The Stepdaughter – Chapter 31

Janet’s head swam as she squirmed in place, feeling the soggy diapers between her thighs. Was she seriously going to do this?! She wanted to keep Harrison from finding out, and, at least in the moment, there only appeared to be one way to guarantee that, even though, in that case, she was committing to keeping her secret for much, much longer…

“O-Okay, ma’am,” she nodded, hardly able to believe she was doing this. “I-I’ll keep coming to school here.”

“Oh, you will?” Deanna’s eyes glimmered, mouth curling upwards. “Are you sure? I’d better not hear one more peep about you from here on… If you get into trouble, if you start failing any more than you already are, if you sass your teachers, you’re going to end up right back in my office. And, while I would never dream of using corporal punishment on my other students, for you… Well, I’d be happy to paddle your padded backside as many times as it takes for you to learn your lesson.”

Janet gulped; there was no reason for her to doubt the woman, to think she wouldn’t go through with it. She was about to start a double life, but not a cool one, like a superhero, or an amateur detective, determined to solve the case of her best friend’s murder… She was a housewife, spending her days attending middle school in diapers, then having to rush to get her homework done before her husband returned home so he wouldn’t find out… And, whenever her stepdaughter came to visit, she was completely at the girl’s mercy.

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” she sighed, resigning herself to her fate for the next few months. All she had to do was get through this, and then, by summer, things would be back to normal… As long as Hazel wasn’t around.

“Very good,” Deanna grinned. “But Prissy? I’m afraid if I’m going to let you graduate, you’re going to have to pass all your classes.”

Janet nibbled her bottom lip. “A-All of them?”

“Every single one,” Deanna clarified. “And that includes PE… And Spanish.”

Janet wasn’t sure which was worse… She had so many bad memories of getting changed in the locker room when she’d gone through school the first time, and she hadn’t even had diapers to hide back then. She couldn’t imagine that kids had gotten enough nicer since then that she wouldn’t be mercilessly teased and bullied as soon as they saw those, or that the rumors about what she wore wouldn’t spread through the entire school within a day. She was bound to find the next generation of Hazel’s gang there, ready to torment her… And this time, they’d have something extra juicy to make fun of her for.

And what would she be able to do about it? It wouldn’t be fair for her, an adult, to fight back against these kids… Not to mention that, if she did, she was bound to wind up back here, in the principal’s office, and Deanna had already made it clear how that was going to end. 

“I-I don’t have to wear my d-diapers to gym, do I?” she tried. The secret was almost certain to get out eventually anyway, though that could buy her some time. If she was careful enough about what she wore, she could delay it, but she simply couldn’t imagine someone not figuring it out before the end of the school year.

“Let’s see,” Deanna said, the words sounding more like a command than a wistful musing. A moment later, she pointed to the floor in front of her chair. “Now.”

Janet scurried over to the spot obediently, confused until the woman lifted her skirt, running a hand along her diaper. “No, I don’t think so,” she shook her head, turning the girl around, rubbing the wet spot that had crept up the padding. “Maybe if you’d been dry, we could have talked about it, but this makes it obvious that you can’t be trusted out of your diapers for any length of time… In fact, maybe I’ll see about banning you from the restrooms.”

“Y-You can’t…!” Janet started to whine, only for her words to turn into a squeal as the principal’s hands curled around the waistband of her diaper, and gave it a sharp tug. She squirmed, Velcro-fastened sneakers squeaking on the floor as the wet padding lifted her up, feet trying to find purchase as she was raised up onto her tip-toes, diaper.

She was getting wedgied, while in a diaper, by the principal, the person she should be able to turn to for help. The helplessness of her situation really set in as she struggled fruitlessly, tears stinging her eyes, before, finally, Deanna seemed to get bored, letting go of her, dropping her back onto the floor, the girl tugging at the padding, whimpering.

“I couldn’t resist,” Deanna chuckled. “And you’d better get used to it… I have a feeling a lot of other people won’t be able to, either, once they find out you aren’t just a dork… You’re a diaper dork.”

Janet wanted to yell at her how it was her job to make sure that didn’t happen, to keep her students safe… Or at least beg her to let her switch classes, to get out of Spanish. Everything else, she was confident, with some time, she could get back into the rhythm of, even math… Spanish, she was going to have to genuinely learn, and put in a lot of extra work to get up to the point where she could pass the class before the end of the year… Her other homework, she was confident she could knock out before Harrison got home most days, but she wasn’t so sure about this one…

She could already tell neither of those things were going to get her anywhere, however. Deanna was happy to let her get bullied again, like she and her friends had done to her when they were younger – if anything, it might discourage the bullies from picking on their other classmates – and there was no way she was going to take it easy on her academically. It was only middle school, after all… As an adult, it shouldn’t be that hard for Janet to pass her classes… If she had problems with them, maybe she deserved to be here, instead of spending her days lounging around the house, or shopping, or just using her adult privileges to do anything she wanted.

“You have a few minutes before the busses will start arriving,” Deanna told her. “Go get another change… I don’t want you leaking all over the seats.”

That was the end of the discussion. Janet nodded, shuffling back out of the office, down the hall, the reality of what she’d agreed to pushing down on her as she headed to the nurse’s office. “You’ve really gone through these,” the nurse said as she cleaned her up. “Can I trust you to remember to bring more, or should I write a note for your parents?”

“I-I’ll do it!” Janet promised. She didn’t want to, but she had a feeling that, if she didn’t, Harrison would be getting a call, and, after what she was doing to avoid that now, that wasn’t worth the risk. Just because she was wearing the diapers didn’t mean she had to use them… The fiber was what had made her have her worst accidents, and hopefully that was out of her system now…

Then again, this newest change was one she couldn’t blame on that; she had wet herself without thinking about it, more than once. She prayed that wouldn’t happen when she was back home, and in panties again, for the first time in what felt like months, that the sensation of the thin cloth would be enough to remind her not to pee her pants, especially when Harrison was around… That would have been so much easier if she wasn’t going back to diapers every weekday during school hours, however.

The bus ride home was a big improvement over the one that morning, if only because she wasn’t messy. She was able to knock out a good bit of her homework, and, now that she knew this wasn’t a single day, she was confident that, most days, she’d be able to get the rest done during lunch… Except that pesky Spanish. For today, she had to race off the bus, grabbing the key that, luckily, Hazel hadn’t bluffed about leaving for her, changing into her own grown-up clothes.

They felt strange, after being dressed, and treated like, an overgrown toddler for the weekend. She told herself it was in a good way, that she’d get used to it again in no time… Of course, it was going to be back to diapers and childish outfits tomorrow morning. She still got to pretend things were normal… But only in the afternoons and evenings, after school.

The nursery furniture Hazel had moved into the guest room was too big for her to deal with on her own, so she’d have to leave it there until she found someone to help her, although she had no idea who that could be, who she’d trust to see all that and not say anything to Harrison, or put two and two together when they noticed it was all big enough for Janet to fit into herself. They used it rarely enough that she didn’t think it would be a problem for a while… She just would have liked not to have to look at all of that whenever she went there to fetch a diaper to put herself into on the bus ride, or extras for her backpack to deliver to the nurse. Not to mention it being there made it easier for Hazel to torment her whenever she came to visit…

Her stomach lurched at the sound of the front door opening and, quickly, she exited the room, closing the door behind herself, rushing out to see Harrison in the entryway, setting down his bags.

“You’re back!” she exclaimed, nearly jumping into his arms, hating how easily she’d almost slipped into calling him, ‘Daddy,’ though, thankfully, she’d stopped herself short. “I missed you so much!”

“I missed you, too,” he chuckled, returning her hug, and adding a kiss to it. “Is everything all right?”

Immediately, she started to nibble at her bottom lip, feet shuffling. “I-I had a little to drink,” she lied, suddenly recalling what had happened at the start of all this, how she’d dropped one of the bottles of wine, so one would be missing if he went to check. “M-Maybe more than a little…”  She felt like a little girl, confessing to being naughty, standing there, blushing, in front of him. 

“Oh,” he blinked, taken aback. “Well… That’s fine. You’re certainly welcome to have as much as you want… I was just surprised to see you so excited to see me. It was only a weekend.”

She glanced down at herself, cheeks darkening, realizing that was all it was. She’d been sure she’d wet herself again, and that was why he’d asked her the question – her panties did feel a bit damp – but there was no visible wet spot. “I-It felt like longer,” she told him. It was very nice to see him, to feel protected, having him nearby… Hazel wasn’t there, yet, even if she had been, she wouldn’t try anything too bad with him at the house, too… Probably.

She was feeling much more like her old self after spending some time with him, especially in their bedroom. She still had to think about keeping her pants dry, which was embarrassing to have to concentrate on at her age, but, other than that, and having to dodge any specific questions about what she’d done with her holiday weekend, she almost convinced herself she was a grown-up again, until she remembered she hadn’t finished up her homework.

She tried to finish it up while he was taking a shower, rushing through, simply praying she’d gotten enough right to stay out of Deanna’s office, knowing she’d do better the next day, when she’d be smart enough to use lunch to plow through the easy stuff. Spanish, of course, was the trouble spot, and she was still struggling with it when he emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his thinning hair with a towel.

“What are you doing?” he asked, peeking into the living room to find her hunched over the textbook, taking her by surprise.

“N-Nothing!” she shouted back automatically, before blushing and shaking her head. “I-I thought maybe I’d learn a new language,” she told him; it wasn’t a complete lie, other than it being her choice. 

“Any particular reason?” he leaned over the couch, seeing the book before she could try to cover it. “Are you trying to hint that you want to go to Tijuana or something?” he teased.

“Y-Yeah,” she nodded. “Maybe.”

“I might be able to make that happen,” he smiled. Janet smiled back; perhaps this wouldn’t be as bad as she’d thought. If she had a reason to be studying the language, so she wouldn’t feel self-conscious about doing it around Harrison, she had a shot at making this work, passing the class… As long as she kept up with the rest of her homework when he wasn’t around. “You know what?” he mused after a moment. “You should have Hazel help you with that.”

“H-Hazel?” Janet squirmed at the sound of the girl’s name.

“My daughter, remember? She called me earlier today and said she was thinking about coming to visit this weekend… She feels bad she hasn’t been around, so she wanted to come meet you. I have some work to do at the office, but that might be for the best anyway… I won’t get in the way, so you’ll have plenty of time to get to know one another. And she studied Spanish, so she could probably give you some pointers.”

“O-Oh,” Janet struggled to stay calm, to stop herself from popping her thumb into her mouth anxiously. Hazel couldn’t even let her get through a whole week without coming back to boss her around?! And she knew if she tried to weasel her way out of it, Zella would make sure she regretted it. “Gr-Great,” she forced a smile. Harrison would be there some, so it wouldn’t be as bad… But it was still another weekend she was going to have to spend doing whatever Hazel told her to, no doubt in diapers as much as the younger girl thought she could get away with.

“I’m sure the two of you will hit it off,” Harrison told her. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll be able to get her to tutor you,” he suggested with a chuckle. “Wouldn’t that be funny? Getting tutored by your own stepdaughter?”

“Y-Yeah,” Janet made herself mumble. “Hilarious…”

“Oh, Janet!” Harrison’s eyes widened. She followed his gaze, blushing bright red as she saw that, this time, there was a wet spot on her pants, no doubt brought on by the thought of having to spend the rest of the week as a diapered middle schooler, then go into the weekend to end up straight back under Hazel’s thumb… “Maybe you did have too much to drink…”

“Y-Yeah,” she fibbed, scrambling off the couch. “Th-That must be it… S-Sorry, I’ll clean all this up…”

“It’s all right,” he smiled gently. “It happens. I can take care of the sofa… You just go wash yourself up, and then maybe you should go to bed…”

She nodded reluctantly, knowing it was a good idea, but hating how it felt anyway. She had a long day ahead of her tomorrow, after all, and an even longer week waiting after that… And, unless she wanted to pretend she was developing a bad drinking habit, she wasn’t going to have that to blame any future accidents on. She was going to have to work hard to maintain her crumbling potty training, and keep her grades up so she wouldn’t have to visit Deanna, and try to keep Hazel happy so she wouldn’t tell Harrison the ‘secret’ she’d made up about her, and had plenty of evidence to support, despite how false it was… And the more her training slipped while she was at home, the more real it was going to look if Zella did tell her dad that she had a diaper fetish…

Her life had gotten so much more complicated than it had been at the start of the weekend. It was nice, having a few hours a day to be a big girl… Or was that going to end up making it harder for her, in the long run? Maybe it would have been easier, not having to switch back and forth, even if it meant fully accepting her role as a little girl… With how quickly it had deteriorated over the weekend, she suspected it wouldn’t have been long before she was totally incontinent, if she’d had to wear diapers all the time. 

Even now, being in them ‘just’ during the day, she was afraid she’d end up chipping away at her remaining control… She could only hope there was some left by the end of the school year… And that she learned enough Spanish to be able to graduate, so she wouldn’t have to go back in the fall and start all over again.

The End

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 30

“Here we go!” Hazel exclaimed, holding up a blue and green plaid jumper, a white, Peter Pan collared shirt underneath it on the same hanger. “This is going to be adorable!”

“A-Adorable for what?” Janet was afraid she already knew the answer, but she wanted to be wrong, for her stepdaughter to say anything else.

“For school, dummy!” Zella teased, starting to pull her pajama shirt up over her head. “You have lots to learn! Too bad they won’t teach you to keep your pants dry there!” She gave Janet’s diaper a pat before sliding the shirt onto her, not bothering with a bra at all, much less one of Janet’s padded ones, what she needed to give herself any cleavage at all.

Janet groaned, squirming in place while Hazel buttoned her up, struggling to think of some way to get out of this, to keep the girl from doing this to her… But what could she do? She had no power here at all… She was completely at Hazel’s mercy, and, clearly, she thought she was Prissy, a little girl who needed to go to school, and wear diapers…

“Perfect!” Hazel declared, once she had the other woman all dolled up, straightening out the skirt. It was long enough to keep her diaper covered, but just barely, ensuring the crinkly garments would be on Janet’s mind the whole day, even more than they normally would have been. “What a little cutie!” She finished up the look by tying her hair into ribbons, putting frilly ankle socks and shiny Mary Janes onto her feet, then shoving a bulging backpack into her arms.

