table, push her up onto it, diaper her, whether Cam liked it or not… And, given the state of her panties right now, she could hardly argue that she didn’t deserve it.

“M-Maybe you had an accident,” Camdyn tried to deflect the blame. “Y-Your Nanny said…”

“I-I didn’t!” Elektra answered, after paling slightly, wiggling her bottom, making Camdyn have to wonder if it might be true after all. Elektra had been distracted with tormenting her, so it was possible she might have missed a twinge, might have dribbled… “I-I don’t pee my pants like you!”

Cam could have questioned why, then, she was in Pull-Ups, why her Nanny had announced that she was on her last strike, but she could see, from the redness spreading across Elektra’s face, that there was no need, that she knew Camdyn remembered all of that, that she was aware that it was a lie.

“I-It’s barely anything,” Elektra sniffed. “I-It shouldn’t even count!”

Cam carefully took a step to the side, trying to give herself a little space, rather than remaining trapped between the toybox and the bully, managing only one before Elektra snapped out of it, glowering at her again, her full attention on her prey. “You have Pull-Ups here, too,” she pointed out. “I could just change here, and you wouldn’t tattle, would you?”

Would she? It was such a perfect opportunity to see Elektra be put in her place… From the glimpse she’d gotten of Elektra’s trainers through her tights, she wasn’t positive if they were the same as hers or not, although she suspected they weren’t. In her panic, would Elektra realize that? Would she think about it? Or would she assume her Nanny wouldn’t notice?

Camdyn was confident that the woman would, if she allowed it to happen, that, in the end, Elektra would be in even more trouble than she would have been if she’d simply confessed to her accident. And, if there was any question about whether Elektra had changed herself, her Pull-Up would be the only one in Cam’s diaper pail at the moment, so it would be simple to prove that she had.

“M-Maybe if you agree not to make me wear a diaper…” Cam attempted to bargain.

Elektra shook her head defiantly. “If I hafta wear a Pull-Up, it’s only fair you be in diapers!”

“B-But I don’t wear them!” Cam told her again. “If Nanny sees me in them, she might think…” She wasn’t sure if what she was about to say would actually convince Elektra to stop, or just encourage her more; it didn’t matter, in the end.

“We’ll tell her we were playing dress-up,” Elektra said. “That’s a game little babies like you like to play, isn’t it?”

Camdyn, honestly, had no idea how her Nanny would react, really. Perhaps Elektra was right, and she’d buy that it was an innocent game of dress-up… Or she might think that Cam had allowed herself to be put into a diaper to try to hide an accident, to get ahead of her reaction. Or maybe she’d see through Elektra’s story, realize she’d forced Cam to do it, knowing how much Camdyn disliked wearing them, that she’d never choose to do it for some silly game…

Elektra froze, her thighs pressing together quickly, eyes widening. “Oh, no!” she squealed. Cam knew that look, knew that reaction… No doubt, the girl’s trainers were growing wetter and warmer by the moment thanks to her foolish decision to keep threatening Cam, assuming she’d be able to hold the rest of her pee, rather than rushing to the bathroom as soon as she’d felt the first few drops of her accident.

It was possible that she was right, too, about everything… Maybe she could deal with it, could stop it, even though Camdyn hadn’t been able to, once her un-potty-training had begun. She was definitely making an effort, at any rate, concentrating hard enough that Camdyn suspected she could finish her escape, make a run for the door…

But should she? Was that the right idea? Or should she help Elektra out, even though she knew the girl would never have done the same for her?

Should Camdyn…

…Go tattle on Elektra?

…Go tattle on Elektra and confess to her own accident at the same time?

…Try to help Elektra to the bathroom on time?

…Wait for Elektra to finish and let her change into a dry Pull-Up, but try to stop Elektra from diapering her?

…Wait for Elektra to finish and let her change into a dry Pull-Up, and let Elektra put her into a diaper?

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The Playdate Before Christmas – Chapter 2

Camdyn was very tempted to lie, to tell Nanny that she might be sick, but the risk was just too great. The last thing she needed was for Elektra to come in here and find her bent over her bed, thermometer in her backside… Or, worse, in the corner, red bottom on display if Nanny suspected she’d lied on purpose. Maybe she’d go easy on her, or take her word for it, so she could go to the party… It probably wasn’t the best idea to bank on it, however.

“Sorry, Nanny,” she mumbled, stomach lurching at the thought of what she was about to say. It was, in its own way, more of a lie than pretending to be ill would have been, although it was one she was less likely to be caught in. “Y-You’re right, I’m just excited about seeing my friend again.”

