The Exchange Student – Chapter 24

“O-Okay,” Anna said faintly, hardly able to hear the words herself, to believe what she was about to do as she unzipped the new, see-through backpack, setting it down on the kitchen counter beside her old backpack. Whether it truly was a rule or not, she could see it being one, for the sake of safety. Maybe she’d get lucky, spot the nurse’s office on her way to the classroom…

Then again, if she remembered correctly – and it had been a long time ago, and in another country – when she’d gone to kindergarten, the classroom had been at the very front of the building so the kids wouldn’t have to wander through the whole place to get to them, and there tended to be teachers or assistants posted there to usher the students right inside. Maybe she’d be able to slip past… Maybe they wouldn’t know immediately what class she was destined for, and she could explore for a minute… The diapers clearly visible inside her backpack, however, would likely tip people off, and the less ‘big’ kids from higher grades she had to shuffle past like that, the better.

She could hear Kiki giggling away behind her as she watched, knew that there would be no avoiding the inevitable, but she saved the diapers for last, transferring everything else first, praying that Sara, at least, would get distracted and stop paying attention by then. It wouldn’t matter much afterwards, unless Sara left immediately, without looking in her direction… It was unlikely, yet theoretically possible.

Up until the moment she heard another giggle, anyway, felt somebody step in beside her, bumping against her side. “Oh, my God,” Sara snickered. “Are those…?!” And, before Anna could answer – not that she would have, to be fair – her replacement reached past her, grabbing one of the diapers, tugging it out of the bag. “Oh, my God!” she squealed again, practically bouncing in excitement. “This isn’t just a diaper, this is a Pamper! Are you wearing these?!”

Anna shrank back, mortified as Sara bent down to look at her eye to eye, fortunately not trying to lift her skirt, to check… Anna had a feeling that was only because she didn’t have to, because she could tell the answer already, without having to see it for herself. “I’m really going to have to recalibrate how I take your classes,” Sara teased. “I was going to try a little, but I have a feeling that would look suspicious… I can’t imagine someone who still has to wear Pampers at your age does well at school.”

“I-I do!” Anna insisted.

Sara raised an eyebrow, patted Anna on the head. “Sure you do,” she replied, obviously humoring her, not believing it. “Do you put as much effort into your schoolwork as you do into your potty training?”

“I-I have a condition,” Anna blushed, staring down at the floor. “I-It’s not my fault…” Under such close scrutiny, it was difficult to pull off that lie… Thankfully, she had practice now, and at least some of the awkwardness could be attributed to all this bullying.

“Whatever you say,” Sara sniffed, standing back up. “This is going to be even more fun that I thought,” she told Kiki. “I always thought high school would have been more fun if I could goof off the entire time.”

Anna whimpered, too overwhelmed to say anything, to beg her not to ruin her GPA. She had a little control, since she’d be doing the homework, but there was only so much she could do, and Sara could just decide to not turn any of it in, if she wanted. This had all been a fun fantasy until now; now, she was seeing the potential ripples, wondering if one bad semester was going to be enough to keep her from being able to get into the college she wanted, if her desire to wear diapers may have derailed all her plans for the future…

“Hey!” Karissa snapped, taking all of them – not least of all, Anna – by surprise. “If she flunks out of school, she’ll get sent back home, and then your fun will be over.”

Once again, Karissa had come to the rescue. Anna gave her a quick, grateful look, wishing she’d been clever enough to think of that. She wasn’t sure that was true, really… She’d had to have a certain GPA to join the program, but she didn’t think they’d make her leave mid-semester if she was doing badly. If her Mom and Doug found out, though, they might try to make her come back, assuming something was wrong. She didn’t know that it wasn’t true either, however.

“Hmm,” Sara eyed Anna, who squirmed beneath her gaze. “I suppose,” she shrugged noncommittally.

Kiki rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she said, clearly not able to tell whether it was a bluff or not either. “Come on, let’s get going. I’m not going to let you make me late.”

Anna let out a tiny gasp as Kiki grabbed her by the hand, giving her a yank, making her stumble towards her before she could stop herself. “H-Hey!” she looked up at Karissa in a panic.

“I’m going to take her,” Karissa announced. “That way you won’t have to worry about it.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Kiki countered, giving Anna another tug, pulling her closer to her side. “I want her to tell all her new little friends about what a great babysitter I am, so they’re going to need to see me dropping her off.”

Anna shot Karissa a frantic look, but she knew there wasn’t much she could do, didn’t want to make her feel guilty, so she took a deep breath, mustering up all of her courage. “I-It’s okay,” she told Karissa. “I-I’ll be okay.”

“Good girl!” Kiki praised her, leading Anna outside to her car, opening up the back door, where a booster seat was installed and waiting.

Anna’s cheeks warmed as she saw it, unable to keep herself from wiggling, both embarrassed and excited as she asked, “I-Is that for me?”, not certain what she wanted the answer to be.

“Of course it is, silly,” Kiki smirked, taking Anna’s backpack off and setting it on the seat beside the booster. “I can’t drive the car from back here!”

She lifted Anna up easily, plopping her down on the waiting booster, then pausing. “What did I see there?” she teased, lifting Anna’s skirt before the smaller girl could react, or stop her, Karissa nowhere near her to defend her now. “Now, that’s cheating,” Kiki chastised. “Let’s get those off of you!”

“No!” Anna pouted, but it didn’t matter, Kiki sliding the shorts down her legs, tossing them into the floorboards of the car before buckling Anna in.

“That’s better,” Kiki declared, closing the door, walking around to the other side of the car to get in herself. Anna groaned, trying in vain to bend down far enough to pick the shorts back up, kicking her feet, neither her arms or legs long enough to get the job done.

Kiki giggled to herself as she adjusted her seat, peering into the rear-view mirror and seeing Anna’s sour expression. “Oh, don’t get grumpy with me, little miss,” she said. “You’ll just have to be careful when you’re out on the playground! You’re a big enough girl for that, aren’t you?”

Anna gulped, giving up on her shorts, hands sliding upwards to tug at her skirt instead. “I-I’d feel better if…” she protested.

The engine roared to life, Kiki’s signal that she didn’t care, wasn’t paying attention. “Now, like I said,” Kiki told her as she checked her mirrors, backing up out of the driveway, “you have a very important job while you’re at school. You’re going to tell everyone how much you love your babysitter, and how much fun I am, and how they should tell their parents to hire me.”

“And what if I don’t?” Anna crossed her arms defiantly.

“I’m going to be dropping you off every morning,” Kiki informed her. “I’d be more than happy to pick you out some new outfits to wear to school.”

Anna squirmed in her seat, the threat unspoken, yet clear. It wouldn’t make a difference how careful Karissa was at choosing clothes for her that would hide her diaper as much as possible if Kiki was the one to take Anna to school, if she decided to switch her into other clothes.

