Bullies -- (Author) ABAlex2

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Feb 19, 2021 at 2:37 AM
Content: Rebecca set her bag down upon the bed. Her bed now. At least, for the next semester.

The choice to live on campus for her second year wasn't one easily made. Her parents had offered to let her stay in her old bedroom, and it wasn't that long a commute. But... she needed her freedom. There was a time in everyone's life when they needed to go out into the world to figure out for themselves who they are, and you didn't do that by living forever in your childhood bedroom. She couldn't be act like a kid forever.

She sighed. Some might argue that last part for certain things. Despite what she wanted, some things wouldn't change. Other things, however, needed to change right now. She opened the bag and dug to the bottom. She felt around with her eyes closed until she landed on the familiar plastic feel. She pulled out the thick, white diaper and looked around her room. She could try going to the bathroom to change, but then she risked being seen. Changing here, however, meant finding a place to store a soaked diaper until she could take her trash out. She sighed, thanked god she managed to get an individual room and put a bag inside the sealing garbage can she had picked out specifically for this. She took hers off, wrapped it in an extra plastic bag, and shoved it in. She re-diapered herself and pulled her skirt down over it.

She looked in the mirror and frowned. It wasn't too obvious but... her bottom definitely stuck out. She sashayed back and forth, and the sound of crinkling plastic came through. She told herself it was more obvious because she knew it was there, and realistically no one would be able to tell unless they were looking for it, but it was hard to convince herself.

She opened her bag further and took out the bag of diapers. There were twenty of them, each thick, plastic, and unmistakable for what they were. At least they weren't the printed kind- she still remembered with horror when her parents presented her with a pink bunny covered diaper for a "fun change." She wrapped the bag in a blanket, shoved it in a suitcase, and looked around her room. Finally she hid it in her closet and sighed. The brand was far from what she would have wanted. She had considered just stocking up on the underwear like pull ups she wore at home, but even back then she rarely tried wearing them outside the house, or anywhere she'd be far from a bathroom. The next were a bit thicker but still paper backed and quiet. She'd wear them when she'd be out but knew she could change quickly.

That had been harder to give up, but in the end it was also still wishful thinking. With hour long classes and even longer tests, not to mention walking all over the campus without a private bathroom, it was too much of a risk. On top of that, a leaking diaper in public was far worse then plastic underwear. So, here she was.

She thought for a moment, then reached back into the bag and took a spare diaper out. She figured she should probably bring a spare around, just in case. The campus was large, and she couldn't always be sure to make it back in time. She then reached into her "regular" underwear drawer, took out a pair of briefs, and pulled them up her legs. It always made her feel more comfortable to have something extra in case her skirt ran up, and it helped keep the crinkle sound down.

Someone knocked at the door. Before she could answer, a smoothed skin, perfectly formed face, flanked by long, bleached hair, poked inside.

"Eeep!" Rebecca said. Thinking quickly, she let her skirt drop back down and threw her her blanket over her bed.

"You a bit of a scaredy cat?" the head asked. It was Matilda, an annoying cheerleader who shared some of Rebecca's classes. "What are you hiding?"

"None of your business!" Rebecca said. "I mean, nothing. What do you want?"

"Just letting you know there is a party tonight," she said.

"Oh, I uhhh..." it was tempting, but it was also a Wednesday night. "I really should study. I have a morning class."

Matilda laughed. "Oh, the party is for cheerleaders only, silly. Just letting you know in case it got too loud." She slammed the door behind her as she left.

Rebecca grumbled to herself. Of course there was no reason for her to mention it, Rebecca was sure the cheerleader just wanted her to know she wasn't invited. She packed and headed to class.

The red-headed girl walked through the hallways. She kept telling herself the sound of her diaper crinkling was not as loud as it seemed. It was something she knew was true, but had still been a source of anxiety for years. Now, with the unfortunate choice of the extra thick diapers, and the close call, it was all she could think about.

"Hello again Rebby!" Matilda said, coming beside her.

Rebecca jumped, startled at her sudden appearance. "My your jumpy today Rebby. Or do you prefer Becca?"

"I prefer Rebecca," she said.

"Whatever you want Becca. Sorry about our little run in earlier, I hope I didn't sound like I was making fun of you." She was dressed in a tank top and short skirt, in direct contrast to Rebecca's sweater and long, plaid skirt.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Not at all."

"Its just, you know, only for cheerleaders. And their boyfriends. And some of their friends. And a few other people. But its ok, you got your own thing going. Love your long skirts and frumpy clothes! Its cute, like a schoolgirl, and I suppose you have to dress according to your build."

"Wow, thanks. Yes, your tiny skirts just shout "maturity."

A girl they were passing giggled. She had long black hair and short black dress, and hit her smile behind her hand. She winked at Rebecca as they passed.

Matilda made a face as she was laughed at, then put on a fake smile and wrapped an arm around Rebecca stomach and pulled her in close. Rebecca kept walking but froze from the waist up. Where she was, Matilda's hand was dangerously close to her...

She reached down and moved Matilda's arm away. "Sorry would you mind not doing that?"

"Awww. I would mind not doing that, actually. I'm just trying to get close with my new friend." She put a hand around her waist again, this time lower.

Rebecca looked at the arm nervously. She considered pushing it away again, but that would probably only encourage Matilda, and she didn't want to risk her trying again and ending up right smack in the wrong place.

"I think that's close enough!" Rebecca said, wiping her hand away.

Matilde smiled. "Wow! Feisty! You go girl!" she said, and smacked Rebecca on the bottom.

There was a moment after the thud where neither spoke. Rebecca stared straight forward, and Matilda looked at her.

"What was that?" Matilda asked.

"What was what?" Rebecca said.

"That sound."

"Probably a bird."

"No the thud."

"Hit a tree."

"Then there was a crinkling sound."

"A plastic tree."

"Awww that's a cute joke sweetie. Such a clever girl!"

Rebecca pointed a finger at her. "Hey! Don't talk to me that..."

She stopped as Matilda hooked a finger under her skirt and lifted.

"HEY! Don't... Errr!" She said, pushing her skirt down.

"Sorry, what was that little girl?" Matilda asked. She stepped a bit closer and put her hand back on Rebecca's skirt. She looked straight into her eyes and gave a mocking smile. "I gave you a compliment. What do you say, little girl?"

"Ah..." Rebecca paused. It was only a second of contact, she wouldn't necessarily have seen anything. Then again, she might have already seen something from when she barged into her door and been suspicious.

Rebecca shook her head. She was trying to think of a way out of it, but realistically she was beaten. Matilda had been teasing her before, but in an entirely different way. She must know. "Thank you for the compliment."

"Good girl. Well have a good day! I'll see you in the afternoon class!" Matilda said, and ruffled Rebecca's hair, then hopped away in the other direction.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Feb 22, 2021 at 3:01 AM
Content: "Uggg..." Rebecca put her head in her hand. She had almost forgotten that she shared her afternoon history class with Matilda. She clutched her books to her chest and walked with her head down, embarrassed.

The building she was heading to was the Humanities Center. A hulking, three story building of stone and cement shaped into a multiple levels, with a glass pyramid on top. Statues and art work filled its yards and halls. However, she couldn't notice any of it in her frame of mind. She opened the door and went in, and felt like all eyes were on her. She felt like her legs were being pushed apart far more then usual, and she tried not to waddle. Normally she was used to the sound of her plastic underwear rustling, but now it sounded far louder and echoed in the hallway.

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It was afternoon, and Rebecca was moping as she paced toward her next class. She stopped and pretended to look at some flowers she would only be delaying the inevitable. Eventually she'd either run into Matilda in the halls, or have to go back to class. She sighed and walked toward class.

A few minutes later, she shuddered, and pushed the door into the half full class.

"Rebecca! Come sit with us!" Matilda said, patting a chair beside her.

She was sitting in in a few rows of her friends. Rebecca already felt out of place looking at all the short skirts and tight clothes. They whispered after Matilda called her over, until she said "No I think shes very cute and sweet. Come little sweetie!"

"I'm..." Rebecca looked at the group, then back down toward the front where she normally sat. "I don't think..."

"Oh why? Are you hiding something?" Matilda said.

Rebecca groaned inwardly and walked toward it. She felt extra self conscious as she shuffled behind the row of seats, bottom directly in front of all the other students.

She ended up right beside Matilda and three of her best friends. They were all like her- all on the cheerleader crew, long haired and attractive, and always wearing tight clothes to show off. They all cared more about picking up guys then studying, were more like to be at a party the at the library. In summary, they were all the people Rebecca liked to avoid. Right now, she was smack in the middle of them, and they were all giggling while looking at her.

"Awww thanks for joining us sweetie," one of her friend said.

Rebecca ignored her, but Matilda tapped her on the shoulder. "Ah ah ah, don't be rude sweetie. You're friend gave you a compliment. What do you say?"

"You're welcome," Rebecca grumbled.

"Good girl. Isn't she such a good girl? Always working so hard!" Matilda said.

"Yes and she's so cute too!" one of the others said. Rebecca made a note to try to learn their names.

Rebecca sat with her head down as they teased her. So Matilda had told them. What's more, they all planned to use the knowledge against her. This was turning out to be worse and worse.

She hoped they were the only ones Matilda had told. Knowing Matilda, she'd rather have the leverage of the knowledge then spread it right away. Still, that was four people who knew her secret. Rebecca wished she could disappear.

The professor, a middle aged woman in a sweater and skirt, came into the room. She walked to the front and wrote "Professor Tweedelbow." Most of the class hushed, but the four girls around Rebecca kept teasing.

"Alright welcome to Psychology 201. Due to budget cuts we will also be discussing skin disorders. This is the class you can use to annoy your friends and family with unlicensed diagnoses. I'm professor Tweedelbow..."

"Excuse me miss, the sheet says you are just an assistant professor."

The professor glared at the student who spoke up. "Anyone who knows me knows that I do not tolerate interruptions. Once more and I'll be docking a mark for this class. Now for today's class on body dysmorphia and hypertrichosis, please turn to page 394..."

Rebecca flipped through her text book and tried to ignore the girls beside her.

"Shh, did you hear something?" Matilda asked.

"No what?" one of her friends responded.

"It sounded like plastic crinkling."

Rebecca blushed.

"Did you hear that Rebecca?"

She shook hear head.

"Say is it just me or are you sitting a bit higher off the chair then normal? And why do you spread your legs so wide?"

Rebecca tried to pay attention to the lecture and ignore her, but her friends came in.

"Now that you mention it it does seem odd, and all the crinkling sounds are coming from her too. I wonder why?"

"Say do you hear that now? Its like a weird hissing noises, and some other sounds too. You know anything about that Rebecca?"

Rebecca shook her head. And kept reading. The professor was going droning on about example cases of different disorders. She was hard to listen to as it was, and now there was even more distraction.

Matilda pretended to sniff into the air. "Say, Rebecca do you smell something? It smells like a dirty..."

"No I do not!" Rebecca hissed under her breath.

"EXCUSE ME!" Professor Tweedelbow said. "Whose that speaking in the back?"

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Feb 26, 2021 at 11:46 PM
Content: "Oh its Rebecca," Matilda said, pointing at her. Rebecca looked up and gasped.

"Always Rebecca. We tried to tell her to stop but she's so social," the cheerleader to her right said.

"Isn't that right Rebecca? You just have such a hard time keeping things to yourself, right?"

"Is that true Rebecca?" the professor asked.

Rebecca looked back and forth between them, then at the professor. "Yes Ma'am," she said.

"Well then that is a mark off for you today. Try to stay quiet next time."

The others giggled as Rebecca stewed in her anger. Thankfully they remained quiet until the class had ended. Rebecca got up immediately and power walked out of the class room before the cheerleaders could say anything more.

She wanted a moment of privacy. After her first year of university here, she had learned where the quiet spots were, and where she could expect more traffic. The closest bathroom was just down the hall, but that would probably be full of people after class. She opened a side doorway and ran up two flights of stairs then walked toward an almost always vacant bathroom.

She leaned on a sink, panting. She looked up at herself in the mirror. She felt like it was written on her face somehow, or visible in her eyes. Every day she tried to get from class to class normally, back straight, smiling at people, and every day the temptation to hide and stare at the ground was there. Now it was coming back as hard as ever. She looked down into the sink.

She felt something behind her, then heard a click. She looked up and screamed.

Matilda was standing behind her, smiling, with her phone out. It took Rebecca a moment to figure out what would happened. She pushed her skirt down, turned around and faced her.

"How did you.. why did you..." of course she knew what had happened. Matilda had snuck in behind her, lifted her skirt, and...

She turned her phone so Rebecca could see. There, plain as day, was a picture of Rebecca bent over with her diaper plainly visible. Rebecca stopped talking. "Being on the cheerleader team has made me nice and light on my feed. Don't be upset about it diaper girl, I could sneak up on anyone if I wanted."

"But that... that doesn't..." it didn't make much sense at all. Why hadn't she heard the door open and close? Normally she was much more aware, she always had to be since an early age.

Matilda turned the phone back to herself. "Don't worry little baby, I'm not going to be spreading the picture of your adorable widdle diapie-wipies around. Might show them to some friends who you met, but that's it. I just like having pictures of your cute bum in pampers to look at whenever I want."

"THEY AREN"T PAMPERS! THEY ARE MEGAMAXES!"

Matilda smiled. "Megamaxes. Good to know when I need more. Do they make those cute printed ones you sometimes see on tic toc, or is that another brand?"

Rebecca glared at her and tried to grab the phone. Matilda held it away and waggled a finger at her.

"Ah ah ah, I wouldn't try that you naughty baby," Matilda said, and held her thumb over the messanger button. Rebecca's eyes went wide and she drew her hands back. "Let me clarify. These pictures are for myself and my closest friends only... as long as you are a good little baby for me. Otherwise, they go on the University social sites. Sure they might get taken then, but by that point... who knows who might see them. You'll be a laughing stock, and no one will see you as the perfect little smarty padded pants you pretend to be anymore. You'll just be the diaper girl, the school baby, and the only thing people will ever wonder about you is if you are the source of some funny smell. Got it?"

Rebecca frowned. She doubted people would be as cruel as Matilda said, and realistically if they ever found out she was the one who spread it Matilda would probably get in a lot of trouble. However... the idea of it being seen by all the other students was terrifying. She nodded.

"Good girl," Matilda patted her head. "Now, you were very rude today to me and my friends..."

"My friends and I," Rebecca thought, but kept herself from saying.

"When they were just trying to be nice to you. So from now on you are going to promise to be a good little baby and listen to them, ok? That way we can take care of you like you need and watch after your diapers. If not I might have to send this picture to everyone so I can be sure anywhere you go someone will be able to take care of you, which I guess you don't want. Fair enough? Will you be a good little baby?"

Rebecca wanted to punch her and smash her phone. Instead, she nodded. That phone might connect to any number of social sites or data bases.

"I want you to say it, little girl. Say 'I will be a..."

Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut. This was NOT happening. However, she said it anyway. "I will be a good little baby for you and you're friends."

Matilda nodded. "Good, now add the last part. What do you call someone whose in charge of you for your own good?"

Her frown turned into a sneer. "I will be a good little baby for you and your friends, MA'AM," she emphasized.

"Good baby girl. See? It isn't that hard," she ruffled Rebecca's head. "And since no one is intimidated by a little girl in diapers sneering at them, l'll count that as you being a good baby despite those cute faces. Now you are going to prove it. First, lift up your skirt and wet your diaper like a good little potty pants. I want some cute baby pictures."

"What!?" Rebecca shouted, eyes wide. "I'm in the bathroom, and I..." she was cut off as Matilda waggled a finger and held up the picture of her bent over.

"Yes, you were in the bathroom, which means you wanted to use the toilet. That is a very no no, bad baby thing to do. My baby will use her pampers, and come ask me for a change. Also, don't pretend you aren't used to this, you didn't buy diapers that thick if you didn't need them."

Rebecca groaned. She was right, it was far from the first time she wet. "Why are you doing this to me? Its a physical disability. You can't just lord yourself over me for something I can't change This is... evil."

"Oh?" Matilda tilted her head to the side. "So you can't change it, as opposed to the students who aren't quite as smart as you who you had no problem 'lording yourself over?" They can totally change it." She shook her head. "We all have advantages and disadvantages, and right now I'm using mine to get what I want, no different from what you do with 4.0 gpa brain of yours. So wet yourself or everyone sees your diapers. Now."

Rebecca muttered under her breath. It was NOT the same. Still, she slowly lifted her skirt. She closed her eyes, relaxed, and...

"Good baby" Matilda said as a familiar warmth surrounded Rebecca's privates.

"There. Happy?" Rebecca said. Her diaper was sodden, but thankfully she had a change.

"Very. Now, smile for the camera!"

CLICK she snapped a photo on her phone. Rebecca wondered why she had added a sound to her phone.

"Now, turn around and let me see your cute bum."

Rebecca rolled her eyes, turned around, and held up the back of her skirt for the picture.

CLICK. "Now, face me and do one while sucking your thumb. And no sass this time!"

Rebecca obeyed for another photo. "Done yet, MA'AM?!" she asked.

"One more. Go into the bathroom stall." Matilda pointed to an open door behind them.

"O....k?" she said in a questioning voice. She walked into the stall.

"Now I want you to lift your skirt, look down at your soggy diaper, and put a hand on it. Open your mouth like you are surprised.

Rebecca wondered what was going on, but she obeyed. She lifted her skirt and posed as she was told. Matilda grabbed her and moved her wrist, then posed her chin. She smiled at herself, nodded, then closed the door half way at an angle. She walked toward the mirror.

Rebecca looked up at her with a questioning look. "Ah ah ah," She said, waggling her annoying finger. "Hold the pose little girl. Don't be naughty or you will get a time out."

Rebecca went back to her pose. Matilda faced the mirror, reached into her pocket and got her lip stick out. She put it on, then held took her camera out and pursed her lips. CLICK CLICK CLICK, she snapped a few photos.

She walked back to Rebecca and showed her. "Oh," Rebecca said. From the look of the picture, she was taking a photo of her new lipstick... and just happened to get catch Rebecca in the background, who forgot to close the door completely as she checked her own soaked diaper. That eliminated the problem of being blamed. She could easily post the photo anywhere saying she wanted to show off, then play innocent as other people pointed out the girl in the soaked diaper in the background.

"Alright, you win. What do you want?" Rebecca said.

Matilda smiled at her. "Good girl, knowing when you're beaten. And you'll find out what I want. First, come with me." She grabbed Rebecca's hand and pulled her out of the bathroom.

"Wait! I need to change!"

Matilda laughed. "Awww coot widdle baby asking for a diapie change. No, I don't want to keep my friends waiting. We will change your diapers later."

Keep her friends waiting? What? And what did she mean by "WE will change your diaper's later?" She dreaded to find out. Defeated for now, she let herself be lead through the campus, waddling in her soaking wet diaper, toward whatever nightmare Matilda had planned for next.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Feb 27, 2021 at 4:46 PM
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kerry said:

FTR: Matilda was actually correct about the grammar; it is indeed “me and my friends” in that context.

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Perhaps Becca just has an instinct to correct people? Keep that in mind for later sections

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Feb 28, 2021 at 12:24 AM
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kirigaya said:

I love the way you write, @ABAlex2.