“Of course you are!” Nanny smiled at her. “It’s been so long since you’ve been big enough to have friends over to play with, hasn’t it? And that’s why I expect you to be on your best behavior. I know it can be exciting for little girls when they get together, but, as much progress as you’ve made, you’re still on thin ice, young lady. Don’t spoil it.”

Cam squirmed, wondering if Nanny was talking about the damp spot in her panties, if she knew about it already somehow. Was that a hint for Cam to confess to it now? Or, if she did so, would that land her right back into Pull-Ups already? “I-I’ll do my best, Nanny,” she squeaked, unsure of what that was going to look like at the moment.

“Good girl,” Nanny kissed her on the top of the head. “Now, then, why don’t..?” Before she could finish the question, there was a tap on the bedroom door. “Ah, excellent. That must be her.” She walked over and answered it, Camdyn whimpering softly, bracing herself for the worst. Maybe, if she was lucky, Elektra would make fun of her right away, earn some of Nanny’s ire…

When Nanny opened the door, however, she revealed not Elektra, but another tall, gorgeous woman, like Nanny, the very sight of her making Cam feel closer to twenty-five months old, rather than twenty-five years. She didn’t even think the woman was that much older than her, though she suspected, like with Nanny, if she asked she’d be told it was rude to ask a woman her age, and possibly be reprimanded for it by both of them. No matter what the difference in age was, there was no doubt she was far more mature than Camdyn, fidgeting there in her party dress and wet panties.

“Lovely to see you,” Nanny greeted the woman.

“You, too, dear,” the woman replied. “And this must be Camdyn. What a cutie!”

“Isn’t she?” Nanny beamed. “Come on, Camdyn, give her a curtsy.”

Reluctantly, Cam did as she was told, praying that her skirt was long enough, her tights thick enough, to hide any evidence of her accident, knowing that hesitating would lead to too many questions, possibly a more thorough examination. The two watched her, nodded approvingly, Cam having to admit that she felt a swell of pride at that.

There was also a sense of relief that, perhaps, she had a little more time to prepare, mentally, for what was about to happen. She’d thought Nanny meant that Elektra was here; apparently she’d been talking, instead, about her friend. It was still embarrassing, being seen this way by a strange, but it was an embarrassment she was more used to by now.

And then, to her surprise, Nanny peered behind the other woman, smirked. “And there you are! Why are you hiding, sweetie? Come say hello to your little friend.”

Cam heard a sound she was very familiar with by now, that of a Mary Jane stomping against the floor. More surprising, however, was the, “No!” that accompanied it. It wasn’t exactly how she remembered it, didn’t have the same confidence, yet she recognized it nevertheless, as hard as it was to believe.

“What was that?!” the woman demanded, spinning around. “We talked about this, young lady! You get out here right now!” She grabbed the wrist of the meek form cowering behind her, pulling her out from its hiding spot, sending it stumbling into the bedroom, face red and sullen.

“E-Elektra?!” Cam’s eyes widened, stunned.

It was, indeed, her, though she didn’t look at all like Camdyn remembered her. She had on no make-up, no jewelry, no fancy clothes… She was in a party dress not unlike Cam’s, except green, and perhaps a bit shorter, with white tights and Mary Janes underneath, red ribbons in her long, blonde hair. “Shut up!” Elektra sulked, hanging her head, as if that would keep Cam from being able to see her.

“Elektra!” the woman – her own Nanny, Camdyn had to assume – snapped, lifting the back of her dress to deliver a harsh swat to her backside. A backside covered in ruffles, like Cam’s, as well as, unlike Cam, what was unmistakably a Pull-Up. “You know you don’t use that kind of language, especially not to your friends!”

Elektra squeaked, gasped, trying to pull her skirt back down. “She’s not my friend!” she glowered. “And all I said was…!”

Her Nanny spun her around, pinching her chin between her fingers, lifting her head up to make the younger woman stare her in the eye. “Are you going to repeat it, young lady?” she asked quietly, calmly… But in the sort of quiet calm that Cam identified as coming right before the storm. It sent a shiver through her, and she wasn’t even the one it was directed at.

“I-It’s not…!” Elektra whined, clearly sensing the danger herself, though frustrated enough by it to not stay silent or apologize the way Cam knew she should.

“I may not have brought any of your diapers with me tonight, but I see Camdyn here has plenty that I’m sure she’d let you borrow,” Elektra’s Nanny threatened. That one sentence took Cam on quite the roller coaster ride, ending rather bumpily as Elektra looked over, saw her changing table.

