The Bully

Gwyneth’s stomach lurched as she heard that all-too-familiar voice behind her, her fight or flight instinct kicking in, telling her to do the latter… Except, she was already in her own house, in her own bedroom, the place where she ought to have been the most safe. She was so panicked, her brain didn’t even process what had been said at first, didn’t recognize them as words, but more like the growl of a hunting tiger, or the shake of a rattlesnake’s tail, a warning that, probably, had come too late.

“Wh-What are you doing here?” Gwyn asked, wishing she could have sounded much cooler, much more confident, than she did, knowing that, most likely, her tone was more similar to a scared little girl than the high school senior she was, an adult according to the law, even if she didn’t necessarily feel like one yet, still living under her parents’ roof, still going to school.

Aubree chuckled, sending another shiver down Gwyneth’s spine as she strutted further into the girl’s room, taking her time, scanning every bookshelf, every poster, no doubt cataloging anything she found embarrassing so she could bring it up later, when they were at school, around her friends. “Your Mommy let me in,” she informed Gwyneth, practically purring in delight at the other girl’s reaction, at how well this was going for her. “I told her all about that special project we have to get done tonight…”

Why her? Gwyneth had wondered that for years; by now, the answer was probably that she had never made the bully stop, that she was the only senior who Aubree could get away with doing this to anymore. Her sole solace now was that, since they were both graduating this year – assuming Aubree’s grades were good enough – they’d go off to different colleges and never have to see each other again. Until then, however, Gwyn was going to have to either grow a backbone suddenly, or put up with this…

“We don’t have a project,” Gwyneth said, as if Aubree didn’t already know that. “I-I would never partner up with you for a project.”

Aubree snickered, putting a hand to her chest. “Oh, no! That just breaks my heart!”

Gwyneth rolled her eyes. “Leave me alone,” she shook her head.

“Now, why would I do that?” Aubree grinned, moving again, stepping closer and closer to Gwyneth at her desk, Gwyn attempting to squirm away instinctively. “You have such a nice little house here, Gwyny… And I heard from Jessica that you were telling one of your little friends at lunch that your Mommy and Daddy were going to be away this weekend. I really wanted to have a party this weekend, but I just didn’t know where I was going to do it… This, I think, would be perfect!”

“No!” Gwyn put her foot down, as much as she was able to, anyway, when Aubree clearly had no intention of taking that for an answer.

“It will!” Aubree told her. “Everyone can come look at your cute room, and we wouldn’t have to worry about making a mess, because it comes with its own maid!”

Gwyn knew Aubree was talking about her, that she expected her to clean up after her… She also knew that this probably wouldn’t be the last time, if she didn’t do something about it, that if she let the girl get away with it now, she’d only get worse. That was their cycle, going all the way back to kindergarten, Gwyn allowing Aubree to walk all over her, and Aubree, as a result, growing meaner and meaner…

It didn’t help, either, that, as Aubree drew nearer, Gwyneth could smell the alcohol on her breath. She wasn’t sure how her mother hadn’t noticed when she let the girl in, but maybe Aubree had kept her distance. Aubree was bold normally; when she was drunk, that was amplified. Perhaps that was a good thing, and she’d forget about this when she sobered up… More likely, though, she’d go through with it anyway, since she’d already laid down the law to her meek little victim, and Gwyn hadn’t been strong enough to make her stop.

“Don’t worry,” Aubree giggled. “I’m going to get you the cutest little uniform to wear to the party, so everyone knows…” She paused, fidgeting, cheeks turning pink. Gwyn didn’t recognize it at first, not used to seeing it from someone as big as Aubree, not until she rapidly excused herself. “W-Well, I’ll see you at school,” she said, shuffling towards Gwyn’s door. “We’ll talk more about this there, after…”

She had almost made it, had reached the doorway, when she froze, her words dissolving into a whimpered, “No, no, no.” Her hands reached up, clasping at the wall as she groaned, struggling hard… And failing, a wet spot appearing on her jeans as Gwyn watched, quickly spreading, growing, cascading down her legs…

Gwyn could barely believe her luck, but she wasn’t about to let it go to waste. She grabbed her phone up off the desk, snapping a few pictures, then starting to record a video, preserving this moment as thoroughly as she possibly could.