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thanks!

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 8, 2021 at 10:16 PM
Content: Matilda dragged Rebecca by the hand. Rebecca followed as quickly as she could, though the thick, sodden padding between her legs didn't help much. She tried to keep her stance and steps as normal as possible to avoid notice. She had been in similar situations before- it was far from the first time she had been in a wet diaper in public. However, normally she'd immediately head to the bathroom and change, walking as carefully as possible. Now both the change and controlling her own walking was off the table.

The halls were full of people. IN her head, Rebecca imagined everyone noticed her exaggerated waddle, the crinkling and slushing sounds, and worse of all, the smell. She knew it probably wasn't true, but she imagined every set of eyes they passed settled on her, and every smile was really a barely covered laugh.

They exited the building and went into the lawn. She wished she could say it was better then the hallway as at least no one was close by and there was fresh air, but the wide open space filled with people only made her more worried.

They went through the campus and into their shared dorm building. They went up through the halls and to Rebecca's room.

Matilda stopped her with a hand on her chest. "Good girl, you were very well behaved on our little walk."

Rebecca sneered at her.

Matilda continued. "Now, you are going to go in there, get all your little pampers, and bring them out, alright?"

Rebecca's eyes went wide and she put a hand on Matilda's mouth. "SHHH don't say it so loud!"

Matilda smiled and pushed her hand away. "Awww is baby embarrassed by her diapy-wipies? Then she better do as I say or I'll announce it right out loud where everyone can hear it. Go into your room, get all your diapers, put them in whatever bag you think will hide them best, and give them to me. Oh, and anything else you need for a diaper change. Now."

Rebecca shook and looked over her shoulders. Throughout the entire speech Matilda hadn't lowered her voice at all. Thankfully, the hallway was mainly empty and no one appeared to have noticed.

Rebecca opened the door and went in. Matilda followed behind her and, thankfully, closed the door. Rebecca went into her closet and grabbed the package of diapers, the wipes, and powder she stored. "Why is it you want these anyway? What are you planning?" she asked.

Matilda shook her head. "Thats for me to know and the diaper baby to find out. Now find a bag to hide them or I'll make you carry it like that through the hall."

Rebecca looked back at the close. "Ummm..." she said. She grabbed her backpack, shoved it in, struggled to get the zipper closed, and finally got it done. She held the bag up to Matilda. "Here. Good? Now what?"

"Ah ah ah, you can hold your own diaper bag for now. One more thing." She put a finger to her chin and glanced around. "Where is your spare dorm key, diaper girl?"

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Really?! You want that?!"

Matilda took her phone out and put a finger on it. Rebecca backed up. "One more argument and the entire class sees your soggy pampered behind. So, what will it be?"

Rebecca thought for a moment, sighed, reached into her desk, grabbed the key and gave it to Matilda. "What do you need that for anyway?"

She shrugged. "Just so I can check up on my little baby whenever I want to. Never know when you might need a diaper change." She jabbed at the bag of diapers. "Frankly, you are lucky I let you have one at all. I could have just given one to my friends and kept the other. Most babies I know don't need privacy. So, what do you say?"

Rebecca glared. "Thanks ma'am."

Matilda smiled. "No problem Becca. What a good little girl!" She patted her head. "Now come on lets go."

She grabbed Rebecca's hand, dragged her out of the room and toward her own. When they arrived, Rebecca found Matilda's three friends standing around her bed.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 10, 2021 at 1:41 AM
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TheMatrixIsComing said:

Loving the story so far!

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Thanks! Glad you do

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 10, 2021 at 1:42 AM
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LifeGoesOn223 said:

Definitely something I'll be following

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Awesome, there will be more probably Thursday/Friday

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 12, 2021 at 9:51 PM
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geoinnappies said:

I love your story. I am very curious about the rest. Please post soon!

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Thanks! There will be more up in five minutes or so

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 12, 2021 at 10:25 PM
Content: "She's here!" one of them said. "Is it true? Let me see!"

"I can't believe it. You must have been joking," said another. Rebecca made a mental note to learn their names, but they all seemed so similar to her. The same rich, obnoxious girls in skimpy clothes Matilda always hung around with.

"Oh its true. Rebecca had an accident on the way here. Isn't that right, diaper girl?"

Rebecca glared. "No you..." she stopped herself, remembering the photos. "Yes, I did."

"Good girl. Now," she smacked Rebecca hard on the bottom. "Take your skirt off and show them what you are wearing."

Rebecca sighed. The idea was horrifying, but three more people seeing it was better then the entire school, even if they were the most obnoxious girls in the school. She reached down and pulled her skirt down."

"Awwwww!" they said at once, and the room was filled with gasps and laughter. As normal, they all behaved the same way, backing up with hands to their mouths.

"It IS true! She looks just like a baby!"

"Oh my god its so cute! And she's wet!"

"Awww does the widdle baby need a change?"

They all said their lines, and Rebecca didn't bother to see who said what. She closed her eyes as they teased. This HAD to be a nightmare. Of all the people to find out, it was the four dumbest, most annoying bullies in the school. She told herself she should be able to outsmart them, think of a way out, but the reality was she couldn't do anything but stand there as they gawk at her humiliating "secret."

Matilda hushed them. "Now now now, there will be time to tease the baby later. For now, I think we need to change her out of that soggy diaper and set her new rules."

Rebecca looked at her. What horror was she in for now?

She lay a towel on her bed. "Now baby girl, want a diapie change? Are you a widdle potty pants? Are you a widdle baby in a soggy diaper? Have an accident in your widdle pampers? Ask nicely!"

"Yes," Rebecca said.

Matilda shook a finger. "Ah ah ah, say it right baby girl. Answer ALL the questions."

"Please don't make me do that."

"Now. WITH the "widdles."

The other girls all held back laughter as they stared at her, waiting for her response.

"Yes I want a diapie change. I am a widdle potty pants. I am a widdle baby in a soggy diaper. I had an accident in my widdle pampers. Please change my..." She groaned. "Widdle diapers, mistress."

They burst out laughing. Matilda patted her bottom. "Good baby. Now, lie on the bed."

"What are you going to do?" Rebecca said, but obeyed the command.

"I'm going to change my baby's diaper silly! Now hush and let me work."

"You wha...!" she said with her eyes wide, but was stopped by a finger. Instead, she lay helpless as Matilda bent over her and untapped her diaper.

"Oh no no no please don't..." she pleaded, but was ignored as Matilda opened her soaked diaper. The three others laughed and laughed as she took out a box of baby wipes and ran it along her skin, then threw both into a plastic bag. She took out another diaper.

"Bum up baby girl!"

Rebecca felt like crying. This was by the most humiliating sequence of her life. Her secret was exposed, she was mocked for it, she was getting changed by someone her own age, and worse, it was all done by the people she hated most in the school. Part of her thought it might be easier to just let Matilda show everyone. However, she obeyed the command. Matilda lay the diaper underneath her and covered her with powder, then taped it on snugly.

"There, have your fun? Can I go now?" Rebecca said.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 16, 2021 at 3:44 AM
Content: "Nope, not yet. We aren't done humiliating you," Matilda said, and her friends laughed.

Rebecca could have cried. That was blunt, but at least she was being honest.

"So how long?" She asked.

Matilda laughed. "You don't get it, do you? This isn't something that's going to end, this isn't going to be a thing where we have fun of you for one day and let you go. See this?" She held up the phone and scrolled through photos of Rebecca- bent over in her diapers, wetting, getting changed, all of them making her shudder. "This means we own you, and we have it saved on a cloud all of us can access so even if you somehow steal my phone we still do. You lorded it over us for a year, thinking you were oh so special, and now the tables have turned. We are NEVER going to get tired of this, and you are going to be our little play thing ALL year or everyone will know your dirty little secret. Got it, diaper girl?" The other three nodded in unison beside her.

Rebecca gapped at her, shocked by her cruelty. What did she ever to to her? How could she be so mean?

Matilda bent over her with a pen. She drew a star on each tape of her diaper, then took a picture. She showed Rebecca the picture. "See this? This is how we know you won't go behind our back. Every time we diaper you, we'll be marking the tapes and taking a picture. Since the odds of you making the exact same markings or getting the tapes in the right place are pretty low even for a smarty padded pants like you, way we can be sure you won't cheat and go to the toilet or get changed. So, the only way out of your soggy or smelly diapers is to come to me and beg for a change. Got it?"

Rebecca was shocked. Soggy OR smelly? Did that mean she intended... no... "You want me to do... THAT in my diapers too? Every time?"

Matilda nodded. "Mhmm. From now on, as long as you are in this university the toilet is off limits. I want you wandering the halls, diapered, soggy, and messy, completely reliant on us so you never get it in your head you are better then any of us again."

"But thats... thats so mean! And disgusting! Why are you doing this..."

"HEY! Thats enough from the little diaper girl, or you won't get a change tonight," Matilda said. She sat on the bed beside her and patted her lap. "Now be a good baby and sit on my lap as we explain what will happen next. And just for that whine, I want you to suck your thumb as we do."

Almost crying, Rebecca stood up and sat on her. She put her thumb in her mouth and hung her head, feeling every bit the baby they were treating her as. She felt her face flush, and tears began to drip.

"The first thing we'll need is a new set of clothes. We can't have our diaper girl going around in her frumpy shirts and longer skirts, can we?"

The others shook her head. "Its so out of style. We have to help her!"

"I agree. Make her wear something more like us for the boys. Its only being nice."

Matilda nodded. "What do you think of that diaper girl? First we are going to take you shopping and get full closet of short skirts, tight pants, cut shirts that leave your midriff bare, and all sorts of things so you can show that hot body for the boys. Hows that sound?"

Rebecca didn't respond. So, a dozen things that would make her diapers harder to hide. Figures, it perfectly fit their type of cruelty.

They continued lecturing her on the "rules." Every morning someone would come "get" her for her morning diaper change and pick an outfit. She'd have to keep whatever clothes and diaper they put her in, getting fresh diapers again at lunch and after school. If they wanted to change her, they would, if not she'd just be given the diaper and report back for it to be 'signed.' Meanwhile, she'd be doing any homework they didn't want to do, helping clean their rooms, doing their laundry... basically their slave on the threat of even greater humiliation.

Finally they concluded, and Matilda patted her leg. "Now, since you were so rude earlier, I think its time to show you what happens when you're naughty. Take your soggy pamper, go stand in the corner, and put your thumb in your mouth. Don't move until we say otherwise." She held the wet diaper toward Rebecca.

Broken and humiliated, Rebecca obeyed. Of course they would "punish" her like a toddler. At least they weren't spanking her. She got up, took the disgusting wet plastic, sucked her opposite and stood in the corner. The others laughed as she hung her head in shame.

They went to talking as if she wasn't there. She heard them flipping through webpages, talking about clothes and what she would look "good" in. Rebecca groaned, knowing full well what that meant to them.

Rebecca's neck got sore from how she was hanging it, and she raised to stare at the corner. It would still be warm until about the end of October, at which point they'd have to let her wear thicker, longer clothes. Until them, it was going to be a long end of summer.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 24, 2021 at 10:06 PM
Content:

TheMatrixIsComing said:

@ABAlex2
Are you continuing this story? I ask because it's been over a week, and you never said when you were making the next chapter.

[End of quote]

yes I am, sorry. I was gone for a bit and am working on other things but I hope to have a new section this weekend

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 29, 2021 at 9:36 PM
Content: A month and a half later, she found herself in the same position, but this time in her room. She stood facing the corner, one hand on her head, the other balled in front of her face as she sucked her thumb, and nothing below the neck but a bra and a soggy diaper.

There was no one else in the room to see her humiliation. She wished that meant she could stop. However, a cell phone was left recording her "punishment" as her next "babysitter" got ready. If it recorded her moving... She shuddered. After all this time, she couldn't find a way around the simple threat of those photos being made public. She considered going to get help, perhaps from the school or police, but then... what exactly? If the punishment was less serious, then there was a pile of pictures that would doubt end up part of countless frat boys drinking games, while she got very little justice in return. If the punishment was more serious, they'd all deny nefarious intent, four vs one, and the "innocent" photos they took would still go viral at the university. Once either group was online, there would be no way to prove they were the ones sharing it, or, say, printing them off and posting them around the school. More importantly, there would be no way to remove them all. Her pride and their viciousness all agreed on one point- her pictures getting around would be worse for her then any punishment short of expulsion.

Still, the amount of things they had used the pictures for was getting insane. What she had hoped would just be a single day of embarrassment turned into a week, then two weeks, and now over a month, each time her sunk costs and their mounting pictures made refusing their instructions at any point a bad idea. Meanwhile, they had milked the scenario in a dozen different ways.

The first had occurred the very night they began. Rather then keep her out of the party Matilda had teased her about, they dragged her to it, wearing tight fitting short shorts over her diaper. They had belonged to Matilda's smallest friend Vanessa, and left little to the imagination. Fortunately, most people were too drunk to notice, even after a few guys tried to grab or spank her at Matilda's encouragement. She had left the party blushing and prodded, with a few comments about how "thick" she was.

Then there was the actual shopping trip. She remembered standing naked in the change room except for her diaper, which they insisted she leave on. They handed her dozens of outfits, each skimpier then the last, demanding she pose and model them while they watched. Matilda had covered most of it, courtesy of a doctor mother and MBA holding father who loved spoiling their brat of a daughter, and told her she could make it up in favors. The result was a new wardrobe full of tight cloths, cut off shirts, tights, and short skirts, each designed to leave her just at the edge of exposed and safe. When it wasn't that, it was rompers, pastel colors, and other cutesy designs. Rebecca couldn't tell which was worse.

Then, of course, she had been required to "help" them with their homework. Thankfully they didn't want her to do the full assignments, there was no way anyone could do that, but she often found herself running to the library to get sources for them, or filling out short day work.

So far, she couldn't say for sure that people were noticing. However, every whisper, every giggle or chuckle behind her back sent her head turning and her mind wondering. She constantly expected to one day find an online page of people joking about her problem, or hear some side comment that implied people knew. So far, it had only happened in her dreams and nightmares, but she was never sure her 'secret' was safe.

It was better in some respects. The threat to change her messy diapers was worse for them in reality then in theory, and if she was lucky they'd let her use the toilet for that, at least, after changing her out of wet diapers.

On top of that, there was...

Her thought was interrupted as the door swung open. Rebecca heard someone walk in, but didn't turn her head to look. Another annoying part of the deal was the lack of privacy. They had a key to her room, and came in and left at will.

"You stayed in the corner! What a good girl! And still sucking your thumb like a baby!" the bully said, not even letting the door close before she did. It was Erica, who Rebecca assumed was her "babysitter" for the afternoon. She walked up and smacked Rebecca hard on the back of her diaper.

"So did you learn your lesson? Vanessa told me all about what you did."

"Yes Ma'am," Rebecca said, rolling her eyes.

"Then you know better then to leave the classroom without your babysitter next time? You could get hurt sweetie! Its for your own good!"

Rebecca winced. "Yes ma'am," she said. The reality was the 'rules' she broke often changed and didn't really matter. Erica had wanted her to suck her thumb half naked in the corner, she was going to suck her thumb half naked in the corner.

"Now, turn around baby girl," she said.

Rebecca sighed and obeyed. Vanessa was dressed in short shorts and a low cut, cropped shirt, even skimpier then her normal outfit. Rebecca had learned that usually meant she was planning on meeting with boys, and if she was Rebecca's "babysitter"... she shuddered, not wanting to think about what was going to happen.

"So, one of the boy's frats is holding a bbq to start the Halloween Weekend, and some of them are already wild drunk. So, good times for me," she smiled, and Rebecca tried not to groan. "I've had my eye on one of the guys there, and as luck would have it, one of them is interested in our cute new redheaded friend who is just coming out of her shell in second year. Any guess who that might be?"

Rebecca did groan this time. She felt her face crumble. "No please not again," she begged. The guy's Erica always favored were the type that annoyed Rebecca the most- rude, boorish, and worse of all, handsy. They wanted one thing and kept scores of the amount of times they got it. Overall, they disgusted her. However, since being 'adopted' into this group she ended up spending a lot of time with them, normally trying to keep away while not being rude enough to evoke her bullies' anger. So far she had done well, but a frat party with people day drinking could end very badly.

Erica just nodded. "Mhmm, seems you guessed your role. The cute friend I look nice by brining along. Isn't it so kind of us popular girls to help out someone like you?'

Rebecca glared. Normally Erica was far from that clever, but she had been taking off of Matilda. Rebecca was sure they practiced so they would all come at her with the same condescending phrases.

"Well, is it?" Erica asked.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. Matilda, on the other hand, would have shook her finger and teasingly rebuked her for glaring. Erica just wanted her to agree she was being "nice." "Yes, Ma'am" she said.

"Good girl. Isn't it nice too? Everyone thinks your our new friend, and we are just pushing you to come to parties. They all say such wonderful things," She smiled and hugged herself. She then took her backpack off, reached in, and took out a fresh, white diaper. "Now, first thing first, seems my little baby had an accident. Did you have an accident in your diaper, little baby?"

Rebecca hated how they did this. Of course they could see, but they always had to draw it out. "Yes, Ma'am," she said.

"Say it all. You know better then that"

"I had an accident in my diaper."

"Good baby, lets get you changed before you make this room too smelly. Lie down on the bed."

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Apr 1, 2021 at 5:27 PM
Content: Rebecca sighed and obeyed. At this point, though she hated to admit it, the wet diaper change had become routine. She looked away, and followed the commands as they came. Erica untapped the diaper, told her to raise her bottom to pull it away, then dropped it in a plastic grocery bag, tied it up and threw it in her trash can, and hummed the entire time. She then wiped Erica down with a baby wipe, causing her to shudder. She had Rebecca lift her hips again, lay the second diaper on, powdered her and taped it on. She scribbled over the tapes with a marker, and finished by taking a picture. She was far from as efficient as Matilda, and her taping was never as tight or as even, but she got it down.

She pulled the now freshly diapered girl to her feet, then clapped her hands and smiled again. "Now, lets pick your outfit. Oh, I know! Lets play a game. Matilda suggested this to me, said it will help you learn to behave."

She walked to Rebecca's closet and took out a plain white tank top. She tossed it at Rebecca, who pulled it on. As many of her new clothes did, it ended well above her waist.

Erica then took out three skirts. One was one of Rebecca's old ones, almost down to her knees. The second ended at her thighs, and the third was the shortest one there. Finally, she took out a pair of baby pink tights with ruffles on the bottom. They were part of the "cute" sets of clothing picked to make her embarrassed. However, if she was going to wear those skirts, she'd be thankful for the extra cover.

She held up the three skirts and the tights in her hand, longest skirt toward Rebecca, shortest toward herself. "So, two nights ago I asked you to go to the library and get books for my history assignment. Did you do it?"

Rebecca nodded.

"Good, then you won't go out in just your diaper and shirt," she smiled. "I was tempted to do that and say it was a Halloween costume, but Matilda... never mind, you'll see." She laughed. Rebecca was horrified at what it could mean, but kept quiet as she continued her 'game.'

"The professor said an "90" on the assignment would need 8 sources or more. Did you get 8 or more?"