“I don’t wear diapers, Nanny!” Elektra insisted, obviously more for Cam’s benefit than her Nanny’s.

“You will as soon as you get one more strike,” the woman narrowed her eyes. “And if you keep arguing with me…”

“Fine!” Elektra caved immediately. There was little doubt that this was not the first time she’d heard that threat, or that she considered the woman capable of carrying it out, if she thought Elektra deserved it. “I’m sorry I told you to shut up, Cam.”

“Very good,” her Nanny told her, letting go of her with a pat on the bottom. “Play nicely, you two.”

And, with that, the Nannies were gone, leaving the two young women on their own, awkwardly doing their best to keep from locking gazes with one another in their childish outfits.

Camdyn was the first to break the ice, unable to keep the question bottled up any longer. “What happened to you?!” she blurted out.

“What happened to me?” Elektra hissed. “You did, you little pants-wetter!” She lunged forward, shoving Camdyn, nearly knocking the smaller girl over. Cam stumbled back a few feet, fear rushing through her until she remembered what the bully was wearing under her dress.

“Wh-What are you talking about?” she demanded, crossing her arms. “You know I only ever wet my pants because of you in the first place!”

Elektra rolled her eyes. “You’re the one who let all… this… happen,” she said, gesturing around at the bedroom, at Cam’s outfit. “And your parents told mine about what a great job their Nanny service was doing in improving your attitude, so they hired one for me!”

“Wait, did you still live with your parents?” Cam asked.

“Only because you quit!” Elektra glared at her. “I thought I could pull the same prank on the girl who replaced you, but she wasn’t a pathetic little pushover like you, and she complained and got me fired, and… And all of this is your fault!”

It wasn’t, of course; this was all of Elektra’s own misbehavior coming back to bite her on her now-padded bottom, and it couldn’t have happened to a nicer person. Cam had never believed in karma until now, until hearing that her bully was finally getting her comeuppance, purely as a result of everything she’d done to Cam over the years. If she hadn’t tormented her in high school, she probably wouldn’t have done the same when they started working together, and, even if she had, Quinn and Cam’s dad wouldn’t have thought it was a regular problem she had. If not for that, they wouldn’t have hired the Nanny, who wouldn’t have taken away all her grown-up clothes and panties and privileges.

And now Elektra was in her bedroom, and on the verge of being sent back to diapers, while Camdyn had worked her way back up from them, had earned some semblance of her big girl underwear back. Her were certainly far more mature than Elektra’s… It seemed like both of the Nannies knew that she was more well-behaved, too.

Which meant, for once, that the ball might be in her court. Elektra had already shoved her, which her Nanny was probably not going to be pleased to hear. Or that dampness in her panties might actually come in handy… If she could craft a story about how Elektra hadn’t let her get the the bathroom, just like old times, maybe she’d get in trouble for it for once. It would be appropriate if that was what landed the bully in diapers herself.

Or… Maybe, in the spirit of the season, she ought to be merciful on her… At least for now. It was hard to tell what she might do, if Cam gave her the chance. It was very possible she’d get herself in trouble, and that might be even more satisfying to watch, and wouldn’t require her being a tattletale, or attempting to lie to her Nanny, which she knew might not end well. She could try to play nicely with her, let her hoist herself on her own petard… Or she could go above and beyond, act like she was helping her out, earn her trust… And then strike when she’d had time to come up with a potentially even better, more humiliating, plan for Elektra’s downfall.

“What?” Elektra pouted, staring at her, noting her silence as she debated all of this in her mind. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Should Camdyn…

…Tattle on Elektra for shoving her?

…Claim that Elektra made her wet herself?

…Show Elektra where the bathroom is, just in case?

…Or ask if Elektra wants to play?

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The Exchange Student – Chapter 19

It was strange how much more embarrassing it felt, wearing her regular diapers here, in public, than it had been at the airport, or even the convenience store. Unlike the former, she knew there was a far higher chance that she’d see the people here again at some point, since they weren’t all getting onto planes, flying to all corners of the globe; unlike the former, Mr. Florez and Aidan were around for the car ride, and, presumably, everything else.

Even so, and even knowing that she could control herself, that she wouldn’t let herself leak through the Pampers, she hadn’t quite been brave enough to defy Mrs. Florez. She fidgeted, staring down at the ground as her turn came up, one of the security officers waving her forward. It had, of course, been the one she didn’t want, the one she’d spotted right away and prayed she wouldn’t wind up with. Most of them were older men, and, while she didn’t particularly relish the thought of them rifling through her things, she’d prefer them to the one younger guy there, not much older than Anna, and pretty cute at that.