Aubree, for her part, was obviously mortified at what was happening, struggling to pretend otherwise, to act like she was still in control. “Y-Yeah,” she stammered. “Th-This is just a trial run for the weekend. I-I want to see how well you can clean this…”

She turned back towards Gwyn, any hint of power, of dominance, instantly fleeing from her face when she saw her victim holding her phone, knowing immediately what she was doing with it. “No!” she whined, hands moving downwards in a futile gesture, trying in vain to cover the ever-increasing wetness. “St-Stop it! Erase that right now!”

Gwyneth grinned, standing up, getting closer to the bully instead, confident that she wasn’t going anywhere, not until she’d finished peeing her pants. Suddenly, she didn’t look nearly as big, as intimidating…

“Don’t worry, Aubree,” she told her, getting a nice close-up of the bully’s face so that anyone who watched the video would have no question about who starred in it. “I’ll delete this, and all the pictures I took… But I have a few things I want you to do for me in exchange.”

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Aubree’s head was pounding the next morning from the hangover, bad enough that she considered skipping school, praying that it had all been an extremely realistic nightmare. She wasn’t sure where it had come from, if that was the case, why her brain had cooked up such an awful, demeaning dream for herself, though the alcohol had no doubt contributed, at the very least, informing her that she’d have to be more careful at the party this weekend, assuming she was able to find somewhere to throw it.

Her first indication that it had actually happened was going into her bathroom, finding the tub still wet, having not had time to dry out after the shower she’d taken when she got home. Seeing that, she almost didn’t want to investigate further, but she couldn’t help herself, couldn’t stop from peeking into her hamper, seeing the jeans and panties on top, filling her nose with a whiff of ammonia when she opened the lid, the wet spots on them impossible to miss.

Maybe, she thought, grasping frantically at straws, that was the only part that was true… She’d had too much to drink and peed her pants, but she hadn’t really gone to visit Gwyneth, hadn’t done it in front of her, where the girl could capture it for posterity, hold it over her head…

She definitely didn’t want to go to school now; she also definitely didn’t want to risk Gwyneth’s wrath, and, if she remembered correctly, the girl had threatened to show off the pictures if she didn’t show up, didn’t report to her at her locker.

It would be a good test, anyway… If Gwyn freaked out at the sight of her the way she usually did, then she was right, and it hadn’t been real. If not… Well, if not, then Aubree might be in for a long day…

Gwyneth, unfortunately, smiled when she saw Aubree, a sight that made Aubree’s stomach knot up. “Good girl,” she said. “Come on, let’s go to the bathroom.”

Aubree squirmed. “I-I didn’t…” she mumbled, remembering the other task she’d been given, the main one, the reason she was meeting Gwyn here.

“That’s all right,” Gwyneth assured her. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t have time last night, so I picked some up for you.”

Aubree quietly followed Gwyn into the nearest bathroom, into the handicap stall. She was so tempted to grab the smaller girl as she dug through her backpack, shove her face into the toilet… But that wasn’t going to erase all that evidence. If anything, it would prompt her to release it sooner.

“Here we are!” Gwyneth announced, pulling out a package of underwear. Gwyn’s nose wrinkled at the mere sight; there was no question these were for kids, as full cut as they were, nothing like the skimpy undies Aubree was used to. The pastel colors and cartoon characters adorning them only added insult to injury, made them even more embarrassing to look at, much less imagine wearing. “Aren’t they adorable?”

“No!” Aubree groaned.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Gwyn shook her head, ripping open the package, pulling out a pair. “Of course they are.”

The feeling of them in her hands only made Aubree want them less. They were so thick, so soft… They almost felt like… “A-Are these…” she squeaked, looking around instinctively, though all she could see was the walls of the stall, “t-training panties?!” she asked, the last two words so quiet she could hardly hear them herself. “Y-You said…!”

“And you didn’t get any yourself,” Gwyn pointed out, “which means that I get to pick them. And, with what happened last night….”

“Fine!” It wasn’t fine, not at all, but Aubree didn’t dare let her keep talking, mention anything else about the previous night out loud. The bulky cotton of the panties was a far cry from the smooth, cool luxury of the silk ones she was used to wearing, and she was not pleased at all to see Gwyn take a pair of scissors out of her backpack, slicing her old undies in two before throwing them away. She bit her tongue about all of that, enduring it in silence as she slid her pants up her legs.