"No," Rebecca said, and the longest skirt dropped to the ground. Rebecca's stomach dropped with it.

"She said an "80" would be 6 or 7. Did you find 6 or 7?"

Rebecca shook her head, and another skirt dropped. That left the shortest in her wardrobe, a ruffled plaid skirt that managed to both be revealing and fall under the "cute" category by looking like something from a high school uniform. The costume equivalent of one anyway, no high school would use something that skimpy.

"Did you at least manage to find 5 for a 70?"

"Yes, 5, I got 5. They are on my desk," she said.

Erica looked at the pile of books on her desk, then threw the skirt at her. Rebecca looked down at it with her mouth open. It wasn't much wider then her diaper, if at all. With her mid riff revealing shirt, she would have a tough time keeping safe.

She looked back up to see Erica looking at her with a massive smile on her face, holding the demeaning tights up in both hands. Ridiculous as they looked, Rebecca prayed she'd be allowed to wear them.

"Now, one last question. Did you make notes for the books and find relevant pages, or just pick them up and leave me to do the work?"

Erica's eyes widened. She hadn't expected to do that, they hadn't asked her too before. That was hours extra work, it would take her...

"Well?"

Erica tried to think of a way out. A way to lie, a way to cheat, to fake the notes.

"Answer the question diaper girl."

"No," she finally admitted, and the tights dropped to the ground.

"Clean up, put your skirt on, and lets go."

"But, but... please dont make me go out like this! There is no way they won't see it! Please, I'll get your notes, I'll..."

Erica shook her head. "We don't have much time. We both have a class in an hour and a half, if I don't get what I want you can expect a triple thick diaper under that skirt next time. Try hiding THAT.

Erica cringed at the threat, but gave up. She pulled the mini skirt over the top of her diaper and picked up the clothes off the ground. She put them back in the closet, then looked at herself in the mirror.

The way the skirt was sitting, the bottom of her diaper was plainly visible. It wasn't even that it became clear when she moved or if it drooped too much, it was just a chunk of white padding sticking out under the skirt.

She pulled the skirt down until the bottom became invisible. However, with her cropped shirt the top of her diaper now stood out like a sore thumb, with even part of the bright blue tapes showing enough to leave any doubt of what it was out. She tried stretching the skirt, then the shirt, but neither worked. Finally, she pulled up her diaper as tight as it would go underneath her legs, folded the top down slightly, and rearranged the skirt again. With some adjusting, she managed to make the diaper almost invisible.

She turned, and immediate saw the back of her diaper show again as the skirt swirled. She groaned and re-arranged it again.

Erica, for her part, seemed to be having the time of her life. She had her hands folded and was grinned, sometimes lifting a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Please don't make me do this," Rebecca said.

Erica only smiled again and shook her head. "Keep trying diaper girl, I think you almost got it."

Rebecca went back to her skirt. Finally she managed to get it in a place where her diaper was completely covered as long as she was careful.

Erica nodded. "Well, good try anyway. Come on, lets go." She grabbed Rebecca by the hand.

"Wait!" she said. "Can I, uhhh, go to the bathroom?" She finished quietly. She had tried to determine how much she needed to go "the other way" and considered asking to go to the bathroom before the diaper change but decided against it. Asking while already wet might result in a demand she mess in her diapers then just shower it off, asking right after was more likely to get good results. At this point, she wasn't desperate, but wanted to delay going to the party.

Erica shook her head. "No, I don't think so. You'll have to hold it until you meet Matilda, or use your diapers and ask nicely for a change." She opened the door and, in the style that she was now accustomed too, lead her like a child through the halls.

Rebecca instinctively brought a hand to her face, covering half of it. She then corrected herself and brought her hand down to her skirt to keep it from swaying too far and showing her diaper.

This was by far the most revealing outfit they had made her wear, and no part of her was confident she could keep her diaper secret all day. She blushed the entire walk, keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact with anyone they passed. She tried to keep her skirt down and took as small steps as possible, but Erica pulled her faster. She heard whispering, and turned to see people looking in her direction, but told herself it was a coincidence.

They got outside and walked through the campus. The smell of barbequing meat hit her, and it was soon accompanied by the sounds of music and chatting. Finally they turned a corner and she saw where Erica was taking her.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Apr 6, 2021 at 2:57 AM
Content: One of the campus squares was full of people, most of them in varying costumes, chatting and drinking. There were a few grills set up, with signs advertising cheap hamburgers and hot dogs. Rebecca would have groaned again, but in her embarrassed state it came out as more of a whimper. This was not the place to remain hidden.

As they approached, a tall, dark haired, muscular boy dressed as superman saw them and got up. He had a beer in his hand and staggered as he walked toward them.

"Hi Erica! I was hoping you would come!"

"Mikey, how you been? I was hoping to find you here."

He smiled a drunken smile and reached toward Erica's hand, who him take it. "Oh," she said, "You know Rebecca right?"

He looked her up and down, one eye half open. "Yeah I remember her. Hey, Frankie's been looking for you. Frankie!" he called out.

Erica smiled. "Isn't that nice. Well why don't you find Frankie for Rebecca, and I'll get us some lunch. I assume its free?" she said, ignoring the blatantly posted price signs. Mikey looked at the bbq and shared a joint thumbs up a shorter blond frat boy in a chef's had and a apron with a woman in a bikini on it.

"Yeah, its free. Take the beer out of the blue cooler, its mine."

She smiled again, "Aww, thanks sweetie," she patted his cheek, and he smiled and left to find Frankie.

Rebecca wanted to get angry and demand if she just flirted with drunk guys whenever she wanted something, but she held her tongue. Her current situation didn't exactly make her feel courageous.

There was a girl with long black hair dressed as a witch beside the cooler. She took out two beers and handed them to the pair and winked at Rebecca. Erica took them, then walked to the cook. "Hey hot stuff, you have some meat for me?" she winked at him.

"Hmmmm how about nice thick sausage," he laughed.

"Well, maybe later tonight, but for now I'll settle for a hot dog." She winked at the cook and ended up with hot dogs and chips for them both. She made a point of having them eat before going to meet their 'dates,' as of course it wouldn't do for either to be eating when flirting. Rebecca ate as slow as possible, trying to delay the inevitable. However there was only so much she could do, and soon she was back in the middle of the boys.

College kids stumbled all around her, some cheering or laughing, some eating, others making out. Halloween weekend was a big party on the campus, and they were already getting started.

Rebecca's 'date' ended up being a buff, bearded man in a plaid shirt who she assumed was dressed as a lumberjack. He was already drunk, and Rebecca wasn't sure if she was upset he was more likely to be frisky or happy he probably wouldn't notice as much.

Her role here was clear, and she had played it a few times. One of the popular girls wanted to get with a guy, and if he thought his friend was also going to 'score' with her, then it was more likely to work out. She'd flirt side by side, then get out as soon as she could.

Her date pointed at her skirt, then at his shirt. "Hey, we match!" he said, referring to the plaid.

Rebecca forced a laugh at the bad joke. "Uhhh, yeah... hi I'm Rebecca, nice costume," she said.

He looked her up and down. "What are you going as?" he said.

Erica chimed in. "Oh don't worry, we have costumes. You'll LOVE to see hers tonight, its ADORABLE." She smiled and winked at Rebecca, who groaned. "Anyway..." she kept talking, but turned to Mikey so they didn't hear.

Rebecca tried to smile. "So what are you studying?" she said.

"I don't really have a major, I'm trying to decide, so just general arts for me. For now. For me for now," he said.

"Uh huh," Rebecca replied.

"Yeah I think its important to, you know, like, have a good background in different areas to really make a good choice. Its an important choice right, life saving.""

"Uh huh," she said again.

He turned to the sounds of kissing behind him. Erica and "Superman" were both on a cement block, her in his lap, and his hands around her and groping wildly. They sat their drinks down and were kissing.

The drunk lumberjack looked back at her. "Do you... do you want to sit down?"

"Oh yeah!" Erica said over her shoulder between kisses. "She was talking about it all day. She really wants to 'get to know' you."

Erica gave her an annoyed look as the lumberjack was distracted, then forced a smile when he turned back to her. He smiled at her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his lap.

Erica tried to sit down gently so her diaper didn't crinkle. She sat her drink down beside him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, trying to look interested. He went to kiss her, and she gave him a quick peck then backed up. "So, you think you'll go with arts or sciences? Or engineering?" She said.

He backed up again. "Ummm I don't know. I'm not too great at math, but I'm not to great at reading either..."

Rebecca sighed.

"Really I'm just trying to find what I'm passionate about..." his hand drifted down to her waist and he grabbed her skirt, then leaned in for a kiss.

Rebecca sat upright. "Oh! That's interesting," she said, trying to keep the conversation going. "What do you think you might be passionate about?"

"Ummmm...' he thought, then smiled. "Chicks. Hot chicks in short skirts," he said, laughing at his own joke. He went back in for a kiss and began to squeeze her bottom.

Rebecca gasped. A new feeling came into her diaper. It got warm, then damp, and she realized she was wetting herself on his lap. Now, more then ever, she wanted to keep his hands off. There was no way she could even use the "Halloween costume" excuse anymore. She tried to cross her legs tighter, but it did little to slow the flood, and soon she was sitting in a soaked diaper pressed against the lumberjack's lap as he tried to make out with her.

"Say, do you mind passing me my drink, uhh, hot stuff?" Rebecca tried to imitate the cheerleader's flirty party girl look. It was normally a demand the frat boys were happy to engage.

"Uhhh ok," he said, and handed it to her. She lifted herself up and acted like she was chugging from the can, but actually drank as slowly as possible. The liquid was bitter and bubbly, a cheap domestic draught she honestly could have done without.

The trick worked however. The lumberjack smiled. "Hey party girl!" he said. Then, to her horror, he spanked her hard, and kept his hand on her diaper.

Rebecca paused as she looked at him. He looked back at her, still smiling. It took her a moment to confirm that he couldn't actually tell what she was wearing. Relief washed over her like a... a flood of clean, normal water, she told herself, trying not to think of other things that were just flooded. She 'finished' drinking and made an "ah", sound, then went back to smiling at him.

The relief, however, was short lived. As she relaxed, she felt something else come into her diaper, this time from the other end. "Oh no no no," she said.

"What?" he asked, confused.

She smiled at him. "I said, uh, go go go." It was far from her best lie, but it did the trick. While normally she would have rather he stay back, now she wanted anything to distract him from what his hands were feeling as he tried to grab her ass, and worse still, the gas that was coming into it.

It wasn't that she would normally mess her diapers by mistake. However, something with the hot dogs, chips and beer must not have been sitting well, and she realized she didn't have too long before she did something much worse then just wet.

She looked at her watchless-wrist and pretended to panic. "Oh no! I'm late for class. I have a test." She said. If he was too drunk to notice the girl sitting in his lap that he was groping was wearing a diaper and had just soaked it, he would be too drunk to notice she wasn't wearing a watch and there were no classes starting soon.

"Oh," he said. "I'll see you at the party."

"Yes, I'll see you then. Erica? I need to go?"

Erica, who at this point was entirely invested in Superman, gave her a thumbs up, and she got up. "Thanks, uhh, hot stuff." Rebecca turned to run away.

She stopped running right after, realizing the mistake, and looked at her skirt. "SHIT," she said, and looked down. Her skirt was crooked, half of it raised clear above the bottom of her diaper, another part exposing the tapes. To add to the problem, Erica's crappy diaper taping skills meant her underwear was loose, and it slid down as she was moving. Anyone behind her would see the white bottom, anyone in front would see the blue tapes. She quickly re-arranged it to cover her diaper. She thought of herself, running through the group, each step lifting the fabric up and exposing the diaper, and cursed at her panicked stupidity.

Her stomach grumbled. There was another problem with running. Her stomach was already turning after dinner, and running made it worse.

She considered her options. Her next diaper change, and normally her next time to use the bathroom, wasn't for a few hours. As normal, Erica had drawn symbols on her diaper, which made it difficult to take off and replace. That is, if she even had access to them, but they were stored in Matilda's closet, and the tapes wouldn't reseal after she tore them off.

Then again, Erica never was great at taping, so she might be able to just pull it down, go to the bathroom, and pull it back. She stopped and thought with a hand on her chin. The toilet wasn't far, this could work.

"Hey baby girl, sucking your thumb?" Matilda said with a hard spank on her diaper.

"OW!" Rebecca said, and went to rub her bottom. "No! I'm thinking. And do you have to say that out loud!?"

"Oh whats the problem, diaper girl? Don't want people to know about your diapers, diaper girl?" She walked in front of Rebecca and held her shoulders. "Then probably shouldn't have picked that outfit. That skirt don't lose much to imagination. I could tell it was you from way back by the diaper peaking out of your waist band."

"What!?" the 'diaper girl' franticly re-arranged her clothes.

Matilda laughed. "Come on sweetie. Time for class." She took her hand and began dragging.

She cursed under her breath. She had almost forgotten Matilda was in her class. Well, it WAS a good plan, but no use now.

The next class was all afternoon, three hours of psychology as taught by a stuck up assistant professor. It was the type of class most people would sleep through, except that it was also the type of class where the assistant professor would dole out harsh punishments to anyone who fell asleep. However, there were tons of people, all dead silent while listening to a boring speaker. It might be the worst possible place if she needed to...

"Ug," she said, as another fart escaped into her diaper. This could NOT get worse.

"Well that's even worse," she said, seeing the room entirely full except for two seats, front row center.

"YOU TWO! What are you doing coming in here like this? You're late!" the professor said.

"Its been thirty seconds!" Rebecca replied.

Matilda put a hand on her chest. "Oh I'm so sorry professor, I'm always trying to hurry my friend here, but she just loses track of time. i had to go back for her! Isn't that right Rebby?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes."

The professor folded her arms. "Fine, but I'm making a note of this. Take a seat."

They both walked through toward the seats, through the rows of people. A few were in costumes, and the witch from earlier winked at her again. Rebecca held her breath and moved as carefully as possible as she passed dozens of people, all at the perfect height to look up her skirt, while all eyes watched them. They sat down, and the professor continued.

The lecture was on a combination of mental health and skin care products, and made very little sense. Rebecca tried to pay attention and take notes, but the lecture droned on, and she had a lot distracting her.

She farted again. Matilda noticed, smiled at her and patted her hand.

Rebecca watched the clock. It seemed to be moving slower then it should, and she swore she saw the hands move backwards. Her stomach got worse and worse.

She farted again, this time loudly, and a few people beside her giggled.

"Something wrong, Ms Rebecca?" the professor asked.

"No Professor Tweedelbow!" she replied.

"Then pay attention," she went back to the lecture.

Time continued to move at its dead-slow pace, and Rebecca tried her best to hold it in. She realized she was making faces and grunting, and tried to control that too, fearing the professor would notice.

However, others were already noticing. A few people were now laughing at every sound, and others were waving their hands in front of her face. She didn't blame them, she herself was getting sick of the smell.

She looked at the clock. There were forty minutes left, half an hour if they were let out early for Friday, though that didn't normally happen with Tweedelbow. If she could make it, she would...

She would be at the mercy of her bully. Hopefully she was feeling nice. Otherwise, it would be a long walk back, either a particularly gross shower or a particularly embarrassing diaper change, and more blackmail material. It was going to be a long day.

The farts, and the laughter, were getting louder. She tried to keep her head down and avoid attention.

"Ms Rebecca!" the professor shouted. So much for avoiding attention. "Can you explain to me what's going on?"

"Ummm... I'm just, taking notes."

"Oh yeah? Not telling jokes? Not talking with your friends? Because as unusual, all the noise is stemming from you."

She tried to deny it just as another noise stemmed from her, and she kept her mouth shut.

"I tried to keep her quiet, but you know how Rebby is," Matilda said with fake innocence.

"Right! I've had enough. Stand up Rebecca."

Rebecca gulped, then obeyed. The entire class went silent behind her just as she let another sound out.

"Now, why don't you summarize last weeks readings for us? Your continuation of this course depends on it."

"Well uhh..." She farted again, and cringed at the laughter.

"Statistically, there is no connection between the use of skin care products and mental health issues. However..."

Rebecca tried her best to summarize the pointless material while clenching her cheeks. She couldn't believe her bad luck, standing in the shortest skirt yet, in front of the largest class, the most obnoxious professor, and suddenly feeling this way in a dead silent class.

She reached down and smoothed her skirt. She could have sworn there was somehow a breeze constantly lifting it up, just high enough to expose the padding. She felt herself sweating, and continued.

"Dr. Lighraw's objections were 'No, what? That's just stupid.' However..."

Another fart was pressing, and she held it back. At this point, half the class had clued in, and were staring at her and smiling. She hoped beyond hope not to give them what they wanted.

"When you assume the objections are paid for by the freemasons..."

The fart pushed itself out, and she gasped. She paused her speaking, and thought she would pass out.

It wasn't just gas. In a panicky, she realized she was filling her diaper in front of the entire class. Worse, she was doing it loudly, and people giggled at the constant sounds. She tried to clench, but nothing worked, and soon her diaper was full of disgusting slime, and more was still coming out.

"Then the really issue is that some rude..."

Another fart.

"people who aren't as smart as they think they are"

More.

"Are just afraid of being publicly embarrassed"

She closed her eyes. The laughter was mounting.

"And exposed for not being as smart as they think they are."

The train stopped and her stomach relaxed, but the damage was done. Her diaper was full, everyone had heard it, and the smell was horrid. She hoped they at least counted it all to the gas and didn't realize what she had really done.

"And should stop bullying people who don't think the same way. The writer concludes by implying those people probably smell bad, based on their lack of skin care."

She stopped. That was the end of it.

The professor seemed impressed with her memory, at the very least. "And what do you think of that article," she said.

"Well professor, I think the author came across as immature, and it didn't really prove its point. All it did was recite conspiracy theories and insult people who disagree. Also, I'm pretty sure it was really a barely disguised add for Sephora. They even have its logo here."

The professor scowled. "Actually I think it was highly reputable, and chose it myself for this class. Please sit down, Ms. Rebecca."

The blushing girl shook her head. "I, uhh, would prefer to stand." Honestly neither was great. Standing meant her diaper was out in the open and eye height with the row behind her. Worse, with the amount she had just messed and Erica's bad tape job, she could only imagine how much it was sagging below her skirt. Still, the thought of sitting in it made her stomach turn.

"SIT DOWN NOW!" the professor said, and she quickly obeyed.

The feeling was even worse then she had imagined. She wrinkled her nose and tried to remain as still as possible. It was slimy and warm in the worse way.

Worse, if she had thought people reacting to her farting was bad, the new expressions were horrible. She could have sworn people were gagging. She hung her head and blushed until the end of the class.

Once the professor finished, five minutes late as possible, the class began to pour out. Rebecca and Matilda waited a bit, Rebecca too afraid to move, Matilda smiling and seeming to enjoy the moment.

"Pee yew!" she said loudly. "Anyone smell that? Do you know what that is Rebby?"

She shook her head but didn't speak. A few people were whispering around her, and she didn't want to know if anyone had guessed what happened. Not responding seemed the best way to keep attention away.