She was serious about this… Janet, a fully grown woman, was about to be sent off to school like a child… And she was too timid to do anything to stop it. She meekly followed Hazel to the dining room, where a large bowl of oatmeal and a pink sippy cup were waiting for her. She climbed onto the chair, dutifully picking up her spoon and starting to eat, her tummy already feel very bloated and full before her first bite, until she couldn’t gag down any more of the bland, mushy stuff, and she reached for the cup.

She assumed, as usual, that it was milk, which she still didn’t love, but had been getting used to. Instead, a completely different taste greeted her tongue, making her wrinkle her nose, nearly spit it out. “Gross!” she whined. “Wh-What is that?!”

“Just some nice prune juice,” Zella smirked. “Go on, finish it up… It’s good for you!”

If the fiber from the day before hadn’t already made it clear, this breakfast clarified that, indeed, Hazel did want her filling her diapers… And probably more than once. She didn’t want to do that at all, but knowing she was going to be at school, as a student… She started to shake her head, ponytails bobbing as she moved.

“You’re going to finish every bit of that, Janet,” Hazel informed her, her tone making Janet rush into action, not wanting to make her mad, not totally processing what she’d said for a minute or two.

“W-Wait,” she wriggled in her seat, staring up at Zella. “D-Did you call me…?”

“That’s right,” Hazel grinned, bending over, looking Janet in the eye. “I know who you are… I’ve known all along. And look at what I’ve done to you, ‘step-mommy’… I’ve turned you into the perfect diapered little sister, and it didn’t even take me the whole weekend.”

“B-But…” Janet’s head was spinning. Hazel had known? She’d never thought that Janet was some little girl she’d babysat? She’d always been aware that Janet was an adult, and she’d put her through all of this anyway? And Janet hadn’t been able to stop her?

“So, let me tell you how things are going to be around here,” Hazel declared. “You are obviously not in charge anymore… You can pretend to be a big girl when I’m not around, but we’ll both know better. Any time I’m here, you are to do anything I say, without question. And, when Daddy goes off with his friends again, like he did this weekend, I’m going to come over, and Prissy is going to come out to play.”

“N-No!” Janet shook her head again. “I-I’m gonna tell Daddy!” She blushed, realizing too late that she’d echoed what Hazel had called her husband, rather than using his name. “H-He’s not gonna let you…”

“You are going to do exactly what I tell you to do, and nothing more,” Hazel narrowed her gaze. “Like pooping your Pampers, right now.”

She grabbed Janet’s skirt, flipping it up. She didn’t want to, of course, but she had also been conditioned, over the weekend, to obey the girl’s orders… And all it took was one tiny push, and suddenly, she felt a wave of warm, squishy mush oozing out into her pants, spreading across her bottom…

“That’s what I thought,” Hazel gave Janet’s expanding padding a poke. “Any time I tell you to mess yourself, you’re going to do it, no matter where you are, or what you’re doing… Or I’m going to tell dad all about your little secret.”

“Wh-What secret?” Janet gulped.

“I have so many pictures from this weekend,” Hazel informed her. “And, obviously, there’s all that baby furniture and clothing you have hidden away… I’m sure he’d be very interested to hear about this little fetish you have, that you were too embarrassed to talk about to him, but that you forced me to participate in when I came home for the weekend.”

“B-But I didn’t…” Janet protested. “Y-You made….” How would Harrison know that, though? It would be her word against his daughter’s, and Kenzi would surely be happy to add hers, too…

“Why would I have wanted to spend my holiday looking after you, and changing diapers?” Hazel asked. “Unless my mean new step-mommy made me…”

She could deny it, but it would just make it look like she was still bashful about it with him… She had no evidence that Hazel had started it all, and not her…

“Anytime I tell you to do anything, you are going to obey. Aren’t you?”

If she hadn’t already given in to Hazel so many times this weekend, if she’d stood up to her more, if she wasn’t sitting in a dirty diaper this very moment, maybe Janet would have had the strength to fight it, to think of some way to get herself out of this… Instead, she nibbled her bottom lip, nodded. “Y-Yes, ma’am…”

“Good girl,” Hazel patted her on the head. “Now, finish your breakfast… I don’t want you to be late for the bus.”

The bus! Janet had almost forgotten about that, with everything else… Did Zella honestly still expect her to go to school?! “Eat!” Hazel snapped, Janet quickly picking up her spoon and dipping it into her oatmeal again. “I’m going to leave a key to your real bedroom here, on this table,” Zella told her. “When you get home, you can use that to go change into your big girl clothes, since I’ll be gone by then. You’d better hurry, though… dad will be getting home not that much later than the bus goes.”

Janet swallowed, nodded, but she was already starting to think of some way to get herself out of this. If she was being put on the bus, she wouldn’t have a car there to drive home, and there was no sign that she was getting her phone back to call anyone – not that she’d want to let anyone else see her dressed this way – yet there had to be some other route back home…

“And don’t even think about trying to sneak out of school early,” Hazel warned. “Prissy is quite the little troublemaker… You’re lucky the school even accepted you. If you’re absent, or get yourself into trouble, they’re going to be calling your guardian to let them know… And I bet dad would be very curious about why he’s getting a call from a middle school.”

Middle school?! She hadn’t even put her in high school?! Janet wasn’t sure how much of an improvement that would have been, but it still stung, thinking that she, a college graduate, was going all the way back to middle school.

She tried to comfort herself, thinking about how, after school, things would be going back to normal, at least until Hazel came to visit, as she forced herself to choke down the oatmeal and prune juice. “A-All done!” she declared. “I-I think there’s time for a change…”

“A change?” Zella scoffed. “What for?” She pulled Janet off the chair, giving her lumpy diaper a swat. “That’s what the school nurse is for! Don’t worry… You have plenty of supplies to give her, so she’ll be able to get you all cleaned up.” She unzipped the backpack, showing Janet what was inside – mostly diapers, to her horror.

“B-But…” she sniffled, unable to change Hazel’s mind. She was escorted out to the end of the driveway, and practically onto the bus itself, Hazel standing at the door, watching, giving her no opportunity to escape before the door swung shut, trapping her inside.

Self-consciously, she tugged at her dress, shuffling down the aisle, trying to ignore the whispers, as she searched for an empty seat, not wanting to sit anywhere near anyone else. She groaned, wrinkling her nose, finally finding a spot and sitting down, the mess squelching beneath her, stubbornly refusing to wave back as Hazel stood, victorious, to see her taken away, off to some new humiliations.

One benefit, she assumed, of the fiber supplements was that the odor wasn’t as bad as it could have been, though, as the bus ride continued, bouncing her in her seat, she could hear some people near her asking if their neighbors smelled something. She didn’t dare risk spending a whole class like that – not that she’d want to anyway – so she hurried to the nurse’s office, blushing bright red as she handed over the diapers, then laid down to let the unfamiliar woman change her.

“Hey,” the nurse smiled at her, “at least that’s done, right?” But Janet was positive that wasn’t true… Hazel had given her so much fiber, and that breakfast wasn’t going to help either…

As she pulled the diapers out, she’d found her class schedule, and was surprised at how Zella had managed to pull all of this off in such a short time. Not wanting to get in trouble, she headed off to her first class, hating how easily she blended into the crush of students she knew she was so much older than… But, with the diaper under her skirt, felt far younger than.

She was thrilled not to have PE, to have dodged that bullet. Her first class, English, was easy – so much that she almost caught herself falling asleep more than once – and made her wonder if this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

But then came math. Like some kind of cruel joke, it was clear from the class number that this was one of, if not the, most advanced math class available here. Immediately, she recalled the homework, how much trouble she’d had with it, and it made her nervous. Knowing now that Hazel had been aware of who she was, she suspected the girl might have tricked her, using textbooks far beyond what she’d be learning in this class… She didn’t know for sure, though, and she was terrified at getting humiliated in front of everyone.

That, she assumed, was why her tummy was so queasy. She knew she might mess herself again, but it was still early, so it couldn’t be that… She squirmed in her seat, trying to listen, remembering some of what the teacher was talking about, and feeling completely lost about other parts. Especially the question the teacher wrote on the board, which might as well have been gibberish. She slid down in her seat, trying not to be noticed, watching other students go up and try to solve it, hoping the teacher was taking mercy on her because she was new.

“Miss… Priscilla, is it?” the teacher smiled, making Janet flinch. “No need to be modest… I’ve heard you were one of the best students at your old school, so why don’t you come help the class out?”

Janet really missed her pacifier as the exact opposite of her desires happened, and the whole class turned to look at her. “I-I don’t know it,” she squeaked. “S-Sorry…”

“Come give it a try!” the teacher urged. “Nobody else has been able to do it either! I bet if you get up here and start working, you’ll get it!”

She wanted to yell at him to leave her alone… But she didn’t want Harrison to get a call. “Y-Yes, sir,” she slid out of her chair, quickly tugging at her skirt as she toddled up to the board, the problem only looking longer, and more complicated, the closer she got to it. She nibbled her bottom lip, staring up at it, hand shaking as she took the chalk from the teacher’s hand, not even knowing where to begin…

And then it happened. She thought it was just a cramp, hadn’t paid any more mind to it, until, suddenly, it was something more. It came on so quickly, so strongly, she couldn’t do anything about it; one moment, she was standing there, looking blankly at the board, and the next, she was bending forward slightly, feeling her diaper start to grow heavy as her tummy pumped a fresh load of sticky mush into it.

“N-No,” she gasped, shaking her head, tears starting to sting her eyes, clumsily shoving the chalk back at the teacher. “I-I can’t…” Frantically, she hurried back to her desk, sitting down, hoping the pressure would stop it… But, of course, it didn’t matter. She’d been sitting that morning, too, and that hadn’t mattered.

Thankfully, the class was almost over, and she thought she’d have time to go for another change, until the teacher stopped her. She blushed, staring down at her shoes, fidgeting in her messy diaper, feeling like a naughty student about to be reprimanded. That had to be why he was waiting for the other students to file out, wasn’t it?

“I’m sorry,” he told her. “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that.”

“I-It’s okay,” she replied.

“I know it was your first day,” he continued. “I should have let you have some time to settle in.”

She nodded, but said, “I-It’s fine. Really.”

It was nice of him to apologize… Except that, by doing so, he took up her valuable free time, and, when she finally escaped, she was barely able to get to her next class, much less make a pit stop. She had no doubt that, normally, she would have had no trouble with her next class, but spending the whole time squirming in her own mess, hoping nobody around her started to smell it, would have been enough to distract anyone from the pop quiz they were given, and that she had to turn in half empty, because she hadn’t even gotten around to those questions.

It was only a pop quiz, she told herself… And it was her first day. They wouldn’t call her Daddy if she failed that, would they? The nurse seemed surprised to see her again so soon, and messy again at that, but she was nice enough not to say anything about it. For Janet’s part, she was a nervous wreck, certain she could fill her pants at any moment with basically no warning, and that Harrison was going to find out his ‘daughter’ had flunked a test at middle school, which only made paying attention harder and harder…

If anything, it was shocking that she lasted as long as she did. Nobody was particularly eager to sit with the weird, quiet, new girl at lunch, which she was fine with, but nobody seemed to find her presence there odd, either… Teachers and students accepted her there, as a middle schooler, none of them showing any signs that they suspected she could be anything more.

In a way, after a weekend of being a toddler, it was an upgrade; when all she wanted to do was be an adult again, though, it wasn’t nearly enough of one, and the easy mistakes she made by not being able to concentrate on the subjects she’d mastered years ago just made her feel more and more like a child. By the time she got to her final class, she was feeling pretty fragile.

Unfortunately, that last class was Spanish, which, despite the brief tutoring session she’d gotten from Hazel, she still knew nothing about, really. Her strategy of sitting in the back of the class and pretending she wasn’t there didn’t do her any good when they were told to pair up and practice their conversation skills.

“Hey, there,” the classroom assistant smiled at her. “Looks like you didn’t get a partner… Would you like to talk with me?”

She hadn’t even tried to find someone to converse with, had prayed, somehow, the teacher wouldn’t notice. “Sure,” she sighed, “whatever.” The assistant nodded, launched into a sentence that Janet understood not a word of, then waited patiently for a response.

Janet’s eyes darted down at the open textbook beneath her, trying to string a few of the words there together. “Okay,” the assistant nodded after a moment. “Tell you what… Why don’t we try again, and you start this time?”

“Nooo,” Janet groaned, laying her head down on her desk. “I don’t wanna! I can’t!”

“Are you okay?” the assistant reached over, rubbing her back. “If you need help, I can…”

“No!” Janet fumed, shoving her textbook off her desk. “I don’t need help! I don’t know any of this! I just wanna go home!”

She was so close… All she had to do was make it through the rest of the class, and the bus ride… But she was so tired of being treated like a kid, of this whole thing… When the assistant reached out to comfort her again, Janet pushed her, too, taking her by surprise, sending her stumbling back, falling to the floor…

She didn’t seem hurt, and, if it had been just her, Janet didn’t think she would have done anything. The teacher, however, was less amused, so, right before the end of school, Janet found herself being sent to the principal’s office.

The principal’s office… Janet was a good girl, had never gotten in trouble when she was in school, and now, after a single day back here, when the stakes were higher than ever, she’d found a way to land here. She was trying, desperately, to think of a way to get out of this, to keep Harrison from being called, when the door open and she was sent inside…

To see Deanna, sitting there behind the desk, smirking. Of course… That explained how Hazel was able to pull all of this off. They’d probably arranged it at the party…

“Well, well,” Deanna stared down at her. “You’ve had quite the first day, haven’t you?”

