How Bad Could It Be?

How Bad Could It Be?

She’d said it to her charge many times, and probably even believed it then, although without ever really thinking about it… Now that she was on the other side, she wasn’t quite as convinced that she’d been right…

It had all started with Lily, even if the girl herself didn’t know it. She was a sweet kid, and Sophie loved taking care of her, since it was easy, and she was just fun to hang out with, especially compared to some of the other brats she’d had to babysit in the past. She wasn’t overly fussy about what she ate, she didn’t throw a fit when she had to take a bath, or if Sophie refused to buy her something if they were out at the store for some reason – she might pout a bit, but that was it – and she was pretty self-sufficient for her age.

There was really only one problem, and it was on Lily’s side, almost entirely, since Sophie didn’t mind it at all. At the girl’s age, bedwetting wasn’t exactly surprising; Sophie’s last job had been caring for a toddler, so she’d been dealing way far more diapers than a single one at bedtime. Lily could even, technically, get into it herself – though Sophie still would have checked on her, anyway, to make sure it was on snug enough to prevent any leaks – she just didn’t want to.

“Isn’t it better to have it on, just in case?” Sophie had tried to ask, many times. “If it’s going to happen anyway, at least this way, you won’t get your PJs or your sheets wet… You’ll grow out of it soon enough, but, until then, they can’t be that bad, can they?”

If it had been almost anything else, Sophie was pretty sure that would have worked on Lily. She was reasonable, and always wanted to help out… She wouldn’t have been dealing with her laundry on her own, but she likely would feel guilty to be forcing her mother to have to do more of it than should have been necessary when she could just change the girl out of her diaper and throw it away instead. It made the most sense, and she was a smart enough kid that she should have recognized that, at least once Sophie and her mother had both explained it to her.

This was one thing she refused to budge on, however. She still got put into her night-time diapers, whether she liked it or not, but she was determined not to let it happen peacefully, not without letting it be known how much she hated it, and didn’t really need them, despite the evidence otherwise. Sophie did feel bad – at first anyway – yet, it was her job, and, as the adult in the situation, she knew that it truly was for the best.

As someone who hadn’t been a bedwetter, at least that she could remember, she didn’t have much of a frame of reference for what Lily was going through. She had no doubt it was embarrassing, and the girl was probably afraid of her classmates somehow finding out, but she was sure that her words had been right, and Lily would grow out of it sooner or later. Until then, it was hard to believe that the same normally calm, mature little girl could turn into such a terror every night, especially over something she knew was coming.

Then, one night, Sophie woke up, grumbling as she felt the pressure building in her bladder. She didn’t think she could hold it until morning, so she was going to have to get out of her comfy bed, walk to the bathroom, use it, come back, try to get to sleep again… It was such a hastle, really.

It was hard not to think about Lily… She doubted the girl found herself in this position often – as far as Sophie knew, she slept through this part – but it was similar enough. After telling Lily so many times that it couldn’t be that bad, in comparison to the alternative, Sophie couldn’t help wishing she had a diaper on herself… She didn’t want to wet her bed, obviously, though being able to just do that here, and deal with it in the morning, seemed far more appealing than it likely should have. Drowsily, without really thinking about it, she mumbled, “I wish I wore diapers instead of panties!”

She had enough time to think of how Lily would react to anybody saying that, even wonder if she should tell this story to her – she didn’t want to encourage the girl to start wetting herself on purpose – before it began. Her legs were moving on their own, growing away from each other, like a pair of matching magnets had suddenly been implanted into them. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t squeeze them back together, feeling a definite ‘something’ there. The fabric of her panties was changing, too, widening, engulfing more and more of her nether region, the smooth coarsening, becoming far different than her sexy, sleek, adult undies… Her pajama shorts tightened, straining to contain what was now beneath them, rustling as Sophie squirmed in confusion and fear…

It seemed impossible, and part of her mind knew that, despite the clear evidence otherwise, it was, and yet, even before she sat up in shock, clutching one of her stuffed animals as she shivered, her mind racing, and saw the very obvious bulge, she had no doubt what had happened. One hand anxiously drifted downward to poke at the mass beneath her shorts – not that she needed to – and found the feeling quite familiar, just as she’d feared. Her ‘wish’ had come true, and now she was sitting on her bed, far more thickly diapered than she’d ever seen Lily, her panties having seemingly vanished into thin air… Or, perhaps worse, become the giant, infantile garment she was now wearing.