“And don’t think I’m going to take your word for it,” Kiki warned. “I know there are at least a couple kids in your class already that I look after, and I’m sure they’d be happy to let me know if they heard someone bad-mouthing me at school. And if I hear that, I might just have to tell them that the only reason you don’t like me is because I follow your Mommy’s orders to keep you in diapers since you can’t keep your pants dry, no matter how much you think you’re a big girl. Or maybe I could bring some suppositories along one morning to slip into your bottom before I buckle you into your booster. I bet they’d hit right about the time we got to your school. I wonder if you’d have time to get all the way to the bathroom before you had an accident?”

Her experience with suppositories was quite limited; from the one time she’d had them used on her, however, she suspected the answer was no, that she’d barely make it through the school’s doors before her body gave in, filled the seat of her Pampers, leaving her feeling so tiny, so helpless, for the rest of the day, whether she got changed immediately or not. And if anyone from her class saw her?! She might die of humiliation on the spot.

She couldn’t risk that… Kiki had her exactly where she wanted her, and there was nothing she could do about it. From the smug look on the other girl’s face, which she caught a glimpse of in the mirror, she could see that Kiki knew it, too. “Do you understand, Anna?” she demanded.

Anna didn’t see any choice, any way around it. “I get it,” she grumbled. “I’ll lie and tell everyone how great you are.”

“That almost hurts my feelings,” Kiki said haughtily. “Keep that up, and I might have to assume you’re in a bad mood because you need some of those suppositories now. That would make for quite the first impression, wouldn’t it?”

Anna blushed, wiggling down in her seat like she was trying to hide from Kiki’s eyes, glaring back at her from the mirror, knowing that there was no real escape… And that, really, she wasn’t sure she’d want one. This was definitely going further than she ever would have dared, but it wasn’t that far off from her fantasies…

It was a relief, seeing the school come into view, even if the sight brought with it a whole new wave of anxieties, particularly when Kiki skipped the drop-off line, pulling into a parking space instead. “I-I can walk myself in,” Anna offered. “I-I don’t want you to be late…”

“How sweet of you to think of me,” Kiki scoffed. “But I want to talk to your teacher and explain everything to her.”

“Y-You don’t have to…” Anna gulped, before getting distracted, looking out the window as Kiki got out, walked around to her door, seeing other students being led inside carrying normal, non-transparent, backpacks. Maybe Kiki had been mistaken, gotten schools mixed up, or maybe those students would get in trouble once they got inside… Or, maybe, Kiki had been lying after all.

Kiki opened up the door, unbuckling her from her booster seat and setting her on the ground, holding out her backpack, making her put it on rather than just handing it to her, which might have allowed her to hug it to her chest, possibly make an effort to hide the contents a bit. Then, Kiki turned back for a moment to adjust the booster.

Anna’s heart began to pound, sensing the opportunity. She had a chance to make a break for it, rush into the school on her own. Would Kiki bother to follow her, if she did? Or, if she saw that she was at least going in the right direction, not attempting to run away, would she be satisfied with that, let go of the idea of telling the teacher whatever it was she’d had in mind?

And, if she did go on her own, if she managed to keep from being caught, where should she go? She hadn’t been told which classroom she’d be in, but surely there would be someone around to help out new students… Or, she could attempt to circumvent them, go straight for the nurse’s office so she could drop off her diapers. She could even, technically, head to the bathroom, dispose of her diapers that way… She obviously didn’t have anything else to change into, however, and, while the nurse likely had some diapers of her own on hand, in case of an accident, it was probably going to be obvious that they weren’t the same ones she’d been sent to school in.

She only had a split second to decide. What was she going to do?!

Should Anna…

…Stay and let Kiki take her to her classroom?

…Go in by herself and try to find her class?

…Go in by herself and look for the nurse’s office?

…Or go in by herself and find a bathroom to get rid of her extra diapers before anyone can see them?

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The Exchange Student – Chapter 23

Anna took a deep breath, nibbling on her bottom lip. She wasn’t sure if this was a good idea or not… She did feel particularly little right now, standing there in her dirty diaper in front of Karissa, and she did enjoy that… If she committed to this, however, told this lie, it would be very difficult to take back. She’d have to do this in her pants every time from now on, for the rest of her time here. Maybe she’d get tired of the novelty of it, or would be in a situation where that was extra embarrassing, and she didn’t want to, yet she’d have to in order to maintain the deception.

She’d probably have to tell Mrs. Florez, too, it dawned on her. Even if Karissa didn’t do it for her, it would be far too hard to try to juggle Mrs. Florez believing she could make it to the potty, and Karissa thinking it was impossible. Both of them were going to have to know that she was just silly, diaper-filling baby.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before,” she sniffed, squirming in place, staring down at the other girl’s feet. “I-I actually have to use my diapers for everything. I-I just… I-I thought if I really worked on it while I was here, I could make it to the potty on time, b-but I guess Mommy was right, and there’s no use trying…”

“Oh, sweetie,” Karissa stepped over to her, pulling her into a hug, Anna melting slightly as she felt her roommate’s hand slide down her back, stopping at the seat of her lumpy diaper, patting it gently, instinctively. Anna wasn’t even certain Karissa realized she was doing it, or if it was an automatic reaction, but every bit of contact, every squish, sent her further and further back into time, leaving her feeling like barely more than a toddler.

“I wish you would have told me that before,” Karissa said after a minute or two. “I can see how you would have been too embarrassed, though, so I understand.”

“Y-Yeah,” Anna nodded. “S-Sorry….”

“No, you don’t have to apologize,” Karissa chuckled. “I suppose there’s no real point in asking you if you’re finished, since I’m sure you can’t tell, can you?”

Anna gulped, shook her head, knowing that would probably be true. “That’s okay,” Karissa assured her. “Why don’t you just sit down and play with your teddy for a few minutes, then we’ll get you cleaned up?”

Sit down… Anna’s knees went a little weak, remembering the sensation of waking up in her messy diaper, sitting up in bed, feeling the mush squelch under her bottom… She hadn’t even been sure she’d have the guts to try it again, afraid Karissa might realize she’d done so, ask her why she’d done that after pooping her pants. But now, she didn’t have to worry; Karissa had ordered her to do it, so she had no choice!

“O-Okay,” she agreed, toddling over towards her bed.

“No, no,” Karissa grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her short. “Not up there, Anna… We wouldn’t want you to make a mess on your bed, in case you have a blow-out. Just sit on the floor.”

“O-On the floor?” Anna squeaked, her heart pounding, toes unconsciously, bashfully, turning inward, towards one another.

“You’re right,” Karissa nodded, Anna thinking, for a moment, that she’d ruined it. “We wouldn’t want you messing up your shorts, either, would we? Hold on.”

Anna hadn’t said anything about that, but she was more than glad to stand still, let Karissa kneel down, slide her shorts down her legs, tugging them over her shoes so that she could keep those on, standing there in her shirt and dirty diaper, the Velcro sneakers making it appear as if this was a full outfit, as if she were so small that she didn’t need anything else.

The toddler vibes were almost overwhelming as she stood there, watching Karissa, wide-eyed, cuddling her teddy bear to her chest, sucking harder and harder on her thumb without meaning to, or really noticing. Karissa spread out her changing pad on the floor, giving it a pat, and Anna, obediently, plopped herself down on it.