“Can you be a big girl and keep those dry for me all day?” Gwyn giggled.

“Of course I can!” Aubree huffed.

Gwyn shrugged. “I don’t know… After last night…”

“Stop talking about that!” Aubree whined, stomping her foot, sulking as she saw Gwyn grin, aware she was reacting exactly the way the girl wanted her to, yet unable to help herself.

She, of course, had no problem not peeing her pants, but it was still impossible to forget about what she was wearing, to not think about the possibility, about what had happened the night before, as she felt the thick cotton cradling her privates. It was impressive, she had to admit, what a difference one thing could make, how changing a single piece of clothing could shake her so much…

“There,” she grumbled, meeting Gwyn in the bathroom at the end of the day, letting the girl check her underwear, blushing the whole time despite knowing there was nothing to find, “are you satisfied now?”

“Satisfied?” Gwyneth raised an eyebrow. “We’re nowhere near done, silly… Here, I want you to take these with you and wear them for the rest of the week.”

She handed over the package of panties, Aubree pouting, but taking them. One week wasn’t so bad, she supposed… She could live with that…

“And I want you to wet your bed tonight,” Gwyn continued.

“W-Wait, what?!” Aubree squealed. “N-No! I can’t! I-I won’t!”

“Then I guess those pictures…” Gwyn started.

Aubree groaned, gritting her teeth. “Fine!” she hissed. If she did it right, then maybe she could do it without letting her mother find out…

“Oh, and Aubree?” Gwyn smirked. “I’ll want a picture tomorrow morning. Does your bedroom have a window by your bed so I can see out it and tell that you’re taking it at the right time of day?”

Aubree would have loved to lie about that, to say no, to give herself some more options… Unless she moved around her furniture, however, it would be difficult for her not to get at least a little of the window in the picture if she wasn’t careful and prove herself a liar, since it was right over the head of her bed. “Y-Yeah,” she admitted reluctantly, “there is…”

“Perfect,” Gwyneth smiled.

‘Perfect’ was definitely not how Aubree would describe it. As much as she hated the immature, childish panties Gwyn had bought for her, it seemed silly not to wear them to bed. They felt so bulky to her, in comparison to her usual ones, she was certain they’d do a better job of containing her ‘accident.’ Maybe, if she was lucky, they wouldn’t leak at all…

But, of course, they did. They might have seemed thick, but there wasn’t nearly enough cloth there to do the job, not when she waited for the next morning. It had seemed logical to do it that way, so she had to spend the least amount of time in soggy bedding until she realized that meant her bladder was going to be much fuller… She could, perhaps, use the bathroom, then hope she could stop herself partway through, leave just enough to dampen her panties with so she could send a picture…

She wasn’t sure she’d able to stop herself short at the right point, however, or that her bladder would fill back up enough before she was ready to head to school, so, against her better judgement, she trusted, instead, that the panties would hold up better than she thought they would, or that she could stop herself there, that her body would allow that there when it probably wouldn’t while she was on the toilet.

The panties were not up to the task, as she’d feared, and, despite how wrong it felt, lying there in her bed, letting go, her bladder was too full to care, emptying itself completely regardless of her best efforts, soaking her sheets and her mattress. It did, if nothing else, make for quite the picture to send to Gwyn, though it was so humiliating she almost couldn’t make herself do it, to pass along even more evidence that the girl could hold over her head. She knew that if she didn’t, she would have done all that for nothing.

She crept out to the bathroom to wash up, and, thankfully, by the time she was done with that, her mother had left for work. Even knowing that nobody else was aware of what she’d done, she had a hard time looking anyone in the eye as she trudged down the halls, feeling like everyone could, somehow, sense a shift in the power dynamic, that they knew she was a pathetic little bedwetter now, under the thumb of Gwyneth, of all people…

“You did such a good job!” Gwyn gushed in the bathroom stall, where she went to check that Aubree was in the correct undies. “I’m surprised you didn’t flood your whole house!”

Aubree blushed, not wanting to talk, or think, about it. “Look, I’m wearing them,” she unbuttoned her jeans. “Can I…?”

“Not so fast,” Gwyn stopped her. “I have something else for you.”