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The Star

The Star

Is this seriously the best way to do this?” Sakura asked, scowling down at her ‘wardrobe’ sceptically.

“If you don’t want to help, that’s fine,” her little sister shrugged. “I mean, you said you would, and I did make you the star, but you can always back out…”

Sakura rolled her eyes; Mika always did this. Any time Sakura had any doubts about something that she wanted her to do, she would try to guilt her into it, make her feel bad for having taken the time to think about it a little more than the younger girl, before just jumping in. If Sakura did say so herself, she was usually right, too, not that Mika would ever give her credit for that.

“I just think there has to be something else you could do,” she shrugged. “Nobody is really going to think that I’m a student there…”

“They don’t have to!” Mika sighed. “That’s not the point… I knew you didn’t get it!”

That was another one of Mika’s tactics, trying to make Sakura feel stupid for not agreeing with her, even though Sakura was older, and, at least according to her, smarter. It was as if, ever since Mika had grown taller than Sakura, all of that became invalid, like height was the only real indicator of maturity and intelligence.

“Why don’t you do this?” Sakura suggested. “You know exactly what you want, anyway… Then you won’t have to try to direct me, you can just do it yourself, and I’ll film it.”

“Oh, please,” Mika practically snorted. “You don’t know anything about cinematography, or framing, or mise-en-scene, or…”

“Fine,” Sakura cut her off. It was true, she didn’t; she doubted Mika actually did, either. They were probably just terms she’d heard, and tucked away to throw into Sakura’s face in moments like this. Maybe in her intro to film class she’d learned about them, but Sakura wasn’t even convinced about that… She could just as easily have been making them up.

That class had already been more trouble than it was worth. One little class, and now Mika thought she was the next great director, running around and recording everything, usually without bothering to warn anyone first… It would ‘ruin the naturalism’, supposedly. Sakura shuddered to think of how much footage there was of her walking out of the bathroom after a shower in a towel – before she could resort to the heels or padded bras that made her feel and look a bit more mature – or sitting on the couch watching a show meant for little kids, if only because she had actually been staring at her phone and hadn’t bothered to change the channel, even if the footage made it look like she was totally engrossed in the TV. Who knew what else the girl had caught in secret?

Their parents were no help, either, when Sakura tried to get them to make Mika stop it, or at least erase some of the more embarrassing recordings she had. They told Sakura she should encourage her sister, that she could grow up to do great things with her hobby, if she worked at it… Sakura was pretty sure that was a dig at her, and the fact that she had been out of college for almost two years now, and still didn’t have a job.

And then, as if to show her up, Mika had gotten some new daycare to pay her to make a training video for them, just to start… If this went well, they’d promised to let her do a commercial as well, something that people would actually be able to watch on TV. Sakura, snarkily, thought that part would never really come to pass, although, honestly, that was probably the jealousy talking. Mika was still in school, and already doing getting job offers… The only money Sakura was getting was a cut of what the daycare was giving her sister, and only if she went along with this stupid plan…

“Come on,” Mika urged, sensing that Sakura was out of arguments, “Get into wardrobe… We have a lot of work to do.”

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Do Unto Others

Do Unto Others

“Hi, there, cutie! What am I doing here? No, I’m not here to study… Didn’t your Daddy tell you? I’m your babysitter, sweetie!

“Aww, don’t blush, you don’t have to be embarrassed… Well, okay, maybe a little. I assume I’m not what you expected, huh? Did you think your Daddy was going to hire you somebody older than you, instead of someone your own age? Yes, I mean, you are a year older, but I thought I’d be nice and pretend I forgot about that.

“Oh, your Daddy told me all about your little problem… Why else do you think I’d have brought this? Don’t be silly, you know what this is… It’s a diaper bag! Yes, of course that means there are diapers in it… Nice, big, thick thirsty diapers, for stupid, bedwetting baby girls like you!

“My, my, stomping your foot at me… Next thing you know, you’ll be throwing a tantrum! I know you might not have actually wet your bed yet – yes, he told me it was just when you drink, which was why he didn’t want to take you out drinking with his friends tonight, in case you humiliated him again – but if you’re peeing your pants while you’re awake, it’s only a matter of time before you can’t fall asleep without being afraid you’ll wake up in wet sheets… And I’m sure your Daddy would hate to have to deal with that, so once it happens, he’ll get you your own room to stay in… Then he’ll need someone else to keep him company in his bed. I’m sure he won’t have to look to hard to find somebody willing…

“Please, shrimp, you really think you stand a chance against me? I’m bigger and stronger than you, and I’m in charge… And I say your bedtime is… Oh, about half an hour ago, so if you don’t do as you’re told, I may just have to spank your scrawny little bottom before I get you changed and tucked it. Yes, now; I don’t care how bright it is outside, still, babies like you need all the rest they can get!