It was difficult to determine if it was the harder surface beneath her, the floor being far more rigid than her mattress, or if it was the whole situation contributing, but the effect was definitely more pronounced than it had been last time, the squish eradicating the last of her big girl defenses, at least for a moment or two, leaving her babbling as she wiggled her bottom, giggling behind her thumb, playing mindlessly with her teddy as her bladder dribbled into her already full diaper, everything feeling so perfect, so natural, as if this was exactly where she belonged, how she ought to be behaving, and getting treated, for that matter.

Karissa watched her for a couple minutes, smiling gently, then announced, “All right, I think that’s enough.”

“Change?” Anna blinked up at her, doing her best not to sound disappointed.

Karissa shook her head, sitting down in her chair. “No, not yet,” she said. “Why don’t you come over here? We need to have a little talk first.”

Anna furrowed her brow, confused, but pushed herself up, waddling across the room, squealing in surprise as Karissa grabbed her, pulling her up, setting her down on her lap, bouncing her softly.

“Now, Anna,” Karissa told her, sounding very much like she was about to launch into a lecture, “I was going to offer to help potty train you while you were here. I helped Aidan with that, and I’ve done it for plenty of the other kids I babysat.”

Anna blushed, mind still fuzzy, struggling to shift it back into something resembling ordinary operations, so she could converse with Karissa like equals, if needed… Or, at least, somewhat close to equals. As close as she could convince herself she deserved to be, all things considered. The bouncing made it hard, as did the mere fact of how comfortable it felt, snuggling in Karissa’s lap. She probably ought to put up a token protest at potentially being lumped in with Karissa’s other babysitting charges, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it.

“I’ve done it enough, in fact,” Karissa continued, “that I know it’s pointless to try if the kid isn’t ready for it yet.”

Anna gulped; there was no doubt that was directed at her, no misinterpreting that as a general statement. It didn’t sound mean, though it was definitely pointed.

“I’d be more than happy to give you a hand,” Karissa said, “but I don’t think you want that.”

“Wh-What?” Anna finally managed to speak, her voice sounding a little higher, squeakier, than usual. “I-I…”

“Anna,” Karissa shook her head. “I pointed out more than once that I thought you needed to go to the potty, and gave you plenty of opportunity to make it. But you didn’t even try, did you?”

“I-I did!” Anna lied. “B-But by the time I…”

“If you were that concerned about it, you would have gone as soon as I suggested it,” Karissa cut her off. “Your shorts were still perfectly fastened, it didn’t look like your tapes had been touched… As if you didn’t want to try to get to the potty at all. As if all you wanted to do was come here and poop your Pampers in peace.”

A shiver ran down Anna’s spine as she felt as if she’d just been seen right through, read like a book. “I-I don’t know…” she whimpered quietly, her confidence about actually getting anyone to believe what she said crumbling.

“Maybe I’m wrong,” Karissa shrugged. “I owe you one, so I’m not going to make you tell me, and I won’t say anything about this to Mom… I’ll even help you with your potty training, if you want me to. But you have to ask me, young lady, and promise me you’re actually going to try, and that you aren’t just wasting my time.”

Anna blushed, fidgeted, unsure what to do, if it would be too suspicious to not take her up on it, not to want to try to get out of diapers at her age. Thankfully, Karissa spoke again before she was able to decide. “You don’t have to do it now. We wouldn’t make any progress tonight, anyway, so you might as well take some time to think about it.”

With that, Karissa stood up, carrying Anna back over to the changing pad, letting her wallow in the awkward silence as she was cleaned up, changed into a fresh diaper and, to her surprise, her PJs. “B-But we just finished dinner,” she complained.

“Yes, and you had a big day today… And there’s another one coming up tomorrow. I think going to bed early is a good idea,” Karissa declared.

“I-I just got up from a nap!” Anna whined.

“And now you’re going back to bed,” Karissa shrugged. “If you keep making a fuss about it, maybe this will have to be your new bedtime from now on. I bet most of your new classmates will be going to be around this time.”

Anna gulped, nodded. It felt like something had shifted, like her tower of lies had finally began to tumble down around her… Whether or not that was a good thing remained to be seen. In all honesty, no matter how much she pouted, there definitely was a part of her that was glad about being put to bed this early, keeping her from having to face the rest of the family after what had happened here.

It also did wonders for getting her in the right headspace for the next morning, waking up to find Karissa had already laid out clothes for her, a yellow t-shirt, a pair of pale pink denim skirtalls, and a pair of small, pink shorts to go beneath those to help hide her diaper. Without hesitation, Karissa changed her into a dry diaper, dressed her up, braided her hair, handed her her backpack, already packed, crinkling slightly as Anna slung it over her shoulder.

Karissa’s parents had, luckily, headed off to work already, taking Aidan with them to drop off at his school so she didn’t have to face them dressed this way, definitely not looking like a high school senior. Mrs. Florez had left her a note, wishing her good luck, though, that she read over while scarfing down a quick breakfast before the doorbell rang.

“It’s okay,” Karissa promised when Anna looked over at her in surprise. “I’ll get it.”

She came back to the kitchen a few moments later with Kiki trailing behind her, holding a gift bag, along with a girl Anna didn’t know. She was dressed pretty simply, in a pair of tight jeans and a striped shirt, but she managed to look stunning nevertheless, so pretty, so mature, especially in comparison to Anna, who was suddenly very interested in examining the toes of her Velcro sneakers.

“So, I’m replacing her?” the girl looked Karissa up and down.

Kiki giggled. “No, no… You’re replacing her.” She pointed down to Anna, cowering as all the attention turned to her.

“Wait, seriously?!” the girl – Sara, it seemed, if she was the one taking Anna’s place – laughed, bending down. “Her?! No way! She can’t be a high schooler!”

“She’s not,” Kiki confirmed, pinching Anna’s cheek. “You’re a kindergartner from now on, aren’t you, cutie? Why don’t you show Sara exactly why you need her to step in and take your place as a big girl?” Anna tried to shuffle away, to bat Kiki’s hands off of her as the girl reached for her skirt.

“Come on,” Karissa interrupted. “You’re getting what you wanted… You don’t have to tease her.”

“But it’s so fun,” Kiki smirked. “Fine… She’s going to find out anyway. Do you have everything I asked for?”

Anna frowned uncertainly, but Karissa answered, reaching into her own bag. “Yeah, this is all the paperwork and everything you should need.” Anna’s eyes widened, recognizing it now as Karissa handed it over. She must have found it when she was packing her backpack. Kiki probably would have gotten it out of them either way, though that didn’t make her feel any better now, seeing it being grabbed by Sara, knowing that her identity, her grades for this semester, were now in this stranger’s hands.

“Perfect,” Kiki purred. “Now, then, I have a little present for you, Anna.” She gave Anna the gift bag, Anna taking it reluctantly, pawing through the tissue paper, pulling out a plastic backpack, the zippers and shoulder straps bright pink. “The kindergarten requires its students to have see-through backpacks,” Kiki grinned. “I had a feeling Karissa wouldn’t know that, even though I’d think any good babysitter would be aware of all of those sorts of rules… So I went ahead and got you one. Now go on… Why don’t you empty out that other backpack and put everything into your new one?”