Once the class was half empty, a giggling Matilda taped Rebecca on the shoulder and had her get up. They walked out, Matilda patting her swollen, diapered bottom the entire time.

Once they were out of the class, Matilda came beside her, put a hand on her bottom and pressed the diaper into her. She cringed at the feel.

"YOU DIDN'T!" Matilda whispered in delight. "Thats so bad! Its embarrassing even for you! What a baby!"

"Please don't do that," Rebecca said in near tears.

"Oh I will do that diaper girl!" she pressed it again. She looked back behind her, and seeing no one there, she lifted Rebecca's skirt and snapped a photo with her phone.

"HEY!" Rebecca said, holding her skirt down. "I don't know what happened! Something upset my stomach."

"Uh huh, sure thing potty pants. We all know you're a baby, no point lying."

"Please stop." Tears of embarrassment went down her cheek and she prayed no one noticed. "Can you please just let me get out of this? Do you have a spare diaper?" She begged.

Matilda tilted her head. "Yes but... in a bit. I'm enjoying this for now. The one I brought is one of your normal diapers."

"What do you mean "normal?" And can you keep your voice down?"

"No, I can't. And you'll see. I have a special surprise I want to show you, then, if you're a good little stinky pants, I'll let you change and shower for the party tonight so you don't make anyone sick with your messy bum."

She dragged her through the halls, out onto the campus, and toward their dorm. Rebecca kept her head down and tried to stay as far as possible from others. Still, she saw more then one group crinkle their noises or common on the smell. If she didn't get out of it quick, she'd be responsible for a fake gas leak call.

Walking was harder then she expected. The swollen padding forced her legs apart, and she could feel the mess in her diaper slushing around, making her stomach turn. She prayed it didn't leak.

They made it to their dorm, and Matilda pulled her in to the crowded halls. Students lined the sides in skimpy halloween costumes, already drinking and playing music.

Rebecca shook her head. To her horror, Matilda took her toward the elevator. She didn't protest as she clicked the button and waited. People lined up behind them. Though Matilda's room was on the top floor, the building was only four stories high, and the stairs were easy enough. Rebecca knew she was doing this just to antagonize her, but didn't have the willpower to argue.

They got in, and the doors shut, trapping them in with scent.

"What the hell is that smell?" a student asked. Rebecca didn't look up to see who it was.

A few people plugged their noises and ewed. Rebecca wished she could disappear into the wall.

"Did someone fart in here?"

Matilda was smiling, clearly loving it. "Maybe someone was sick, or got too drunk and had an accident. You think so Rebby?"

The fragrant girl just shook her head. The doors opened, and people came in while others left, leaving a whole new audience for Matilda's game. Once agian, they groaned and blocked their noses, and began to ask.

"I heard someone let a stink bomb out on campus," Matilda said. "Do you know anything about that?"

"No," she said quietly, and could see the bully holding back laughter.

The doors opened to the top floor, and they got out. They walked toward Matilda's room. Matilda paused in front of it and took out her phone. "One second," she said. "I just want to really enjoy this moment. I bet I'm going to LOVE seeing your reaction."

"My reaction to what?"

She only smiled again and slowly opened the door.

"WHAT. THE HELL. IS THAT!?" Rebecca demanded.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Apr 8, 2021 at 4:08 AM
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LifeGoesOn223 said:

Hmmm, gee I wonder what it is!

My guess is a baby costume or something of the sort. Cant wait for the next part!

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Hmmm maybe, wait and see

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Apr 12, 2021 at 7:02 PM
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NinjaPizza said:

Thanks for writing this. I'm not a fan of dubious consent myself, though I can appreciate how embarrassingly "fun" all of this would be.

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No problem!
I'd agree with that. As I always mention, this is a fantasy kink story, IRL this sort of thing would be horrible, abusive, and possibly jail worthy. I think it makes more sense when you realize the bulk of the people enjoying it are probably seeing themselves as the "sub" characters rather then the dom.
Plus, as you said, its silly fun Deliberately ridiculous

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Apr 26, 2021 at 4:26 AM
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Soboy said:

Love the storey

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Thank you!

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Apr 26, 2021 at 4:28 AM
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geoinnappies said:

Me too! When can we expect the next chapter?

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its up now!

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Apr 26, 2021 at 4:29 AM
Content: "What's wrong stinky girl? You don't like it?" Matilda said with a smile.

Rebecca merely pointed at it, with a hand over her mouth. "Wha... what is that?"

"Oh you can't tell? Silly baby, that's your Halloween costume!"

"YOU CANT MAKE ME WEAR THAT!" Rebecca shouted.

It wasn't a Halloween costume. She had seen the Halloween costume equivalent. They were cheap, tacky, and nothing like what she saw. This was something different, something far more vicious.

On her bed was the most embarrassing thing Rebecca had seen, and that was after a long string of humiliations under Matilda and her cronies. It was all lain out for her to see. At the bottom was a diaper. However, it was nothing like the ones she had worn, bad enough those wore. Instead of plain white, it was purple on the sides, with colorful hearts, stars and flowers all over it. As if to drive the point home that this was not just an adult diaper but an adult sized baby diaper, it had one thick tape on either side, instead of the regular four. Unlikely everything she had worn before, it seemed to trade practicality for looking as childish as possible.

Laid out on top of it was a onesie, exactly like what a baby would wear but sized for an adult. It was white and pale, baby blue, with cartoon dogs and foxes, themselves wearing diapers, drawn all over it. Next to it was an oversized pink pacifier with a ribbon, and above that, two large, red, hair bows. Below the diaper, there was white and pink stripped stockings, ending in frilled tops. Worse yet, a pair of baby bottles and a teddy bear served as props, lying beside the costume.

Matilda stepped directly in front of Rebecca and looked her in the eye. "Oh no?" She raised an eyebrow and took out her phone. "I can't? It seems I can do whatever I want stinky pants, or you can spend the next week explaining your little accident to the entire campus."

Rebecca gulped. She took a step back, and Matilda stepped forward again.

"Think of it this way. Either you go to the Halloween party in my cute little baby costume and diapers I picked for you and everyone things you made an adorable choice, or they all see the diapers you wear every day and realize your problem. Its your choice."

"I ummm..."

Matilda took her moment of confusion to reach over and pull her skirt down, revealing her packed, soiled diaper, and let the cloth drop to the ground. Rebecca whimpered and nodded.

"What's that baby girl? You're giving up? You realize that I'm right and smarter and can make you do whatever you want? You realize your going to go to the party dressed as a baby no matter what you say?"

Rebecca nodded.

"Good baby." She held up the printed diaper. "Now, we've already spent to much time with you stinking up my bedroom. You are going to lie down and let me change you into this baby diaper then take that dirty thing outside, or you can get out and walk through the hall as you are. Your choice."

Rebecca whimpered again, and hated how it added to the position she was being forced into. "Can't you just let me shower?" she asked, grasping at straws. "You've let me do it befo..."

Matilda shook her head. "No. I'm sick of you arguing and I think its time for you to learn whose really in charge. If you had been a good baby and agreed to the costume I was nice enough to buy for you, then you could showery because you accepted that your a baby. Instead, I'll be changing you and treating you as my baby all night, and you better play the role or everyone will find out WHY I can make you dress like this. Get used to it and lie down."

Rebecca sighed and lay down on the bed. Matilda rubbed a hand over her diaper, settling on the massive, brown lump, which she patted. "Whooee stinky girl! You really did a number on your diaper, didn't you?

"Yes ma'am," she said. She closed her eyes as Matilda untapped her. She felt the front panel open, and the smell hit her.

"Oh god," she said, covering her nose with both hands. "Its disgusting!"

Matilda snickered and wrinkled her nose. "It is poopy pants. It really is disgusting that you did this. What a baby."

"Ohhh" came the only reply, as Rebecca found herself to humiliated to talk. She wished she could avoid looking, but ended up watching through her fingers with one eye open.

Rebecca could tell from Matilda's face that she found it disgusting as well. However, her enjoyment of Rebecca's embaressment overoad it, and she watched as the tall blond snickered and joked as she wiped her down.

"What a widdle baby! I really can't believe you did this. I mean, wetting yourself was one thing, but doing THIS? MESSING? Right in class too, and without anyone making you. You really are a baby."

Rebecca groaned and shook her head, but the bully smacked her thigh. "Hey? You really are a baby? Say it. Say it properly."

"I really am a baby ma'am."

"Good baby. I'm changing your diaper, the least you could do is treat me with a bit of respect."

There was a good reason why the bullies had initially given up on demanding she mess and changing her. Changing a full grown adult's messy diaper was no easy, or fast, task. The humiliatingly ordeal seemed to stretch on for hours as Matilda wiped her again and again. Finally, she dropped the evidence into a plastic bag and rubbed her hands with hand santizer, then picked up the fresh, printed diaper.

Rebecca groaned again. She had almost forgotten this part.

"Alright. Now its time to transform my regular own stinky pants- diaper girl into a real adult baby. Lift your bum up!"

"Please don't," Rebecca begged, but obeyed the instructions.

Matilda unfolded the diaper, clearly taking pleasure in her victim's expression. She lay it down, and pushed Rebecca's hips onto it, then tapped it snugly on. Next she pulled the socks over her feet. Rebecca realized she planned to not only diaper her, but dress her completely like a baby.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Apr 29, 2021 at 6:11 AM
Content: "Ok widdle baby, stand up."

Rebecca obeyed, and stood with her shoulders slumped. "No whining now," Matilda said, put the pacifier in her mouth, and took her shirt off. She stood in front of the bully, naked except for a diaper, and suckling like a baby.

"Arms up!" Matilda commanded. Rebecca obeyed, and found the onesie being pulled over her head. She worked her way around the blushing girl, buttoning the back flap of her onesie. "Good baby. Now sit on my lap."

Rebecca sighed, and sat down. She felt Matilda's hands running through her hair, collecting it into bunches. She groaned a she realized what was happening. She felt the ribbons being tied on either side of her head, then felt pats on her bottom encouraging her to stand up. Finally, she handed Rebecca her teddy bear.

The transformation was complete, and she was manhandled to face the mirror. Rather then seeing the intelligent, grown woman she liked to think of herself was, she saw an overgrown baby, hair in pigtails with giant bows, pacifier suckled in her pouting mouth, a childish onesie and thick, printed diaper clearly underneath, all over childish stockings.

"Where... why did you even get this?"

Matilda smiled in reply. She leaned in close to Rebecca, one hand on her shoulder, the other patting her diapered behind. "It was all online, honestly not too hard to find. We were going to use one from a costume store, but it just didn't feel... REAL enough. We wanted you to be the baby you are, not just a girl in a baby costume."

Rebecca sighed. "Do I really have to do this?"

"Mhmm, I planned our costumes together" she smiled. "It will be so cute! I really can't wait."

A few hours later, Rebecca found herself once again waddling, being lead by the hand through the hallway, blushing even deeper then usual. To match her baby costume, Matilda was wearing a "50's mom" costume, with a yellow pattern skirt and apron, except that it was far shorter and skimpier then anyone from the era would ever have worn. The contrast was obvious. Sexy, mature Matilda, 'cute', childish Rebecca, a mommy and her baby, off to a party. In case it wasn't clear enough, Matilda even carried a diaper bag, with bottles filled with, powder, and spare diapers sticking out, left deliberately visible. For her part, Rebecca just had to hold her teddy bear, suckle her pacifier, and keep quiet until spoken to. Matilda had coached her on a few phrases to match her role, including asking for her teddy bear with grabby hands, begging 'wan buh buh,' or telling people she was "mommy's baby." Added to it, Matilda drank a cider from a can, while Rebecca's beer filled baby bottles might as well have been apple juice to anyone watching.

Rebecca's stomach was twisted in a know of dread. She kept reminding herself that she was going to a costume party where no one would think anything of what she was wearing, but it was hard to convince herself. Matilda handed her a baby bottle full of beer to suckle, but it did little to add dignity or maturity to the ensemble.

The hallways were filled with the sounds, sights, and smells of party. People in costumes staggered around, drinking beer and blasting music, and the smell of alcohol was overwhelming. She wished she could say she fit in with her own costume and beer, but she still saw the glances and giggles her way. Most women tried to dress as provocatively as possible- the exact opposite of what she was doing. Her thick diapers and lose onesie were the polar opposite of the tight shorts she saw. If she wanted to blend in, then the last reaction she should go for is "awww so cute," but that was all she was getting. A Harley Quinn burst out laughing and shouted "That's adorable!" and her Joker chuckled, a group of pop star look-alikes pointed and whispered among themselves. She didn't even look to see who shouted "Can I change her" from behind, getting a chorus of laughs.

Matilda took her out the front door and into the cool night, where she could here parties from other dorms.

"Where are we going?" she asked, mumbling through her pacifier.

Matilda pated her hand. "Don't worry little one, just follow mommy and drink your bottle so your good and buzzed when we arrive."

Rebecca sighed and drank. She would have rolled her eyes, but in her humiliated state taking even that slight kind of stand was beyond her. Her experiences always made her think of different school rules, even the legal system. A thousand types of punishments would only encourage rebellion, a tiny bit of embaressment took the edge right out. Being able to roll her eyes took a level of confidence and smugness she didn't have when dressed like an overgrown infant.

"OH. MY. GOD. Is that her costume?!" The completely inane question come through the air in a high, lilting voice. In Rebecca's mind, something so stupid could only have come from...

"Hi you guys!" Matilda said to her friends. Erica, Vanessa and Samantha were all smiling and gawking at her, and they hugged each other. The girls then turned their attention toward Rebecca, who blushed and hung her head.

"Where did you even get that? Its SOOO CUTE!" Vanessa said.

"Its so perfect for her! Suits her perfectly," Erica added. "Don't you think so baby girl?

Rebecca nodded slowly, getting more laughter.

A black van pulled up, which Rebecca reasoned was an uber. They got in, and the dark haired, bearded driver with an intense smell of cologne chuckled. "Cute costumes," he said. "You two a pair?"

"Yep! She's my baby, and I'll be taking care of her tonight."

"All right," he laughed and turned the wheel.

Rebecca concentrated on her bottle. She didn't bother looking out the window, she really didn't have any way to change the result. She had been told they were going to a party, and she guess it was at another one of the frat houses around the campus Matilda and her friends liked to visit.

A few minutes later, she was proven right when she got out of the uber in front of a large, three story stone house full of the sounds shouting and "Ghostbusters" blasting into the night.
Uggh," she said as they approached. Another drunken party full of dumb frat boys and sorority girls fighting to get the other's attention with the one thing they had going for them. Girls making up for a lack of personality with a lack of clothing, guys using big muscles to compensate for small...

"Hey! We're here!" Matilda screamed at the house, and someone responded with "Whoo!" from inside.

They entered the house, and it was much as Rebecca expected. The building itself was old, with hard wood floors and walls. Years of college student abuse had taken its toll on them, and there were dents and marks everywhere, and most of the furniture was cheap and worn.

The entire building was packed. Each room had a different group- one dancing, another laughing and playing a card game, another standing around chatting, a third relaxing on couches and smoking something that probably wasn't cigarettes. They worked their way through each room, Matilda waving and smiling and people who returned the friendliness, Rebecca trying to do the same at people who coo'd and awed at her costume.

They walked into the kitchen. Bottles were laid on on a counter beside a keg, and people lined up to make drinks.

"Hey Matilda!" a brown haired girl dressed as a cat said. "Nice costume..." as she saw Rebecca, she gasped and her hands went to her mouth. "Oh. My. God. You're soooo cute! Where did you get that costume!?"

Rebecca hoped Matilda would answer, but instead she looked at Rebecca with an expecting smile. "Uhhhh... online costume store," she said finally.

A few other's noticed and gathered around with gasps and coos. Rebecca blushed as a circle formed around them, each one gawking at the adorable "baby" and her mature, attractive looking "mommy."

"That is such a cute idea!" the brunette said. "You two are such good friends to pull it off."

Matilda laughed. "Yes of course! She's my bestie baby!" she smacked Rebecca on the bottom and pulled her in.

A boy in a wig and maid's dress leaned over in his chair. He slurred his speech as he pointed at her onesie. "Is that a cu... an actual diaper?" he asked, pointing toward it. "It even looks like its printed."

Matilda beamed toward him. "Yes, we searched everywhere and were going to go with these cheap store bought ones, but then we found the CUTEST adult diapers online. You want to show them sweetie?"

Rebecca cringed inside but forced a smile. They had gone over the correct response here. "Yes, mommy," she said, eliciting more awws from the audience. She reached down and undid the bottom of her onesie.

The reaction to her purple printed diapers was even worse. Rebecca smiled and nodded through dozens of comments as Matilda laughed triumphantly and patted her bottom. When they all settled down, Matilda filled Rebecca's baby bottles with beer and handed her one. She poured herself a mixed drink, then led Rebecca by the hand into a living room full of people in costumes sitting on couches. A few people noticed them and waved. "Well it seems our costumes are a hit babykins, good job" she took a gulp of her drink. "Keep up the work and we might even win."

"I didn't know there was a competition," Rebecca said dryly.

So that was part of her game. Get everyone gushing over her "adorable" costume, and eventually they'll both stand in front of the entire party as they vote on the costumes.

"Yep! Keep playing your role well and we'll win too." Now, for the fun part," she pointed toward the far corner of the room. There sat a pair of boys in matching 'where's waldo" costumes, with sleeves cut short to show off bulging muscles.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 1, 2021 at 4:54 PM
Content: Rebecca immediately knew what was going on. They were exactly Matilda's type- strong, athletic, dark haired, all virtually identical. They might even have met them before, Rebecca had lost track of the guys Matilda had hit on with her, they all blended together.

The bully leaned in to whisper into her ear. "Alright. That one is Eric, who plays center on the hockey team. The guy next to him is Mark, his wingman. They are our hookup for the night they'll be expecting us."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. Yes, she had guessed it.

"I'm going to go up and sit next to Eric. That means YOU have to distract Mark. So, he's going to be your daddy for the night. Walk right up, sit in his lap like a a good baby, call him daddy and ask nicely if he'll feed you your buh-buh, look him in the eye and suck on it the "right" way. You know what that means?"

Rebecca nodded. "Yeah, I get it."

"Good. He'll be into it because he'll think its cute, and because it means I get to be with Eric. If you play your role well, pretend to be interested and give him what he wants, then it will go well for me too and I'll be happy tomorrow. If not, and they find out the real reason you're in diapers. Got it?"

Rebecca nodded. "Yes mommy," she said.

"Good baby. Who knows? Do well enough here and we might even leave you alone a bit."

Her eyes went wide.

"Now get to it diaper girl," she smacked her bottom to start her on her way, and they both walked over. Rebecca realized she was walking slowly to avoid slowly to avoid what was coming up, and tried to move faster. The boys noticed them approaching, and Mark looked at her right in the eye as she did. She looked at him and tried a seductive smile, then realized how ridiculous it was to try it when there was a pacifier in her mouth. He returned it by widening his eye in amusement.

Did she actually mean that? Play this role, flirt a bit with Eric's wing man, and they'll leave her alone? She didn't know if she believed it or not.

She sat right down in his lap and put an arm around his shoulder. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her.

"Hello baby girl. Can I help you?" he asked.