She froze, stomach churning, legs squeezing together, feeling the bulk of her diaper, listening to it crackle. If he couldn’t tell already, he’d know instantly, when he saw what was in her bag, what she was wearing. She had no idea if zoos even did this, but she had a vision of him seeing her baby powder, growing suspicious, pulling her aside for a full body search, stripping her down to her diaper in some tiny, blank room…

“Go on, Anna,” Mrs. Florez urged. “You’re holding up the line, dear.”

Anna blinked back to reality, cheeks burning brighter from her daydream, and from the annoyed grumbling she could hear behind her. She wasn’t sure how long it had been, though for a split second, she thought that maybe she had at least stalled long enough for another officer to be available.

It was still only him, starting to look impatient. With a deep breath, she stepped towards him, nibbling her bottom lip as she handed the bag over and he set it down on his table, unzipping it, revealing the contents. She squirmed as she saw him security officer push aside her adult diapers, checking to see that she wasn’t trying to sneak in a weapon or something underneath. He had to know they were hers… Even if he didn’t notice the bulge under her shorts, they were clearly for a big girl, not a toddler, not some younger family member like he might have assumed if she’d gone with Pampers.

She felt a hand on her back, glanced up to see Mrs. Florez, smiling gently down at her. It really did make her feel a little better, she had to admit, a little more safe and protected. And, thankfully, the security officer didn’t say anything, just zipped her bag back up, handed it over with a practiced, “Enjoy the zoo,” that sounded like it could have been the millionth time he’d spoken those words.

“You okay?” Mrs. Florez asked, leading Anna through the entrance.

“Y-Yeah,” Anna nodded, doing her best to calm down, to convince herself that it was over, and nothing had happened. He had definitely seen her diapers, no doubt – his hands had been all over them – but he’d barely even reacted, perhaps a raise of the eyebrow, if that. If he’d peered at her to confirm if they were hers, if she was currently wearing one, she’d been too busy fretting about it to actually see it. “I-I…”

“Hey.” Mrs. Florez stopped her, kneeling down in front of her. “It’s all right if you aren’t, Anna. We can take a little rest if you need it.”

Anna shook her head, though she did appreciate the offer. “N-No, I’m fine,” she said. “We just got here.”

“We can always let the others go on ahead and catch up with them,” Mrs. Florez told her. “If you want to sit down, maybe have something to drink…”

“No,” Anna replied, even if the offer was enticing. “I promise, Mrs. Florez, I’m okay. I-It was a little embarrassing, that’s all.”

Mrs. Florez gave her a sympathetic smile, and then a hug. “I bet I know what will take your mind off of that… Some cute animals!”

Anna giggled, nodded. “I bet so,” she agreed.

Mrs. Florez led her over to the bathrooms, where the rest of the family was waiting. “Ah, good,” Mr. Florez said as they approached. “You didn’t get arrested.”

“I should have told you not to bring that,” Aidan apologized. “I don’t bring my bag anymore so I don’t have to wait in that line.”

“She doesn’t have a choice, Aidan,” Karissa rolled her eyes.

“Why not?” Aidan asked, Anna’s heart beating a little faster, eyes darting between Karissa and Mrs. Florez, wondering who was going to answer, what they were going to say, because her mind had gone blank, her mouth dry.

“It’s a girl thing,” Karissa spoke up after what felt like an interminably long moment.

“Then why don’t you have one?” Aidan narrowed his eyes.

Thankfully, Karissa was ready this time, didn’t leave Anna panicking in silence for too long. “I’m using hers,” she shrugged. “Don’t be nosy, Aidan.”

“Don’t fight, kids,” their dad ordered. “We’re at the zoo!”

Thankfully, Aidan was willing to let it go. “What are we going to look at first?”

“Well, I don’t know,” Mrs. Florez replied. “This is Anna’s first time here, so she should pick.”

“M-Me?” Anna fidgeted. “I-I dunno…” She looked around at the signs, directing visitors to different sections for inspiration. “The big cats?”

“Nice!” Aidan appeared to approve, hurrying along ahead with Mr. Florez while Mrs. Florez hung back with Anna, and technically Karissa, although she was more busy looking at her phone at the moment.

“It was nice of you to agree to come along,” Mrs. Florez told Anna. “You really didn’t have to… Aidan would have been fine.”

Anna shook her head. “No, I like the zoo. I’m happy to be here. It was nice of you to pay for my ticket… A-And wait with me in the security line.”

Mrs. Florez chuckled, gave Anna’s shoulders a squeeze. “Of course, sweetheart. I wasn’t going to make you stand there all by yourself.”