“Now, let’s see what I have for you here… Oh, what’s this? Look at how pink, and shiny, and skimpy… How silly of me, that isn’t for babies, those are my pajamas, for later on, when your Daddy is about to get home. It’s a little… small… but I don’t think he’ll mind too much. Do you?

“Actually, why don’t I try it on, just to make sure? There’s no need to blush, it’s just us girls here, I don’t have anything you haven’t seen… Well, on other women in the locker room, anyway, certainly not on yourself. Do you even wear a real bra, or just a trainer?

“These are what real, adult panties look like… I know that must be a shock to you – your Daddy told me you still buy your undies in the kids’ section. I can’t wait to see what they look like. They must be so cute… Do you get day of the week ones, or do you stick to cartoons?

“My, my, that’s more than a little small, isn’t it? It shows off so much… Why are your cheeks so red, sweetie? Are you jealous? Clearly you should be, but you can’t help it… Even if you’re technically older, you’re just a child next to me – you never stood a chance. This is for later, though, let me just get it off, and start getting you ready for bed.

“Here, this is for you! Doesn’t this look more your speed, sweetie? Listen to that crinkle… And look at how big and bulky it is! Boy, I’d hate to be so immature that I had to wear this around… But isn’t it adorable? It is the cutest little thing… Like you will be, wearing it! Your Daddy will just want to eat you up when he sees you in this… After he changes you, of course!

“No, I’m not joking. This is a real diaper, and your little booty is going right… here. You can fight me if you want, but we both know who would win. This will all go so much easier if you just…

“What did you say? Sorry, I’m not sure what… I drifted off for a second there or something… Never mind. Now, since you’re apparently too dumb to understand, let me show you exactly what I’m going to do to you. Let me just lay this diaper out here on your bed, and… Here we go! Do you know what these are, cutie? They’re called suppositories, and they’re to help make sure you used your diaper before your Daddy gets home. And not just to go pee-pee…

“Just think how mortifying it’s going to be, to hear your Daddy open your door… You’ll wiggle under your covers, cheeks bright red, feeling that big, stinky mess in your diaper, praying that somehow he doesn’t notice… I’m sure he’ll smell it, but just in case, I’ll come in beside him, in my little nightie, and sniff the air, and apologize for not having changed you. You were fine when I put you to bed! I had no idea you would do… that…

“Of course, I have no idea how long they’ll take to work, and I’d hate for my timing to be off, so I’ll just give them to you now; that way I know they’ll be done. You might have to stay in your dirty diaper for a while, but you don’t mind, do you? Even if you do, you’re going to be in bed, and quiet as a little mouse, so it won’t bother me.

“Let me get on the diaper… It’s so loud, just sitting on it – imagine what it’s going to be like when you’re squirming around in bed, trying not to poop your pants, or after, when you’re trying to find a comfortable position, when your diaper is nice and full… I’m just going to take one of these out and pop it in… Oof, just like that. Maybe we’d better go with two… Actually, they’re so small, it might be best to do three, to be absolutely sure they work.

“Once that’s done, I’m going to take this bottle of baby powder, and sprinkle plenty of it over you, so you’ll smell nice and sweet… Until you don’t. Let’s see… No, I’ll do more than that. It’s going to look like there was a snowstorm on your crotch! A few more shakes… There we go, that’s better! Then I’ll rub it into your skin, watch your face sink as you realize it’s all real, that you’re about to be diapered like the little baby you are…

“That should be good! Now, I’ll pull the front of the diaper up, nice and slow… This is going to be so humiliating for you, feeling just how big it really is, your thighs pushing apart just to make room for it… I’ll pull the tapes nice and tight, so there are no leaks, seal you in snugly, and there we go… A perfect, helpless little baby.

“Look that that! I have to say, I’m pretty adorable; you’re going to be absolutely precious! I think once I have you this far, I’ll make you take out your phone – would you be a lamb and fetch mine from the pocket of my shorts down there on the floor? Thanks! – and take a nice selfie for your Daddy… There! Oh, so cute… I’ll send it to him a little later on, so he knows what to expect from you when he gets home.