Rebecca felt like she was about to die inside, but kept pushing through. They had gone over how she was supposed to talk, and with Matilda right there and getting drunker by the minute, she didn't want to give her an excuse to push more then was. "Mhhhm," she said in her best 'cutesy" voice. "Hewwo daddy, want to feed my my buh-buh."

If everyone in the room had died at that instant, including herself, she would have been fine with it.

He chuckled and took the bottle. "Cute. Sure, I'll feed you your buh-buh baby girl."

He took the bottle and wrapped his free arm around her shoulders. She settled deeper into his lap then leaned back into his arm, doing her best impression of a baby being cuddled in her parent's arms. He put the bottle to her lips. She looked him in the eye, pursed her lips and began sucking.

The cool, bubbly beer hit the back of her throat, and almost wanted to gag. She was never a fan of beer, and only drank it to be social, but she had drank it more and more often since coming under the reign of her bullies. She put on the best show she could as Matilda wanted, and figured it was obvious what she was implying.

Her "daddy" seemed to take the hint and laughed. Once again, Rebecca wished the moment would just end.

A figure appeared in the doorway in front of her, then approached. It was a girl with long black hair dressed as a witch. She had a tall black conical hat, short sleeved and short skirted black dress, spider web stockings and held a broom. She looked down at Rebecca, winked at her, then reached over and ruffled her hair. Rebecca blushed, and the girl walked away.

The bottle was soon finished, and Mark pulled her back up toward him, then patted her back as if burping her, playing the role. As he did, Rebecca felt, and heard, a loud fart escape into her diaper. She gasped and put a hand to her mouth.

Mark laughed and patted her back. "Thats ok sweetie, I'd expect it from a baby. It is a good thing you are in those diapers though, isn't it?"

She smiled awkwardly. "Yes daddy. Very good."

More then anything she wanted a way out. Mark was WAY to sober and attentive for her to get away with the same things she did with the other drunken hook ups, and he seemed way too into his role. Dressing as a baby was one thing, spending the entire night being treated as one another.

Still, she had to keep playing. She looked over to Matilda, who was getting felt up by her match. They began kissing and making out on the couch. Realistically it might not be that much longer.

Mark saw where she was looking and smiled at her. "Well, your mommy's having fun. We can to if you want."

She made herself giggle. "Yes daddy."

"You know, this is such a cute costume idea. It looks so good on you too."

"Thanks daddy, I like your costume too."

"Would you want to..."

The words were lost on her as she felt his hands move around her, grabbing her bottom. She made herself smile back as she felt her diapered bottom get prodded. He clearly liked what she was wearing, and was pressing the padding right into her...

She gasped. That wasn't just his hands pressing her diaper into her. She felt the padding around her get warm and damp, then expand, and realized she was wetting herself.

She went into a small panic. Wetting was fine, she had done it countless times and was used to it. However, normally that was with a much thicker diaper, much better covered, and without a roomful of eyes to see or a boy's lap and hands to feel it.

She looked back at Matilda. They were still grabbing at each other, and she imagined they were just waiting for a room to open up.

She tried to act normal and pay attention to Mark. However, the stream pouring into her diaper wouldn't stop. She cursed herself and wondered how that beer could have gone through her so quickly. If it kept up, she could have a real problem. She doubted her diaper could hold much more.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 4, 2021 at 11:32 PM
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TheMatrixIsComing said:

Hope it doesn't leak!

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LOL THAT would be hard to explain. Plus she'd ruin the poor muscle boys Wheres Waldo costume

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 6, 2021 at 7:26 PM
Content: "Umm one second daddy. I need to, uhh... go to the bathroom."

He looked down at her diaper and patted her. "It looks to me like your all set," he laughed.

She made herself laugh too and stood up. "I'll be just one second." She ran, or more waddled, away and up a flight of stairs.

After some searching she found what she was looking for. A large, quiet bathroom, on the second floor away from the crowd. She walked in, closed and locked the door, and sighed.

She undid her onesie and examined her diaper in the mirror. There was no hiding what she had done. It was soaked, stained yellow and twice its normal size. If she went down with this on, it wouldn't be too long before someone noticed. If she tried sitting down again... she shuddered, thinking about trying to explain herself after her diaper leaked onto Mark's pants.

She considered her options. She could run to Matilda and try to beg for a change. However... that would mean going back through the entire house and having to explain to Mark that she was leaving again a second later. She didn't know how she could subtly ask for a change with everyone around her, and Matilda was drunk enough that she might say it outload anyway. Even if she agreed, then what? Walk through the house with a spare diaper in her hand and come back only wearing one? Or perhaps get lead by Matilda into a bathroom, diaper bag in tow, then hope no one guessed she was being changed? All after telling people she was going to the bathroom?

She couldn't just throw it out and return without a diaper. Matilda would instantly notice, as would anyone who was paying attention. Plus... what would she do with the soggy diaper? She looked at the open, uncovered diaper pail. She couldn't leave it there, everyone had seen her wearing it. She couldn't take it through the house, people would notice.

Much as she hated it, her best bet might be to try to call Matilda, ask her to come to the bathroom, and just hope she's nice about it. She scoffed. Since when was Matilda nice about anything? Still, it may be her best bet. She reached into her pocket...

And remembered that she didn't have them, and her cell phone was sealed away in her "mommy's" diaper bag, as babies didn't need to worry about such things.

She hung her head and almost sobbed. That left two options. Running away, which would mean the bullies posting her pictures, and having to wait outside in a soggy diaper until they came back with her building keys anyway. The other was to squeeze the wetness out of the diaper and hope for the best, which was disgusting. She sighed, gagged and put a hand to her stomach as it turned in disgust, then walked toward the toilet.

"You don't need to do that you know," a voice said.

Rebecca gasped and turned toward the sound. The witch girl from earlier was standing in the bathroom, arms folded, giving a condescending smile and watching her.

"How... how did you get in here?" Rebecca said as she reached to her onesie and tried to cover the soggy diaper.

The girl walked toward her and brushed her hands away, and she was too shocked to fight. "I'm a witch silly. Here, let me see the damage. That's a good baby."

Rebecca backed away again and tried to cover it. "No, don't, and I mean really how did you..."

"And I told you to let me see and that I got in because I'm a witch. Now let me see that diaper, its far from the first soggy diaper on an adult baby I've seen."

"No, get..."

She was about to say "out," when the pacifier she had dropped earlier reappeared in her mouth and expanded so she couldn't speak. Her arms went up to her head on their own accord, and her onesie opened.

"I told you I'm a witch, babykins. Its not a good idea to argue with witches, especially ones that might help you, soggy pants." She knelt down and examined her underwear. She ran a hand under it and pressed it, then giggled. "Yep, you really did a number on your diapers. That's quite the accident!"

Rebecca finally managed to spit out the pacifier again. "How... how did you..."

"Still not getting it? I'm a witch, and I'm here to help you."

Rebecca's mind spun. This really couldn't be happening. The practical part of her mind told her magic didn't exist, and yet here she was.

"Wait," she said. "I know you! I've seen you a few times. You're always winking at me! You were there when... when..."

"When Matilda first noticed you were a diaper girl? Yes, I remember. I was also at that party just before you messed your diapers in front of half the school. And yes, I know that's what happened, I'm a witch. So?"

"So..." Rebecca's mind spun. At first she thought there was a point, but it faded into fog. "So, what are you, uhh... going to do?"

She smiled. "Good baby. Coming along nicely. You really are a clever little girl, you know that?"

Rebecca blushed, hating herself for liking the complement. After all the embarrassing moments, it was nice to have something to be proud of.

"I'm going to help you with your bully problem, babykins."

"YOu are? Why?"

"Why? Maybe I identify with you." She lifted up her skirt and Rebecca gasped as she saw a thick, white diaper. "Always a bit embarrassing. Sometimes it feels so childish." She snapped her finger, and the diaper turned into a printed one like Rebecca wore.

"How did you...?"

"I'm a witch, silly babykins. Still learning?" She snapped a finger, and Rebecca gasped as her witch costume turned into a Japanese style school girl dress, something Rebecca would have expected from cosplay. She gasped again when she realized her clothes had made the same change, and they were both in matching costumes. "I know its hard to learn, I myself can feel like such a dunce." She snapped a finger again, and her witch hat turned into a dunce cap.

The witch laughed. "Getting it now, babykins? Or do you need one too?"

"No no alright I get it!" Rebecca said as a dunce cap appeared on her head.

"Good," She snapped her fingers, and her costume turned back into the witches' hat and dress, and Rebecca's returned to the baby onesie. Rebecca looked down to where the witch still held her skirt up to show her diaper, then she snapped her finger, and it became regular underwear. She let the skirt drop. "Of course, I have more control, so I don't actually need to wear them. I just wanted to see your face, and let you think you weren't alone for a second."

Rebecca nodded. None of it made sense, but she decided to go along with what she saw. "OK, I believe you. What do you want from me?"

"As I said babykins, I have a problem with bullies. Those three girls picking on you for a disability just isn't right in my books. So, I'm going to help you. First of all..."

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 7, 2021 at 7:08 PM
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LifeGoesOn223 said:

Wow, what a turn of events!

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Definitely! More coming now

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 7, 2021 at 7:11 PM
Content: The witch held up a hand, snapped her fingers, and a fresh diaper, identical to the one Rebecca wore but dry, appeared.

"Oh my god! Please yes, that's so wonderful!" She was elated. At her worst moment, a solution to her problem unexpectedly came.

The witch chuckled. "Well thank you babykins. Now, lie down. It's time for a diapie change, potty pants."

Rebecca looked at her. "Can I, ummm.. Can I do it?"

The witch shook her head. "No, it has to be me."

"Why?"

She shrugged. "Reasons. Magic reasons beyond none magic understanding."

"Well I... i don't know..."

The witch glared at her. "Really? Then you can go and ask Matilda to change your pampers. Oh, and by the way, she's drunk and wants to make a game out of changing you in front of the party. Would you rather that?"

Rebecca shook her head. That sounded horrible.

"Good. Then lie down and ask me nicely to change you. Frankly if I'm helping you the LEAST you could do is obey me. If I say I'm going to change your diaper, I'm going to change your diaper. Got it?"

Rebecca cringed. The witch was starting to sound almost like her bullies. Still, it was better then the alternative. She obeyed and lay down on the ground. "Please change my pampers, miss witch." She hated using the word "pampers" to describe them, it was a thought she never wanted applied to her underwear, but she didn't want to push it any more then she already had.

"Good babykins," the witch said. She knelt down.

"Can you at least stop calling me that?" Rebecca asked, blushing. She appreciated the girl was going to help her with bullies, but she could begin by not talking to her the same way.

The self-proclaimed witch smiled. "I can. I can also call you what I want if i'm going to help you, babykins. I'm not doing it to be mean, I just think you are cute. So, do you want my help?"

Rebecca glared. She supposed it was a bit different- the witch was referring to the costume she had already been made to wear, rather then making her wear it. "Yes."

"Good babykins.

This was a routine Rebecca was now used to, and so, it seemed, was the witch. With expert deftness, she untapped the soggy diaper, wiped her down, powdered her, and had her diapered back up, smiling and humming. It went far faster then it ever had with the bullies, and she felt far fresher, and the diaper far more snug and comfortable. The witch finished by snapping her fingers, and pen marks appeared on the diaper to match the bully's "signature," then she snapped it again and the wet diaper disappeared.

"That's amazing!" How many problems would THAT little spell have helped?

"Good, thank you babykins. Now I'm not quite done with you yet," the witch continued. "I promised to help with your little bully problem, and I will. First thing first, we are going to even the playing field. If you agree, then all the picture's in the bullies' phones will "mysteriously," be locked so they won't be able to see them or send them anywhere.

"You can do that!?" Rebecca said, amazed.

She laughed. "Oh, I can do much more. I said I would even the playing field, and that isn't quite even yet. Matilda had power over you, I'm giving you power over her."

She held out a hand, and Rebecca felt a cold wave rush over her. "If you agree, you will have control over some of her... functions. Allow me to demonstrate."

She closed her hand, and Rebecca felt her bowels rumble and her bladder fill.

"What... what are you doing?" she put a hand to her back and squeezed tightly to stop from having another, much worse, problem.

"Showing you what I can do." She opened her hand, and the feeling stopped.

"Matilda made fun of you for not being able to control your bladder, and made you mess yourself. So, you will now be able to control all THEIR functions. You will be able to suddenly fill her bladder and bowels as much as you want. That will send her running to the closest toilet, and if you want you can keep adding more until she can't hold it. Or..." she squeezed her hand again.

Rebecca gasped as she suddenly started messing her diaper. She didn't feel anything inside her, but much rushed out of her and into the waiting plastic. She put her hands down to her bottom and squeezed her legs, trying her best to stop it, but to no avail. The smell hit her like a hammer, and she gagged.

The witch opened her hand again, and it stopped. "You can make her wet or mess herself whenever you want. What you do from there is up to you. Take pictures to blackmail her in return, keep her in diapers, or just make her have random accidents in public. Hell, if you plan it right, you could probably make her into your full time adult baby."

"Why would I want that?" Rebecca said in a broken voice. She was still doubled over and clutched at her stomach from the unexpected torrent.

The witch laughed. "Never mind." She waved her hand, and Rebecca felt her diaper contract. She looked down and was amazed to see it was suddenly clean.

"Tha... thank you." She said.

"You're welcome diaper girl."

"Wait... you changed me earlier."

"Yes, what about it babykins?"

"Why didn't you... didn't you..." There was a connection there. Rebecca searched for it, but found her mind full of fog, and the idea disappeared. She shook her head. "Never mind. What do you want in return? Why are you doing this all for me?"

The witch smiled and patted her cheek. "Silly baby. Don't ask stupid questions." She grabbed the pacifier that hung from Rebecca's shirt and put it in her mouth. "That's better. I'm doing this because I don't like seeing bullies be mean to adorable little babies. Ok? No talking with the paci, nod your head if yes."

Rebecca nodded.

"As for if I want anything in return... Lets just say I like taking care of little adult babies, so I get that in return. However, if I ever come by and ask something, I expect you to obey, alright?"

Rebecca nodded again.

"So, we have a deal?" she held out a hand to shake. Rebecca looked at it, then took it and shook. "Good girl. You'll get your powers over Matilda tomorrow. Until then, be a good baby for your mommy, obey her, sit in your new daddy's lap, and behave yourself. Oh, and a suggestion? Take it slowly. Rush it too much and it will be obvious something is up. Of course you're a smart baby, I'm sure you figured that out already."

Rebecca nodded. The idea hadn't even crossed her mind in fact, but if the witch thought she was smart enough to realize it she didn't want to give her a reason to think otherwise. In response, the witch smiled, brushed her hair back, then took her head in both hands and kissed her forehead. She laughed, snapped her fingers, and disappeared.

Rebecca stood in a gaze. She wondered what time it was. Part of her head told her the conversation must have taken a long time, but it felt like only a few minutes passed.

Someone knocked at the door. "Rebecca? Baby? Are you in there misbehaving?" Matilda said. The door swung open and Rebecca jumped- it seemed the lock was undone after all.

Matilda looked her up and down. She folded her arms. "What are you doing? Do you need a diaper change?" She looked down at her underwear and grabbed it.

"No I'm fine," Rebecca said. Or more, she tried to say. She found she couldn't speak with the pacifier. She tried to spit it out, and for a moment, it stayed in. Matilda watched her with an eyebrow raised. Finally she reached up and pulled it out of her lips.

"No, I'm fine. Just checking my make up Mommy."

"Make up? Since when do you..." she shook her head. "Whatever. Are you finished? Mark was wondering where you went."

"Of course. I'm sorry mommy, I'll be a good baby," Rebecca said. She smiled and walked past her, leaving Matilda to gawk at her back.

She knew the bully would be surprised by her sudden confidence in her 'role,' but with the knowledge of what was coming later, she was fine to play along. She'd be a perfect little baby, obey her mommy, sit on the boy's lap, flirt with him and and call him daddy, let mommy have her fun and play her games, and then...

And then it was her turn.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 19, 2021 at 4:00 AM
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Diaperboy10 said:

Is there going to be more

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Yes! Hopefully soon

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jul 8, 2021 at 6:14 PM
Content: "Yes its fine, but you could do better. Like that other girl there, see? She got awards in half her classes. Maybe ask her how she did it?"

"But dad, I tried my best! I studied really hard!"

"Did you? I remember a lot of nights you were out, then a lot of missed assignments. I bet she didn't miss any."

Matilda looked at her father, and at the girl he was pointing to. She knew her, the girls name was Rebecca. Matilda looked at her with her neat, ironed dress, red hair tied back... then at herself in her bunny with her own hair in pigtails. They were the same age, but everything from the way she dressed to the way she talked just seemed more mature, and she had the grades to back it up.

"Look all I'm saying is you did fine this semester, but think of how much better you could do next one? Maybe talk to different people who got A's and see how they did it."

"Alright daddy, I'll talk to her."

...

Matilda looked at her from down the hall. She was sitting by her locker, reading.

"Ummm, give me a minute guys," she said to her friends.

She walked down the hall, and in a rare moment for her, felt shy. She walked down quietly. When she neared the girl, she breathed in heavily, and did her best upbeat, social persona.

"Hi!" she said. "I'm Matilda!"

"Yes, I know. We've been in six classes together." Rebecca said without looking up from her book.

"Right," she said. Bad start. "Well ummm... what are you doing?"

"Reading."

Matilda kicked herself. "RIght. I can see that."

"Then why did you ask?"

"I..."

The girl rolled her eyes and sighed, then looked at Matilda. "What do you want? Some kind of prank or joke?"

"No I..."

"Alright then. I'm trying to read. Go away."

"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out some time?"

She laughed. "Right. With you and your dumb friends? Why would I want that? Go away."

"My friends aren't" she was about to say "dumb", but realized the conversation wasn't going anywhere. "Ok, bye."

Rebecca didn't respond as she walked away.

...

"Alright, you should all have your tests back by now. Remember, no sharing marks with each other."

"For our next assignment, I'm going to be breaking you off into pairs. These groups were assigned randomly because I want you to work with each other and not just pair off with your one friend. So, first pair, Earon and Roger, next, Alex and Kacey..." As their names were called, students got up and began moving to their partner's desks.

The teacher went on, but Matilda ignored the names. She looked excitedly at her test. 78%! A B+! No it wasn't her best mark, but accounting was one of her worst subjects, and she had been struggling. This would definitely boost her marks and mean she was all but guaranteed to pass.

"Matilda and Rebecca," the teacher said.

Matilda looked up from her test, then across the room at Rebecca. Rebecca sunk her head into her hands, noticeably disappointed, and a few people giggled. She got up and walked over.

Matilda watched her nervously. She knew the girl didn't like her, but hopefully they could get along. If it went well, it might mean her marks go up even further.

Rebecca settled her binder on the desk beside Matilda and sat down with a sigh. "Alright, look, I want to do well on this to keep my average. I don't need you lowering my..." Her eyes went wide. "Is that your test? 78%?!"

"Yes it is," Matilda said proudly. Hopefully that would smooth things over.