Anna knew that was something she ought to be able to do, that she was definitely old enough for it, but it felt different now, after the past day, while she was in diapers… Without Mrs. Florez there, she might still be frozen in place, gawking at the security officer, the rest of the line flowing around her, or growing increasingly impatient at her for holding them up. Just like earlier, with Mrs. Florez, she found herself fantasizing about having her diaper pulled down, her backside spanked, this time by the cute security officer, pushed over his table, bottom in the air, feet kicking, in front of all of those people…

“Wow,” Mrs. Florez commented. “That did shake you up, didn’t it? Are you sure you don’t want to take a break?” Anna could practically feel the heat coming off of her face, telling her why Mrs. Florez had asked. “Or does somebody have a bit of a crush?” she teased.

“No!” Anna squeaked, a little too fast, a little too loud.

“He was very handsome,” Mrs. Florez observed.

“Yeah,” Anna agreed. “And he saw my… you know…” She blushed, looking around at the people around her, not wanting to say it out loud, whether it was obvious to them that she was wearing one or not.

“Oh, sweetie,” Mrs. Florez stroked Anna’s hair, “that’s just a part of who you are. It’s probably better for him to know up-front. He didn’t seem bothered by it. I bet he’s seen plenty of people of all ages with those in their bags! And I’m sure he saw how cute you were, too.”

The redness in Anna’s cheeks darkened. “O-Oh, look!” she pointed, changing the subject quickly. “Tigers!” She rushed over to the pen, leaning forward over the fence.

She felt a hand on her back, glanced over her shoulder to see Karissa tugging at the hem of her shirt, pulling it back into place over the waistband of her diaper. “Th-Thanks,” Anna told her.

“Like I said,” Karissa shrugged, giving Anna’s diaper a playful pat, “she can be kind of intense sometimes.”

That was true, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing… And Anna didn’t know if she would have made it in without her. “They’re pretty, aren’t they?” Mrs. Florez observed, walking up behind them. “Does she need a change already?”

“She’s fine, Mom,” Karissa rolled her eyes, Anna continuing to blush, listening to them talk about her, over her, as if she wasn’t there, wasn’t trying to pretend not to hear them as she looked out at the tigers.

“Well, she’s had a lot of excitement already,” Mrs. Florez said.

Thankfully, Aidan and Mr. Florez came over to join them, Aidan wanting them to come across the pathway to look at the lions, Anna happy to comply. She was just as happy to let him take over, leading them through the zoo; if anything, it made it less embarrassing, having him prompt them to stop and look at everything, even though she was every bit as eager as he was.

And if there was any question of how Mrs. Florez saw her, which of her children she considered her closer in age to, it was answered when, without hesitation, she paid for Anna to pet the giant tortoise along with Aidan, and accompanied them over to the handwashing station, watching them carefully to be sure that they both actually used it.

“Oh, what?” Karissa smirked. “I don’t get to do it?”

“How many times have you done it already?” her mother countered. “It was every time we came when you were little. You haven’t wanted to the last few times we’ve been, but…”

“No, I’m good,” Karissa told her.

Most of the people in line were a good bit younger than Anna, which made her more self-conscious about it, and every time she thought she saw somebody her age or older, she realized they were with a younger sibling, or child… They did seem just as excited about getting to touch the tortoise’s shell, however, so she didn’t feel quite as bad when it was her turn to squat down next to it, shocked at how huge it was, listening to the attendant patiently giving her instructions like she was any other kid, telling her where she could and couldn’t pet it.

She was certain she could feel how old it was through its shell, and its leathery neck, could feel the wisdom it must have gained from the nearly hundred years it had been alive. She could remember, vaguely, doing this back home, but, like Karissa, she hadn’t wanted to the past couple visits that her own family had taken, thinking it was for younger kids, mostly, too self-conscious to go through with it again. She definitely doubted she would have done it now, with Doug and Max there…

She was definitely glad she’d done it now, though, as she pushed herself back to her feet, toddling back to wash her hands again before returning to the Florez family… And Doyle. She stopped short, tugging anxiously at her shirt, the bulge of her diaper suddenly feeling so much more obvious beneath her shorts.

“Is this why you’ve been on your phone all day?” Mrs. Florez was grilling Karissa. “Getting him to come meet you?”

“It was just such a nice day out, I thought I’d come enjoy it,” Doyle said lamely, not convincing anyone.

“This was supposed to be a family day,” Mrs. Florez reminded Karissa.

“Doyle can hang out with the family,” Karissa shot back, although it was obvious that wasn’t quite what she’d had in mind.