“Y-Yeah,” Janet nodded. She had to know who she really was, too, didn’t she? So, surely she wouldn’t really call Harrison… As embarrassing as this was, it was better than having to face someone who thought she was a kid, wasn’t it? “I-I’m sorry, okay?”

“I bet you are,” Deanna said. “Because if I send you to detention, there’s no way you’re getting back home, and out of that soggy diaper, before your Daddy.”

Janet blushed, pulling at the hem of her dress. “Y-You could tell I’m wet?”

“Lucky guess,” Deanna chuckled. “After what I saw at the party, I just assume you’re always wet.”

“I’m not!” Janet pouted, stomping her foot. “I don’t need… them!”

“That’s not what the nurse tells me,” Deanna countered. “Or Hazel. And I trust both of them more than a tantrum throwing diaper filler like you.”

Janet gulped, feeling herself dribbling into her already damp diaper, feeling like Deanna was seeing right through her… But that wasn’t true… If it was, that would mean she’d been a little girl all along, underneath her grown-up exterior… And that couldn’t be true…

“Now, then,” Deanna mused, “What to do with you… I have plenty here to give me reason to call your Daddy and tell him all about your day… Or it might be better to put you in detention, and hope you learn your lesson there…”

“N-No, please,” Janet shook her head. Maybe she could have talked her way out of whatever was said in the phone call if it had been made by someone who didn’t know her true identity… She had a feeling, now that she knew it was Deanna who would be making it, that the woman wouldn’t make it so easy. And she couldn’t let herself show up late, still in diapers, after Harrison was already home…

“But it’d be so fun,” Deanna teased. “Hmm… I guess it would be more fun to spend some more time with you, though… Would you rather continue coming to school here? You could finish out the school year as our newest little transfer student…”

“Wh-What?!” Janet gasped. That would take months! There was no way she was going to agree to re-enroll in middle school for that long, not when she’d had so much trouble with a single day, and when the nurse was convinced she needed to wear diapers, and the principal was bound to ensure she stayed in them anyway…

If she did, though, there was no reason Harrison would ever find out, if she behaved herself… He left for work before the bus ran, and returned after it went back through in the afternoon… Of course, if she ever did get sent to detention, and got home after him… Or if he kept getting calls about a misbehaving student he didn’t know he had enrolled there…

“Well?” Deanna sat back, crossing her arms. “What’s it going to be, ‘Prissy’?”

What will Janet choose?

Let Harrison get called, and hope she can laugh it off and convince him it wasn’t her?

Go to detention, and hope she can beat Harrison home and get changed out of her diaper without being seen?

Or agree to continue going to school here, and hope she can keep it secret until the end of the year?

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 29

Janet glared up at Hazel, wanting so much to defy her, to show her that she wasn’t some pushover, some toddler who could be made to do anything the girl wanted, that she was the stepmother, not a baby stepsister…

But, lying there, on her back, diaper freshly fastened and on complete display under her Princess Sofia PJ shirt, suppositories churning in her tummy… She knew there was no point. It was already over. After the day she’d had, after being so thoroughly dominated and humiliated in front of all Zella’s old friends like this, after her stepdaughter had ensured she was going to have a long, messy night…

“O-Okay,” she said softly. Hazel nodded, helped her to her feet. Janet hated how much nicer it felt, dealing with only a single diaper, even with boosters. It almost made her feel grown-up… Which was very worrying. Was she really already forgetting what that actually felt like?! It was definitely nothing like this… Only a few days ago, she’d been wearing panties, not diapers, not even considering that might change… And now, look at her…

“I-I’m very sorry, everyone,” she sniffed, looking around the room, seeing all the girls who had spent so much of high school bullying her, who, before this, she would have felt superior to, positive none of them had even come close to marrying anyone as rich as Harrison… All watching, all smirking, most recording it for posterity. “I-I shouldn’t have interrupted your party. I should have just stayed in my crib in my m-messy diaper, like a good girl…”

“Good thing you’ll have another chance,” Deanna mocked.

“Nice work, Prissy,” Zella complimented her, pushing the pacifier into her mouth once more, the woman gratefully starting to suck away at it. “I think that’ll do… Unless anyone objects?”

Janet whimpered, shifting in place, blushing as she heard the diaper crinkle, betraying her discomfort, while, without it, she doubted anyone – much less everyone – would have noticed the tiny movement. She was positive she was feeling more than her imagination in her guts now… It was a good thing she hadn’t taken the time to try to search for help among the crowd; even if she’d been successful with that, she had a feeling it wouldn’t have ended well.

Thankfully, nobody objected. Janet could walk on her own again, but she meekly took Hazel’s hand when it was offered, toddling along beside her back to the bedroom to be tucked into her crib, the partygoers coming by, one by one, for a kiss on the forehead and a pat of her diaper, before, finally, Zella raised the side, trapping Janet inside, with her inevitable fate.

“Sweet dreams,” she cooed, switching off the light. “We’d better not hear another peep out of you.”

“N-No, ma’am,” Janet shook her head, watching as her bedroom door swung most of the way shut, the sound of the girls giggling as they headed back to the living room gradually fading… And, after a moment of relief, glad for some privacy at last… It happened.

“No!” she squeaked, hands shooting to her mouth in horror, afraid she’d been too loud, until she felt the ring of her paci, and remembered it was there. She bit into it, squirming desperately under her covers… But it was no good. Already, she could feel the warm, squishy mush oozing out, pushing its way into her diaper, expanding it around her… There was no stopping it now.

Just a few minutes after getting out of the dirty diaper she’d spent so much of the day in, she was already in another one, and there was no hope of escaping this one tonight. With the side up, she wasn’t getting out of the crib herself, and she wasn’t about to defy Hazel’s order and be loud enough for anyone to hear her, if that was even possible to do over all the distance between her and the living room.

She tossed and turned, trying to find a position where she couldn’t feel the stinky mass around her bottom, squelching between her legs with every move she made, ultimately only making it worse, making her feel more infantile and helpless. Without a clock, there was no way to know how long she spent, struggling to fall back to sleep, but it was long enough that she thought Hazel might appear to wake her up before she could manage it.

That didn’t happen; in fact, she spent another long while in her crib after her eyes opened again. A part of her had hoped the party had been a nightmare, but a sniff of the air around her, a wiggle under her covers, was enough to confirm it wasn’t, that she had been changed in front of all those people, then sentenced to a messy night, with all of them aware, and happy to let it happen.

She could see a little light outside her window, knew it was morning, though Zella was nowhere to be seen. Her bladder was aching by that point, and, out of habit, she held it a few more minutes, praying her stepdaughter had been joking about taking away her potty privileges. In the end, however, she gave up, letting it trickle away into her diaper, feeling it warm up for a few moments. When had Hazel joked about any of this? Of course she’d been serious… So why make herself uncomfortable?

It was a good instinct, too, since she had another wait ahead of her, watching the light grow brighter and brighter outside her window, before, at last, Zella appeared, sipping a cup of coffee. “That was quite the party last night,” she said, by way of greeting, then giving a twitch of the nose. “Smells like you had quite a party, too.”

Janet blushed as Hazel chuckled, amused with herself. The girl went about getting a fresh diaper and supplies, acting like this was all perfectly normal, showing no signs that she’d changed her mind about anything. Janet quietly sat by, let herself be cleaned up, put into a clean diaper, even obediently mumbled, “Thank you, ma’am.”

“You are so welcome,” Hazel grinned. “Somebody is in a good mood today! And I bet I know what will make it even better!”

Janet looked up at her, wondering if she’d been wrong after all, if Zella was going to take mercy on her. Instead, she went to the closet, returned with the dress she’d gotten yesterday, along with the onesie Janet had worn most of that day. She tugged it over Janet’s head, adjusting the top, with its declaration of the wearer as a ‘Little Princess’, and the ribbon around the waist, the white and pink making the girl look like she fit her title perfectly.

Just as Janet had suspected the day before, there was no slip, or petticoat, for under the skirt. The pink diaper showed through the flowery lace, leaving very little to the imagination, ensuring anyone that saw her would still know exactly what she had on beneath the dress.

“Th-Thank you, ma’am,” she parroted again. It was better than the onesie, she told herself; the diaper had been just as obvious there, thanks to the bulge, and the plastic peeking out of the legholes… And, anyone who got close enough to see through the skirt would probably hear her anyway.

“You are so very welcome,” Hazel beamed. “Let’s get you some breakfast.”

Zella led Janet down to the dining room, the girl nervously peeking into the living room on the way there, glad to see nobody, not even Kenzi, there. She was lifted up into the booster seat and strapped in, another large bowl of oatmeal and prune baby food swirled together waiting for her, along with a large bottle of milk.

“Hmm,” Hazel pretended to think, as she tied a bib around Janet’s neck. “I guess I should have waited to get you dressed, huh? You’re such a messy eater, and I wouldn’t want you to get your dress dirty already… I supposed I’d better handle this.”

She sat down next to Janet, taking the spoon from the bowl, dipping it into the contents. “Open wide!” she urged, and, despite herself, Janet felt her mouth opening obediently. She wrinkled her nose as the mix touched her tongue, but, seeing no other option, swallowed it down. “Good girl!” Hazel praised, going in for another.

Janet was trusted with the bottle, though that wasn’t as much of a relief as she’d expected. “I think there’s something wrong with it,” she commented, pulling it away. It had been thicker than it should, grainier, almost…

“No, it’s fine,” Zella assured her. “I just put a little something extra in it to help you grow up big and strong.”

Janet wasn’t convinced, but it didn’t matter; Hazel wanted her to drink, so she was going to drink. She was never quite able to place what it was, not until she was done with her breakfast, and carrying her bowl to the kitchen, where she saw, on the counter, a large bottle of Metamucil. Her eyes widened, staring up at it, down at the few remaining scraps of oatmeal clinging to the bowl Hazel had almost completely cleared out.

Hazel wanted her filling her pants again… And she was almost definitely going to get it. She couldn’t feel the effects yet, but her belly was quite full from the large breakfast, and the extra fiber wasn’t going to help…

Nor was the next dose, added to her bottle of apple juice as she sat on the floor, engrossed in her homework. But Hazel had given it to her, told her to drink it up, so, even knowing what was in it, what the result would be, Janet did as she was told, working her way through the simple worksheets.

She was finished with math, thank God, so most of the other subjects were simple for her, which, in a way, was almost worse. She knew this stuff forwards and backwards… She didn’t need to go over page after page of it, while she sat there in her crinkly diapers, sucking on her pacifier. It only got more absurd when the bottles caught up with her. She glanced over at Zella, wondering if she should risk breaking the girl’s good mood, asking for the toilet… Then, quietly, docilely, she piddled her Pampers, feeling the padding warm, swelling up between her legs. There she was, an adult, doing a child’s homework, peeing her pants like a toddler… How had she let this weekend come to this?!

She saved the Spanish homework for last, and for good reason. As easy as the rest had been, this was literally in another language, one she had no experience with. Grown-up or not, she couldn’t make heads or tails of it, drawing a complete blank. The bored confidence that had come with the other subjects faded away, leaving her feeling stupid, like she deserved to be dressed and treated this way if she couldn’t answer a few, probably simple, questions.

“Prissy!” Zella scolded, looking down at her. “Are you still on that same page?”

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am,” Janet sniffled.

Hazel sighed, reaching down, giving her diaper a poke. “Is that what’s wrong?” she asked. “Why didn’t you tell me you were that wet? You’re almost leaking!”

Janet started to shake her head, positive it wasn’t that bad, not from a single wetting, but, as she squirmed on the floor, she wasn’t so sure. Had she gone again, without noticing? Was Zella trying to make it sound worse than it was? Either way, she wasn’t going to contradict the girl. “S-Sorry,” she mumbled again.

Hazel took her to her room for a fresh diaper, then tucked her into the crib for a nap, with another fiber-dosed bottle, and orders that she was to finish it before she would be allowed up. The nap didn’t really help anything, since Janet was still lost after that, and lunch, stuck staring dumbly at her Spanish homework until Hazel slid down onto the floor next to her, explaining it all to her in simple terms, like she was talking to a child.

And, after that, it was time for supper, a bath, and bed. It seemed awfully early to Janet, but, of course, she didn’t say anything, compliantly doing as she was told, getting tucked back into her crib, realizing, only once her stepdaughter was gone, that, despite all the ‘help’ she’d been getting that day, Hazel hadn’t pushed her to fill her diapers after all.

That seemed strange… Until the next morning, anyway. She was happy to wake up to a clean diaper, but the rumbling she felt made it very obvious that wouldn’t last long. Hazel hadn’t been preparing her for yesterday… She’d been working up to today, and it was definitely going to pay off.

It took every ounce of courage Janet could muster, but, in the midst of her change, at the best possible time, she managed to request, “C-Could I use the potty, ma’am?”

Hazel paused, Janet sitting right in the middle of her dry diaper, squirming. For a split second, Janet felt a flutter of hope, wondering if the girl was considering it. Then, she said, “Don’t be silly. Potties are for big girls. And what are you wearing?”

Before Janet could even think of being smart about it, Zella pulled the front of the diaper up, forcing her thighs apart, tugging it firmly against her crotch to ensure she could feel it. Janet whined, wriggling, “N-Not ye…” she tried, just to hear the sound of one of the tapes being opened, then stuck firmly into place. “A-A diaper,” she answered resignedly.

“That’s right,” Hazel told her, pulling the other side tight, fastening it down as well. “Do big girls wear diapers?”

“N-No, ma’am,” Janet swallowed.

“So that means you aren’t a big girl, doesn’t it?” Hazel asked. “So, what are you? Who wears diapers?”

There was no getting out of this one… She should have kept her mouth shut. “B-Babies,” she admitted. “I-I’m a baby…”

“Yes, you are,” Hazel helped her down, giving her diaper a pat. “A baby with a big day ahead of her! Do you know why?”

Janet shook her head, wishing she had an answer, to make her feel a little better, but just as clueless as she had been with the Spanish. She expected Zella to tell her; instead, the girl laughed. “That’s all right,” she said. “You’ll figure it out. Now, as cute as you are in your PJs and diaper, we’d better get you ready…”

But what is Hazel getting Janet ready for?