Anna gasped, stomach churning at the idea of having to pull out her spare diapers and changing supplies in front of Kiki and Sara, to transfer them into this plastic backpack, where everyone would be able to see them as she went to class… Those shorts under her skirt wouldn’t matter at all if everybody simply spotted her Pampers in her bag.

“I-Is that true?!” Anna squeaked, looking up at Karissa in a panic, Karissa appearing almost as bewildered as her.

“You can believe me or not,” Kiki shrugged. “If you want to be sent straight to the principal’s office so they can search your bag, be my guest.”

It was hard to say if it would be better or worse, running the risk of having that encounter, one on one. She assumed she’d have to go to the school nurse, hand her diapers over to her and explain her ‘problem,’ so the principal would likely find out from her, but that wasn’t the same as being sent there straight away, very possibly before she could make it to the nurse, standing there awkwardly as her Pampers were pulled out, looked over…

Or was Kiki lying to her, trying to humiliate her further? She could see the girl doing that, didn’t know her well enough to try to read her, to deduce her intentions. Was it worth the risk, potentially getting in trouble as soon as she got to school?

She wasn’t sure… But she was going to have to decide, one way or the other, or else she’d be late, too, which would only make things worse either way. She swallowed, looking down at the clear backpack nervously.

Should Anna take…

…Her regular backpack?

…Or the plastic backpack?

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The Exchange Student – Chapter 22

She had time, Anna told herself. There was no need to go sneaking around, risk getting caught… Besides, there was something even more embarrassing about the idea of messing her diaper on her own, with no outside help whatsoever. She blushed just imagining it, the mental picture bringing the tingling back, making her shake her head, try to banish it. This wasn’t the time! She was going to go eat in just a few minutes!

“Everything okay?” Karissa smirked, Anna flinching, having nearly forgotten she was still in the room with her.

“Y-Yeah,” Anna nodded quickly. “Just… thinking.”

Karissa nodded, didn’t press any further, thankfully, instead stepping over closer to Anna, adjusting her shirt, unrolling the hem of it so it covered the waistband of her diaper better. “Th-Thanks,” Anna told her, looking nervously at her reflection in the mirror.

“No problem,” Karissa said. “You’re going to have to learn to get better at noticing that… I’m not going to be there at school to help you out.”

Was Karissa judging her? Anna fidgeting, unable to read what, exactly, the girl’s tone meant. Did she think that Anna was that silly and careless, despite supposedly wearing diapers full-time for a while now, or was she starting to suspect? “I-I know,” Anna replied. “I-I just feel so comfortable here, I didn’t think about it.”

Karissa smiled, making Anna feel a little guilty for fibbing to her. “I’m glad,” the bigger girl told her. “This is your room now, and I want you to be at home to do whatever you need or want to do. Just, you know, be careful about when you’re going to be around Dad or Aidan, unless you want them to know about your diapers.”

“I-I don’t!” Anna blurted out, as if Karissa was accusing her of that, rather than warning her about it.

“Okay,” Karissa chuckled, bemused. “Good to know.”

Anna blushed. She didn’t think it was intentional, but being around Karissa always made her feel so small in comparison, so silly, like a little girl so desperate to impress her older sister, yet constantly failing at it.

She also couldn’t help blushing when she faced Mrs. Florez again next, after what she’d done in her diaper. It seemed a bit like a betrayal, given how the woman appeared to think of her as a child, closer to Aidan’s age than Karissa, but that only strengthened her resolve to be sure to poop her pants before bedtime.

Fortunately, it looked like the trip to the zoo had tired everyone out, not just her, making the meal fairly subdued. Anna offered to do the dishes tonight, too, Mrs. Florez telling her no, though Anna could sense some more hesitance this time around.

As much as she didn’t really want to do it, she did feel like it was the least she could do. “I don’t mind,” she said. “I’ve had a little rest, after all… I bet you haven’t.”

“No, I suppose not,” Mrs. Florez admitted. “You don’t have to, though.”

For better or worse, it did make Anna feel a bit more like an adult again, gathering up the dishes to take into the kitchen to get them cleaned up, having some sort of responsibility, for that one night, anyway. Of course, as she reminded herself while the sink ran, that wasn’t necessarily the case… She could look at it as a chore, instead. She wasn’t a grown-up, trying to show her gratitude, she was a child, being taught responsibility.

That became an especially easy narrative to buy into as she got into the task, and her tummy began to rumble. She blushed, wiggling her bottom under her shorts, biting down on her bottom lip. This was it… She had been a tad worried it wouldn’t happen before her bedtime change, but now she was pretty sure she’d be able to pull it off after all.

She pondered, for a moment, if she should do it right now or if she should wait. She was alone for now, yet the kitchen was hardly the most private place in the house, with no door for her to close. And she’d have to come toddling out of there when she was done, try to get elsewhere without Aidan or Mr. Florez seeing – or, more importantly, smelling – her.

On the other hand… She had been doing her best to teach herself to wet her diaper as soon as she felt the need, and this was the natural progression… And she didn’t know with any certainty that she’d have a better opportunity tonight to fill her diaper in peace. She giggled nervously, looking down at herself, barely able to believe what she was thinking, what she was about to do.

She was such a baby… She was supposed to be in here, proving she was a big girl, that she could help Mrs. Florez, and now she was making a big mess in her pants for Mrs. Florez to clean up, negating all that progress, showing just how much of a baby she was deep down…

She felt her knees bending slightly, her thumb threatening to creep into her mouth until she remembered it was covered it soapy water. She chewed harder on her lip instead, feeling a little light-headed as she let out a soft grunt, trying to push.

She was so focused, she didn’t hear the sound of a throat clearing behind her, didn’t recognize that she was no longer alone until Karissa spoke up. “Everything okay?”

Anna gasped, spinning around, cheeks burning. She was so lucky it was Karissa who had showed up, she thought. Maybe Aidan wouldn’t have known what her stance was… Mr. Florez would have, though. Mrs. Florez would have, too, and probably would have whisked her away to the toilet, trying to help. She was a bit surprised Karissa didn’t do the same, but maybe she assumed Anna was too far gone already. Anna wasn’t sure how to respond, what to say, just staring at the other girl in shock, wide-eyed.

“Do you need me to take over while you run to the bathroom?” Karissa inquired.

“I-I’m okay,” Anna blurted out without thinking.

“Are you sure?” Karissa asked, moving in closer, giving the seat of Anna’s diaper a pat while the smaller girl squirmed, confirming that she was still clean. “It’s not too late.”

“I-I can wait,” Anna told her.

Karissa raised an eyebrow skeptically, Anna practically feeling herself shrink as Karissa showed how unlikely she found that, how much she doubted Anna’s ability to get to the potty on time. It was probably particularly embarrassing because Anna knew she wasn’t going to, even if it was on purpose, proving Karissa’s point, as far as Karissa would know.