“And Anna is here!” Mrs. Florez turned towards her as she slowly approached, not wanting to step into the middle of this argument, only to be pulled right into it. “I’m sure she’d rather have someone her own age with her!”

Anna blushed, grateful to Karissa for not pointing out that she had just come back from doing the same thing Aidan had been doing, even if she could see, on the girl’s face, that she wanted to. “Well, she can come with us if she wants,” Karissa said instead, Anna not entirely able to tell from her voice if that was something she wanted or not.

Mrs. Florez crossed her arms. “So you weren’t planning on staying with us, then?”

“We could meet back up for lunch,” Karissa suggested. Her mother sighed, shaking her head. “Until yesterday, I wasn’t even going to be here today,” she shrugged.

“Until yesterday, you were going to be on the other side of the ocean today,” Mrs. Florez rolled her eyes, not buying into that excuse. “What do you think, Anna?”

“M-Me?” Anna blinked. “O-Oh, I don’t know if I…”

“What do you want to do?” Mrs. Florez interrupted. “Do you want to go with them?”

Anna didn’t particularly want to make that decision, but she could feel Mrs. Florez and Karissa both looking at her expectantly now, both waiting to see what she had to say while she squirmed, uncertain herself what her answer would be.

Should Anna…

Go hang out with Karissa and Doyle?

Stay with Mr. and Mrs. Florez and Aidan?

Or suggest that they all stay together?

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The End of Patreon and Start of Something New

Hi, everyone! In case you’ve managed to not hear about this elsewhere, Patreon recently decided to stop allowing AB/DL content on their site, without actually bothering to change their policies publicly or inform anyone beforehand. Mine hung on for a while, but it finally was just shut down today.

It sucks, but I did at least have more time than a lot of people did, enough to be able to set up a new site at SubscribeStar. It is specifically an adult-oriented platform, so hopefully there won’t be any issues there like this. I will say, the site isn’t quite as convenient to use as Patreon, but I’ve done what I can to help with that, including creating a Directory post as a pinned post that will link you directly to different stories, along with brief descriptions of each.

I hate that this happened so soon after the first of the month, since so many of my supporters had just paid. I have no access to Patreon on my end anymore, so I have no way to give any refunds, but if any of you were subscribed there, and subscribe to SubscribeStar, you can message me with the e-mail address you were signed up on Patreon with and I can give you a free month of access on SubscribeStar. You will have to pay for a month to be able to do that, but since I don’t seem to have a way to give a refund on that there, either, the best I can do is make it so that the month you pay for will last until the end of next month, as if you were paying for that one in advance. So, to sum up, you’ll have to make an account and subscribe, and pay now, but if you do that and message me, telling me your Patreon e-mail address, the $1 or $5 you pay now will last you all of this month and next month, and you won’t be charged again until February.

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The Playdate Before Christmas – Chapter 1

“Young lady, I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

“Yes, Nanny,” Camdyn replied automatically, knowing, by now, that was what was expected of her, no matter how ridiculous she felt, standing there in her bedroom, being dried off after the scrubbing she’d been given by her Nanny, a red party dress, ruffled-bottom tights, and thick, white panties laid out on her aggressively pink canopy bed, waiting for her, a pair of shiny, black Mary Janes resting on the floor beside it. She couldn’t blame anyone who had walked into here before she’d been marched down the hall from the bathroom, who had seen all of that without her, for assuming that all of this belonged to a four year old.

They would have been so far off that their mistake could have gone out drinking, legally. She was a full twenty-one years older than that, yet, to her humiliation, it hadn’t been long ago that the difference had been even wider, that she’d been getting treated even younger… She was grateful that there was no crib in her room anymore, at least, that the diapers tucked away on the changing table in the corner of the room were now only for when she was being punished, or at night, that the Pull-Ups were just a threat in case of any backsliding on her potty training.

“I’m serious,” Nanny informed her, setting the towel aside and picking up the panties, kneeling down, holding them open in front of Cam, who obediently stepped into them, let them be pulled up her legs, snapping over her freshly re-shaven privates. She’d almost forgotten what the kind of underwear real grown-ups wore felt like, the sensation of the skimpy, lacy fabric against her nethers… Now, she was grateful for anything not expressly designed to be disposable, that assumed she was going to be peeing into them… Or worse. “I don’t care that I’m going to be off-duty… If I hear one complaint about you, you will regret it.”