“I could just let you go to bed like this, but that would be boring… So, I got you some cute PJs, too! They aren’t quite like the ones I brought for me, though I think they’ll fit you better… Ah, here we go! I’ll pull this diaper cover up over your padded bottom, to give your bed some extra protection, then slide this dress over top – it will be a bit longer on you, of course – and voila! One obedient, diapered, little toddler, ready for bed! And ready to… mmph… ready to load her Pampers at any moment… Those suppositories work fast…

“I can hear you now, though, whining about how you aren’t sleepy yet… But I have just the thing for that, too, don’t you worry! Since you won’t be spending time with your Daddy tonight – or ever again, if I can help it – I thought maybe you’d feel better if you got to have a little fun, anyway… Here, this pillow should work. Nice and firm… I’ll lay it out here, and have you straddle it, like this…

“This is going to be so great! I’d better film this, so I can show it off, to your Daddy, so he can see that you’re perfectly happy in your diapers, without him, and to anyone else who comes by the house and sees you here, and remembers when you used to be a big girl… I’ll just… Oh, yes, thank you, this will be much easier if you do it. Do you have me in focus? Okay, great!

“Watch carefully, I’m sure you’re too sweet and innocent to know how it’s done. You just rub your diaper on the pillow like this… Oh, yeah, feel that padding push up against you… And start humping… Wow, that’s even better than I thought it would be… And, God, hear that crinkling? You are going to be sooo humiliated, doing this in front of me, and for the camera, with no way of knowing who all will wind up seeing it…

“And… O-Oh, no… If they’re working this fast on me, I bet they’ll hit you even sooner… While you’re doing this, the suppositories are really gonna… Uh… I-It’s gonna be great, watching you grind away on the pillow, seeing your face getting redder and… mmmph… redder… Knowing that part of that is because you’re fighting not to…

“No! No, no… Oh, I-I can’t stop it! It just keeps pushing out, and… B-But I-I’d just tell you not to stop, so I guess I’d better not… I-If it wasn’t bad enough, humping a pillow in your diaper, doing it while you’re pooping yourself is going to make you really feel like… ugh… a… a baby… A-And… Oh, my God!

“Whew… Let me just… Catch my breath… Oh, you are… You are never going to be able to live that down… And I’ll tuck you into bed right away, to give you plenty of time to lie there and think about it… Thank you, yes, just like that… No, pull the blankets tighter, I want you to really feel trapped… You aren’t getting out of bed on your own without a lot of struggling… That’s better…

“I’ll grab my diaper bag, and my nightie, and clothes, taking my time while you stew there, watching helplessly… Maybe on the way out of the room, I’ll pull the curtains open… Thank you… so you’ll see how early it still is, how much sunlight there is left… Then I’ll turn the lights out, and say ‘Good night’, and leave you all alone to think about what you’ve just done, and how utterly mortified you’re going to be when your Daddy gets home and finds you this way… Yes, like that, good night…

“You are just going to be so, so… Wait, where are you going? Don’t take those… No, don’t close the door! You have to come back so I can do all this to you… Hey! At least give me my phone back, that selfie, and the video are on there, and…

“H-Hey, let me out of here! This was all a joke, I-I wouldn’t really do any of this to you! Come on, you can’t leave me in here like this! P-Please? Come on, at least change me! This diaper is so disgusting, and it’s going to be so long before he gets home…”

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The Perfect Gift

The Perfect Gift

“Come on, you know Mom will love it!” Rina begged her little sister.

“But I’m the one graduating,” the other girl grumbled. “People should be getting me gifts, I shouldn’t have to…”

“Don’t be selfish, Momo,” Rina rolled her eyes. “You wouldn’t have made it this far without her.”

Momo sighed. “Yeah, I guess…”

Rina grinned, knowing she had the girl. “Great! Now, don’t worry, I’ll pick up everything we need… You just come to my place tomorrow, and we’ll get it all taken care of.”

Momo was, unsurprisingly, late, but Rina knew her sister well enough to expect that. “If you need to be going somewhere, we can always do this some other time,” Momo suggested.

“Don’t you worry, my afternoon is free,” Rina assured her. “Now, I have your things hanging up in the bathroom, go get changed and come back in here. The quicker you do it, the quicker we can finish up and you can change back.”