Rebecca reached into her binder and took out her own test. She showed Matilda her the front, where "95%" was written in big numbers. "This isn't fair," she said. "I always work so hard then other people come in and ruin it for me. I'm going to talk to the teacher. I don't want to fail because some preppy girl doesn't want to work. This isn't fair." She said again.

Matilda hung her head.

...

Matilda jumped up and down with the other new cheerleaders, laughing. They had just been accepted onto the team- only a handful out of dozens of applicants.

Matilda smiled. She thought back about her years at school, her parents, the pressure... They always wanted her to be a straight A student so she could get a scholarship. They reminded her of the cost of university and how hard it was these days, and told her horror stories about millennials who would spend decades in debt and never afford a home.

However, try as she might, she never got the marks they wanted. If she wanted a scholarship, she needed to do it a different way.

As it happened, her school had one. The cheerleading team was one of the most prestigious in the area. They constantly won competitions and had made it to nationals several times. If she played it well, a spot on the team could mean an athletic scholarship to a good university, then graduating with less debt, and then... The future was hard to tell, but she was on the right track.

The team walked out to the front of the school and chatted as they waited for their parents to come to pick them up. The air outside was warm and clear, and scented from the woods nearby the school. The sun was setting and the shadows reached toward her. The students got picked up one after another, and the group dwindled.

Another person was coming out of the school. Matilda saw the door open, and Rebecca came out, followed by a few others.

"Oh, Rebecca," she said, confused. "Were you at try outs? I didn't see you."

"Try outs?" she replied. She looked quizzically at Matilda, then glanced up and down her outfits. She laughed. "Oh. Cheerleading. Of course you're a cheerleader. No, I was at Model U.N. You know, for people who aren't... cheerleader types." She laughed, and the others laughed with her.

Two cars pulled up, and Matilda recognized her father's black Mercedes. Her father, a tall man with a short trimmed beard, hit a button to open the door. She got in, the thrill of making the team slightly lessened.

Her father looked out the window. "Hey, isn't that that Rebecca girl?" He pointed forward to an older red sedan, slightly damaged, where Rebecca was climbing in. "She was always a smart girl. Why can't you make friends like that? Maybe she could help you, and you could get into school with an academic scholarship. Along with your cheerleading, I mean."

"Yeah, I..." she saw the girl climb in to the smaller car, and her skirt rode up as she bent over. For a brief second, she noticed something white and thick poking out. She tried to determine what it was, but before she could be sure of what she saw, Rebecca smoothed down her skirt.

Her dad was still happy she made the team, but she still knew her parents always wanted her to be a more academic type, like Rebecca. They'd celebrate and she'd get her scholarship, but deep down she'd always feel like she disappointed them, even if they didn't show it. Why was it so important? And why couldn't she be more like Rebecca, the star student? And what was it she had seen...

A diaper. It was a diaper. Of course it was. The memory came back. Rebecca, the girl who had always looked down on her and made her feel like she was worthless, wore diapers. She had seen them at university, which she had already gotten into. These were all dreams, or memories, and happened a long time ago. In the real world, she could finally get back at her. Rebecca might think she was so smart and Matilda was so stupid, but at least she could go a day without wetting the bed. She began to laugh, though she knew the laughter was still making up for the rest.

...

Matilda woke up from the terrible dreams. Not just dreams, memories, and shockingly clear and accurate when she saw them. She felt tears forming, and fought them back. It was like a collection of her worst moments, all replayed, and it was tough remembering. She felt shame deep inside her, embaressment from all the times people had looked down on her, made fun of her, thought she was dumb... but at least she didn't wear diapers.

Her alarm went off. It was time to get up anyway. She sat up, and...

She stopped, wondering what the strange feeling was. Something felt damp.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jul 12, 2021 at 5:41 AM
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MichiganDL89 said:

Keep it up

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thanks! more is up now

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jul 12, 2021 at 5:42 AM
Content: She put her hand under her blankets. Had she been crying? No, there was way too much, and it smelt like...

"No!" she said, throwing back the blankets. She turned on the light and saw a wide damp spot on her bed. "Oh no non no no..." she repeated, but the answer was obvious.

She had wet the bed. Soaked it, in fact, like a toddler. Or like Rebecca, the thought came. Except that Rebecca would have been wearing a diaper. I may not be the smartest, but at least I don't wear diapers, the slightly re-phrased thought came back into her head.

She began to panic, trying to think of how it could have happened. She had been drinking the night before, but that never caused her to...

The door swung open, and she threw the blanket back over her bed as fast as she could. "Well well well, what do we have hear?" Rebecca said in a smug voice. She was in her pajamas, with her back pack on and her phone out. The obvious bulge of her diaper under her pants told Matilda she was wet.

"I...Uhhh..." Matilda decided her best bet was to try to pretend it didn't happen and take control as soon as possible. "None of your business! What are you doing in my room without permission, diaper girl? You want me to spread those photos?"

She could have sworn Rebecca smiled before going into a face of horror. Even then, it seemed weaker then before. "No, I don't want that! Sorry Ma'am!"

"You better be! Anyway, how did you get in?"

"The door was unlocked. You said to meet you in the morning."

"Right." She had come back to the room drunk the night before, and often left it unlocked when she did. It was definitely possible. Still...

Rebecca was glancing down toward her bed and smirking. Matilda stepped toward her and raised her voice. "Hey! Diaper girl! Do you need a change? Let me check that diaper!"

"Yes ma'am," Rebecca said passively. She pulled down her pants, exposing her underwear for inspection.

Matilda looked down at it. "Seems you once again earned your place as out little... diaper girl." Normally Matilda liked to switch up the names she called her in order to get the best reactions, and realized using the same honestly uncreative nickname three times in a row was not normal, but her mind was elsewhere. "Potty pants," would probably have been better. She hoped Rebecca didn't notice. "Bring me a diaper. You're obviously too much of a baby to take care of yourself, you need someone more mature and intelligent to change you."

Once again, she could have sworn Rebecca fought back a smile. "Shall I lay on your bed so you can change me, Ma'am?"

"Yes... I mean no. Actually I have no time."

"Really Ma'am? I thought you didn't have your first class until 10? I'm sure it wouldn't take long, I'm perfectly fine to lay down and let you change me. I really learned my lesson last night, and I know who deserves to be in charge." She began to move toward the bed and reach for the covers.

"No!" Matilda pushed her hand back. "Uhhh I gave you an order diaper girl! Don't make me make you stand in the corner!" She cursed herself again, she felt like the words were being forced out. "Besides, I don't want to touch your disgusting diapers."

"Yes I understand. Pissing yourself overnight really is gross."

"I... yeah." Rebecca was acting strangely, and Matilda couldn't pinpoint what it was. Could she know? If that were the case, she'd probably be fighting back. Either way, Matilda felt that Rebecca was no where near as worried as she normally was, and wanted to drive the point home.

"You know what? You are right," Matilda said. "Its really gross that you wet yourself like that. Plus, you messed yourself on Friday. So..." she walked toward her closet and took out both bags of diapers, the normal white ones and the printed ones. "Today I want you in double... no triple diapers. First two white ones then a printed cushies diaper over it. Someone who is such a baby like you should have a proper baby diaper to go with it, not white adult diapers. If anyone sees, I want them to know you are wearing it because your an incompetent baby." Once again repetitive, but it drove the point home. She took the diapers out and handed them to Rebecca.

That got her attention. Rebecca's eyes went wide for a second. "Oh really..." she started, then stopped. She took the offered diapers in her hands. "Alright Ma'am. I will do that. Obviously someone like me who can't control themselves should be in printed baby diapers. Thick ones too, so they can't be hidden behind skirts."

"I... yes." Matilda wondered why she agreed so readily. "Also, I know the weather is getting colder but that is no excuse to hide what you are. I want you in your short skirts or tight pants. Let me see before you go to class."

"Shall I just come in again when ready?"

"No! Knock then come in."

"Alright." She shoved the diapers in her back back and turned to leave. She then stopped and tilted her head up. "Say, does it smell funny in here? Its a smell I know but can't quite put my finger on."

"Obviously you are smelling your own soaking wet diapers, Ms. Potty Pants. Now go!" She spanked Rebecca hard.

"Ah, of course. I will see you soon."

The door slammed shut, and Matilda sat down on her bed, breathing hard. That had been close. Rebecca really did seem to be acting different, and she wondered if she knew. She told herself it was impossible, Rebecca would have said something. Still... she had her phone out. One photo of her in a soaked bed could completely switch the game around.

She stood up and forced her sheets into a laundry bag. Most people would be going to class soon. If she played her cards right, no one would see. That would take care of one problem.

She looked at the bed. That left a second, much worse problem. Was it better to cover it incase someone came in? Or to leave it uncovered and open the window so it aired out? Was there something made for this kind of problem? She went through her phone, trying to find a solution.

There was a knock at the door. She sprang up and threw her spare blanket over the damp spot, then went to the door.

Rebecca was standing in it and walked in. As demanded, she was wearing a short skirt, and Matilda could see the bulge of her triple thick diaper underneath.

"New blankets ma'am? Something wrong with the last ones?" she asked.

Matilda's mind raced. "Just cleaning. Something mature adults do once in a while."

"Of course ma'am." Rebecca put a hand to her face. Was she smirking!?

"Now. Skirt up. Let me check your diapers, baby girl."

Rebecca lifted her skirt, and Matilda saw the purple stripes and little designs of the 'adult baby' diaper she had made her wear. Though realistically she could already tell it was layered, she made a point of pulling it forward and counting each one. She then reached around and patted Rebecca on her diaper's rear and dropped the skirt. "Good baby," she said. "Obeying well. And don't you look so cute! You know I can see your widdle pampers peaking out from beneath your skirt even now, right?"

That got the right reaction Rebecca blushed and hung her head down. "Yes ma'am," she said.

Matilda turned her to face a her mirror and pointed at where the bottom of the padding was visible. "Are you sure? You see it there? Because I'm sure everyone else will."

Rebecca looked and blushed deeper. "Yes ma'am."

Matilda could sense Rebecca's changing mood. She couldn't tell if the signs of defiance earlier were real imagined, but after the dreams from the night before and the horrible discovery in the morning, she wasn't taking any chances. She decided to drive the point home and ensure the girl would never show pride or stand up to her again.

She forcibly turned Rebecca around. "Now look back at the mirror. See how your pwetty little diapies stick out? See how you can tell? Do you think anyone walking behind you will have any doubt what your wearing?"

Rebecca shook her head. "No ma'am."

"Good baby. You think anyone will miss the crinkling of your triple thick baby diapers? I could hear you coming from down the hall."

"No ma'am."

"Good. Then I want you to go out today and attend every class you have. Be a good little baby, and spend all day wearing those same diapers. No potty, no changes until tonight. I want you to spend all day wondering if anyone notices your crinkly behind or the cute padding sticking out. Take your lunch in the dining room when its at the most crowded, and spend your breaks and spares in the library or courtyard, no going back to your room to hide. Oh, and take the stairs, no elevator."

Rebecca raised her eyebrows. "Stairs?" she asked.

"Yes. I want you going up the stairs so anyone behind you can get a good upskirt view of them."

"I see," she blushed deeper.

"Oh, and take a picture after each accident and sent it to me. Wet and messy. Take them in the public bathrooms, in front of the mirror, not in a stall, and with your skirt completely off. You can pull down the top two diapers for the photo, then back up for a second. I will be checking your diapers when you come back to see if you missed any, and you better not have."

She could tell Rebecca was squirming. Her eyes were watering, and she looked like she wanted to cry. "Are we done then? You'll be a good baby and follow your orders?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good baby. Now go!" she smacked Rebecca on the behind.

"Ow!" she shouted, and rubbed it. "Wait, Matilda?" she asked.

"Yes little diaper girl?"

"Why are you doing this to me? I mean, you've done so much before, but never like this."

Matilda smiled at her. "Awww. Did it make you upset little one? I'm just making sure we all know who is in charge."

Rebecca looked at her in the eye, and for a moment she thought she saw the resistance in her eyes again. "Yes, I suppose we will see whose in charge."

She kept looking at her, and Matilda felt her expression go from imposing to confused. She quickly blocked it and put on her best poker face, then spanked Rebecca gain. "Now go baby girl. I'll see you in the afternoon class. You better be sitting right at the front with a seat saved for me, and you better be good and stinky."

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jul 15, 2021 at 5:35 PM
Content: Matilda hummed to herself as she walked to class, the morning's issues behind her. Her plan to hide the nights... mistakes... went off without a hitch. A spare in the morning meant she had easy access to the washing machine, and some baking powder bought at a corner store had cleared out any sign of dampness on her bed. A vacuum and a day in the air and sun had done the rest, and no one would ever know she wet herself. She had told herself to be careful to go to the bathroom after drinking heavily, and was sure she'd never have the same problem again.

More importantly, the rest of her day reinforced her control over her favorite diapered toy in the best way. Picture after picture had come in to her phone from Rebecca's, first of soaked diapers, then of full, and each time ending with the humiliatingly printed, triple thick diapers. She pictured her standing in the bathroom, nervously taking off her skirt and snapping photos, praying that no one would come in, then going back to class to sit in her mess and pray no one notice the smell as she tried to concentrate in her itchy diapers. She pictured her waddling through the halls, thick diaper peaking out from under her skirt, hoping no one could hear the crinkle, and wondering if every giggle was directed at her behind. She could only imagine the girl's humiliation, and it was a delicious though. She rode the feelings of power. Especially after the previous night's dreams, it felt good to be in control and to be the one humiliating Rebecca instead of vise versa, in a way Rebecca could never do back to her.

She turned into the large auditorium like classroom, where the professor was already setting up. She saw Rebecca, sitting front row center as instructed, smiled, and walked toward her.

Walking in front of a class was always fun for her, especially in jam packed classrooms where she couldn't help but rub up against people. Dressed in her tightest, lowest cut pants, she had always revelled in the boys looks. She didn't care if high waisted pants were in style now, she wanted them all to see the top of her underwear, and loved knowing that every time she bent over in front of them (which she did as often as she could) they'd be staring. That, combined with her tight and equally low cut shirts, was designed to attract the exact opposite type of attention as Rebecca might get. The two added to the fun- knowing Rebecca would be blushing, worried if anyone noticed her, while she herself went out of her way for attention.

She got to Rebecca and sat down as the professor began to speak. She looked down to Rebecca's legs and saw the swollen padding under her skirt. Rebecca folded her legs and closed them as tight as the padding would allow, which wasn't much. More importantly, though she was in thickly layered diapers, Matilda could still detect the faint smell of them. She smirked at Rebecca and waved a hand in front of her nose without speaking. Rebecca blushed and hung her head.

The professor droned on about something to do with psychology, oddly mixed with cosmetics. Matilda never really paid attention to this class, it was normally boring and pointless, and she'd just steal Rebecca's notes later. She held her phone down beneath the desk and switched between glancing at it and pretending to pay attention.

The feeling came on quicker then she could have imagined. She was drinking water, and hadn't even had coffee that day. However, her bladder began aching, begging for release. She squirmed, folding her legs and looking desperatly at the clock. It was a full half hour until class ended.

She tried to calm herself. It was only a half hour, she could hold it that long.

She gasped. The pressure suddenly doubled, and she felt a bit squirt into her pants.

She raised a hand. "Excuse me, miss?"

The teacher turned on her. "EXCUSE ME STUDENT. I was speaking. Just raising your hand doesn't give you permission to speak, wait until you are called and don't interrupt. Other people are trying to learn. Now, if we apply the eyeshadow, we can see a decrease in rates of anxiety. We know this isn't just a random correlation because..."

Matilda kept her hand up as the professor prattled on. The professor- Matilda had forgotten her name, if she ever learned it to begin with- liked to draw things out before responding. She liked control, a feeling Matilda normally would identify with, but in this moment was infuriating.

Another squirt, and with it, something far, far worse. She gasped as a loud spurt of gas escaped, without warning, into her pants.

A few people around her giggled and she blushed. Another came, then another, and she felt her stomach turn over on itself. If she didn't get to a bathroom fast, a bit of wetness would be the last of her problems.

People were definitely beginning to notice. The sounds came loud and fast, and the smell came right after. She almost gagged, it was almost as bad as Rebecca's diapers.

Speaking of her diaper girl, she looked at the red head and noticed her smiling. More farts came, and Rebecca smirked more with each one. When she noticed Matilda looking, she waved a hand in front of her face, imitating Matilda's own earlier action. Rage built inside of her, but before she could even think of what to do about it, her stomach turned again even worse, and she felt herself wet a bit more.

"Miss Tweedledee," she guessed at the name from her curving writing on the board. Matilda wasn't a fan of cursive, though she was about to curse if she didn't get the woman's attention. "I need to go, please!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" the professor shouted. "You see anyone else making a scene?"

"No," she squeaked.

"Then sit down and pay attention, or I'll have you come to the board to answer a question in front of the class. From your last test scores, you REALLY don't want that," she finished, and the class burst out laughing.

Matilda sank back down, face burning at the slight. Since when did professors say stuff like that to students? She'd have to report her, perhaps tell her paren...

The thought was interrupted by another squirt and more farts. She looked at the clock. Only twenty minutes left, she told herself, but she knew her time was running out faster. Worse, people were laughing all around her.

"YOU! STUDENT!" the professor said, and Matilda was glad she clearly didn't learn names either. "Are you the one making all this commotion? Normally its your red-haired friend" - and another name she didn't remember, of a top student too- "and now its you. Do you think this is funny?"

"No," Matilda said. The shouting had brought the class to silence and drawn the attention to her, and her bottom chose that moment to let out the loudest fart yet. The entire class erupted, and Matilda doubled over and began gasping and moaning as more came.

"OUT!" the professor shouted. "Enough of your jokes! I won't have my class be distracted by a D level student!"

"C!" Matilda said, but was already running out. She heard Rebecca's voice speaking afterward, but didn't bother to listen to what she said.

She stumbled around the hallway. She had to find a bathroom, fast. She glanced down the hall way and power walked, clenching her legs together, toward the bathroom. She reached the door.

The feeling stopped. All of it. A second ago she was doubled over, minutes away from simultaneously pissing and crapping her pants, and as soon as she touched the bathroom it was gone.

She stood still and caught her breath. There was nothing. The signs of it were still there. She had clearly been sweating and there was a small damp spot on the front of her pants. However, none of the feeling was.

She looked back toward the class. There was no point in going back, it was almost over. More importantly, she couldn't. She shuddered. She didn't want to show her face in there right now, and considered dropping the class all together later.

She walked toward the stairwell leading outside when she heard footsteps. She turned to see Rebecca.

She glared. Once again she needed to regain control, and she couldn't let that hand wave go unpunished. "Hello DIAPER GIRL," she said, louder then normal. "I thought I smelled you coming. What are you doing out of class, people get sick of your stench?"

In return, Rebecca just smiled. "Are you sure that is the attitude you want to take right now, MA'AM?" The last word was so drenched in sarcasm that Matilda was rendered speechless.

"I... I don't..." she stopped herself. She needed control, now more then ever. She took out her phone. "You better change your attitude or those pictures are getting sent RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW." She normally didn't swear, but she was desperate.

Rebecca laughed. She LAUGHED. Matilda stared, wondering what it could mean.

"Go ahead, try it. See if you can," she said.