“Come on!” Aubree groaned. “What more do you want from me?!”

“Well,” Gwyneth replied, “I just feel like your style could use a bit of an update…” She pulled out a white, collared shirt and a gray, pleated skirt, the two looking like a school uniform, one, most likely, for someone much younger than the two of them. They both fit her, after some fruitless complaining, but the skirt, in particular, was quite short…

Which was, she realized, probably the point. She wrinkled her nose, looking down at herself, every movement making her worry that she was about to flash her padded panties. There was a big difference between wearing them under her jeans, and wearing them under this…

“I-I’m going to get dress-coded for this!” she whined.

“Probably,” Gwyn agreed. “Mr. Peterson is working detention today, and I’ve heard he won’t let students leave the room even to use the bathroom… So it would be too bad if you got stuck there after not being able to use the potty after lunch.”

Aubree gasped, staring down at Gwyn in shock. She wouldn’t have thought the girl had this in her… Maybe she wouldn’t have, if Aubree hadn’t tormented her for so long… “Y-You can’t make me…!” she whimpered.

“You don’t have to pee your pants,” Gwyn shrugged. “You’re right, I can’t make you do that… I do know your class schedule, though, and I can keep an eye on you, and if I see you go into the bathroom…”

“Fine!” Aubree cut her off. She could be careful, watch how much she drank today… Even if she did have to go while she was there, it would only be the troublemakers in detention who would see, not whoever Gwyn decided to send the pictures to. Who would believe their stories over her? Mr. Peterson was also known for confiscating students’ cell phones before detention, so they wouldn’t be able to gather any evidence, hopefully… She had to wonder if Gwyn knew that, too, if she’d planned it that way so that she’d be the only one with pictures, so that she’d keep all the power while still having a chance to further embarrass Aubree, or if it was just a lucky coincidence for the other girl.

She didn’t feel particularly lucky when she was, inevitably, caught and scolded by one of her teachers, written up and sentenced to detention, besides that earning her a trip to the nurse’s office for a spare pair of sweatpants that she assumed Gwyn wouldn’t be able to complain about. That was, apparently, an underestimation of her opponent.

“What do you think you’re wearing?” Gwyn asked, marching up to Aubree after one of her classes.

“I-It’s not my fault!” Aubree insisted. “Th-The nurse gave me this!”

“Do you still have your skirt?”

Aubree gulped. “W-Well, yeah, but if I get caught again in the same day…”

Gwyneth didn’t care, escorting Aubree back into the bathroom to make her put the skirt back on, and ensure she didn’t do anything else while she was in there, taking the pants with her so Aubree couldn’t slip them back on when she was gone. Almost immediately, the same teacher that caught her before saw her, assigning her detention for the rest of the week; the nurse wasn’t amused, either, keeping Gwyn’s skirt with her after giving her another pair of pants to wear.

She nearly didn’t even make it to detention without wetting herself, and, as soon as she was in there, she couldn’t resist checking, seeing if the rumor was even true. “Umm… M-Mr. Peterson? C-Could I go use the restroom?”

“How old are you?” the teacher raised his eyebrow. “If you couldn’t think ahead enough to go before you came here, that’s on you, young lady.”

She hadn’t exactly had a choice in the matter, but she wasn’t going to explain that to him. She waited for as long as she could, though it wasn’t long before the choice was taken out of her hands, and she felt her bladder let go, flooding the slight padding of her underwear and her borrowed pants.

That did, at least, get her out of detention faster, Mr. Peterson not wanting to deal with that, as the other students in there giggled and whispered and stared at her as she was sent off to get cleaned up and changed… Which meant returning to the nurse’s office for the skirt.

“I knew I’d see you again to get your clothes back, but I didn’t expect this,” the nurse shook her head, seeing Aubree in her wet pants. “Fortunately, I have just the thing for you… It should encourage you to dress more appropriately, and it will definitely keep your clothes dry.”

Aubree had no idea what she was talking about, perhaps because she didn’t want to believe it, couldn’t accept that she, a high school senior, could be about to be put back into diapers… That was exactly what happened, however, and, instantly, she missed the panties, as embarrassing as they were. The diapers were so much thicker, so much more babyish, so much louder as she squirmed and pouted in them, mortified at how far she’d fallen.