“Fine,” Momo huffed, stomping towards the bathroom. Rina watched the door expectantly, almost tempted to do a countdown before the inevitable, “What is this?!”

“Just put it on!” Rina called through the door.

Instead, Momo stormed out, holding it gingerly between two fingers, as if she were afraid to touch it. “This is not what I was wearing in the original picture!” she fumed.

“That uniform isn’t exactly the same, either,” Rina pointed out. “They don’t make them in your size, so we have to adapt, you know?”

“But why adapt to… these?” Momo wrinkled her nose, giving the thing she was holding a shake. “I’m not putting these on!”

“Well, you obviously can’t wear your regular underwear, those would look strange,” Rina replied. “These are much more true to the spirit of the original. Really, they’re what you should have been wearing.”

Momo’s face turned red. “They are not!” she stamped her foot. “I was out of these, and that’s why I was so proud that I wanted to show off my big girl panties before my first day of school!”

“And you came home with wet pants,” Rina told her. “You would have been much happier sticking with those… In a way, we’re fixing history.” She gave a little shrug. “Plus, they’re what I have, so you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

Momo pouted, giving her foot another stomp as she glared at her older sister. “You are the worst!” she finally declared. “This is for Mom, only! And she’d better love it!”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Rina smiled, watching the girl slink back into the bathroom, “She definitely will…” She made sure not to specifically promise anything about that first part… After all, it wasn’t just their mother who loved the original picture, but the whole family… It would hardly be fair to deprive them of seeing this little remake… And she had no doubt Momo’s friends would find it quite cute, too.

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Sisters

Sisters

There were plenty of things that Rose disliked about having to move back home – the humiliation of having failed to make it on her own, the loss of privacy and freedom that came from being back under her parents’ roof, trying to fit all the things from her entire apartment into her childhood bedroom – but the worst of it was, probably, the thing that had annoyed her most was still the same thing as before she’d moved out.

It was kind of a harsh way to look at things, really, yet hard to deny. As much as she loved her little sister, Violet, as much as she was flattered by the thought that she looked up to her – the excuse their mom always gave – she hated that the girl seemed to want to spend every second with her. Her parents had enforced some rules, but it was Violet who truly made Rose feel like she had no time to herself anymore, especially since it was summer, and her sister didn’t have school.

And, if that wasn’t bad enough, her weird little friend, Sadie, spent most of her time at their house, too, and she was just as bad, if not worse, than Violet. She was an only child, whose parents were, seemingly, always working – Rose had to admit, she was jealous of the girl for those things sometimes – and she didn’t like to be alone, so she consistently spent her time with Violet, which meant, by extension, with Rose.

Rose was sure the girl would grow out of her awkwardness eventually, but, in the time she’d had her own place and hadn’t had to see her on a regular basis, that still hadn’t happened. She wasn’t even really sure what it was about Sadie that rubbed her the wrong way so badly – other than the fact that, like Violet, she found every little thing Rose did fascinating – it just did.

Rose had taken to hiding in her room while Sadie was over – which meant, almost all the time – claiming she was job hunting on her computer, but even that didn’t work entirely, not for long, anyway. After a couple days of doing that, Rose started hearing tapping at her door, gentle, yet persistent enough that she couldn’t pretend not to hear it forever; besides, she had to open it to get to the bathroom eventually.

When she did give in, Sadie was there, holding a glass of soda. “I thought you’d be thirsty,” she smiled, unaware of how hard Rose was gritting her teeth at the very sight of her. “Here, I think it’s still cold.”

On principle, Rose wanted to throw the drink back in the girl’s face, or, at the very least, not take it, but the girl wasn’t wrong, and this kept her from having to go to the kitchen, and running the risk of seeing Violet and Sadie on the way there. She even managed a semi-sincere, “Thanks,” before shutting the door and retreating back to her desk, feeling slightly strange, especially once she looked at the clock.

Probably, she’d just forgotten what time it had been when she got up… She definitely hadn’t spent that long standing in the doorway, had she? It didn’t seem possible, not from what little had actually happened there. She just hadn’t looked at the clock before standing, and was worse at estimating the current time than she’d thought, that was all.

It happened again the next day, and then the day after that, until Rose just decided to call for the girl to come in when she knocked, rather than having to get up herself; a few days later, when Sadie started coming in on her own, without waiting for permission, just knocking a time or two, Rose didn’t protest.