“I-I can!” Anna insisted, stomping her foot, every protest making her inevitable failure all the more humiliating.

“Why don’t I at least give you a hand?” Karissa compromised. “Then you’ll be done quicker.”

If she did that, Anna wasn’t going to have another chance to try to mess herself here… But Karissa didn’t wait for an answer, sidling in next to her, taking over. It should have been a nice thing, something she was grateful for… Instead, it made her more flustered, working alongside her after being caught like that, feeling her stomach rumbling more and more, hoping that it wasn’t getting loud enough for Karissa to overhear, to wonder why she wasn’t making a dash for the bathroom.

“There we go!” Karissa declared when they were done. “Now, you don’t need my help getting your diaper off, do you?” Anna blushed, shook her head. “Then go on,” she instructed, sending her off with another crinkly pat to the bottom. “You can text me when you’re done if you want, and I can help you get into a fresh one.”

“O-Okay…” Anna agreed, toddling out of the kitchen. She hadn’t thought of that before, she realized, the idea of just saying she’d needed to poop, taking off her own diaper and cleaning herself up… She could do that now, Karissa having basically given her blessing to it. But… Anna had already made up her mind, was already determined to fill her pants.

As embarrassing as the encounter in the kitchen had been, this was better. Karissa probably wasn’t going to be shocked that she hadn’t made it in time, would be somewhat prepared for it… Especially if Anna hinted at it in her text. And Karissa was hopefully going to cover for her with her family when it came to why it was taking so long for her to join them in the living room after finishing the dishes.

She paused at the bathroom door for a moment, wondering if she ought to go do it in there. There was something appealing about the thought of going and sitting on the toilet, but remaining in her diaper, and it might make it easier for her to let go… But then she’d have to get from there to Karissa’s room in a full diaper afterwards. It wasn’t like she needed to flush the toilet to cover for herself; it would be obvious as soon as Karissa saw her that she hadn’t made it.

So she went straight to Karissa’s room instead, heart racing, knowing what she was getting ready to do. After making sure the door was shut, she walked over to her bed, squatting down, pushing, straining… And having no luck. “Come on!” she huffed under her breath, pouting. She knew how good this felt, how delightfully babyish, but all those years of potty training were working against her. Maybe she should have gone into the bathroom after all; she wasn’t about to go back now, however.

Her face lit up, seeing the teddy bear on her bed again, remembering what she’d done with it, how it was the whole reason for this, the whole thing instantly making her feel smaller. She reached over, grabbing it, dragging it off the bed and snuggling it, the size of it in her arms and the shameful memory mixing together, regressing her more and more. It didn’t quite do it, though, wasn’t quite enough…

Until she let go of her teddy with one arm, popping that thumb into her mouth. She peered at her reflection, sliding her already damp thumb free again just long enough to reach down, adjust her t-shirt, doing the opposite of what Karissa had done, pushing it behind the waistband of her diaper.

There she was, in her shorts, clearly padded underneath, in her Velcro sneakers, cuddling a teddy bear for dear life, sucking her thumb… The only thing missing, the only thing that would make her look more like an oversized toddler, was a big, stinky lump in the seat of her pants… And, whether it was that thought, or simply her bowels giving up, recognizing that she did, in fact, want to do this, no matter how hard her instincts were trying to stop her, she finally felt herself start to do it.

Her knees bent down further as she let out a tiny grunt, sucking harder on her thumb as a warm, mushy lump began to form in her diaper. Automatically, her body attempted to stop it, knowing that this was wrong, that she wasn’t supposed to be doing this, but she forced her way through, keeping up the pressure, feeling the mass slowly growing, spreading. It was a different experience than last night with the suppositories, far more intentional, rather than, in the end, feeling like an accident because she couldn’t hold it any longer. It was difficult to say, in the moment, which was more infantile, more embarrassing, although she certainly didn’t feel like an adult right now.

Which made it very complicated when the bedroom door swung open on her. She let out a gasp, struggling to stop herself, to stand up straight and pretend nothing was wrong, to even remove her thumb from her mouth again, but she was too far gone now, unable to do any of it, or anything at all other than continue to poop her pants and watch, mortified, as Karissa stepped in, saw her.

“What’s going on?” Karissa raised an eyebrow.

“Y-You said…” Anna grunted, groaning as she felt her diaper swell a bit more, the next wave starting.

“I remembered that you forgot to pick up your phone,” Karissa nodded over towards Anna’s bedside table. Anna followed her gaze, blushing; it was true, she’d been so flustered when she was getting ready, she hadn’t even thought about grabbing it. “So I thought it would be easiest for me to come in and be waiting for you. I didn’t expect to walk in on…”

“I-I couldn’t make it,” Anna lied, knowing, as she said it, that it probably wasn’t going to work.

“Really?” Karissa crossed her arms. “Did you try? Why are you in here, then, and not the bathroom? Why didn’t you go earlier when I asked if you needed to? Why are you sucking your thumb?”

The babyish mindset that had made it possible for her to mess her diaper was working against her now, making it difficult for her to stop the tears welling up in her eyes at the onslaught of questions, at the realization that she’d made a silly mistake, that now she’d been caught, brown-bottomed. Karissa had given her every opportunity to make it to the bathroom, and she’d turned her down, and she wasn’t sure there’s really been enough time for her to be able to believably claim she’d made any attempt to get to the toilet.

Maybe, she thought frantically, she could tell Karissa that she was fully incontinent after all, that she’d been so embarrassed about it that she’d claimed it was just her bladder… She did now know that she enjoyed messing, so she wouldn’t exactly mind having to do it in her diaper all the time… Was Karissa going to buy that, though?

Or perhaps she should tell Karissa that, even though she could control her bowels, she’d learned that she kind of liked going in her diapers. It might be a good stepping stone to eventually confess the whole thing to her, to test the waters… It was kind of a big first step, however, a big leap to hope that Karissa wouldn’t be weirded out by it. Or… Should she go all the way now, tear off the Band-Aid immediately? Karissa might suspect anyway, if Anna failed to be convincing enough with whatever else she said.

She wasn’t certain what the right choice was, but she knew she had to say something, and quick, the longer she waited the more fake any lie or partial truth she told might sound. She gulped, nursing her thumb anxiously, staring up at Karissa, praying she wasn’t about to make a big mistake.

Should Anna say…

…”I just wasn’t able to make it to the toilet, okay? It was an accident! It won’t happen again, I promise!”

…”I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but I actually have to use my diapers for everything.”

…”To be honest, I didn’t want to get to the toilet. I kind of like how it feels to mess my diaper.”

…Or, “You might want to sit down, because I have a lot of explaining to do…”

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The Exchange Student – Chapter 21

Anna’s cheeks burned as she wriggled in bed, staring at the teddy bear, knowing almost right away what she was going to do, yet trying to convince herself to stop it. It seemed so risky… She couldn’t stay under her covers, squirming, and do that… And, if anyone walked in on her, it would be so humiliating…

And yet, the idea of it was so thoroughly childish, her humping away at it in her soggy diaper and PJs… She couldn’t help herself. She had to do it, had to know what it felt like.