A day at a normal middle school, to come home to Harrison in the afternoon?

A stay at a normal boarding school?

Some re-education at The Dollhouse?

Waiting for Harrison to get home and find how she’s spent her weekend?

Or the promise of getting her old life back, but at a cost?

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 28

“Well?” Hazel asked, and, despite her reservations, Janet nodded meekly. “We’d better get rid of this, then,” Zella plucked the pacifier from her mouth, dangling it from one finger, keeping it in sight, the threat clear. “Go on.”

“I-I’m a little teapot…” Janet sang out, cheeks red, voice shaky, to a chorus of squeals and claps, and, nearly immediately, the sight of a whole room full of girls reaching for their phones.

“Start over, start over!” Hazel grinned. Janet wanted to protest, to say that hadn’t been a part of the deal… But, of course, she had no power here. It was bad enough to know Bernice had pictures, and would be happy to spread them around the office… If just one of her former classmates realized the truth, that she was Janet, and not Prissy, they’d have a whole video of her, in an obviously messy diaper, singing and dancing and making a fool of herself…

She was already committed to it, however, and, more importantly, to the idea of having a clean diaper at last. “I-I’m a little teapot,” she repeated, “short and stout…” She lifted her hand over her head for the first word, moving it downwards, almost feeling like she was getting tinier as she did it, in front of all these other, bigger, more mature looking, girls. She quickly moved on to the next movement, spreading her hands apart from one another, but, without thinking, she did so in front of her diapers, making it look like those were what she was referring to.

“Short is right,” she heard Kenzi affirm. “Little pipsqueak.”

She had to wait through another round of giggling before she could continue, feeling especially small as she put one hand on her hip. “Here is my handle, here is my spout…” She lifted her other arm up, her legs already starting to wobble as she moved. She tried once more to squeeze the diaper tighter between her hips, to get her feet closer together for a stronger stance, but the garment was just as bulky, and packed, as ever.

“When I get all steamed up,” she wiggled her padded bottom, earning cries of delight and approval, “hear me shout…”

“T-Tip me over…” This was the hard part, the one she’d been dreading… If not for this move, besides the humiliation of it all, it would have been a piece of cake. She lowered her raised hand, keeping the rest of her body steady, stammering as she rushed, trying to finish it off, “a-and p-pour…”

“No,” Hazel cut her off disapprovingly. “Do it right, Prissy. Or do you want to start from the beginning?”

Her feet shuffled on the floor, testing their grip. “T-Tip me over…” She leaned forward, ever so slightly, and, even then, she could feel her balance shifting.

“What did I just say, Prissy?” Zella demanded. “That barely looks like you’re doing anything!”

Tears sprang to Janet’s eyes… But she’d come this far. If she made it to the end of this line, she was done. There had to be a happy medium between making Hazel happy, and staying on her feet…

“T-Tip me over…” she tried, one more time, bending forward.

“Keep going,” Hazel urged. “We won’t get any tea out of you like that!”

Janet leaned further, feeling one of her feet starting to raise off the floor, wondering when enough was going to be enough… Then the other started to slip. She slammed the first foot back down hurriedly, tilting backwards to counter-act what was happening… And over-correcting. In an instant, she was falling, slamming down hard onto her padded, stinky bottom with a yelp.

She nibbled her bottom lip, wishing she had her pacifier now. She’d been so close… “A-And pour me out?” she tried, staring up at Zella, begging for mercy with big, puppy-dog eyes.

“Oh, Prissy,” Hazel sighed, giving her one thing she wanted, sliding the pacifier back between her lips, the smaller woman instantly starting to suck on it, not caring how that might look to the rest of the people in the room. “You can’t even do one, simple thing right, can you? No wonder you’re still not potty trained.”

“I-I tried,” she whimpered through her paci, wriggling on the floor, staring at the changing mat. “I-I did my best…”

“That was your best?” Kenzi mocked.

“Her day job is going to school,” Hazel said. “And I’ve seen her grades… She’s not very good at that, either. But… She did get most of the way through with the song…”

Janet had just about giving up hope of getting to sleep in a clean diaper, only to feel a spark spring to life as she heard those words. She nodded, staring up at Zella. “Fine, you big baby,” her stepdaughter shrugged. “Crawl over to the mat.”

It was almost comforting, being back down on the floor; it was certainly easier to keep her eyes low, intentionally trying not to see if anyone still had their phones up and recording. There was nothing she could do about it anyway… She knew there was a good chance at least one of them did, but, if she didn’t know for sure, she could pretend it wasn’t true.

Despite the smell, and all the people there, watching, she breathed a sigh of relief as she finally felt fresh air on her skin again, as the diapers were spread open. “You definitely did a number on these,” Hazel waved her hand in front of her nose.”

“Yeah, a number two,” Deanna giggled.

Janet knew it was Zella’s fault she’d done it in the first place, and that it had gotten this bad… But she also knew there was no point saying it, making a fuss, when that was only going to be turned around on her as more proof that she was an immature little brat. She stayed silent, sucking on her pacifier, staring up at the ceiling as Hazel began the long process of wiping her bottom clean.

It took so long, in fact, that Janet nearly forgot herself and moved her gaze from the spot above her she was fixated on, nearly glanced around the room and risked seeing phones up, or just meeting the gaze of her former bullies, watching the show. She closed her eyes instead, as the used diapers were, at last slid out from beneath her, a fresh one taking its place.

“How many boosters should I go with?” Hazel asked. “She is about to go to bed…”

“Two, at least,” Lina suggested.

“Any more than that, and you might as well double her diapers,” Deanna chuckled, Janet crinkling her nose and wiggling in place at the suggestion, getting some giggles in response, letting her know they were definitely watching… Although, since she was the center of attention, that wasn’t a shock.

“Two will probably be fine,” Zella agreed, thankfully, raising Janet’s blessedly clean backside up, off the soft padding of the diaper, lowering it a few moments later… But it didn’t go down quite as far as it had before. Still, compared to what she’d endured for so much of today, it was going to be a breeze.

“And how many of these?” There was more laughter at Zella’s question, and Janet almost opened her eyes to see what the rattling sound was, before thinking better of it. What difference would it make?

“Two of those, too?” Lina said.

“Oh, I’d say three, minimum,” Kenzi contradicted her. “I mean, she didn’t do as she was told… She didn’t finish her song.”

A punishment; as if what she’d been through already wasn’t enough, they were discussing a punishment. Against her best judgement, she started to lift her eyelids, wanting to know what to expect… And then, she felt something pushing into her bottom, some invasive force being inserted inside her. “H-Hey!” she squealed.

“Hush,” Hazel ordered. “Only two more!”

“B-But…” Janet opened her eyes in time for them to widen as her stepdaughter’s finger went into her again, and see, on the final one, what she was being given, Hazel lifting up a tiny, white, bullet-shaped object, showing it off now that Janet was paying attention. “I-Is that…?”

She didn’t have to wait for an answer, or even finish the question. Of course it was… What else would it be? “Th-That’s not fair!” she whined. “I-I just got out of a messy diaper!”

“Aww, poor baby,” Zella stuck her lip out in a mocking pout. “I bet I know what will make you feel better.” Unceremoniously, she pushed her finger, and the suppository, into Janet one final time, wiping the former off on the padding of the diaper, then cleaning it with a baby wipe before starting to powder the woman up.

“A-At least let me use the potty,” Janet pleaded. “N-Not in a diaper… N-Not again…”

“Oh, Prissy…” Hazel shook her head, then reached up, brushing a strand of hair out of Janet’s face. “These are your potty now,” she gave the diaper a pat. “You weren’t using your potty privileges anyway, so those have gone bye-bye. You are only ever going in your diapies from now on.”

“No!” Janet shook her head frantically, positive she could feel the suppositories working their way through her body already, scared of what they were going to lead to… Especially if she had no hope of being allowed to do it on the toilet. She knew it was an empty threat, to some degree, that, once Harrison got home, he’d put a stop to this… But even if it was only for the final day of the weekend, being banned from the bathroom was more than she wanted to accept quietly. “It’s not fair!”

“Aww, no fair, no fair!” Zella repeated in a high, squeaky voice, clearly imitating Janet’s. “What do you think you’re going to do about it?”

Janet made the mistake of looking around the room, hoping for some sliver of hope, a slight possibility someone would be on her side… What she saw instead was, as she’d feared, phones up, faces eager to see her be put in her place…

“That’s what I thought,” Hazel smirked, as Janet nursed silently on her paci. She pulled the front of the diaper up, wrapping the sides around the girl snugly, sealing her in. “It doesn’t matter if its ‘fair’ or not… This is just how it is. Now… You’re going to apologize to everyone for interrupting the party, and then you’re going to bed in your crib, and…”

“Oh, my God!” Deanna exclaimed. “She has a crib? I want to see!”

“Sure,” Hazel nodded, “you can all come tuck her in… But only after she apologizes.” She stared down at Janet, crossing her arms. “Well?”

This was it, Janet thought to herself. If she didn’t stand up to Hazel now, it was never going to happen… She was going to be tucked into her crib to fill her diapers like a good little girl, and, after waking up that way, knowing Zella had done it to her, there was no way she’d have the strength, or courage, to defy her again…

On the other hand, what good was it going to do? She was vastly outnumbered, and, from what she could see, nobody was on her side… Then again, looks could be deceiving. Maybe, just maybe, while she was ‘apologizing’, she could get one of them to feel sorry for her, to take her to the bathroom… If she could get there on time, as her tummy was already rumbling, ever so slightly.

What was she going to do?!

Apologize and let herself be tucked in, like a good girl?

Apologize, but try to find someone to take her side while she does so?

Or refuse to apologize at all?

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 27

It had to be the TV… Janet knew it could get up pretty loud, so it only made sense for that to be what she was hearing. There was a definite limit to how quickly she could move, stuck on all fours as she was, but she made herself creep along a bit faster, the thought of a clean, fresh diaper motivating her…

Until she turned the corner, and saw what was waiting for her in the living room. Her stomach churned, her mouth working harder and harder at the pacifier as she crouched there, faced with the truth about what she’d been hearing, instantly regretting her decision. A new diaper would be wonderful… However, was it worth facing… them?!

They were all sitting together, chatting, laughing, not noticing her, down on her hands and knees, in her childish PJ shirt and giant diaper. It wasn’t all that different from the way things had been at school, though, of course, she hadn’t dressed as immaturely, and could walk by herself… Not that those facts had stopped the girls from teasing her.

She couldn’t face them like this, couldn’t let them see her… It was hard to imagine a worse outcome than this, another group of people she’d want to see in her living room than these girls. She wiggled her bottom, whimpering softly, crawling backwards, eyes widening to see one of them stand up, carrying an empty beer bottle, heading straight for her, far faster than the sleepy, well-padded Janet could…

“Well, well, well,” Deanna grinned, spotting Janet. “What do we have here?”

She knelt down, Janet freezing in place, her frenzied attempt at escape having failed spectacularly, as she felt the eyes of the rest of the party turning towards her. She wanted to reach up, to pull at the hem of her shirt… But what good would it do, really? There was no hiding it now…

“You must be little Prissy!” Deanna patted her on the head. “We’ve heard so much about you! I was hoping we’d get to meet you, cutie! Come on, why don’t you come in?”

Janet shook her head, sniffling, ready to crawl back to the crib after all, if those were her options, willing to wait on the diaper change. Unfortunately, Zella snapped, “Prissy, you get your stinky bottom in here right now, young lady!”

Deanna smirked, standing up and stepping aside, giving her a clear path into the midst of the party. Janet could see the changing pad sitting in the middle of the floor now, a diaper open and waiting in the middle of it, surrounded by booster pads, powder, lotion, wipes… Obviously, this change wasn’t just for her benefit; it was part of the entertainment for the party.

Janet was relieved to see there were no boys there, and yet, this still seemed like it was going too far, that it was far too cruel for Hazel to do to someone she thought was her new little sister. What was she going to do about it, though?! Janet couldn’t stand up to her… She couldn’t even stand right now.

“Isn’t she adorable?” Lina cooed, clasping her hands together, leaning forward to get a better look at Janet as she hesitantly crawled forward, Deanna blocking her path out of the room, leaving her no choice other than to keep moving ahead. “I’m so jealous, Zella! I want a little sister like that!”

“You can have her,” Hazel chuckled. “You have no idea how much of a nuisance she can be.”

“Aww, don’t be mean,” Deanna’s voice made Janet jump, coming from closer than she’d anticipated. Janet turned her head, seeing the girl right behind her, patting her on the bottom now, pushing her further in, nearer to the changing mat, with a squish. “She can’t help it!”

“Y-Yes, I can,” Janet squeaked automatically, finally speaking up, before thinking about it, her voice sounding so quiet and meek compared to the bigger girls, unable to accept that they were all younger than her… It had been mortifying enough, back in high school, getting bullied by them… Now, having them see her like this, on her hands and knees, in a messy diaper… Surely, she should be able to get at least one of them to recognize her, to tell the others what she’d tried so hard to tell Zella at the start of all this, that she wasn’t Prissy at all… But, despite her protest, that was the last thing she wanted now.

She wanted to go back to being a grown-up, to wearing panties, and using the toilet… These girls had always seen her as smaller and more pathetic than them, and, if they knew this was her, it would confirm it, in a way she’d never be able to shake. It was far better to hope they didn’t work out the truth on their own, to accept her role… All of them together like this could easily make her life even more of a living hell, and, if they all started to spread the word, like Bernice…

“If you can help it,” Kenzi mocked, “why did you poop your pants in the middle of the store?”

Janet truly didn’t have a response for that, and, even if she had, she wouldn’t have used it. She hated letting them see her this way, and not defending herself, but she knew it was for the best. “I-I dunno,” she shrugged, mumbling softly around the pacifier, letting it help with her disguise.

“Is it because you’re a big baby?” Hazel asked.