Matilda felt her mouth hang open, then reached for her phone. "Oh yeah, I'll show you! I will," she cut off when she looked at it.

The pictures were gone. Hundreds of photos, saved in different locations, all gone. She checked her messages from Rebecca, where she knew she had received diapered photos just that day, and many before it, and nothing. She checked the cloud, nothing.

She looked quizzically at Rebecca. "How did you, what did you do?"

"Never you mind, this will all make sense later. Come on, lets go outside," she took Matilda by the hand and took her down the stairs and toward the door.

A bewildered Matilda let herself be lead "Why are we going outside?" she asked.

Rebecca laughed. "To be fair to the janitors." When she saw Matilda's confusion, she patted her head. "Don't worry dumb dumb, you'll see?"

"How..." she stopped. She wanted to get angry at the condescension and insults, but couldn't raise the courage. She took some satisfaction in checking to ensure that part of her plan had worked. From behind, anyone who was looking could easily see Rebecca was diapered, and the crinkling filled the halls. Even the smell was faintly there, though she wasn't as happy about that as she walked behind her.

Rebecca dragged her outside. They walked away from the building, and she stopped and turned to face her.

"What's going on?" Matilda asked.

"'What's going on' is that I'm done being your victim. Its MY turn now."

"Oh? How DARE you... OOOF!" the words were cut off as she doubled over, and the cramps and aches came back full force. "How!?"

"Oh can't you tell? No, I guess your dumb little brain would never be able to figure it out. Here, let me show you."

Matilda watched as she brought up a closed fist. She opened her hand, and the cramps stopped. She closed it, and they came back. She repeated the motion three times, finally leaving Matilda aching worse then ever.

"How are you doing that?" She asked, desperate.

"Oh, you know," she shrugged her shoulders, then smiled. "Magic."

"That's impossible!" more farts escaped from her.

"I thought so too, but it turns out such things exist. More importantly, the people that have them got sick of your bullying too, so they gave me control over you. I can make you feel fine," the feelings went away "fill your bladder" the ache came back "and the other end." Matilda moaned as her guts turned. "I can make you do anything I want in that, from those sounds you were making in the classroom to wetting and messing yourself as much as I want."

"So, we are going to go back to your room, and I'm going to take my own diapers back. You will call your friends off of me, say you are done with your bullying. Then, you are going to get those pretty little printed diapers you got to humiliate me, and you are going to put one on and pose for a whole lot of ADORABLE pictures. After that, you are going to start wearing them, everywhere, every day. You will go online and order more in bulk, because I will make sure you need them." To make her threat clear, she squeezed her hand tighter, and Matilda felt more liquid come out. "Otherwise, I'll make you wet and mess yourself so much you won't be able to make it through the first five minutes of each class. Also, you'll be calling ME "ma'am" from now on. So, say "I'm your little potty pants bitch who needs diapers, ma'am", and lets go back to your room."

Matilda glared. "NO! There is no way I... OOOOF!" she was silenced by another cramp.

Rebecca made a mocking pout face. "Oh, still complaining? Still not sure? I'll help you out. Lets begin with a nice, fun video of you pissing your pants on campus." She pointed the camera of her phone at Matilda.

Matilda's eyes went wide. "No! Please!" she said. She raised a hand toward Rebecca. "I... NOOO!!!" She lowered her hand to her groin as a stream of piss poured out and soaked her pants. She felt the warm liquid drain down and tried to pull her away, but Rebecca held her other hand in place. Soon she was standing in a growing puddle of her own urine, but it showed no sign of stopping.

The shame hit her harder then the warmth. All her pride shattered, and all her time looking down on Rebecca and making fun of her came back to her. She began to cry, feeling even more embarrassed as she did.

Finally it stopped. "Good, have we learned our lesson, diaper girl? Will you say it? Or do I have to make you mess your pants too?"

"Please don't," she sobbed in reply.

Rebecca raised her eyebrows. "Oh no? I can have you standing here, crapping yourself so much you can't go anywhere, until classes end and every student comes by to see the poor widdle cheerleader who belongs in diapers. Or, you can give in and say what I want."

"Ok, ok," she said. "What do i have to say?"

Rebecca shook her head. "What a poor, dumb little cheerleader. Can't even remember a simple sentence. It was "I'm your soggy pants bitch who needs diapers, ma'am." On camera, now, or you mess yourself too and everyone sees it."

Matilda sobbed. "I'm your little soggy pants bitch who needs diapers, ma'am."

Rebecca smiled and patted her head. "Good girl. Now," she clenched her fist.

Matilda gasped and doubled over. She first heard, then felt, herself mess her pants. "NO NO NO!" she said. She looked up tearfully at Rebecca. "Why did you do that? I did as you said!"

Rebecca nodded. "And as I promised, I won't leave you hear crapping your pants until the classes end and people see. Instead, I'm taking you back to the dorms so I can diaper you, for good." She crinkled her nose. "After you shower of course, stinky pants."

"Oh," Matilda whimpered.

"Anyway," Rebecca continued. "Who are you to get mad that I went back? I seem to remember fulfilling more then enough "favours" for you while you still lorded it over me, isn't that right?" When Matilda didn't answer, she felt her guts turn again. "ISN"T THAT RIGHT?" Rebecca repeated.

"Yes Ma'am! I'm sorry! Please don't do that again."

"Good. Now come on Ms. Brownbottom, lets get you diapered and ready for your new life."

Matilda could sob in reply as she waddled beside her.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jul 17, 2021 at 10:48 PM
Content:

NinjaPizza said:

Well damn, this just got rough. But I have a bad feeling this won't turn out well for either of the girls...

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hmmm what could possibly give you that idea?

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Aug 1, 2021 at 6:19 AM
Content:

NinjaPizza said:

Because power corrupts, lol.

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Well, you'll have to to wait and see?

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Sep 29, 2021 at 6:12 AM
Content: Matilda shuddered as she dropped the soaked and swollen diaper diaper into a trash can and walked away. This semester was NOT going as she planned. Then again, "magic witch gives my enemy super powers that control my bladder then delete the pictures I was using as blackmail over her" wasn't exactly something that she had expected to plan for. Of course neither was realizing her enemy was incontinent and using the knowledge to blackmail her into doing homework, but that unexpected twist was more in her favor then against, so she was willing to accept it.

Which led her to her current predicament. Rebecca, as expected, made her soak her diaper as she slept. She could sometimes get through a day without Rebecca exploiting her control, but she seemed insistent on making her a chronic bed wetter.

Wetter... or worse. She cringed as she rubbed hand sanitizer on her hand. Not really necessary through three layers of plastic bags, but she couldn't get the thought out of her hand.

She looked over her shoulders. Worse was that it was out in the open. Thankfully the only person around was a solitary brown haired girl who winked as she passed. The girl was far away as she did it, so she doubted anyone knew.

Of course, it would be nice if she could do this more privately. Rebecca seemed an expert in disposing of dirty diapers, which she supposed came with years of experience. Unfortunately, she wasn't quick to share her secrets, and Matilda wasn't willing to feed her ego and further then her new powers already had. So, the conundrum. Throw the diapers out in her own trash can, and her room smelled horrible all day. Through it out in the her dorm bathroom's trash, and the small gap and clear bags would make it obvious someone in the building was wearing them, and there weren't too many people to narrow it down too.

That left taking it out, as carefully as possible, in her back pack for one of the larger trash cans. The problem was that meant throwing out diapers in the middle of an open yard or in a more public bathroom. This time, it was a single large, thankfully covered, trash can and the juncture of five paved pathways and between an equal number of tall dorm buildings. That, unfortunately, was her best bet if she didn't want to walk across the entire campus with her back pack smelling like a dirty diaper. She did her best to hide it behind other trash and layers of bags, but all she needed was one snoopy person wondering what she was doing every morning, or an over zealous guard assuming she was throwing out drugs and demanding to check.

"Matilda!'

Matilda jumped up. She fought back a terrified expression and forced a more confident smile. She turned toward her friends.

"Hi Vanessa! Erica! Samantha! How are you?"

"We're fine," Erica said, sounding confused. "What are you doing? What were you throwing out?"

"Ewww does something smell, like, REALLY bad in that?" Venessa said as she leaned over it.

"Uhhh... nothing!"

"What?"

"I mean..." she put her confident face back on. She was the alpha. She was in charge. She definitely wasn't diapers because her former victim had gained control over her bowels, requiring her to dispose of a soaked diaper in the morning, as that would be insane "None of your business. What are you three up to? And what are you doing Venessa, trying to be a garbage collector?"

Venessa jumped up from her investigation of the garbage. "No!"

"We're just wondering if somethings changed recently. You've been acting strangely, not talking as much, dressing differently, and you totally dropped our entire thing against Rebecca!"

"Well I ummm..." She kept trying to force her confident look. "I just thought Rebecca had had enough. Don't you think we were a bit harsh on her just because she has to wear diapers?" Classic misdirection.

They looked back and forth from each other. "No." They said in unison.

"Yeah, like, if she has to wear diapers then I don't see why we can't make fun of her. Its pathetic!" Erica said.

"Yeah what a loser!" Vanessa added, and they all laughed.

Matilda forced herself to laugh along with them and groaned inwardly. Frankly, she was surprised Erica could use a word like "pathetic." She didn't exactly pick her friends by their intelligence, smart ones were harder to manipulate. However, even they would eventually catch on. If there was one thing they would notice, it was changing clothing styles, which unfortunately her desire to hide her diapers made necessary.

"Yeah totally," Matilda said. "Anyway I..." she was cut off by a loud sound. It took her a second to realize it was coming from her diaper.

"What was that?" Erica said, wrinkling her nose.

"Nothing. Anyway, I..." another one, louder.

"Again! Did you hear that."

"Probably a bird. I.... EEPP!" The third one made Matilda jump a bit, and she felt her stomach turned.

She gritted her teeth. "Alright alright Rebecca," she thought. Thankfully, it had only been gas, but she was clearly giving her a warning.

"Yeah do you smell that?" Vanessa added.

"I need to get going to my..." she jumped again, and this time felt herself beginning to slowly wet herself. "I need to go!" She waddled as fast as she could away, leaving a trio of her surprised friends wrinkling their noses behind her.

As soon as she passed, the feeling in her stomach, as well as the stream going into her diaper, ended. She looked back over her shoulder and at the dorm building she shared with Rebecca. She looked at the windows going up each floor. There she was, smiling and watching her. Rebecca gave a small wave, and Matilda glowered. She turned... and felt her stomach turn as well. She turned back and waved, and the feeling subsided. The end result was her diaper was slightly damp, but, for the most part, clean. Better yet, so far it was odor free. She supposed Rebecca didn't want her near her former clique, and could have done far worse to prevent it.

She headed to her next class, glaring at nothing. While she hated her current circumstance, she had to admit Rebecca had so far been... reasonable, for lack of a better word. It was hard to decide what counted as reasonable in the circumstances. "Former victim of of bullying and blackmail due to being incontinent and diapered suddenly given magic powers that control the bully's bowls" wasn't something that happened enough to establish norms. For the life of her, she couldn't think of any mention of it at all in her etiquette classes.

That being said, though she normally expected to 'wet the bed' and at least one change a day, Rebecca had been easy on her. She had asked for a copy of Matilda's schedule, which made her nervous at first, but then she noticed the pattern. Rebecca never made her mess or wet heavily in public, and most of her 'accidents' happened when she was off or at the end of classes right before breaks. Right there, she could have completely humiliated her in front of her friends, but she settled on just teasing her.

Her first class that day was a fairly easy English one. The room was small as far as classrooms went, and was painted in warm hues with posters for books and writers along the walls. She had always liked the English department classrooms. Outwardly she would tell people they looked geeky with all the book posters, but in reality they were a lot nicer to be in then most of the cold cement and white walled rooms.

She sat down and took a seat close to the front. A brunette in all black walked in and walked toward her desk. She winked at Matilda and sat down, and Matilda realized it was the same girl who had passed her near the trash can earlier.

"Why do you keep win..." she began, but the girl shushed her, smiled, and pointed to the front of the classroom, where the professor, a grey haired woman with glasses, began to speak.

"So there has been a slight change to our curriculum," she began. "Unfortunately there were too many people accepted into this class by one, which means one of you will be transferred to a new program, starting this week."

The students gasped and murmured at the strange news.

"This program will be our our "Children and Baby Literature," program."

"What..." Matilda said under her breath. The brunette shushed her and winked at her again.

"The student in question will remain in this class, but instead of reading and presenting on the normal curriculum at the set times, they will be giving bi weekly presentations on a new set of books."

Matilda's mouth hung open. This couldn't be serious. It sounded ridiculous, but somehow she knew who the student was going to be.

"As part of a random selection determined by throwing liubo sticks, and the name that came up was Matilda. Matilda, please prepare a presentation on "The Hungry Hungry Caterpillar" for next Friday. The next will be "Diapers Are Forever." You will be reading both in front of the class."

The girl beside her giggled behind her mouth and looked at her. Matilda stared in disbelief.

"Sorry. 'NOT Forever'. Well? Matilda? Did you understand?"

"Yes, uhh... ma'am." She had forgotten the professor's name. "I will do that."

"Do you think you can manage a book like that?" This time the rest of the class giggled as well. The professor held up two books, both with bright colored covers.

"Yes, ma'am."

The professor handed them to the student in the front of the class, and they got passed back to Matilda.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Oct 4, 2021 at 1:41 AM
Content:

NinjaPizza said:

Thanks for the update!

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No problem! There is one more up now! LOL

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Oct 4, 2021 at 1:41 AM
Content: The rest of the day followed the same theme. In her math class, she was told she had been moved into an pre school education prep class that had her constantly repeat basic addition questions and count to ten, all on sheets with cute little pictures, supposedly so she'd better capable of teaching it. In order to practice, she was made to stand in front of the class and count slowly from one to ten, then answer a series of painfully simple questions. It ended with the teacher holding up various numbers of toys, all from 1-10, and having her respond with their number as quickly as possible. The class was clearly amused by it, and cheered at a mockingly loud volume for correct answers to simple questions.

What made it worse, however, was when she got it wrong.

She squeezed her eyes shut trying to cut out the memory. She had been standing centered in front of the class, with all eyes on her. So far, she had been answering questions well. She glanced at the laughing classmates, and came over that strange brunette who winked at her.

"Well Matilda?" the professor asked.

"What?" she hadn't heard his quesiton.

"Whats ___________" the rest sounded like giberish.

"I don't understand," she replied. The class giggled.

The professor sighed. "I said what's ____________" he said louder?

"What does that mean?" she asked. The class laughed again.

"What part is confusing you? You understand those numbers? "

"I... no?"

"Come in, I give this question to kindergarteners and they find it easy. ____________"

No words came to her mouth. It felt like there was a fog in her mind when she tried to think of it.

"Matilda, count to ten."

She felt butterflies. Why was such an easy question making her nervous? "One, Two, Four..." The class erupted in laughter.

"No."

She cursed herself. She had simply misspoke, but at the worse possible moment. "I mean one, two, three, four, si I mean five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten."

The class cheered annoyingly loud, as if she had just given the performance of her life.

"Good. So what's five plus three?"

Suddenly all his pervious questions came back clear in her head, and she didn't understand why she hadn't understood it before. This one was easy, she didn't even need to think about it. "Four!" she shouted out confidently, and the class laughed.

"No."

"I mean eight!" she said. The class cheered and the teacher nodded, and continued on with more embarrassingly simple questions. She got them right, but the moment of

Even after that, the trend didn't end. In her film and television media class she was put in a similar program to the English class which focused on shows made for ages 1-3. Her animation class had her focus on a "90s cartoons" section made entirely up of Rugrats. An email informed her her final project in her one required health class was on causes of incontinence. Each strange, innocent from the outside but humiliating in context change convinced her there was something going on. Did Rebecca have more power then she let on? Was there someone else who was controlling these things?

"Sorry I've been shushing you, but you know you can't talk in class sweetie. The teacher will get mad!"

Matilda was leaving her business class, where she had, in an almost too obvious move, been assigned a project on the history of disposable diaper sales. That meant she was back to the cement and white wall approach the sections that though decorations were too 'artsy' favored. Students passed by her, including a large number of business students who insisted on going to classes in suits or nice dresses. It was an atmosphere she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Matilda turned a disgusted face toward the source of the obnoxiously sweet voice, which, as it turned out, was the same brunette she had seen earlier. In fact, she had been seeing her all day. She had been in every class Matilda was in, and always began and ended it by making eye contact and winking at her.

"Don't talk to me like that! And who are you?"

She shrugged. "No one important sweetie."

"Have you been following me? I've never saw you in my classes before today, but suddenly your in every one! And why do you keep winking at me?"

"Oh wow! What an observant girl! You really notice and catch onto things quickly. So good at figuring things out, it must be why all your professors are putting you in special classes."

Matilda considered the strange comment. What could she mean? Something bugged her, but when she chased it her mind ran into fog. "Thanks? Whatever. Are you following me? And why do you keep winking?"

She winked again. "I just think you're so cute baby girl. I can't help it. Wanna hang out sometime? I can get you a bottle of whatever you want."

Matilda gritted her teeth. She knew it was just a term of affection, but given her problems recently she didn't want to hear it. "I don't drink bottles of beer. And don't call me that! I'm not a baby!"

She raised her eyebrows. "Oh no?"

"I said I'm not a..." she gasped and was cut off by her body again. This time, however, it was more then just a sound. Halfway threw her sentence she very loudly, quickly, and suddenly messed her diaper, and began to wet. She first paled, then blushed. "Baby." She finished. It stopped as she said the word.

"Sorry, what was that?"

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jun 9, 2022 at 1:04 AM
Content: "I said I'm not a baby," the words came out slowly and without confidence. The smell hit her, and she realized it was beginning to spread.

"Are you certain? You sounded unsure."

"Yes! Of course, what a silly question. Anyway, I have to go." Matilda looked down. She couldn't make eye contact.

"Oh? Where are you going?"

"I have to go to the bathroom," She blurted out.

The girl smiled. "Yeah you do," she said, and patted Matilda on her bottom hard. It took Matilda by surprise, she hadn't even noticed the girl move to stand beside her. The pat made an obvious crinkling sound, and Matilda cringed at the feeling of the mush being pushed into her. Her mind immediately went back to when she had first done the same to Rebecca and immediately knew she was in a diaper, and Rebecca's hadn't been full at the time."Well I won't be in your next class because I have a play date with one of your friends. But don't worry, I'm sure it will be as fun as your last."

"Yeah..." Matilda realized she was standing with her hands behind her back and moved them to her sides, then moved them back to block another smack.

"Say? Do you smell something funny?" She crinkled her nose.

Matilda began walking, more waddling, as quickly as she could without responding.

The girl giggled behind her. "Bye bye baby girl! See you soon!" she shouted.

Truth be told, the timing hadn't been bad. Matilda had an hour long break before her next class, so Rebecca had picked her time specifically to allow her to change. That morning she had given her a single change in diaper, so this would probably be her last 'accident' until they met again. She couldn't blame Rebecca for the strange meeting with the brunette girl.

She made it to a private bathroom without anyone noticing. She looked at the mirror and lifted her skirt, grimacing at the look of the soiled diaper. That had come dangerously close. Hopefully it was the worse she'd experience.