The encounters always felt brief, and she consistently forgot to check the clock beforehand – even when she consciously meant to, by the time she sat back down, she couldn’t remember what it had said, so she assumed she hadn’t actually looked after all – so even if the evidence might have suggested otherwise, she had no way of knowing.

And then came the weekend that their parents went off on a mini-vacation, leaving them all alone, with Sadie sleeping over… It started off simply enough, with the girls wanting Rose to change into her pajamas and watch movies with them in the living room, but the ones they’d picked out were just stupid Disney stuff. Rose rolled her eyes, teasing, “This is why everyone at school makes fun of you,” and went to her room instead.

A couple minutes later, Rose heard a knock on her door. She opened her mouth, ready to shout, “I’m not thirsty!”, only for the words to remain stuck in her throat. The knocking went on a little longer, in a different pattern, than usual, then, when it was over, Rose realized, far too late, that something was wrong.

“Ohh, no,” she squealed, hopping off her bed quickly, pressing her hands desperately to her crotch, heart pounding as she felt them growing wet, despite her best efforts. Whimpering, she sank to the floor, as the door began to open, and Sadie stepped inside.

 

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It’s Not That Hard – Part 2

It’s Not That Hard – Part 2

Part 1

Hannah groaned as she saw April walk into her office, first thing in the morning; it wasn’t surprising, really, since the girl had already warned her this was going to happen, but she had hoped that maybe she would get tired of this game, and leave her alone instead, having proven her point.

The outfit she – and, by extension, Hannah – was wearing wasn’t that bad, compared to some of the clothes the nurse had seen her in… If nothing, it was a little nerdy, like a uniform would have been, if this were a school that required them, though it at least wasn’t as childish as what she’d had on the day before, with the teddy bears and the velcro shoes. If anything, the tartan skirt was a bit short, and the plain, black Mary Janes weren’t a huge improvement in the shoe department, but she was still relieved, having seen some of the things April came to school in, in the past.

That didn’t mean she was suddenly all right with this arrangement, however. “April, I get where you were coming from, and I’m sorry I ever said anything to you about how difficult it was to make it to the bathroom during class, when I had no idea what I was talking about, so…” She whimpered as the teen ignored her, walking over to the shelf where, the day before, she’d set up a whole stack of adult diapers. If Hannah recalled correctly, there were even more of them in one of her cupboards, somewhere… She’d never had to put them on anybody herself, but they’d been there, in her office, since she’d started working here. “Please, no…” she begged.

“Sorry, sweetie,” April told her, setting the diaper down on the exam table, then booping Hannah on the nose. “After yesterday, I just can’t trust you in my clothes without some proper protection. Now, come on, get undressed… We wouldn’t want you to be late to class!”

Obviously, since she wasn’t actually enrolled here, Hannah didn’t really care that much about if she was late, or just plain didn’t show up, although neither of those really seemed like an option. Sighing, she slipped out of her nurse’s uniform, blushing slightly when she saw April had begun undressing, too, revealing a pair of normal panties beneath her skirt.

“Speaking of trust, and protection,” she spoke up, “I don’t know if I want you wearing this without a little more.” Her uniform was pure white, spotless… Just one little accident would be enough to ruin that.

“I wore your undies yesterday,” April pointed out. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine… I have my bathroom right there,” she pointed to the door. “And you have yours right here,” she patted the diaper. “Now, hop on up.”

Reluctantly, Hannah did as she was told, squirming as she felt the thick padding being pulled and taped into place. Walking around the school in trainers the day before had been bad enough… Could she really manage a whole day in diapers without being noticed?

Clearly, she was about to find out, as April dressed her up like a doll – Hannah had no doubt the immature girl still played with them, or at least wished she still could – and sent her out into the halls with a pat on the padded posterior. Walking out to her car in a diaper the day before, once the halls were mostly empty, had been bad enough… Now, there were students and teachers everywhere, and she was terrified that she would run into one of them, and they’d feel, or hear, or see, the bulge beneath her skirt.

She went to the first class, where the hard, wooden seats of the desks made her constantly aware of the bulky diaper, making her want to wriggle, to find a more comfortable position, but afraid to do so, certain the crinkling would be too loud. Unfortunately, the teacher noted her discomfort, and called on her constantly, thinking she was acting that way because she hadn’t done her homework. Hannah hadn’t, though she still remembered enough of her time in school to answer the questions with no problem.