Disguise or not, her lip quivered at the idea of confessing to that here, in front of these girls who had made her life miserable for so long… She knew it was for the best, yet it still stung, as bad, or worse, than any spanking Zella had given her this weekend. She nodded, sucking harder and harder at the paci, the words feeling truer and truer the longer she stayed there.

“Well, babies can’t help being huge pains sometimes,” Deanna piped up. “Or filling their diapers.” She gave the diaper another pat, harder. “So don’t feel too bad, little Prissy-Pants. No matter how much you filled these… And it’s an awful lot.”

Janet groaned, squirming, Deanna’s hand staying on her lumpy seat, pushing and smushing, as if she was doing her best to force Janet to feel the results of her accident before her change, like she hadn’t been doing that for what felt like the entire day.

“I’ve done a lot of babysitting, and I’ve never seen anyone use their diapers this much,” Deanna commented. “You deserve a medal, Prissy! The Poopiest Baby!”

Janet blushed, starting to shake her head again, before reminding herself she was just going to take this, to accept letting them see her as a baby, so there was no risk of them recognizing her as anything else. She shrugged, staring over at the changing mat, the impromptu padding massage making her want both it, and the privacy of her crib – messy pants or not – more.

Apparently, she wasn’t the only one thinking of it. “Shouldn’t we get to changing her?” Lina asked. “We don’t want her getting a rash.”

“Don’t we?” Kenzi teased. “It might do her some good… Maybe she wouldn’t still be in diapers at her age if she felt some of the consequences.”

“Oh, she would,” Hazel shook her head. “I’m afraid, at this point, there’s no helping it… I don’t think we’re ever going to be able to potty train little Prissy here. She likes her Pampers too much.”

Janet couldn’t help herself, pouting out a whiny, “Nuh-uh!” with no regard for her deception.

“True, true,” Kenzi nodded. “I mean, she’s been toddling around like this all day, and it hasn’t seemed to bother her. She hasn’t even asked for a change, in all the time she’s been down here.”

Janet swallowed, looking around the room, at all the girls, at the changing pad. Did she want to? That was why she’d come here… And it would be so much easier to spend the rest of her night in her crib, if she was just dry and clean… And that threat of diaper rash was very real… But there was no way the rest of the party was going to leave and give her privacy to get it taken care of.

Deanna gave her seat another swat, and answered the question for her. What was she thinking?! She couldn’t stay like this the rest of the night!

“Pl-Please,” she stared up at Hazel. “C-Can I pl-please have a change?”

“Of course you can,” Zella smiled down at her. “But… Since you did come down, and interrupt my party, you’re going to have to provide some entertainment for us in exchange.”

That wasn’t so bad… Janet had already realized that’s what was going to happen, seeing how it was set up. She nodded, not pleased about it, and, honestly, glad she’d been preparing herself for it.

“What songs do you know?” Hazel mused. “Just simple things, I imagine… I know! What about ‘Itsy Bitsy Spider?'”

“Huh?” Janet frowned.

“Guess that one was too hard for her,” Kenzi chuckled.

“‘I’m A Little Teapot?'” Lina suggested.

“Do you know that?” Zella asked.

“I-I do,” Janet nodded. “But…”

“Perfect!” Hazel grabbed her by the hands, hauling her to her feet, then leaving her standing there, shakily, in the middle of the living room, diaper drooping heavily. “I bet you know the dance, too?”

“Y-Yeah,” Janet blushed. Of course she did… It was a simple thing that even preschoolers could master… As bad as her balance was in this diaper, however, she wasn’t confident she’d be able to do even that without tumbling over, the final ‘pouring out’ almost certain to be a challenge.

“Well then, show us,” Zella ordered. “If you want us to take even more time away from our party to get you cleaned up, the least you can do is a nice little song and dance.”

“B-But I don’t…” Janet grumbled.

“You said you knew it now ten seconds ago,” Kenzi crossed her arms smugly. “Were you lying? You know better than that, Prissy… Do we need to punish you instead?”

“Maybe we do,” Deanna jumped on that with a grin. “Lying is very, very naughty…”

“I-I know it,” Janet insisted. “I-I just…”

“Are you refusing to do it?” Kenzi arched an eyebrow. “After your Aunt Lina requested it? That might be worse…”

“I-I didn’t say that!” Janet fidgeted, feeling overwhelmed. “B-But…”

“I’m going to give you once chance, Prissy,” Hazel told her sternly. “Are you going to be a good girl or not?”

Janet nibbled at her pacifier, not knowing what to say, or how much of it was truly up to her. Even if she wanted to, there was a good chance it wouldn’t go well… Would Hazel still think she was being a ‘good girl’ if she couldn’t finish the dance, as easy as it was, thanks to the giant layers of padding around her bottom? Or would that get her into trouble, too?

What will Janet do?

Refuse to even try?

Claim she doesn’t remember the dance after all?

Try it, and fail?

Or try it, and actually manage to pull it off?

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 26

Finally, Hazel seemed to make her choice, opening her mouth with a defiant, “Oh, you must be mistaken, Prissy here is obviously barely mature enough for school, much less work!”

Janet turned, staring up at Bernice, waiting for her to defend her, to reiterate who she really was. If she kept at it, even Zella would have to admit the truth eventually… Right?

“You must be right,” Bernice shrugged instead, bouncing Janet again. “Silly me… The person I’m thinking of does look a lot like her, and certainly deserved all this, but that must just be a coincidence.”

“No, it isn’t!” Janet shook her head. “You know it isn’t, Bernice! Tell her!”

“She has been trying to get me to believe that story all weekend,” Hazel said. “But we know the truth, don’t we, Prissy?”

“No!” Janet whined. “I-I mean, yes, but it isn’t…!”

“Come on,” Hazel held out her hand. “You’ve taken up enough of this nice lady’s time. We probably ought to be heading out anyway. Tell her thank you.”

Janet looked up at Bernice, trying to use her huge eyes to will her to put her foot down, to tell them who she really was… “Well, Prissy?” Bernice asked, that name sounding so much worse, coming from someone who definitely knew better, who could have saved Janet from this humiliating fate. “You heard her.”

Janet wanted to kick and scream and throw a fit, but that was only going to lead to another spanking, likely right here, in front of Bernice… If Bernice didn’t do it herself. “Th-Thank you,” she grumbled.

“You are so very welcome,” Bernice grinned. “Believe me… It was my pleasure.”

She set Janet down on the ground, on the opposite side of the chair, forcing her to crawl around to reach Hazel’s hand, and be helped to her feet. Janet was relieved to be getting out of there, to be going anywhere else, where she’d, hopefully, be able to wear something else, something that covered her diaper, if such a thing existed. She didn’t mind toddling back around the pool too much, knowing that was where she was headed, until she thought about the possibility of running back into those college kids.

They probably wouldn’t mess with her again, after Bernice’s threat… But Bernice wasn’t around now, and Hazel and Kenzi were far less likely to defend her against them. Even though she had no idea what she would do if she saw them, since she didn’t dare pull away from Zella’s hand, and would have had to crawl if she did, her eyes darted around the crowds, searching for them, cheeks blazing as she saw how many people were staring at her, giggling…

Of course, once they got to the shower room, and she was put back on the bench to wait, she was reminded that she had nothing to change into. The other two girls took turns, rinsing and drying off, putting their regular clothes back on, but Janet got none of that. She hadn’t gotten in the pool, so there was no need to hop in the shower, and her onesie had been left in the car. All she could do was fidget anxiously, positive the girls from the group of students were going to walk in at any moment.

She was feeling exhausted, from everything she’d been through, and being on edge for so long, waiting for things to get even worse, so she didn’t think much of Hazel and Kenzi’s playful, “See you later!” as they parted ways in the parking lot, taking it for granted, thinking that the day was almost over, that Kenzi, at least, was going back to her own place, and was going to be leaving her alone.

The car ride wasn’t nearly long enough, however, and, when she looked out the window, she saw they were at not the house, but an ice cream shop, and, next to them, waving from her car, was Kenzi. While she couldn’t say she wanted to be there with Kenzi, she was feeling a little hungry, and she’d more than earned a treat… However…

“C-Can I at least have my onesie?” she mumbled into her pacifier, already knowing what answer to expect.

“That’s not going to fit over your diaper,” Hazel told her, unbuckling her seatbelt. “You’ll be fine.”

That was easy for her to say… The shop was much busier than Janet would have liked, making her self-conscious as she toddled in, messy diaper still on full display, and took her place in line. “I’m so glad you said you wanted to come here after all,” Hazel said to Kenzi. “It really does look yummy, doesn’t it?”

It did… Every flavor sounded delicious, to the point where Janet wasn’t sure how she was going to pick. She knew Zella had told her she’d only get ice cream if she behaved herself, and, in her step-daughter’s mind, that hadn’t happened, so she didn’t want to push it, but she was gearing up to ask if she could get two scoops when they reached the front of the line, Kenzi putting in her order first.

“Umm… Ma’am?” Janet tried to think of the best way to phrase it without sounding rude. “C-Could I…?”

“I’d like two scoops of the blueberry cheesecake, in a waffle cone,” Hazel told the worker, as if Janet hadn’t been speaking at all.

“Of course!” the worker smiled. “And what can I get for her?”

Janet reached for her pacifier, worried Hazel’s claims that she couldn’t be understood with it in – despite all the evidence to the contrary – would make it more difficult for the girl to hear her, wondering if she should take the chance and get two scoops after all… And felt Zella’s hand over hers, pushing it back in.

“None for her,” Hazel answered for her. “She has a sensitive tummy, so she’s not ready for ice cream yet.”

“Poor little thing,” the worker said. “Just wait until you’re older, cutie! You don’t know what you’re missing!”

Yes, she did! And that made it all the worse… How dare Hazel bring her here, and then not let her get anything?! That was so cruel… And then, to add insult to injury, they decided the weather was nice enough to go outside to eat, rather than staying in the crowded store. Hazel handed her cone over to Kenzi for a moment, and opened up the trunk of her car, digging through the shopping bags and coming up with a pouch of baby food, handing that to Janet instead.

“There you go!” she smirked. “So you don’t feel left out!”

Janet wrinkled her nose, her distaste for the incredibly unfair substitution only growing when she saw the flavor was prune, wanting nothing more than to toss it into the garbage on their way to one of the picnic tables outside the shop. That was definitely a bad idea, however, so, reluctantly, as she saw at the table, legs swinging listlessly beneath her, she sucked at the pouch, watching Hazel and Kenzi enjoying their ice cream cones.

“Don’t look so sad, Prissy!” Kenzi teased, seeing her expression. “All you have to do is behave yourself for once, and maybe next time, you can have some, too!”

“Go on,” Zella urged, reaching over and giving the pouch a squeeze, taking Janet by surprise, purple mush oozing out of the corners of her mouth, making her look even more like a baby. “We’re not waiting all night for you to finish!”

What a sight she must be, Janet thought, trying in vain to wipe her face clean, succeeding more in smearing the baby food further across it. In a way, she was glad Bernice had seen her at the pool, rather than here, like this. Even if she had, though, would she have given Janet a second look, or simply assumed she must be a slightly tall toddler?

Hazel did clean her up with some napkins after they were done, before letting her back into the car. The mashed prunes had been more filling than she expected, and the fresh indignities had done nothing to invigorate her, so, head leaned against the car door, she dozed off on the drive back home, ready for the day to be over.

Except it wasn’t… Not quite. She woke up in her crib, although at least one side was down, her tankini replaced with the Princess Sofia PJ shirt, which was hardly any better at hiding the same diaper she’d spent so much of the day in. While it was humiliating, waking up messy, it was almost worse realizing how used to it she was getting, how natural it was starting to feel.

Taped to the bars on the side that was still up was a note, instructing her to, ‘Come to the living room if you want a change before bed.’ She wasn’t sure why Hazel couldn’t have done that on her own, when she was changing her into the pajama top, and, after her nap, she wasn’t particularly tired, though, from the look of the sky outside her window, she suspected it was getting close to her bedtime – according to Zella, anyway – but there was no way she was going to turn down the chance to finally get a fresh, clean diaper. It was going to feel so good!

She blushed; was she really that excited over the idea of being put into a diaper?! The answer, much to her chagrin, was yes, especially when she hadn’t known if it was going to happen or not. Hazel had threatened not to change her for the rest of the day, and she’d never clarified if that meant no new diaper at bedtime or not, since that would be for the night.

She carefully clambered out of the crib, crawling down the halls, towards the living room, her pace slowing as she heard voices coming from it, far more than just Hazel and Kenzi. Was Hazel throwing a party?! Did she really want Janet to go right into the middle of it to get a diaper change?!

Janet froze, wiggling her bottom, nibbling at her pacifier. Was she going to do it? It would be simple to go back to the crib, pretend she’d slept through the night… But that would require her to go to sleep in a dirty diaper again, and probably wake up in it once more, unless Hazel took mercy on her, which felt incredibly unlikely.

She’d been so happy about getting a change, at last… Did she really have it in her to crawl all the way back to the guest room, to try to get to sleep in this loaded, stinky diaper? Maybe she was wrong… Maybe it wasn’t a party at all, and it was just the TV, turned up loud… That felt very unlikely, but she had to convince herself it was a possibility, if she was going to even consider moving forward.

But was it going to work? What was Janet going to do?

Go back to the crib and wait until morning?

Go to the living room, and find Hazel, Kenzi, and the rest of their high school friends?

Go to the living room, and find Hazel, Kenzi, and the college kids from the pool?

Or go to the living room, and find Hazel, Kenzi, and an over-active sound system?

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 25

“Y-Yeah,” Janet blushed, nodding bashfully. “M-Maybe you’re right… Maybe you should stay with me…”

“Fine, then,” Bernice shrugged. “Get out of the chair, in that case.”

“O… Kay…” Janet frowned, wondering if Bernice had misunderstood her somehow. After the help the woman had just given her, and hoped would continue to give her in the future, she didn’t push her luck, carefully clambering out of her seat, standing by awkwardly.