“Now that school hours are over, you might as well wear this out,” the nurse told her when she was done, handing over the skirt.

“C-Can’t I borrow…?” Aubree squeaked.

“You peed all over one of my pairs of pants,” the nurse pointed out, “and the other pair I lent you is nowhere to be seen… So, no, young lady, I won’t be giving you any more today. You wanted to wear that ridiculous skirt… So, now you can.”

Even with the halls so relatively empty, only the members of a few clubs and sports teams around, Aubree was horrified at having to waddle through the school in her tiny skirt and huge diaper. The former was, technically, long enough to hide the latter, if she was perfectly careful about how she moved… One mistake, however, and anyone who did happen to be around would see a flash of plastic to accompany the crinkling that followed her everywhere, sounding loud as thunder to her ears.

And then she arrived home, and found, thanks to her detention, and trip to the nurse’s office, her mother had beaten her home, found her bedding in the washing machine, along with the other wet clothes Aubree had stuffed in there, and went snooping, finding Aubree’s padded undies. All of that, together, made it quite difficult for Aubree to deny that she didn’t actually need the diapers she was now in, nor the ones that her mother angrily drove her to the store to buy after pulling her over her knee for a long, hard spanking.

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‘That bed looks awfully dry,’ Gwyn responded to Aubree’s picture the next morning.

Aubree couldn’t make herself type out the words to explain why, so she said, instead, ‘You’ll see why when I get to school.’

Gwyneth was, of course, delighted to see her former bully diapered beneath her uniform, meek and quiet as she stood in the stall, letting the other girl check her and poke at the padding, giggling. There was no way after this, Gwyn knew, that she was ever going to be able to bully Gwyn again… Even if she deleted all the evidence, until Aubree could prove to both her mother and the school nurse that she didn’t need them, she couldn’t run the risk of any of her other victims finding out about her diapers.

“You know what?” Gwyn told her after a few minutes, “I changed my mind. I think you should throw that party at my place this weekend.”

“Wh-What?” With everything else that had been going on, Aubree had almost forgotten about that. “O-Oh, I don’t think…” she shook her head.

“No,” Gwyn interrupted, “I insist. I’d love to meet your friends, Aubree.”

Aubree knew, obviously, that it was a trap, a trick, but there was nothing she could do about it… Her one hope was that her mother would forbid her from going, but she was working all that weekend, so she wasn’t even there to do that. Aubree debated it for a while before texting Gwyn, lying, claiming that her mom had said she couldn’t go anyway.

And then, to her surprise, Gwyn had taken a page out of her book and showed up at her house. “So, where’s your Mommy, bestie?” she asked. “I thought I’d see if I could change her mind…”

“W-Well, she’s not here right now,” Aubree admitted, “b-but…”

“She’s not?” Gwyneth raised an eyebrow.

“N-No,” Aubree said, “b-but if she finds out I left without permission, I’ll be in big trouble…”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Gwyn told her, grabbing her by the hand. “Come on, we’re going to have so much fun! I already picked out the cutest outfit for you!”

That outfit, it turned out, was a onesie, printed with hearts, covered in frills and lace and ribbons, with a matching pacifier. “Oh, my God!” Gwyneth giggled in delight, seeing Aubree in it. “It’s perfect!”

“No, it’s not!” Aubree whined. “I’m not wearing this!”

“Yes, you are,” Gwyn replied.

“No, I’m not!” Aubree stomped her foot. “I won’t! I’d rather you send everyone in school those pictures! I don’t care!” If the whole party was going to see her in diapers anyway, what was the point? At least in the pictures she was still dressed like a grown-up…

“Aww, sweetie,” Gwyn cooed. “It isn’t an either/or situation anymore… If you don’t want to wear your onesie, that’s fine with me. It’ll make it easier for us to see when you need a change. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of volunteers to help you with that, but at least for the first time, I want you to be sure to ask Reese to help you out.”

Aubree froze, her cheeks burning. “Reese is the one you have a crush on, right?” Gwyn grinned. “I thought so… I made sure to invite him, and tell him how much you were hoping to see him here… I invited my friends, too, the ones you’ve been bullying for years… I’m so glad that you suggested this party, Aubree… I think we’re all going to have a blast!”

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