“I-I know, Nanny,” Camdyn squirmed. She had no desire to spend part of the night over Nanny’s lap, or in the corner with an enema bag dangling over her… She also had very little confidence either of those would happen in privacy; even if they did, she suspected her night would end with her toddling around the party, in her PJs and diaper, bottom red or full, apologizing to everyone for her behavior before being put to bed early.

Nanny let her hard exterior slip for a moment, a smile cracking her face briefly. “Oh, Camdyn,” she said, shaking her head. “I know you will, dear… You’re my good girl now, aren’t you?”

Cam would have argued that she’d always been a good girl, but that wasn’t how her stepmother, Quinn saw it, and, since she was the one who had hired Nanny, that wasn’t how she saw it, either. She’d learned long ago not to point that out, however, to meekly reply, “Yes, Nanny,” instead.

“This is just all going to be so overwhelming for you, I’m sure,” Nanny told her, holding out the thick, itchy tights, Cam reluctantly stepping into them as well.

“Y-Yeah,” Camdyn agreed. This was the first party she’d been allowed to go to since her diaper discipline had started, and the first time she was going to be seen by so many people like this, that she was going to be around this many ‘adults.’ Ever since she’d been told she was going to be attending the party, she’d been bracing herself for all the cheek pinches, all the comments about how much cuter she was this way, how much this suited her…

It sounded exhausting, if she was being honest, but it was part of being allowed to grow up a bit further. If she’d said she didn’t want to do it, she had a feeling she would have been put back into Pull-Ups, if not diapers, that her crib would have been brought back in so that Nanny and her parents would know she wasn’t getting into trouble while they enjoyed the party.

Nanny pulled the dress over her head, adjusting it carefully. “I’m very proud of you, Camdyn,” she said. “This shows a lot of maturity.”

“A-And I’m not going to have any accidents, either!” Cam declared, though she felt a little nervous, announcing it so definitively. She did hope that would be the case, anyway… She was certain the panties were white so they would alert Nanny to any tiny dribbling; they were thick enough to handle that, but if she wound up having a full-on accident, in front of the adults…

“That’s the spirit,” Nanny smiled at her. “You can always come find me if you need any help using the potty, okay? And I expect you to give your little friend a hand with that, too.”

“My friend?” Camdyn frowned. She hadn’t heard of anyone her age coming, had assumed, like most of the Christmas parties she remembered her father throwing when she was younger, that it was mostly his friends.

“Yes,” Nanny replied. “What was her name? Elektra?”

Camdyn froze, the sound of that name sending shivers down her spine. “E-Elektra?” she squeaked. “Sh-She’s coming?”

Nanny chuckled. “Of course she is, silly! You didn’t forget, did you?”

There was no way she could have… She hadn’t heard the girl mentioned in a long time, and had been quite pleased about that. Elektra was, after all, a big part of the reason all of this had happened, that she was being treated like a child at her age.

Elektra had been her bully for years, tormenting her all through high school in any way she could think of, though her favorite method, once she thought of it in their senior year, was to follow her into the bathroom with her group of friends, then have them push past Camdyn and take up all the stalls, while blocking the door so Cam couldn’t try to make it to another bathroom before, inevitably, peeing her pants.

Camdyn realized, now, that if she’d let it go the first time it had happened, or even managed, somehow, to laugh it off, Elektra would have let it go, moved on to something else. Instead, she’d gotten upset, deciding that was going too far, and went to the principal. Elektra claimed she and her friends had gotten there first, that Camdyn simply hadn’t been able to hold it and had been too embarrassed about having to run to the pretty, young nurse’s office in wet pants, feeling the need to have something to blame that on other than herself.

That had, really, been the start of the whole thing. The principal had taken Elektra’s side, refusing to discipline her, and calling Camdyn’s father to let her know what had happened, prompting him to scold her over the phone for wetting herself at her age, while Elektra watched her squirm and blush. And Elektra had seen how much it bothered her, so, of course, she’d kept doing it.

As the final indignity, after a few times, her father had to come into school himself to talk to her nurse about how they wanted to handle this, and was immediately lovestruck. The two started dating, which made keeping her accidents secret from him all the more difficult, and the threat of Pull-Ups, or even diapers, loomed large over the end of her high school career.

Thankfully, she got better at avoiding Elektra and her friends in the halls, of faking them out and sending them scrambling to the wrong bathroom so they didn’t have time to stop her when she headed to a different one, and she managed to graduate, still undiapered. She really thought she was safe, that all of that was over, behind her.

She went off to college, her father married the nurse, Quinn, and she returned to her hometown, her dad helping her pay for a nice apartment while she got her footing at an office job, doing relatively well… Until Elektra showed up there. Camdyn, then, had been willing to let bygones be bygones, to assume that the woman had grown up since high school.