“But Mommy!” Melba pouted, stomping her foot. “I wanna swim!”

“You can, sweetie,” Bernice told her. “Go on… I’ll be right here, watching, okay? I just have to watch little Janet, too, so don’t go too far.”

“Okay!” the little girl beamed, slipping out of her flip-flops and rushing over to the edge of the pool, carefully climbing in and starting to splash around.

Bernice sat down in the chair Janet had just vacated, explaining why she’d had her move. Janet started to sulk – after everything, she lost her seat anyway?! – but she knew she couldn’t complain too much… This was better than her alternatives. She didn’t have to face the college kids on her own, and, even if it meant she’d have to stand, or sit on the ground, herself, Bernice was around to help her with Kenzi and Zella.

“Come here,” Bernice said, as Janet looked around at the ground around the chair, trying to decide what would be the most comfortable spot. She reached over, grabbed her, and, while the girl squeaked in surprise, pulled her onto her lap. Janet fit there quite easily, Bernice’s hand automatically drifting down to her diaper, patting it softly.

Janet squirmed, cheeks red, thinking back to all their little arguments at the office; there was no way either of them could have imagined that, one day, they’d end up like this. “I can’t wait to meet your Mommy,” Bernice said. “She must be quite the person, to have done this to you.”

“I don’t have a Mommy!” Janet shook her head. “I-I mean, I have a mom, but…”

“Then a Daddy?” Bernice raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile starting to cross her face. “Is he cute?”

“No!” Janet whined. “I-It was… Umm… Sh-She’s my stepdaughter.”

Bernice burst out laughing, unable to control herself for a good few minutes. “Some kid did this to you?” she asked, once she could finally speak again, giving the girl’s full diaper a squeeze. “I guess if you allowed that to happen, you deserve this!”

“I-It’s not as simple as that,” Janet blushed, fidgeting. “Sh-She’s not a kid… She’s only a little younger than me… I-It’s complicated, but she thinks I’m this girl she used to babysit, who needed diapers, a-and…”

“Are you sure you aren’t?” Bernice mocked. “It definitely seems like you needed this one!”

Janet grumbled, starting to think this hadn’t been the best choice after all, that she might not be getting the help she wanted from Bernice. She sat on Bernice lap silently, only letting out a squeal of shock when the woman started jostling her leg, bouncing her up and down a little.

After a few minutes, Bernice reached into her bag, took out her phone. “Keep an eye on Melba,” she ordered.

There wasn’t a lot Janet could have done to help the girl, if she’d seen her get in over her head, or slip and fall, or anything like that… Any other time, she would have relished the chance to turn the tables on Bernice, to give her a lecture on how irresponsible it was of her to pass off her responsibilities like that… Right now, however, all things considered, she wasn’t in the position to reprimand the woman about anything.

And, to be totally fair, Bernice did look up from the screen every couple minutes, confirming that everything was all right. After all of her plans for getting rid of that phone, and the evidence on it, it was a bit infuriating seeing it there, so close, while she was bobbing on the woman’s knee. She could reach over and grab it… But, even if Bernice’s grip didn’t immediately tighten, keep Janet from yanking it out of her hand, she might be fast enough to snatch it back before Janet could toss it into the pool… And Janet wasn’t confident she could throw it that far, anyway. Of course, if it landed on the ground instead, it would probably smash, which would do the job just as well… If it didn’t, though, Bernice would still be angry at her, and Janet would have accomplished nothing.

Either way, she suspected she’d end up turned over on the woman’s lap, given yet another spanking. It likely wouldn’t hurt much, through the layers of padding, and the mess, but it would certainly be humiliating… Especially if that was how Kenzi and Hazel found her when they returned.

In the end, she was glad she didn’t try it. “Mommy, Mommy!” Melba exclaimed, after what felt like a mind-numbing amount of time for Janet, sitting there on Bernice’s lap. The girl ran up, flapping her arms excitedly, sending water flying everywhere. “Did you see? I went underwater, and it wasn’t even that scary, and I think I made a friend, and…!”

“That’s wonderful, baby,” Bernice smiled. “You’re so brave!” She kissed her daughter on the forehead, not appearing to worry about how wet the girl had just gotten her phone. “I saw her, and she looked very nice… What’s her name?”

Melba cocked her head, thinking for a moment. “I dunno,” she answered, finally.

Bernice chuckled. “Did you ask?”

Melba shrugged, turning back towards the pool. “Oh, there she is! She’s back!” she grinned. “Bye, Mommy!”

“Silly girl,” Bernice said to herself, shaking her head affectionately. She looked around for a moment, then grabbed the back of Janet’s tankini – totally dry, of course, since she’d not even been that close to the pool herself this whole time – and used it to dry off her phone. “Thank goodness they have waterproof phones now, right?”

“R-Right,” Janet agreed, although, really, all she was thinking was how lucky she was not to have tried anything with the phone. There was a difference between surviving a splash or two, and making it out of a dunk in the pool itself. She hadn’t even considered the possibility that the phone could have survived, however… How awful would it have been to risk even more of Bernice’s ire, only to discover her phone, and the incriminating photos, were still fully intact?

Janet was taking her job of watching the pool seriously, despite knowing any actual rescue would have to come from Bernice, so she had no warning for the sound of her babysitters’ voices returning. It started with the pair of them giggling, Janet thinking it was them, but not certain… Until she heard Kenzi speak.

“This is where we left her, isn’t it?” she asked. “I don’t see any babies sitting on their own…”

“That’s because she isn’t,” Hazel told her, her voice making Janet’s skin crawl, her legs kick slightly, trying to decide what she was going to do now, the fateful moment upon her. “See, she made a friend.”

They sauntered over, Janet blushing, staring down at the ground, her heart pounding, wondering how this was going to go, if Zella would be mad at her for losing her seat, even if, really, she was simply a few inches higher on it. “Hi, there,” Hazel said. “I hope our little Prissy hasn’t been too much trouble for you…”

Janet turned, looking at Bernice. She hadn’t had the chance to speak up, to make the choice about whether or not she should have Bernice tell them who she really was or not… It was too late now. She’d just been sitting there, bouncing on her knee, for so long, she could have brought it up at any time, so she knew it was her fault for being too embarrassed, but she’d hoped there would be more time.

“Prissy, huh?” she laughed. “That’s the perfect name for you, isn’t it? And no worries, she was trouble, of course, but it was worth it to see her like this…”

“Oh?” Hazel raised an eyebrow. “You know her?”

This was it! Janet should have known they’d end up at this place eventually, if she worked up the courage to discuss it beforehand with Bernice or not, and here it was… This might be it, the moment this whole thing ended, and she got to go back to her real self, and out of diapers… Though, honestly, that last part felt less likely, after all the accidents she’d been having… She might need them for a little while longer anyway, but she’d rather be able to start getting out of them now, instead of after Harrison’s return.

It hadn’t been that long… There couldn’t have been that much damage done… This day was drawing to a close, but she had all of Sunday to fix this… Thinking of it that way, however, made her shudder, recall that it hadn’t even taken a full day for Hazel to do this to her, to reduce her from a fully functioning adult to a helpless, diaper-filling toddler. Even if she got out of these diapers, and stopped having accidents, the knowledge of how close she must be to that already, to have fallen so far, so fast, was going to haunt her for a long time to come.

“Oh, yes,” Bernice answered. “I worked with Janet here for quite a while…”

And there it was. Janet had tried to make Hazel listen, to accept that she was Janet, not Prissy, and been denied every time… Now somebody else was calling her that. She’d have to listen now, have to acknowledge that she’d made a mistake… Wouldn’t she?

Zella paused, then started to grin, looking from Bernice to Janet, sitting there, sucking away at her pacifier, squirming nervously in her dirty diaper. Janet noticed it, wasn’t sure what it meant, what she was going to say. It did appear to throw her, however, if ever so slightly, her response taking an extra moment or two to start. Or was she drawing it out, making Janet wait longer to hear it? Janet wasn’t sure, though, by the time it started, she was on the edge of Bernice’s lap, wondering…

What was Hazel going to say?!

“Oh, you must be mistaken, Prissy here is obviously barely mature enough for school, much less work!”

Or, “I’m so sorry! I’m sure she was a handful… But, as you can see, we know just how to deal with little brats like Janet.”

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 23

Janet gasped, wincing as she saw a familiar face standing behind her, just as she’d feared. There was no doubt it was Bernice, looking surprisingly hot in a bikini, considering how conservatively she had tended to dress at the office, and what Janet could only assume was her adorable little daughter, wearing a cute, one-piece swimsuit. Janet had no idea how old the girl was, but it was much younger than her, and she definitely looked far more mature at the moment.

What was she going to do?! There was no way the woman hadn’t seen her diaper, since there was no way for her to keep it covered… Had she at least not noticed it was full?! She had a child, so she was probably used to looking for signs of usage, but it was so big and bulky, maybe it wasn’t obvious, even to her… Yet.

It likely didn’t help that Janet’s bladder was dribbling again, however, her anxiety over seeing a familiar face looming over her prompting it to continue letting go, making the inner layer of her diaper get heavier and wetter, starting to drip its way into the first soaker pad. If she didn’t stop, eventually, it would be obvious to everyone, no matter how little experience with babies they had… It was too bad, then, that she didn’t feel like she had any control of it.

What was she supposed to do?! As soon as she’d recognized her former co-worker, she’d ducked her head again, heart pounding while she tried to decide exactly that. Hopefully Bernice didn’t know who she was… But, if not, she was going to think she was some little kid who had gotten separated from her parents, and, considering how overly interested the woman had been in making sure everyone else got all of their work done on time, it seemed like a pretty fair bet that she wasn’t going to let her wander off by herself.

Maybe she’d get lucky, and, like Hazel and Kenzi, Bernice wouldn’t be able to tell it was her, somehow. Of course, she had seen Janet much more recently than the other girls… Just never in this position, down on her hands and knees, hugely diapered bottom up in the air. It had been a little while since Janet had lost her job, then gotten married to someone who made enough money she didn’t have to worry about finding another…. Perhaps she’d forgotten about Janet by now…

“Is everything okay?” Bernice asked gently. Janet ducked her head, feeling the woman’s gaze trying to get a better look at her face, nodded slightly. “Are you sure? What are you doing out here by yourself?”

Was it a mistake, trying to hide? It would be humiliating, letting the woman see it was her, if she didn’t already know, but… Maybe this was her way to make Hazel finally accept that she wasn’t Prissy. If she could get Bernice to talk to her, then this nightmare might be over… Although, given their history, she wasn’t sure she wanted Hazel to find out the truth while her old crony, Kenzi, was there…

“Where are your Mommy and Daddy?” Bernice continued, when Janet didn’t answer. “I’m sure they’re looking for you…”

Janet groaned quietly, indecisively. Was it worth revealing herself to Bernice, knowing she would almost definitely be telling the whole office about this on Monday, and hoping that, after she found out, she’d agree to help her with Zella? Janet had never liked Bernice much, and hadn’t made much of an effort to hide it… She hadn’t actually told the woman that, though, so maybe she hadn’t picked up on it?

“Sweetie?” Bernice began to kneel down, getting closer to Janet’s face, and making it that much harder for her to hide her identity, if that’s what she wanted. “Are your Mommy and Daddy here?”

Silently, Janet pointed off towards the side of the pool, hoping Bernice would let her go crawling back there on her own, apparently having made her choice in the midst of her panic over possibly getting recognized.

“Well, why are they letting you run around on your own?” Bernice shook her head. “I’m going to give them a piece of my mind… You could have fallen in the water and drowned, poor thing! Come on… Can you walk? I don’t want you to get your knees all bumped up, crawling around here.”

That would be more pleasant, so, without thinking, Janet nodded, rocked back to try to stand, only to lose her balance, thanks to the massive padding between her legs, tumbling back onto her bottom, which sank into the much in her diaper, making her blush, nursing harder on her pacifier, mortified to be in this position in front of Bernice.

“Here, let me help,” the woman smiled, offering a hand, Janet quickly looking down at the ground as she took it. She was carefully helped to her feet, her former co-worker keeping ahold of her, clearly realizing she needed help to walk, her daughter clinging to her other hand, staring curiously at their new companion.

Janet didn’t particularly like that, although she was at least able to take some comfort, knowing there was no way the girl would know who she was; if either of the two were going to look at her, she’d prefer it to be the younger. “You’re taller than I expected,” Bernice told her, probably the first time those words had ever been spoken to her. “Now, where did you say your parents were?”

Crap. Janet hadn’t thought it through this far… What was she going to do now?! Who knew what would happen if she let Bernice take her up to some random person… Maybe they’d play along and help her, or, more likely, they’d be confused, and perhaps a bit creeped out, whether they thought she was a child herself or not, having her claim she belonged to them. She had no idea where Kenzi and Hazel had gone off to, but that wasn’t going to be a much better option, either.

She’d been told to stay under her umbrella… Her sitters weren’t going to like it if she showed up wherever they were, not to mention that finding them would probably require waddling around most of the pool, letting even more people see her this way… Maybe she’d get out of trouble if she convinced Bernice to tell them who she was, but then Bernice would know, and she’d still be facing two of her former high school bullies in a very full diaper, that they had put her in, and hoping they’d be nice to her about it…

Why was she so stupid?! How had she let herself get into this mess?! She sucked on her paci, feeling like she was in another hopeless situation, the nervous drip opening up in her diaper again.

“They were over this way, right?” Bernice asked after a moment, waiting another second or two before deciding she was right, pulling Janet along with her.

And, just when Janet thought it couldn’t get any worse, the little girl spoke up. “Mommy,” she whined, “she’s stinky!”

“Melba,” Bernice scolded, as Janet’s eyes widened at being called out. She’d been worried about the girl’s mother noticing… Of course she would know, too, had probably spent even more time, more recently, around toddlers in need of a change, at daycare or whatever. And, if she was anything like her mom, she likely loved tattling on them, telling the caretakers when they had used their diapers. “That’s not very nice to say, is it?”