She climbed out from beneath the sheets, picking up the teddy bear from beside her on the bed. Her blush deepened, recalling how, before they’d left, she’d heard some of the other students going off to study abroad were talking about how they wanted to find some cool boyfriend or girlfriend while they were off in another country… She had been attracted to Doyle, but he was clearly off the table, and there was no way she was going to even consider dating any of her classmates, now that she was going to be attending kindergarten.

So, it seemed, this teddy bear was going to be the closest she got to a boyfriend here. The thought was embarrassing, yes, however, she couldn’t deny that it amplified the tingling between her legs, even before she straddled the toy, lowering herself down on top of it, letting out a groan of pleasure into her thumb as the wet padding of her diaper was pushed against her privates.

“Oh, my God,” she squeaked, wiggling her bottom. This felt even more naughty than she’d imagined… And even more pleasurable. She could feel her toes curling behind her already, her breath quickening as she started to grind, writhing hungrily, diaper beginning to feel warmer, stickier.

“I-I’m such a naughty girl,” she mumbled, unable to help herself, rubbing harder, faster. “I-I’m such a naughty little baby…”

This was dangerous, she knew, probably a good way to get people asking questions about her, about whether she had been totally honest about how much she needed her diapers, about her true motivations… But, as scary as that ought to have been, she was already too far gone, those fears only fueling the horny fog building up in her mind, making it impossible to think about anything other than continuing, than reaching the end, and the reward she knew was waiting for her there.

“I-I’m a n-naughty, silly, little baby,” she panted, humping faster and faster, focusing more and more on the black eyes of the teddy bear under her, on her mouth, sucking harder on her thumb, drool starting to drip down her chin, unable to consider anything else, to care about whether anyone else was near or not. “I-I belong in my wet diapers, a-and kindergarten, and…”

The moan that came out of her was much louder than she’d intended, even around her thumb, but in the moment, she could barely give that a second thought, her back arching as fireworks went off in her skull, and between her legs. She’d never felt anything like that in her life, and she rolled over onto her back beside the teddy bear, trying to catch her breath, riding the wave of her orgasm, grinning widely, feeling so warm, so satisfied, so naughty…

She’d known it would feel good, or at least hoped it would. She’d seen enough stuff online that made it seem amazing… She’d never imagined it would be like this, though. She had experimented some, but not in diapers, certainly not in them with a teddy bear; this took anything she’d done before and elevated it to a completely new level. If she’d ever had any doubts about how much she loved diapers, this had quelled them, quite thoroughly.

She hadn’t had time to fully recover, to decide if she was going to go again so soon, when the bedroom door opened, leaving her squirming, cheeks bright red, trying to scramble back under the covers. It was probably a good thing she hadn’t gone with just her hand, she mused. Would she have been able to finish by now, or would she still be rubbing away, potentially ignoring the door, as she had towards the end of her time with the teddy, gotten caught?

As it was, she was somewhat safe, anyway, if sweaty, when she glanced over, blushing at how much trouble she was having navigating the sheets right now, her brain still feeling fuzzy. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Karissa there, that there was no reason for her to freak out too much… At least until she recalled that she had her thumb firmly planted between her lips. She plucked it out, then quickly wiped her face with the back of her hand in an attempt to hide how much she’d been drooling, how much had dribbled from her mouth when she removed her thumb.

“Sorry,” Karissa smirked, looking down at her. “I should have knocked and gave you a warning.”

“N-No,” Anna shook her head, trying to bring herself back down to reality, to act as if her world hadn’t just been rocked by a damp diaper and a teddy bear. “I-It’s your room…”

“It’s yours now, too,” Karissa reminded her. “You deserve some privacy.”

Anna froze, stomach twisting. What did Karissa mean by that? Did she know?! She could have overheard what Anna was saying in here, could have heard her bedsprings squeak… Honestly, she could have opened the door before now and seen her, hard at work, and Anna would never have known. She already desperately missed the feeling of her thumb in her mouth, immediately starting to nibble on her bottom lip instead while searching Karissa’s face for any signs that the girl may have caught her.

It was difficult to tell; Karissa did appear amused, staring across the room at her, but that could just as easily been caused by the sight of her lying in bed with a diaper under her PJs. Anna knew she must look awfully babyish like that… Like a silly, naughty baby…

No! She blushed harder, shaking her head slightly, struggling to wipe those thoughts out of her head for now. She couldn’t let herself get turned on again, not with Karissa right there. She didn’t think she was desperate enough to start humping the bear again with her in the room, yet, as amazing as it had felt, it was probably best not to even tempt fate, not to let herself begin thinking that way right now.

“I think I know your secret,” Karissa teased, stepping closer to Anna’s bed.

Anna gasped, unable to help herself. It looked like she’d been right to worry… Whether she’d been in the room or not, she knew what Anna had just done. “I-I can explain!” Anna squealed.

“Oh, there’s no explanation needed,” Karissa smirked. “It’s perfectly natural.”

“I-It… I-It is?” Anna blinked. The act itself was, sure… But who would choose to do it like she had? The answer, of course, was plenty of people, as she’d seen online, although she’d never met any in real life, and had to assume Karissa hadn’t, either.

“Aww, poor thing,” Karissa shook her head, taking another step, reaching over to brush a sweaty clump of hair out of Anna’s face. “I bet you got teased so much, didn’t you?”

Anna shivered. She would have, obviously, if anyone back home had known she fantasized about this, much less that she had carried through with it… She couldn’t even imagine the rumors that would start flying if somebody caught her humping her teddy bear, perhaps when she’d invited them over to study at her house, only to have them arrive early, Doug or Max letting them in, sending them up to her room without a thought for whether she was ready for visitors or not…

“It’s okay,” Karissa assured her. “I don’t mind.”

“Y-You don’t?” Anna looked up at her, eyes wide.

Karissa stroked Anna’s hair. “No, of course not,” she cooed. “I think it’s kinda cute.”

Anna turned bright red; the way the girl had said it only made her feel more childish, more immature in comparison. Did Karissa think this was the only kind of sexuality appropriate for her, for someone who still had to wear diapers at their age? It felt almost like this was her saying that she didn’t think of her as a threat to her and Doyle’s relationship at all… And, surely, if she told Doyle about what she’d seen, or heard, that would guarantee that Anna couldn’t be.

“You know, maybe it’s a good thing you’re going to kindergarten instead of high school,” Karissa mused. “You could never get away with that in high school, but I doubt they’d mind too much in kindergarten.”

“Wh-What?!” Anna frowned. There was no way she’d do that in either place, certainly not at kindergarten! “N-No, I…!”

“I mean, you still might get a teased a little, but I’m sure your teacher will tell the other kids to be nice. I bet it hasn’t been long since they sucked their thumbs regularly, too.”

It took Anna a second or two to process what she’d heard, to realize what was going on. Unless Karissa was faking her out, she hadn’t known what she’d been up to in here before she arrived after all… She thought she’d caught Anna in her secret of being a thumb-sucker. She couldn’t help letting out a sigh, and a tiny giggle, of relief.