That didn’t mean she wanted to do it again, however. As a student, she’d never ditched class, and certainly not school itself, but when the next bell rang, she didn’t join the throng of students heading for various classrooms… Instead, she hid in the stairwell until everything was quiet.

The keys to her car were in her purse, which was in her office with April, so she couldn’t leave, but she could avoid too much attention, anyway. She considered simply waiting under the stairs the whole time, until she heard a set of footsteps above her. They could have belonged to anybody, really, though the fact that they were happening during class time narrowed them down a bit… Maybe a student who was running late, or a janitor, or perhaps a hall monitor, or the principal himself.

Of those possibilities, only the second seemed safe; the others, she was sure, would either possibly recognize her, or would likely take her to the principal – who might recognize her – if they found her here without a hall pass. If not that, it could be a repeat of the day before, where she got stuck with the freshmen. She didn’t want any of those things to happen, so she headed out into the hall, scurrying to the nearest bathroom to hide in there.

It was a bad choice. “Look who it is,” one of the bullies from the day before sneered. “It’s diaper girl.”

Hannah turned, but one of the others had already pushed past her, blocking the door, trapping her in there with the group of bad girls. She should have known they would be the type to skip class… Which, apparently, she was as well.

“What are you doing in here?” one of them asked. “Do you even know what this room is for?”

Hannah glared, wanting to fire back, to stomp her foot, but she couldn’t exactly deny the insult today, and she was afraid that movement would make her skirt move too much, and show them how right they were. She was outnumbered, though, and all but one of the girls was bigger than her, so she was in a very bad spot…

“Hey,” one of the bullies spoke up, stepping forward. “You were just in my class, weren’t you? She’s actually not as dumb as she looks…”

“Really?” another raised an eyebrow. “Well, that’s interesting… What are your grades like, diaper girl?”

Hannah wasn’t sure how to answer, which extreme would be worse, so she decided to answer truthfully, about the kind of grades she got when she really was in high school. “Mostly A’s…” she blushed.

Immediately, she regretted it. “Well, well, well,” the girl who seemed like the leader grinned. “How would you like to join us, then? My mom’s about to leave for work, and then my house will be empty…”

As much as Hannah didn’t want to stick around the school, she didn’t want that, either… To be out, with these girls, in a diaper, without any changes, or anything else to put on instead… But she didn’t really have a choice. The leader grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her along with the group and shoving her into the car, where she was jammed into the backseat with a couple other girls, making her even more self-conscious about her diaper being noticed.

She was left in the girl’s living room with stacks of undone homework, ordered to finish it up for them while the girls hung out in the kitchen, doing God only knew what. Hannah had no interest in finding out what they would do to her if she refused, so she got to work, and was making decent progress until her tummy began to ache.

She had no idea if these girls really knew that she was wearing diapers, or if they were just teasing her; either way, she didn’t want to have to ask permission to use the bathroom. She tried just getting up to go look for it herself, however, despite it seeming like they were completely ignoring her, she was spotted almost instantly, met with a, “Where you going?”

“I-I was just…” Hannah blushed, stammering weakly.

“Are you done?” Hannah had to shake her head. “Then get back to work.”

This was awful… She was one of the adults at the school, she shouldn’t be subservient to them, and certainly not helping them cheat… Part of her wanted to mess up on purpose, to ensure they all failed these assignments, though if that were to happen, she had a feeling she would wind up very much regretting it. Some of it, she wasn’t sure how well she was doing anyway; she’d told the truth that she’d gotten mostly A’s in high school, yet there were still some subjects which had given her a lot more trouble, like math…

Her concentration, and penmanship, was also getting quite a bit worse the longer she waited, the more she fidgeted and fussed on the couch, desperate not to do this here, now… She thought – hoped, really – she could hold it until they got back to the school, and she could run to her office and beg April to let her out of the diaper to take care of it, but she was quickly realizing that wouldn’t be an option.

Finally, she gave up, deciding that begging permission would be less humiliating than not, and having an accident, so she stood up again… Only to discover she’d waited too long. With a horrified gasp, she wrapped her arms around her stomach, bending over slightly as she fought to stop herself, feeling her body begin to push, to start depositing a load of hot muck into her pants.

Rather than succeeding, she only made things worse, her body taking over as it lowered itself into a squatting position, making it easier for it to do its dirty work. For a split second, she was glad that, at least, nobody was paying attention to her… Then, one of the girls said, in a condescending, sing-songy voice, “What are you doing in here, diaper girl?”