Was she going to luck out? Would Bernice let it go, thinking Melba meant it in a more general way? Or she could have already known, and was ignoring it already, to let Janet’s ‘parents’ deal with it.

“No, Mommy,” Melba pouted. “Her diapie!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Bernice glanced down at Janet. “It doesn’t look…”

Before Janet could react – not that there was much she could do – Bernice reached down, gave the rear of her diaper a pat… And paused, hand on the padding. Janet’s paci bobbed faster and faster, horrified, helplessly standing by as the hand drifted upwards, grabbed the waistband, and gave it a tug.

“I’m sorry, Melba,” Bernice told her, “You were right! And I’m sorry to you, too, sweetie… I didn’t realize! You’re diapered up so thick, I wasn’t able to tell… I’d offer to get you cleaned up, but Melba has been out of diapers for a while now, so I didn’t bring any. All the more reason for us to find your Momm…”

To Janet’s surprise, Bernice let go of her diaper, letting it snap back into place, turning her around, staring her right in the face, her expression suddenly changing, wiping away any hope Janet had that she wouldn’t be able to figure out who she was, thanks to her infantile attire. “Janet?” the other woman’s eyes widened, looking her up and down.

Janet wanted to shake her head, but it was obvious there was little point now. She sighed, nodding her head, going back to tugging at her tankini top, although there wasn’t much of a reason for that, either… Bernice had been getting a good view of her diaper for a while now, including the inside.

“Well,” Bernice blinked, a slow smirk building across her face, “is this what you’ve been doing since you were laid off?”

“N-No!” Janet finally spoke, though it was still muffled by the pacifier she hadn’t removed from her mouth, no longer having to worry her voice would tip the other woman off.

“Really?” Bernice asked. “It looks like you’re pretty comfortable with it… I’d heard you had gotten married, so I suppose you found someone who knew how to deal with you.” Janet’s stomach lurched, the words slamming into it like a brick. Did she think Janet deserved this?!

“You know her, Mommy?” Melba looked up at her.

“Yes, sweetie,” Bernice told her. “She used to work with Mommy.”

“What?” Melba giggled. “But she’s a baby!”

Janet blushed, hearing herself declared that by someone far closer to actually being one. “She is,” her mother agreed. “But she was pretending not to be. I don’t think she fooled many people, though… She was always being lazy, and making excuses for why she couldn’t get her work done on time…”

“That was none of your business!” Janet stomped her foot, glaring up at Bernice, all her frustrations at her from their time working together bubbling to the surface. “You weren’t a manager! You should have… Hey!”

Janet gasped as Bernice reached into her bag, pulling out her cell phone and snapping a picture. “I can’t wait to show this to everyone,” she said, admiring her handiwork. “I’m sure they’ll all be just as happy to see how things ended up for you…”

“No!” Janet shook her head. “Bernice, no!”

“Well, then,” the woman slid the phone back into her bag, “now that don’t have to worry about leaving a child on her own, wandering around by the pool, I have better things to do. It was very nice to see you, Janet.”

Janet watched Bernice walk away, in the other direction, taking her daughter – and the phone with the picture of Janet – with her. As much as Janet would have liked to sneak up on her, snatch the phone away, without her help, she wouldn’t even be able to walk… She’d have to try to catch up with her on her hands and knees, and then attempt to reach up and into the bag without being seen.

It wasn’t going to happen, plain and simple. Not that way, at least… Perhaps, if she went with them, however, and hung out long enough, she could convince Bernice to take mercy on her… Or, while Bernice was distracted with something else, she could grab the phone and toss it into the pool. There was nowhere for her to hide it, and no chance of her getting back to her umbrella without Bernice outrunning – or walking, really, since that was all she’d need to do – her so destroying the whole thing was probably her best bet.

Then again, she didn’t work there anymore… Did it actually matter what the people there thought of her? She didn’t like the thought of anyone seeing her this way, however, she’d already been paraded around with her diapers exposed through the store, and around the pool… Yes, the people at the office knew who she was, but there was likely just as much of a chance of her seeing them again, as there was of her seeing any of these other people who had seen her.

And, now that Bernice already knew, what would the harm be in having her convince Hazel and Kenzi of her true identity? It would be embarrassing, letting them know who they’d really been treating like a little kid, but it would hopefully get them to let her out of diapers, and put a stop to this… They probably wouldn’t let her live it down, though, with any luck, not in front of Harrison; Hazel wouldn’t want to admit what she’d done to her step-mother in front of her dad, right?

On the other hand, they’d already come this far… Would they bother to let her go now, or would they keep this going through the weekend anyway, for more of a shot at tormenting one of their favorite victims? If they knew who she was, it might make things even worse, if that was possible…

Maybe she should let Bernice go, be good, head back to her umbrella, wait for Zella and Kenzi, like she’d been told to do. She could make an effort to get the towel, or just accept her fate and let her diaper continue to show. After all, what did it really matter now? Except, when she looked over in that direction, she realized that, as she’d been gone, her spot had been claimed.

They looked old enough to be in college, or just about ready to start, and there was no need for them to be at the shallow end of the pool. She was definitely older than them… Not that she’d expect them to believe her if she told them that. If she was really lucky, they’d move on before her sitters returned, but, if not, they’d know she’d been naughty and left her post, at least for long enough to let it get claimed…

She looked back over at Bernice, knowing the woman was almost out of earshot already. She had to make up her mind now, or she’d lose sight of Bernice, and there was no way she could catch up if she didn’t call out for the other woman to make her slow down for her. Should she let her go? Should she go do whatever she had to do to get her umbrella back? Or would it be better to go to Bernice for help… Or to get to the phone?

What should Janet do?

Go after Bernice, and wait for a chance to grab her phone?

Have Bernice explain things to Hazel and Kenzi?

Ask for Bernice’s help in re-claiming her beach chair?

Try to get her beach chair back on her own?

Or go try to get a towel, and wait to see if the teenagers will leave before her babysitters return?

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 22

“Hmm…” Kenzi put a finger to her chin, pondering, while Janet swallowed and squirmed in her massive, messy diaper. What was she going to choose?! What were they going to be doing for the rest of the day?!

“I mean, it’s obvious, isn’t it?” Kenzi asked, almost as if she were reading the smaller woman’s mind. “We have these great new swimsuits, we have to go to the pool, duh!”

Janet’s cheeks began to heat up immediately, imagining going to the public pool now, wearing what she currently had on. There would be so many people there, looking hot and barely dressed, and then her, in a big diaper, like a baby. That was going to be humiliating…

On the other hand, there was no way she could be expected to go swimming in this outfit; the diaper was huge enough already, and it would only swell up more in an entire pool full of water, not to mention how unsanitary it would be for her to go in with her padding in its present state. She couldn’t point that out to Hazel, yet surely the girl would know anyway… Wouldn’t she? So, if they went to the pool, Janet was bound to get a change ahead of schedule after all. There was no way Kenzi had intended it, but the girl might have just helped her out.

“Of course!” Zella chuckled. “What was I thinking? I can’t wait to see you in your bikini again! You’re going to look so hot!”

She took Janet’s hand, pulling her away from the hand dryer, Kenzi opening the door for them, revealing the store beyond. The tiny sense of victory Janet had been feeling a moment earlier crumbled immediately, as she realized she still had to get to the pool before she got that change, which meant toddling her way to the exit, and across the parking lot, her diaper on full display.

She groaned softly into her pacifier, not daring make any more noise than that, weakly attempting to dig her heels in as Hazel tugged her forward. Janet had been constantly terrified, while they were in the bathroom, that someone would walk in on them. Thankfully, it had never happened… Now, however, she was paying for that momentary burst of good luck.

Everyone was seeing her now; there was no way to avoid it. The tankini top was nowhere near covering any bit of the double diaper, bulging around her waist, leaving no doubt about what it was, even to those not close enough to hear the crinkling, or smell her accident. Janet sucked harder and harder on the pacifier, concentrating on the motion, and the calm feeling it brought to her, if only for a split second at a time, until the reality of her situation sank back in.

If someone she knew saw her like this… And she might not know about it right away. They could take a picture, or could see one someone else – someone she didn’t know herself – took, and shared with them, and that could get to the rest of her friends and acquaintances, her boss, Harrison… This was so, so bad, yet all she could do was keep waddling along, trying to keep pace with Zella, face down and bright red as she watched the tile floor transition back to asphalt, taking her to somewhere even more dangerous and open.

“I’ll meet you girls there!” Kenzi promised, waving and heading to her own car.

“See ya in a minute!” Hazel called, making Janet wince, wishing they’d be quieter, to draw less attention to her. Instead, she removed the pacifier from Janet’s mouth, and ordered, “Don’t be rude… Tell your Auntie goodbye!”

If she’d been able to talk earlier, she might have begged Zella to stop, to take her back to the bathroom and give her some real clothes… Now, it was too late to bother with that, the relative safety of the restrooms just as far away as the car. That didn’t mean she wanted to say anything to Kenzi, however – anything that wouldn’t get her another spanking, anyway – and certainly not as loud as the other girls were shouting, potentially telling anyone that may have seen her, and assumed it couldn’t be who it looked like, their suspicions were right after all.

And yet, not doing what she was told had not done her any favors so far. “B-Bye, Auntie Kenzi,” she mumbled, reaching for the paci.

“Nuh-uh,” Zella shook her head, holding the pacifier out of Janet’s reach. “There’s no way she could hear that, Prissy! Do it properly!”

Kenzi hadn’t stopped, leaving even more distance between them, making the job harder with every passing second. Sighing, she shouted, “Bye, Auntie Kenzi!”, her stomach churning, shocked at her own volume. Kenzi turned, smiled, gave them a wave.

“Good girl,” Hazel patted her on the head, sliding the pacifier back between Janet’s lips. “I knew you could do it.”

Janet didn’t think she’d ever felt more relieved to see a car than when she finally spotted Zella’s. At least in there, someone would have to be driving right beside them, and intentionally looking in, to spot her diaper, although she felt less grateful about it after Zella had helped her inside, her bottom sinking into the mushy contents of her diaper once more.

The drive, and her protection from prying eyes, was far too short, Hazel pulling into the next parking lot in no time at all, digging into the shopping bag to pull out her bikini before opening Janet’s car door and getting her out, with no diapers, or changing supplies, in her hands.

It was okay, Janet reminded herself. They couldn’t possibly let her in the pool like this…

“It’s been so long!” Kenzi teased, popping out of her car to join them with a swat to Janet’s well-padded posterior. “Didja miss me, Prissy Poopypants?”

Janet blushed, but she could see Hazel watching her, so she nodded. The pool looked busy, although, once she saw who was there, she wasn’t quite as nervous as she had been at the store. There were a lot of teenagers, old enough to have brought themselves, which was actually a good sign… Sort of. They were old enough to make her nervous around them, to feel like they were going to make fun of her; at the same time, they were too young for her to have that big of a chance of knowing them.

Perhaps, if their parents had a relationship like her and Harrison, their stepmothers might have been in class with her back in high school, or she could work with them, but, luckily, their parents didn’t seem to be there, for the most part. Most of her co-workers had been around the same age as her, and there was no way any of them could have been the biological parents of any of the teens she saw heading in with her, Kenzi, and Zella.

Then again… They were the right age that it was possible she might have babysat them, at some point. It had been a while since she’d done any of that herself, so they would have been young, and hopefully wouldn’t remember her… If she recognized them, though, that would still be pretty embarrassing for her.

“Here,” Hazel gave Kenzi Janet’s hand. “Take her and start getting changed… I’ll rent us some towels.”

“Sure!” Kenzi grinned down at Janet, giving her hand a squeeze. “I’ll look after the little stinker!”

Janet didn’t really want to be left with Kenzi, but, as with most things, she didn’t have a choice. She toddled along beside Kenzi, into the shower room, where Kenzi lifted her up onto a small bench, giggling when she saw Janet’s nose wrinkle. “Aww, still not used to it?” she mocked. She pushed a hand into the other girl’s padded crotch, giving it a rub. “After today, I bet Zella’s never going to let you back into big girl panties again.”

She smirked, stripping down out of her clothes, not bothering to step into the nearest stall first. And why would she? As Janet had already seen, in the fitting room, she looked gorgeous, and it was hard not to stare, and feel rather inadequate as she sat there in her squishy diaper, looking, in comparison, like she belonged in them.

“Don’t feel bad,” Kenzi booped her on the nose. “I’m sure you’ll grow up… One day.” She grabbed her skirtini out of the shopping bag she’d brought in, sliding into it, then stepping into the shower to rinse off.

The rinse… That was perfect! Janet hadn’t known how long it was going to take before the girls realized their mistake, that they were going to have to let her out of this diaper after all, despite the threat of keeping her in it all day, but she’d been afraid it wouldn’t happen until they were poolside, potentially tempting them to change her there… She’d forgotten all about having to rinse off before going in the pool, however. As soon as she was in the shower, they’d see her diapers swelling up, and know they’d thwarted their own plan.

By the time Kenzi was finished, Hazel was walking in, setting a stack of fluffy towels down next to Janet on the bench, getting into her own swimsuit. Janet couldn’t help reaching over, feeling the warmth of the towels, fresh out of the dryer, giving her a little comfort as she sat there, watching the teens going through, hoping they didn’t spot her there, waiting for her babysitters to usher her into the shower.

But it never happened. Zella finished up, picked up the towels and slung them over her shoulder, then took Janet’s hand, leading her back out of the shower room, Janet silently pointing back at the empty booths, trying to remind the girl of what she was forgetting without breaking the rules about her paci. It didn’t work, though, and a few moments later, they were standing in front of a hot, young lifeguard, blocking their entrance into the pool area, Janet blushing and looking away to try to avoid his gaze, while also doing her best to resist the urge to stare at his shirtless form.

“She’s going to need to rinse off, too,” he informed the other girls, not seeming to question that Janet was anything more than a somewhat overgrown toddler. “And she’ll have to wear a swim diaper.”