“Y-Yeah,” she said after Karissa gave her a strange look at that reaction. “I bet you’re right.”

“I probably wouldn’t let Mom or Dad see you do it,” Karissa warned. “Not if you don’t want to be lectured about how it’ll mess up your teeth and make you need braces. I wouldn’t count on Aidan going easy on you, either, if he finds out.”

“I-I’ll be careful,” Anna promised. She would try to restrain herself from spending too much time with the teddy in the future, especially if anyone else was in the house… Considering she’d gotten away with it this time, however, it might prove difficult to resist a repeat performance. If Karissa was giving her permission to suck her thumb around her, though, as it sounded like she was, she would definitely take advantage of that.

“Good girl,” Karissa chuckled, patting her on the head. “Now, do you need a change before supper?” Anna blushed as Karissa’s hand moved downwards, as it gave her diaper a squeeze, the action feeling a bit different now. “You’re a little squishy.”

“N-No, I’m okay for now,” Anna told her, wiggling in place. Her diaper was a bit wet, yes… Mostly, however, it felt warm and sticky. She may have deceived Karissa as to the truth of what she’d been doing in her room, but if she opened up the diaper and saw that, she might start to question things… Of course, if she didn’t get changed now, she might not get another until Mrs. Florez was getting her ready for bed.

Would Mrs. Florez be able to tell? She squirmed, blushing, as she got dressed, thinking about that. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as she thought it was, as it felt to her right now… And she did have some time, would certainly wet herself more before then. Would that be enough? Or would it take a bigger ‘accident’ to hide the evidence?

Her tummy was feeling a little more full, but would it be enough that she’d be able to go before bedtime naturally? She knew that Mrs. Florez had suppositories, of course, since she’d used them on her last night… Maybe she could slip in there and steal one or two to help herself along, guarantee that she’d fill her diaper. But what if she got caught sneaking around in Mr. and Mrs. Florez’s room? Obviously, she would only be stealing a suppository or two, not a big deal. Would they believe that was all she wanted, though, if one of them found her in there, skulking around… Especially if it was Mr. Florez?

Should Anna…

…Trust that Mrs. Florez won’t notice?

…Try to mess her diaper naturally before bedtime?

…Or steal some suppositories to ensure she fills her pants?

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The Exchange Student – Chapter 20

“I-I’ll stay here,” Anna decided after a moment, a bit surprised herself. It would be nice to be around people her own age, especially now, a day away from starting kindergarten, but she had been having a lot of fun here, and she suspected that Karissa and Doyle didn’t actually want her tagging along… “But if they want to go on their own, that’s fine with me.”

“See?” Karissa told her mother. “She doesn’t mind!” She shot Anna a smile behind her parents’ backs, mouthing, ‘I owe you one,’ showing Anna that she’d been right. They were probably just planning to go sneak off to a quiet corner of the zoo and go make out or something. Anna wasn’t sure, honestly, having never really had a serious boyfriend.

There had been a part of her, perhaps, that had hoped she might find one while she was over here, some cute foreign boy who was able to look past her diapers and see her for who she truly was. Now that she was going to be attending kindergarten rather than high school, however, that seemed next to impossible. Of course, she’d already considered giving that up, back when she was pondering pretending to be in middle school, or even younger… But she’d settled on sticking with her real age, which should have meant it was a possibility! Now, though, it was less of one than ever.

“That girl,” Mrs. Florez sighed as they watched Karissa and Doyle flounce off together, shaking her head. “Well, since we’re stopped, I think I’m going to go to the bathroom. Do you want to join me, Anna?”

“No, I’m fine,” Anna replied automatically, forgetting, somehow, about the bulky diaper under her shorts until the woman shot her a look, no doubt extra annoyed with her after what had just happened, and how she’d sided with Karissa.

“Are you sure?” she asked pointedly. “Just in case? We are right by a bathroom…”

Anna blushed; it had been a little while, she supposed. She probably ought to have wet herself at least a bit by now, realistically, if she needed these things.

Aidan giggled. “She’s a big girl,” he said. “I think she knows when she hasta go potty.”

Embarrassing as it was, having him stick up for her, and knowing she was playing a part where that wasn’t the case, she was glad for the confirmation that, despite the thicker diapers, he didn’t seem to have noticed them. But she’d just defied Mrs. Florez’s wishes a moment ago, and she didn’t dare do it again so soon. The last thing she needed was to get the woman mad at her.

“J-Just in case,” she nodded, shuffling over to her. Mrs. Florez smiled and reached for her hand, Anna feeling bad for not taking it, keeping her hands firmly at her side. “I-It isn’t that crowded right here,” she shrugged. “I’ll be okay…”

Mrs. Florez looked hurt, and Anna almost caved. She needed to wet herself, however, before she was checked, and she knew she wouldn’t have the guts to do that while holding her host mother’s hand.

She trailed after Mrs. Florez, biting down on her bottom lip as they brushed past more than enough people to disprove what she’d just said, struggling to coax her bladder to let go. She should have thought of it earlier, while they were standing still, the movement adding an extra degree of difficulty on top of feeling all those eyes on her, no matter how many times she told herself they were all actually looking around at the animals, that they didn’t care about her or what she was doing in her pants.

The bathroom was, unsurprisingly, busy as well, crushing Anna’s faint hopes that she’d have some respite there. Everybody was so much closer there, too, upping her self-consciousness significantly as she fidgeting with her shirt, terrified someone would bump into her, feel the diaper beneath her shorts, or somehow hear the crinkling over all the chatter.

By the time one of the larger stalls opened up, she was still dry, and she was already rushing to come up with an explanation, not wanting Mrs. Florez to get suspicious, or to assume she was dehydrated and make her drink a bunch of water that really might make her leak eventually. Thankfully, after all her attempts, the relief of the relative privacy that came when the stall door was closed and locked was enough, and, almost instantly, she felt the wet spot beginning to form in her padding.

Right on time, too, Mrs. Florez immediately turning towards her when she had the door fastened, sliding down her shorts without a word or warning, reaching over to check her diaper. Anna blushed, but she couldn’t stop herself now that the floodgates had been opened.

Mrs. Florez, of course, could tell what she was doing. “Oh, sweetie,” she shook her head. “If I’d been a little quicker, you could have used the potty, huh? Is that why you didn’t want to come in, because you weren’t sure you’d make it, and it’s more embarrassing to be this close?”

“I-It’s all right,” she assured the woman.

“Poor thing,” Mrs. Florez smiled. “Well, you finish up, okay? Then we’ll make sure you don’t need a change.” Anna nodded meekly, her blush deepening as the woman took down her own pants, sitting on the toilet in front of her, only amplifying how babyish Anna felt, and what she was doing was, as she saw how a real grown-up ought to be dealing with needing to pee as her diaper grew warmer around her.