Hannah couldn’t answer, didn’t dare try to form words, for fear that they would turn into grunts, making it even more obvious what was happening. She didn’t have to, anyway; the girl clearly knew. “Oh, my god,” she snickered. “Lift your skirt, let me see… Come on, do it!”

Hannah had felt vulnerable and helpless in the wake of these girls already, and now, that feeling was only amplified. As much as she didn’t want to, she obeyed, scooting the skirt up the slick plastic of her diaper, while the rest of the group began to file in to see what was going on, some of them pulling out phones, while the school nurse squatted in front of them, filling her diaper, proving that they’d been right, and she was, indeed, just a ‘diaper girl’, and wondering how in the world she was ever going to explain this to April…

As many times as she’d changed that girl’s pull-ups, she had never once messed herself in them. As soon as she waddled into the office – her office – like this, there would be no doubt which of them deserved to be padded. There was no way April, or these bullies, would ever let her live this down… As she whimpered, feeling the diaper expanding around her with each involuntary grunt, her loaded diaper growing heavier by the moment, she could feel whatever adult authority she’d once had slipping away, making her wonder if she’d ever manage to get it back after this.

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No Good Deed

No Good Deed

“Why am I even doing this?” Queisha asked herself, shaking her head as she stared down at the package, sitting on the bed in front of her. It was a good question, really, even if she technically knew the answer to it.

She was being nice, mostly, trying to be a good babysitter. In all honesty, just like her charge was a little too old to be babysat, she was a bit too old to be a babysitter, making it somewhat awkward for everyone involved, so she was probably trying too hard to compensate for that.

If she hadn’t broken up with her boyfriend, who she was living with, if she hadn’t lost her job, if she hadn’t been forced to move back in with her mother, if she had been more proactive about finding a real place to work, she wouldn’t be here, wouldn’t even be contemplating this. All of that had happened, however, so here she was, very possibly about to make things more awkward, rather than fixing the problem.

It wasn’t even that big of an issue, really; Lily was fourteen, which wasn’t a terribly uncommon time for it to start again, from what Queisha had read. Of course, she’d never dealt with it personally, and, to be honest, if she were one of Lily’s classmates, she probably would have made fun of her if she’d found out, but the girl didn’t need to know that part.

If Lily would have just accepted her problem, and dealt with it accordingly, it would have been fine… Queisha probably wouldn’t even have had to watch her, although that would have required her to look harder for a real job, or find a different babysitting gig. The teen couldn’t be trusted to put her ‘nighttime panties’, as her mother so diplomatically called them, on for the night, so she needed somebody to ensure that happened, and, since Queisha was there, it was better to have her cook supper for the girl as well. She was a sweet girl, and cute as a button, but Queisha wouldn’t have trusted her to use the stove on her own… She was too easily distracted.

Queisha couldn’t blame Lily for disliking the fact she still had to have a babysitter, despite being old enough that she could probably have done it herself, or for getting upset whenever Queisha came into her room at night and lifted her nightshirt to ensure she was properly attired for bedtime. Queisha had tried just asking her, but her charge had lied enough times that she had no choice other than to check for herself.

Really, Lily had herself to blame for most of that, although Queisha still couldn’t help feeling bad for the girl, so, to be nice, she’d cooked up this plan, even gone out and bought what she needed… Now, however, when the time had come to put it into action, she was having second thoughts. Was Lily actually going to buy this, or would she see right through it? To be fair, even if she did, she might appreciate the lengths Queisha was going to, in order to make her feel better, so that might be just as well…

And Lily had been through a tough day, so it was a good time to do it. Kiara, one of the most popular – and meanest – girls in her grade was dropping hints that she knew Lily’s big secret, and was going to tell everyone. Queisha had actually babysat Kiara, back when she’d been a teenager herself, and tried telling Lily that the girl was probably just trying to make her nervous, that there was no way she could have figured it out, since she hadn’t been over to Lily’s house, that even if she had summer vacation was merely days away and everyone would forget by the time school started again in the fall, but the teen was still upset.

Queisha had done her best to convince Lily that her ‘nighttime panties’ were totally normal, that nobody should care what she was wearing anyway – except her mother and Queisha before she went to bed – so, really, it would have been hypocritical of her to back out of her plan now. They probably weren’t that bad, anyway, right? If Lily could sleep in them every night, she could last one afternoon…

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