The Bully

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Easter Dress

“Oh, no!” Jill exclaimed. “I’m so sorry! Here, let me get you some napkins!”

Elyse blushed, feeling a flash of anger, though it was more at herself than her friend. “No, there’s nothing to apologize for,” she sighed, staring down at her brand new dress, the one she’d spent so much money on, now covered in coffee. “I’m the one who can’t drink, apparently…”

She gladly took the napkins, but they did very little good, just as she’d feared. It was a gorgeous dress, so mature, so delicate… She should have known better than to wear it here anyway. They were going to be outside for most of the day, and she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to get any grass or dirt stains off of it, either, if she happened to fall or sit down for any reason. Still… It was Easter, and this was the dress she’d bought for that occasion, so she hadn’t been able to resist.

After a minute or two of useless dabbing at the stain, which, if anything, seemed to be soaking deeper, she gave in with a groan. “Ugh… This sucks. Easter was so much better when we were kids. We didn’t have to think about how much our dresses cost, so we could just run around and do whatever we wanted in them and not think any better of it…”

Jill chuckled at that. “Maybe you did… My mom was always reminding me how expensive my dress was and making me come stand by her if I got too rowdy.”

Elyse always forgot about how different their upbringings were… Her mother probably would have done the same, except that Easter was one of the few days the nanny had off, so either she didn’t want to be seen as too strict, or she didn’t know how to deal with children herself, and usually just let Elyse do what she liked. It wasn’t as if Elyse was going to wear her Easter dress again… It was for Easter, after all, and she had plenty of other fancy, less gaudy, dresses to wear, so afterwards it would have languished in her wardrobe until she no longer fit in it, or simply needed the space in her closet, and her nanny donated it to some charity.

Jill, on the other hand, had grown up far poorer, her parents generally using Easter as an excuse to get her something nice she could wear for the rest of the year, or beyond if she didn’t outgrow it. Elyse understood that, on a conceptual level… At that point, though, it was really just a dress, so calling it specifically an Easter dress didn’t make sense.

If this dress was ruined, as she suspected, it would be annoying, but not the end of the world. As much as her mother talked about wanting her to stand on her own two feet, make her own way, if Elyse sniffled and batted her eyes enough, she knew her mom would buy her another one, or give her back the money she’d paid for it. She probably could have done the same even if she hadn’t spilled anything, and her mother never would have bothered to check, or known one way or the other if it was true.

The only real problem, of course, was that she couldn’t go out with her dress like this. “Do I have time to go home and change?” she asked, peering at the clock uncertainly.

“No way,” Jill told her. “Not if we want to get there in time.”

It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, really… It was silly anyway, just a half-baked idea Jill had come up with. Even so, Elyse had to admit she was pretty into it now. “Obviously we do,” she rolled her eyes. “If we’re late, they’ll have already started, and there won’t be as many eggs to find!”

“Well, we don’t have time to put that in the washer, either,” Jill mused.

“Please,” Elyse scoffed. “It’s dry-clean only.”

“I could see what I have that might fit you,” Jill suggested. That seemed to be the only option, but it was also a long shot, given how much bigger than Elyse she was. Most anything she had would swallow the petite young woman… With no other choice, however, Elyse followed her to her bedroom, standing behind her as she opened up her closet and began to rifle through it, pushing aside anything with a long skirt that would definitely trip Elyse up, or a low-cut top that would droop too much on her flatter chest…

“Oh, look at this!” Jill squealed, as Elyse was starting to lose hope. “I think this is the perfect size!”

Elyse’s eyes widened as she watched Jill pull the dress out, her cheeks turning as pink as the garment itself. “What is that?!” she wrinkled her nose in disgust, shocked that Jill would have such a thing. It looked like something meant for a four year old, covered in frills and lace and ribbons. It even came with its own apron and, worse yet, bonnet.

“I forgot I’d kept this!” Jill said. “It’s one of my old Easter dresses!”

That did make a little more sense… At least, in that case, Jill probably hadn’t picked it out herself. “How old were you when you got this?” Elyse asked, the size of it seeming far too big for the incredibly immature sizing… Or did she think that because she didn’t want to believe she was that much smaller than Jill, that she was the same size she’d been when this would have been an appropriate clothing choice for her?

“Mom liked me in the cutesy stuff,” Jill shrugged, shoving it towards Elyse, who backed away. “Come on… This is the only thing I have that’s going to work.”

“B-But…” Elyse pouted, peeking back into the closet. There were other clothes in there that would fit her, of course… Nothing that was appropriate for an Easter egg hunt, however. “Fine,” she sighed, giving in, snatching it out of her friend’s hand and taking it to the bathroom in a huff to change.

The Exchange Student – Chapter 24

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I do!” Anna insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Should Anna…

…Stay and let Kiki take her to her classroom?

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

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

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

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The Exchange Student – Chapter 23

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-Yeah,” Anna nodded. “S-Sorry….”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Should Anna take…

…Her regular backpack?

…Or the plastic backpack?

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The Exchange Student – Chapter 22

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I can wait,” Anna told her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Should Anna say…

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

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

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

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

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I’m sorry to have to make this post, but I’m just not sure what else to do.

As I’ve posted on here before, and as I assume is pretty public knowledge by now, Patreon semi-recently banned all AB/DL content on their site without ever really coming out and saying that was what they were doing. As a response, I opened up my SubscribeStar page, which I was lucky enough to get approved in a timely fashion, unlike many.

Unfortunately, the timing on this wound up being very bad for me. I assumed that it would take a little time to rebuild my audience, which I thought would be fine, but then, in January, I had a health emergency that I was not at all prepared for, not least of all because I stupidly didn’t have any health insurance.

That was obviously my bad, and something I should have been prepared for. I had been making enough off of Patreon that, along with a part-time job, I was doing all right for myself. With this job being what it is, and my other being part-time, I didn’t have health insurance easily/cheaply available to me, which wasn’t an issue… until I needed it.

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The Exchange Student – Chapter 21

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Should Anna…

…Trust that Mrs. Florez won’t notice?

…Try to mess her diaper naturally before bedtime?

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

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