She had to struggle not to start sucking her thumb as she stood there, especially after Mrs. Florez got up from the toilet, cleaning herself up and getting dressed, then returned to her, giving her padding another squeeze. “That should be fine,” she declared, beginning to pull Anna’s shorts back up before pausing. “Right?” she asked. “We can change you if you’d like. I guess that ought to be your decision, huh?”

Anna shook her head, glad to have Mrs. Florez interpret that as her answer to needing a new diaper, even if she knew it was more in response to that last question. Having her take charge like that, determine that Anna could, and should, spend the rest of her morning waddling around the zoo in soggy pants… It sent a pleasant shiver through Anna as the shorts slid over her diaper, pressing the warm padding closer to her.

She had no problem sliding her hand into Mrs. Florez’s now, even just on the way to the sinks to wash their hands, and certainly not as they headed back outside to rejoin the boys. “They’re doing a giraffe feeding in a few minutes,” Mr. Florez announced.

“Wonderful!” Mrs. Florez said. “Let’s go!”

She didn’t let go of Anna’s hand, and Anna didn’t try to let go of hers, happily toddling beside her. There was, again, no question of whether Anna would participate with Aidan, and she wound up giggling harder than him as she offered up lettuce to it and saw its huge, black tongue wrap around it.

Sticking so close to Mrs. Florez, she was afraid that, at any moment, the woman might check her, even though the point of her wearing a thicker diaper was so she wouldn’t have to do that when they were around other people. Even if she had, the woman probably wasn’t going to remember exactly how wet she’d been in the bathroom, but, as a precaution, whenever she could, whenever she was out of Mrs. Florez’s grip so she could get closer to the fence to get a better look at the animals, or being sent off to pose for a picture, she tried to let out another trickle, however much she could, the fresh warmth making her feel littler every single time.

“Your mother is going to love these!” Mrs. Florez gushed after one of the photo opportunities.

Anna’s eyes widened. “Y-You haven’t been sending them to her, have you?” She squirmed, glancing down at herself, wondering if her mom would be able to notice the extra bulk under her shorts in a photo, if she’d be able to tell what it was. She was eighteen, so she could make decisions on her own, but the exchange program could have given Mrs. Florez her parents’ numbers anyway, in case of emergency…

“No, not yet,” Mrs. Florez said, Anna swallowing a huge sigh of relief. “I’m not sure what time it is there, so…”

“Y-You can send them to me, and I’ll do it!” Anna offered.

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Mrs. Florez nodded. “I’m sure she’d love to get them from you.”

That, of course, was never going to happen. Anna did like having the pictures herself, though, seeing how cute and babyish she really did look. Maybe she was going to fit in at kindergarten after all, she thought. If anything, she might be acting too young…

By the time they stopped for lunch, she was soaked, and didn’t resist at all when Mrs. Florez took her into the bathroom. “Oh, goodness!” she exclaimed after checking her. “See? This is why I told you that you should wear these ones here. Your others would have leaked all over by now!”

Anna nodded obediently as she watched the woman fold the changing table out from the wall, lifting her up onto it like it was second nature. Maybe she had gone a little overboard, she had to admit, but once she’d started making herself go whenever she had the chance, it was hard to stop. It just felt so natural, so comforting…

Without hesitation, she ordered chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese from the zoo’s cafe and ate them happily at one of their picnic tables, legs swinging beneath her, diaper crinkling away. There was similarly no question in her mind what her answer would be a little later on, when Mr. Florez asked, “Does anyone want to ride the miniature train?”

“Yeah!” she giggled excitedly.

At the same time, even Aidan was wrinkling his nose, shaking his head, blurting out a, “No!” before looking at her in surprise. “That’s for babies!” he informed her haughtily.

“Aidan!” his mother scolded. “It’s for ages one to ninety-nine, it says so right on the sign.”

“Yeah,” he huffed, “but it’s mostly one year olds who actually want to do it.”

“If Anna wants to go on the train, we’re going to go on the train,” Mrs. Florez said. “It’s her first time here!”

“Karissa doesn’t have to go,” Aidan pointed out.

Anna blushed, embarrassed that she’d finally – even without him knowing about her diapers – done something too immature for Aidan. She supposed it had been inevitable, given how easily and thoroughly she was slipping into her littlespace, although she would have hoped that it wouldn’t happen this soon. “W-We don’t have to go,” she mumbled, staring down at her shoes, the blush on her cheeks almost as much from how upset she felt at being denied this thing she hadn’t even been thinking about a moment ago as it was from being called out for being too babyish by Aidan.

“Yes, we do,” Mrs. Florez told them all, giving Anna’s hand a squeeze. “I want to go, too, and you know your father likes trains. And we aren’t leaving you here by yourself.”

Aidan rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine!” he gave in. “But I hope none of my friends are here today to see me!” Anna did catch him smiling once they were on, however, and the train started to chug its way around the track, and, as much as she could see why Aidan would consider it a baby ride, she definitely did enjoy it, just like she had everything else.

It had been a lovely day, but she didn’t protest at all when, once Karissa rejoined them, Mrs. Florez declared that it was time to go, and she wound up falling asleep on the ride back to their house, exhausted from all the fun.

She woke up in Karissa’s room, back in her PJs, barely even hesitating before wetting her diaper, making sure it would seem like she’d gone in her sleep, the soggy padding making her feel extra tingly now, after the day she’d had. She blushed, looking around, ensuring that Karissa wasn’t around, that she was alone.

She had been such a baby today, she thought, from waking up in a messy diaper, to toddling around the zoo, acting even more childish than Aidan, constantly dribbling into her pants… And now, tomorrow, she was going to be heading to kindergarten where, honestly, it was starting to feel like she belonged. This wasn’t going at all the way she’d planned, but it might be even better…

She let out a soft moan as her fingers pressed against her wet diaper, her other thumb quickly sliding into her mouth to quiet herself. Doing this here, in Karissa’s room, felt wrong, naughty, knowing Karissa – or, worse, Mrs. Florez – could come in at any moment, but, through the thick padding, it also felt incredible.

She should be a good girl, she knew, and get dressed, go join her host family… But it was so tempting to take advantage of her privacy here, while they all thought she was asleep. She’d wanted to do this so badly last night, after filling her diaper, and had been too scared that Karissa would hear, or see. Now, she had more of a chance of getting away with it… Her tummy was starting to feel a little full, but she didn’t think she was ready to go again yet, as much hotter as that would have been. Maybe she should wait until she did… There was no guarantee that she’d be alone then, though. She gave her diaper another rub, squirming and sucking harder on her thumb, blushing as she glanced around the room again, seeing a large teddy bear that had been set on the bed beside her.

It felt so wrong, knowing, from the age, that it had probably been one of Karissa’s old ones, yet she couldn’t help thinking about how it appeared the right size for her to straddle, rub her diaper against… It might get the job done quicker than just her fingers… If she was caught, however, it would be more embarrassing, more difficult to explain away…

The longer she debated it, the more chance there was of that happening. She needed to make a choice now, she told herself. So… What was it going to be?

Should Anna…

…Rub herself through her diaper?

…Hump the teddy bear?

…Or be a good girl and just get dressed?

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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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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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