Janet’s cheeks darkened, hearing the last word come out of his mouth, in reference to her, no matter how obvious it was about what she was already wearing. “Oh, no,” Zella giggled, shaking her head. “You don’t have to worry… Little Prissy here doesn’t know how to swim, so she’s not getting in the pool. She’s just going to sit and relax in a pool chair while we cool off. It’ll be okay… We’ll keep a close eye on her.”

Was she serious?! She’d made Janet come to the pool, and now she wasn’t even going to let her swim?! Janet groaned behind her paci, her free hand balling into a frustrated fist as she watched Hazel flirting with the lifeguard. Sure enough, looking at the towels over her stepdaughter’s shoulder, she could see now that there were only two.

“Believe me,” Kenzi added, “you don’t want her in any thinner a diaper than this, or you’ll have a much bigger mess to clean up.”

“All right,” the lifeguard caved. “But she can’t get anywhere near the water.”

“She won’t,” Zella nodded. “We’d have to be very bad babysitters to let that happen!”

“And we aren’t,” Kenzi smirked. “Well… Not like that, anyway.” She gave the lifeguard a wink as they headed in, Janet still flabbergasted at this turn of events.

“Oh, don’t look so pouty,” Hazel told her, guiding her around the pool. “You never knew how to swim while I was looking after you… I doubt you’ve learned since then.” Janet didn’t care about playing into this idea that she really was Prissy, just nodded, trying to force Zella’s hand, make her get her out of this diaper. A swim diaper would be humiliating, yet still far better, and, if she had that on, she could get in the pool, and the water would help hide it.

“After everything else you’ve fibbed about, I don’t think I can take your word for that,” Hazel shrugged. “There we go!”

Janet’s eyes widened as she saw the chair Zella was talking about, off towards the shallow end of the pool. The smaller kids were playing there, mostly splashing around… Unlike the teens, these children were far too young to be there without parents, and still little enough that it was very possible they could belong to someone she knew.

Hazel plopped Janet down in a beach chair, slinging the towels over the fence behind it, then slathering her charge with sunscreen. “You are to stay right here,” she ordered. “But, even though you’re under a little umbrella, it’s always a good idea to be careful.”

Janet didn’t have much of an option anyway… She hadn’t gotten out of the diaper after all, so she couldn’t walk without help, was stuck there in the chair once the girls had finished putting sunscreen on each other, leaving here there, alone. She groaned, tugging at the hem of her tankini top, wondering how long this was going to go on, how long she’d have to sit here, on display, with nothing to hide her diaper…

Of course, there were the towels… She turned, looking back at them. They were high enough on the fence that she knew she wouldn’t be able to reach them on her hands on knees, which was the only way she’d be able to get over there… They were also on a fence, though, and she could use that for support. Maybe, if she leaned on it, she’d be able to get high enough to pull one down, and at least cover up.

To do that, however, she’d have to go against her orders. It didn’t seem like her sitters were paying any attention to the promise they’d made to the lifeguard to keep an eye on her, since she didn’t see them anywhere, but maybe this was a test, a trick, and they were waiting to pounce… More likely, though, they just wanted to have fun on their own, and leave her to wallow in her shame.

She blushed as she spotted a kid staring at her, trying again to force her tankini to grow the several inches it would take to even reach her diaper, much less cover it. They’d know she broke the rules when they saw her with a towel, but it would be worth it… And, by the time they returned, they’d probably be ready to go home, and would maybe wait to punish her until they got there.

She swung her legs out, making an attempt to stand up, to see if, somehow, her diaper had shrunk, or her legs had gotten used to the bulk, but, within a few moments, she had tumbled back down onto her bottom, nose crinkled. Resigned, she slid out of the chair, onto her hands and knees, crawling back towards the fence, massively padded backside swaying back and forth, her eyes on the prize…

“Hey, there, cutie,” a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. “Do you need some help?”

No way, Janet thought, feeling her diaper growing warmer as she froze there, horrified. It couldn’t possibly be them… Could it?! Hesitantly, she slowly turned back towards them, not wanting confirmation, but knowing there was no escaping this, praying they didn’t recognize her…

Who was behind her?

One of her former co-workers, there with her child?

A teenager, one of her former babysitting charges?

Or another member of Hazel’s old clique?

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 21

She couldn’t help herself; no matter how much she wanted to be a good girl, do what Hazel told her, avoid any complications, or punishments, they had gone too far this time.

“No!” she stomped her foot, feeling her face grow red for what may have been the hundredth time that day, but this time from anger, not shame. Mostly, anyway… What had happened was still embarrassing, and being left that way, expected to simply walk around, diaper still full from the mess she’d made, was even more so, though it was having a hard time competing with her rage in the moment.

“No?” Zella raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you have to say to Auntie Kenzi? Just no?”

Was Hazel egging her on? Did she know what was going to happen, and want to encourage Janet to go off? That was worrying, like she was walking into a trap… But it was already too late to stop herself.

“No!” Janet repeated. “I’m not going to thank her! She didn’t even actually change me! I want a new diaper, right now!” Janet knew her voice was getting out of control, that it was possible anyone outside the bathroom might overhear her, but she couldn’t force it to be quieter when she was so mad.

“Such a demanding little baby,” Hazel shook her head, stepping closer to the smaller woman.

“She can’t just leave me like this!” Janet insisted.

“She can, and will, do whatever she wants with you,” Zella countered. “And do you know why? Because you are a silly, helpless, little girl, and she is a grown-up.”

“I just want a clean diaper!” Janet’s hands curled into fists, her feet stamping at the tile floor again. “That’s all!” That was, Janet thought, the very least she could have expected from a diaper change.

Zella suddenly reached out and grabbed her, Janet cringing and flinching, her bravado dimmed somewhat as she wet herself slightly, scared of the consequences of her actions. Hazel spun her around, making her look at Kenzi, standing there, smirking, as she hooked a finger into the rear waistband of her diaper, tugging it outwards, peering inside.

“You’re right,” she agreed. “That definitely isn’t clean. You made quite the mess, didn’t you?”

Janet blushed. “Y-Yes,” she admitted. “A-And if you don’t change me, I’ll get a rash!” That would be mortifying… Even after the weekend was over, being stuck with an itchy bottom, squirming around, having to come up with excuses anytime someone asked what was wrong, for however long those things lasted…

“Oh, you will?” Zella crossed her arms. “Aren’t you the same girl who didn’t want to let me use baby powder on her, because she wasn’t going to get a rash?”

That had been so long ago… Less than a day, but, considering everything that had happened since, it might as well have been a year. She’d used a diaper already then, yet pooping in one was a whole different story, made the threat feel so much more real. “W-Well, I don’t want to risk it,” she mumbled.

“Don’t you worry,” Hazel let go of the diaper, letting it snap back into place, then giving the rear of the diaper a hard swat, the double layer of padding taking away most of the sting, but not all, leaving Janet squirming and pouting as she was taken by the shoulder, turned back around to face her step-daughter. “If you do get a rash, I’ll take care of it.”

“No!” Janet fumed. That wasn’t good enough! She didn’t want to get one in the first place, didn’t want to spend another second in this gross, stinky diaper!

“Here we are,” Zella shook her head with a sigh. “Back to ‘no’… I guess I should have known not to expect any deeper argument than that from you.” She held her hand out, signaling the end of the conversation, and that she was ready to get going. When Janet didn’t loosen her hands out of the fists they had become, or raise them to take Hazel’s, the bigger girl reached down, snatching for her wrist.

Janet wasn’t certain what to do, how to get out of this. Kenzi was right behind her – not that there was anywhere she could escape further into the bathroom, anyway – and she had no hope of ducking around Hazel and getting to the door. Even if she did, that was the exact thing she was trying to avoid… Overwhelmed and upset, she did the only thing her brain could think of in the moment and sat down.

It was, obviously, a mistake, her bottom sinking once more into the squishy filth, the other girls seeming to grow taller still, towering over her, making it clear who was in charge here. “Prissy, I’m starting to lose my patience, little lady,” Hazel sighed, closing her eyes briefly. “Get up off that dirty floor right now.”

“I won’t!” Janet glared up at her with determination. Zella grabbed at her wrist again, and, Janet tried to dodge it by leaning away, the giant bulk around her waist making it harder than she expected, ending with her falling onto her back.

“Priscilla!” Hazel snapped. “Don’t you dare!”

She tried, yet again, to get ahold of the girl, and, with nowhere else to run, Janet did the only other thing she could to stop that from happening by moving her arms, flailing them against the cool, tile floor, her feet starting to kick as well, almost instinctively. “This isn’t fair!” she wailed. “I’m not going out, I’m not! I want a change, right now!”

She was, she realized too late, throwing a tantrum. A classic, toddler-style, tantrum, right there in public, where anyone could walk into the bathroom and hear her, and, no doubt, which they could no doubt quite plainly already do outside. By the time it occurred to her how childish it was, there was nothing she could do about it, no way to stop the momentum as she let out all of her frustrations from the past day.

Finally, she’d worn herself out, lying there, trying to catch her breath, staring up at the two younger girls, blushing when she saw the phone in Kenzi’s hand, recording the whole thing. “Well, then,” Hazel said, lips pursed, “are you finished?”

Janet nodded tiredly, letting Zella help her to her feet, a small smile of triumph crossing her face when she was led not out the door into the store, but back towards the stall yet again. It had worked… She wasn’t sure how to feel about that, if she should be proud that she’d gotten her way thanks to a tantrum; getting out of this dirty diaper was certainly a victory, though.

Except, that wasn’t what happened. “H-Hey,” she frowned as Zella sat down on the toilet instead of unfolding the changing table from the wall. “Wh-What are..?” Hazel yanked her over her lap, Janet squeaking and squirming as she felt the upper layer of her diaper being slid downwards. “N-No!” she tried again, but she already knew that, this time, it wasn’t going to work. She didn’t have the strength to go all out, and, even if she had, she was in a far more vulnerable position now.

To add a cherry to this sundae of humiliation, Hazel had left the stall door open, allowing Kenzi to saunter over, leering in at her with that accursed phone, to witness the whole thing. “I-I’m sorry, Zella!” Janet whimpered, trying to wriggle free of the larger girl’s grip. “I-I won’t do it again!”

“I know you won’t,” Hazel told her, her hand pressing against the mushy seat of Janet’s diaper, starting to rub as the girl blushed and squealed helplessly. “I only wish there was time for us to go buy a hairbrush, but little babies like you need to feel the consequences for their actions right away, or they won’t know what to associate the pain with.”

And there was definitely pain. Janet opened her mouth to apologize, her words cut off by a wordless howl of pain as the punishment began, Zella pulling no punches as she delivered swat after swat to Janet’s backside, still sore from the day before, and growing even messier than spending all that time sitting on the bench in the fitting room had made it as the stinky mass was spread across all of it, ensuring there was no escaping the feeling of it, or the fresh throbbing setting in from this newest spanking.

Janet was a bawling mess almost as soon as it started, and only went downhill from there. By the time it was over, and Zella was lifting her down, setting her on her feet in front of Kenzi, she would have done anything to make it stop. “All right, Prissy,” Hazel said. “Let’s try this again. What do you have to say to your Auntie Kenzi?”

Janet looked up at Kenzi, and her phone, then down at herself, at the messy diaper around her waist, and the clean one around her ankles, hoping that video stayed with the girl, and never went any further. Whether it did or not, though, was completely out of her control, just like seemingly everything else that was happening this weekend. “Th-Thank you, Auntie Kenzi,” she sniffed.

“You’re very welcome,” Kenzi grinned, reaching over to pat her on the head.

It was a relief when Hazel slid the pacifier into her mouth, a comfort to feel its presence there, between her lips, letting her calm down. “I don’t want to hear a peep out of you until I, or Kenzi, takes that out. Not one sound. Do you understand?”

Janet began to answer, then nodded her head silently instead. She stayed silent while she watched Hazel rustle through the shopping bags, extracting two more soakers, adding them to the already massive combination of padding before tugging the outer diaper back up. Janet did let out an involuntary squeal, feeling her thighs being pushed apart by the bulk, but, thankfully, Hazel either didn’t hear it past her paci, or didn’t count it as a ‘peep’.

“This,” Hazel told her, “is staying on for the rest of the day now.”

Janet nibbled on the pacifier, thoughts of diaper rash swimming through her mind, but she quietly nodded again anyway. It wasn’t a question, or a request, she just wanted to let it be known that she understood.

“Good,” Zella brushed past her, out of the stall. “Let’s go wash our hands and get out of here.”

Janet watched her go, and tried to follow, but the extra padding was – in her mind, anyway – too far. She tried to lift her foot, to take a step, only to feel off balance and immediately put it back down, terrified she would fall if she took a step. “Prissy,” Hazel turned back, rolling her eyes when she saw she hadn’t left the stall. “Seriously?”

Janet tried again, but she didn’t trust herself, didn’t think she could do it. She whimper, eyes filling with tears, afraid Hazel would be mad at her, might spank her again, unable to speak to explain…

“Here,” Kenzi chuckled, finally lowering her phone and offering her hand. “Need some help?”

After what she’d done, and what that had led to, Janet didn’t like having to depend on her, though, if her options were that, or incurring Zella’s wrath, it wasn’t really a choice. Sulkily, she took the girl’s hand, toddling along beside her, that extra support just enough to keep her from taking a tumble as they made their way to the sink.

“Well, then,” Hazel said, once they were there, Kenzi lifting Janet’s hand up to the soap dispenser and pressing out a squirt for her, “Now that we’re done with that… I guess it should be up to you, Kenzi. You had to put up with all this, after all. So… What do you want to do?”

Janet looked over at Kenzi, silenced by her pacifier, unable to say anything, or affect the girl’s decision in any way. What would she pick for their next stop?

“You mentioned ice cream earlier, didn’t you? Prissy might not deserve any, but I’d love some!”

“We have these great new swimsuits, we have to go to the pool, duh!”

“Maybe we should just go relax at home… Prissy has had a long day already.”

 

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