It was an unfortunate coincidence that Elektra’s desk was right in the path Camdyn had to take to get to the bathroom, that, unlike at school, there was only one bathroom easily accessible, that Elektra was so much taller than the petite Cam, making it easy for her to catch up with her, get to the bathroom first, lock the door…

It felt like she was back in high school, like nothing had changed; if anything, it was more humiliating now that she was older, supposed to be an adult, whining to their manager about how unfair it was, only to be told, “It’s unfair that, at your age, you can’t get up to use the bathroom soon enough that you can hold it for a minute or two if someone else is in there, and create a huge mess for our custodians to deal with. If it’s really this big of an issue, maybe you should buy some… protective garments.”

“No!” Camdyn had protested, stomping her foot, frustrated to see history repeating itself. “No, I’m not gonna wear diapers! I am an adult, and I won’t do it! I’m not a baby!”

“Then I suggest you stop peeing your pants like one, or you can find yourself a new job, young lady,” her manager had told her.

Cam had hoped that Elektra was mature enough, by now, to see that this wasn’t some harmless prank, to stop now that she knew there could be real consequences… But she hadn’t, and, rather than give Elektra the satisfaction of showing up to work in diapers, Camdyn had quit, and everything had fallen apart.

Her father had still been paying for part of her apartment, and had not been happy to hear that he’d have to pay for all of it now while she looked for a new job. Unfortunately, the lease agreement was up the next month, and when she still didn’t have anything, he told her she could either find a place she could afford on her own, or move back home, and she wound up having to choose the latter.

Quinn had been less than thrilled with that news, and, knowing all the ‘accidents’ Camdyn had while she was in school, had laid out an ultimatum of her own, insisting that Cam wear diapers while she was staying there, so as not to ruin the furniture. Camdyn had refused, of course, and in response, Quinn had hired Nanny, finding the idea of her husband’s adult daughter moving back in far more palatable now that she was being treated like a naughty infant.

And now, Elektra was coming here, to her house, was going to see her all dolled up in her party dress and ruffled tights and Mary Janes. What if she came into her room, saw the pink, sparkly unicorns and kittens decorating the walls, the pink canopy bed? Or, worst of all, the changing table, well-stocked with diapers and Pull-Ups?! She could feel her bladder dribbling anxiously at the thought, a few drops of urine soaking into her panties. Hopefully, Nanny wouldn’t be too upset at that, if she made it through the whole party without it getting worse, would wave it off as her being too overwhelmed by everything for a moment or two…

“Did your stepmommy forget to tell you?” Nanny pondered, seeing Cam’s reaction.

“Yes!” Camdyn squealed, certain that had happened on purpose. Had Quinn known, all along, that Elektra had been behind her accidents at school?! Had she invited Elektra here just to torment her?!

Nanny frowned. “Uh-oh… Maybe that was supposed to be a surprise. Well, either way, I expect you to play nicely with her in here, all right?”

“Sh-She’s coming in here?!” Cam felt like she was about to faint. This couldn’t be happening!

“Well, yes,” Nanny told her. “It would be difficult for you to have your playdate out with all the adults, wouldn’t it? Now, you need to calm yourself down right now, young lady. I know you’re excited, but if you keep shouting at me like this, I’m going to get very cross with you.”

Would she get cross enough to put a stop to this before it started? It might be worth enduring a spanking, or whatever other punishment Nanny had in mind, if it meant Elektra wasn’t going to come anywhere near her room… Or, it could wind up being even worse if Nanny decided to let Elektra come in to say hi to her for a moment, seeing her in the corner, or already tucked into bed, very possibly diapered…

Of course, with it being winter, it wouldn’t be crazy if she were to say she was feeling sick. That might be another way to avoid having to see Elektra… So long as Nanny just took her at her word, didn’t try to take her temperature or anything.

Or… Maybe she should bite the bullet, accept it. This was the most maturely she’d been allowed to dress in a very long time, and perhaps she ought to be grateful that Quinn hadn’t invited Elektra over before now, when she was spending most of her time in diapers and onesies. She was sure she would be in for a lot of teasing, but it would have been far, far worse a couple months ago.

She opened her mouth uncertainly, not even positive herself what she was going to say until she heard the words come spilling out.

What should Camdyn say?

“Sorry, Nanny. You’re right, I’m just excited about seeing my friend again.”

“No! I don’t like her! I don’t want her here!”

Or, “Sorry, Nanny, I think I’m just not feeling well. I might be getting sick…”

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