...

Professor Tweedelbow, the same professor she and Rebecca shared the inexplicable joint class with, was going through the 54th of 180 slides in her fashion class. This one showed a variety of shades of light pink, each of which the professor spoke about in detail.

This room, much like the English one, was heavily decorated. This time, it had images of 'fashion icons' and abstract art works. It was far larger then most of them, and hundreds of students filled desks in stepped layers leading up from the professor.

Matilda, now in a thankfully clean diaper, had her elbow on her desk and her head on her hands, in the dead center of the massive classroom. Fashion had seemed like such an easy A class, until she found out who the professor was. Leave it to Professor Tweedelbow to turn something that should be fun and creative into the most boring, difficult class imaginable.

The professor hit a button, and the slide became slide 54 part A, with part B being "medium pink," and two more lined up after it. She began lecturing in her normal monotone, ear splitting voice.

"And you can see, the Mr. Alex the designer has divided pink into further categories, starting with..." she droned on. Matilda sighed. Why was Alex so obsessed with pink, and why did it matter? She had never heard of him before.

Matilda raised her hand. She waited to be called on, the professor was noticeably strict with people speaking out. Eventually, she pointed at her. "Excuse me Ms. Tweedelbow?"

"PROFESSOR Tweedelbow," Matilda's only PHD lacking professor said.

"Sorry, Professor Tweedelbow. Will we ever use any of this?"

"Hmmm well..." She put a hand to her chin as if thinking. "Not you, but some of the more talented students might."

The class gasped and laughed, and Matilda blushed and looked down. Today had NOT been her day. At least, since she was currently wearing the last diaper Rebecca had given her, she knew she wouldn't be...

She gasped. Was she wrong.

She was wetting her diaper. In the middle of a class she couldn't leave, with hours left, and no changes left. "But... but she never does it this way!" she thought. However, the feeling was unmistakable.

Worse, it kept coming. Sometimes it was only a bit, but apparently Rebecca intended her to be absolutely soaked for the rest of the afternoon.

She sat up straight, hair on end, panicking. It felt like she was sitting in a puddle, and the diaper sloshed every time she moved. If any more came out it would probably begin leaking.

She tried to remain perfectly still, but then her stomach grumbled.

"Oh no," she said outloud, and her stomach grumbled louder. That was normally a warning for her, but in this classroom it only served to attract attention.

Suddenly she was doubling over and gasping as she loudly filled her diaper. While normally Rebecca had been controlled, she now seemed to be taking her anger out all at once and the stream of mucj quickly began coating Matilda's entire backside.

Worse was the sound. Matilda swore the entire class could hear, and the people beside her began 'ewwing' and moving away.

"MS MATILA!" the professor shouted, adding the "Ms" for no apparent reason. "Is there something wrong?"

"No Ms... errr.. professor Tweedelbow. Can I go to the bathroom?" Matilda forced out. She was standing slightly and leaning forward in her desk as the curse continued to force her to mess herself. She felt the diaper expand behind her, and hoped her skirt hit it well.

"No, you've already bothered the class enough, and there are still two hours left. Now sit down properly in your desk."

Matilda remained bent over.

"I said SIT! Or you can come up to the front and answer..."

Matilda sat down quickly, grimacing as she did. Though the feeling was horrible it was better then going to the front in her state.

The professor shook her head. "I swear, some students just cant get the hang of behaving. Immature brats, I say. Isn't that right, Matilda?"

"Yes Ma'am," she said.

"Speaking of which, there has been a slight change to the schedule."

Matilda groaned inwardly. Not this again.

"We are going to start having a infant fashion design program. Given it is being made by students, these will of course be made sized for adults."

"But that makes no sense at all!" a student blurted out, then covered her hand.

"OUT! I won't take talking out of turn in my class!" The professor lashed out, and the student fled.

"The first student to take this, as determined by tarot cards, is Matilda."

"Oh god, this class too" she thought.

The class giggled as slides demonstrating her new assignment, each showing adults dressed as babies, were flashed up.

Matilda blushed and hung her head. Two hours to go, and the students around her were already reacting. A few were plugging their noses or waving binders in front of their faces, and most were audibly breathing through their mouths.

Matilda forced herself to pay attention. This new assignment, after all, was just for her, even if it was being shown to everyone. She watched as more pictures of adult sized onesies, pacifiers, bonnets and cloth diapers passed on screen before the professor went back to the awful "shades of medium blue" slide.

She squirmed miserably. The mess in her diaper was beginning to itch, and she knew it would only get worse as time went on. She began to ponder how she could leave the class with as few people noticing as possible. Should she get up first and rush out, or wait and hide her bottom until the end?

Her eyes went wide. She tried to tell herself it couldn't be happening, Rebecca couldn't be that cruel, but the feel, and sound, was unmistakable.

She was messing again. This time, far worse, and far longer then before. She hunched over as loud farts echoed in the class room and her diaper expanded again. This time students got out of their seats and began to move away from her.

"Ms. Matilda! What are you doing?!" the professor demanded.

"I..."

"I don't care about your excuses! Come up to the front now!"

"No please!"

"NOW!" Matilda groaned, but followed the instructions. Students pushed their chairs back to let her pass, then all noticeably reacted as she passed in front of them while still messing herself. She waddled down rows of her murmuring and giggling classmates before finally reaching.

"Did she..." she heard someone whisper, but the person stopped talking as she looked at her.

The professor handed her a marker. "Now, I want you to begin on your new assignment. Design a series of adult cloth diapers for us. Oh, and matching onesies for each. Try to think of something that would both be practical to use as a diaper, but you'd also be willing to wear on a runway."

The other students laughed at the ludicrous assignment, but Matilda only gritted her teeth and nodded.

"Yes Ma'am," she said, as a final, loud fart came out. From the laughter, the entire class had heard.

She took a marker and faced the white board. What could she possible draw? More importantly, what had Rebecca been doing all this for?

She didn't know what had gotten into the girl, but if this sort of thing continued, her year was going to be MUCH more difficult. Why had she become so mean? Did something happen?

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jun 9, 2022 at 5:17 PM
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NinjaPizza said:

Thanks again for the update!

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No problem

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jun 9, 2022 at 5:35 PM
Content: Rebecca smiled as she left her final class of the day. She reminisced about teasing Matilda near the trashcans. Simple, effective, and got the point across. She was glad she noticed them on her way down the stairs. Even with the power she now held over her former harasser, she didn't want her meeting up with her friends again. Matilda she could stop with her newfound powers, the others had no such weakness, vicious mentalities, and knowledge of a secret Rebecca didn't want getting out. Fortunately, they were also followers, and not very smart ones at that. Without Matilda, they were sheep without their former nasty shepherd, and Rebecca had little to worry about. It was nice to feel in power.

Speaking of... "Fuck!" she loudly swore as her phone began buzzing as an alarm went off, surprising her. She had forgotten about that timer.

The alarm had nothing to do with her own schedule, but reminded her of Matilda's. Specifically, the fact she was about to go on an hour long break before her next class. In a different world, this would be where she'd meet up with friends, grab a coffee, take a nap, or, if she was so inclined, might actually study for once. Unfortunately, she decided to bully someone who was given magic powers by a nice, friendly witch.

Rebecca focused her energy. Somewhere across the campus, Matilda was messing herself. If she was smart, and more importantly obedient to Rebecca, she had her diaper on, so it wouldn't be too big an issue. She laughed to herself at the thought of Matilda jumping up and running to the bathroom, desperately trying to hide what was going on. Let her see how SHE liked it, since she was so keen on making fun of others for the same problem.

Despite glorifying in the bully's embarrassment, Rebecca liked to think she was a fair witch. Her goal was to punish Matilda for what she had done and keep her in line, not ruin her life on campus. So, she did what she considered the "nice" thing, given the circumstances. She always waited until she knew Matilda would be out of class, always gave her enough diapers for the day, and despite having seemingly unlimited ability to control her functions, never brought it to the point where her diapers would leak, or where it would be to obvious to anyone nearby. If anything, it was better then what Rebecca had. She supposed that was the right thing, she hadn't exactly read books on moral responsibility when given magic powers over a bully's bowels. Such a weirdly specific thing, she almost wondered why the witch gave her THAT power exactly, but decided it was best not to question her luck.

She walked across the campus toward her room. She loved Wednesday afternoons. With nothing after 1 PM and no classes early the next day, it was her day to relax and rest after a busy Monday and Tuesday. Today it was even better, with no tests or projects coming up she didn't even have much homework to do. Instead, she looked forward to spending a few hours playing video games and surfing the internet.

She entered her tall brick and cement building, then up the stairs. She walked down her hallway, smiling and waving at other students that lounged by their doors. She opened her mouth to speak to one of them, a stocky redhead named Samantha, when she stopped.

She was wetting. Badly. Far worse then normal. She started walking again. Her casual walk turned into a powerwalk, then a full on trot as she felt her diaper expand far more then even she was used to it. By the end, she was sprinting. She got to her door just as it felt as if it was about to leak, making a nauseating slush every time she stepped. She opened the door, panting, and escaped into the privacy of her bedroom.

"Hello Babykins!" a familiar voice said. "Hiding something?" Rebecca jumped up and screamed. So much for privacy.

It was the witch. Dressed in her normal black hat with a matching short and low cut dress, effectively a modernized and smaller version of the classic witches outfit that Rebecca had first took as a Halloween costume.

"Wha... what are you doing here?" Rebecca asked.

"Just checking up on my favorite Babykins. Need help with something?" She snapped her fingers, and Rebecca's clothes disappeared, all except for her bulging diaper.

She shrieked and covered her body with her hands. Thinking again, she put her hands down to cover her diaper, then settled on one across her body and another on the diaper.

The witch laughed and walked closer. "Don't worry silly little Babykins, its nothing I haven't seen before, and your clothes are safe in your closet. Now let me see." She walked up to Rebecca and lifted her hand from the diaper. She grabbed Rebecca by the waist and turned her around slowly, making a point of inspecting her. "Tsk tsk," she said. "You almost soaked this through! A bit more and you'd have leaked! Isn't that right Babykins."

"Yeah," Rebecca heard the pathetic whine come from her lips as she was manhandled.

"Awww, its ok Babykins. We'll get you cleaned up." The witch stood and began stroking Rebecca's head while keeping a hand on the back of her diaper.

"Why do you keep calling me that? That's not my name, and..." she thought for a second. Had the witch ever told her her own name? "Wait, what's yours?"

The witch laughed. "I know its not your name silly Babykins, but its what I'm going to call you since you're such a cute, sweet little baby. And you can call me Mommy. Now lets get you changed."

She snapped a finger, and the room expanded. Where there was once blank wall a table appeared, something like Rebecca had seen in doctors' offices. It took her a moment to realize it was an oversized diaper changing table.

"Wait, what do you mean "change?" And why would I call you that? What are you going to do?"

"Isn't it obvious silly? I'm going to change your diaper like a helpless little baby, and you are going to thank me and call me mommy while I do it."

"What?!" Rebecca shouted. "No! Why would you do that? I can do it myself! And I'm not calling you..."

She stopped talking as a pacifier appeared in her mouth, cutting off her words.

"Oh no? I think you will. I think you agreed to it." The witch snapped her fingers, and an image appeared in the air. It was half transparent, and hovered like a cloud between them. It was the two of them, back when they first met at the Halloween party. Rebecca was wearing a onesie and sucking a pacifier, and the witch was holding her cheek.

"As for if I want anything in return... Lets just say I like taking care of little adult babies, so I get that in return. However, if I ever come by and ask something, I expect you to obey, alright?" The witch said in the image, and Rebecca nodded. The image disappeared.

"Really, it seems a fair trade for the powers I've given you, doesn't it?"

Rebecca stared in shock. She remembered the incident, but never thought the witch would actually WANT to do something like this. What was she getting out of it? Still, she realized she had agreed, and didn't want to know what going back on a deal with a witch would entail. She made a nervous swallow, and nodded.

"Good Babykins. Now, ask me nicely to change your diapers, and use my name properly." She snapped her fingers, and the pacifier disappeared from Rebecca's mouth. She put a hand to her chin as if thinking. "Or, I can just go, and take the powers I gave you with me."

"NO! Please no!" Rebecca screamed, then blushed. "Please change my diapers mommy."

"Good girl," the witch said in a disgustingly cloying voice. "Now, what was your name again?"

Rebecca cringed. Being changed was bad enough, being forced to play along with this game was worse. "Please don't make me say it."

"Say it diaper girl, or your powers go away. 'My name is...'"

"Babykins. My name is Babykins." She said.

"Good girl. Now, lets get you out of that soggy diaper, ok?"

Something tightened around Rebecca's limbs. She gasped as was grabbed by invisible hands and lifted into the air. She was turned horizontal as if being cradled, and floated toward the changing table. It might have been fun if she didn't know what was happening next.

She was lowered onto the changing table. She felt her shoulders being held down, then her legs lifted up in a V shape.

The witch walked toward her, looked down at her and smiled. She put a hand on the crotch of Rebecca's diaper and began rubbing it, then patted her bottom. "Hmmm, soggy soggy soggy. What a baby," she said. Rebecca cringed, unable to do anything but lie helpless, with her legs and diaper open in the most humiliating and revealing position possible.

The witch kept her hand on the wet padding but turned her eyes away from it up Rebecca's body and to her face. "Much as I love seeing my little adult babies naked except for their diapers, I think your earlier spat means we can do a bit more to emphasize your position. What a conundrum. Lets see..." She chuckled as if she just had a realization. "I know."

Rebecca groaned. As if wearing nothing but a diaper, lying on a changing table, and having her legs held by invisible hands in the air didn't "emphasize her position." She wondered what horror was next.

This is for my powers this is for my powers this is for my powers.... She told herself.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jun 10, 2022 at 10:40 PM
Content: She felt her arms move up, then come down across her stomach. A teddy bear appeared in them, and they wrapped around as if clutching it. "Better. Just like a little baby, you'll have your toy to keep you company during the change. And of course, since you won't need to speak much anyway..." A pacifier appeared in her mouth, oversized like the one she had been gagged with at the party. "And finally..." she felt both sides of her hair tighten, moved into what she could only assume was pigtails.

"There. Cute little baby clutching her teddy bear, waiting for her mommy to change. Now be a good Babykins while I clean you up and get you into a fresh diaper." She chuckled. "As if you have any other choice."

Rebecca glowered. The last part was unnecessary to say, and completely true. The invisible binds held her perfectly still as the witch untapped her diaper and began wiping her. The position she was in maximized all the witch said she wanted, as the teddy bare and pacifier managed to make a full adult baby costume while still leaving her practically bear.

"Silly Babykins, trying to make it in university but I bet you can't even spell or read right. Isn't that true?"

An invisible hand made Rebecca nod her head. She blushed.

A onesie appeared in the air with "Babykins" written across the chest. "I bet you don't even know what this says, do you?"

The hand make her shake her head. The onesie disappeared.

The witch laughed. "Oh I love teasing the want to be smart ones. This is going to be SOOO much fun!" She finished wiping Rebecca, then held her hand up. A plain white diaper appeared in it, much like the ones Rebecca normally wore, but thicker.

"Hmmm, doesn't seem enough. How about this?" The diaper began to change, and the plain white padding was replaced by colorful prints. The front had little diapered animals, and baby blue tracks ran along either side. She turned it around to show Rebecca a cartoon kitten head with a pacifier in its mouth. "The adult baby companies have made some good ones, but as I can make my own, I just take what I like from each. If this were released, I bet it would be the most popular one on the market." She wiggled it in her hand, making a loud crinkling sound. "Definitely the thickest, and the loudest crinkles, and those AB's LOVE that. You want to wear it? Would you rather your normal thin, ugly, white ones, or this thick cute one? Huh, Babkins? Want to wear the cute diapers?"

Rebecca tried to shake her head, but the hands made her nod instead. She groaned.

"Good girl! And should I turn that extra bag of diapers hidden in your closet into the same?"

Rebecca was forced to nod. "Good girl! What a good widdle babykins! Don't you just WUV the printed diapers?" She spoke in the same irritatingly sweet voice, and it made Rebecca want to scream.

Rebecca watched as the witch tape the extra humiliating diaper onto her. "What a lucky baby," she said. "Getting to wear such a cute diaper! Its even cuter then the ones your friend Matilda wears! I bet all your friends would be jealous! Huh, wouldn't they?!"

Matilda. The name triggered something deep inside Rebecca's mind, and she felt herself filled with rage. It was HER fault, after all. The powers she had were needed to keep HER in line, it was the party SHE took her too and the outfit SHE made her wear that lead to the problem where she met the witch, and it was HER bullying that lead to it all. It was HER fault she had to go through this humiliating ordeal to keep her powers and keep from being exposed to the school.

And yet, she had been so kind to her. She had been letting her off easy, waiting until her classes were over, making her 'accidents' easy to clean... well, no more. She focused, and once again somewhere across the campus Matilda soiled herself. THIS time however, it was not light or easy. She made sure it was loud and noticeable, and she knew from the schedule she'd be sitting in class when it happened, and now sitting in her mess as well.

The witch appeared to be holding back a laugh. The hands grabbed Rebecca and set her on the floor. She stood, naked except her diaper, still forcibly clutching her teddy bear and sucking her pacifier.

"Now, our games can begin," the witch said.

Rebecca looked at her in askance.

She laughed. "Oh, silly widdle girl, that wasn't all of it. I'm going to be playing with you ALL night. Just watch."

She snapped her fingers, and the room changed. In place of her bed was a giant crib. In the place of her normal wardrobe was a colorful white a pink set of drawers with diapers piled on top. The walls expanded, and became brightly painted, covered with Disney-esque princess, but with all of them in diapers and sucking pacifiers. In one corner was a giant foam matt surrounded by play pen walls, and filled to the brim with stuffed animals. Beside it was a high chair, complete with a baby bottle and a bowl of what she could only assume was baby food.

Strangest of all, one entire wall, in fact the one she was facing, turned into a giant mirror. She looked at her reflection, for the first time noticing the giant teddy bear in her arms was itself wearing a cloth "diaper" and had a pacifier in its mouth, and confirming her hair was in pigtails. The sight of herself, cradling the bear, printed diaper on display, teddy bear in her arms, sucking a pacifier, with bows- BOWS, she noticed, for the first time- in her hair, and naked otherwise, almost made her want to cry.

"Aww what's the matter Babykins, don't like your outfit?" we can change that.

Her arms were moved out to her side, the teddy bear instead being hung from one hand, leaving her completely exposed except her diaper.

"How about this?" A frilly baby blue sun dress with ruffles running up the front and sides, in a look Rebecca recognized from online pictures of conventions and cosplays, appeared. It was a dated style, almost Victorian, and cutesy enough to make her stomach turns. Sheer white stockings ran up her legs toward a short skirt, and pleather platform shoes with buckles appeared on her feet. "Babykins" was written in glitter across the chest.

"Hmmm... no, not quite. That's more 'toddler', when we want "Baby."

She snapped her fingers, and the dress turned into a onesie. The white sheer socks became striped silken ones, and the shoes disappeared. The only thing that remained the same was "Babykins." Rebecca wanted to cry.

"Hmmm, still no. I put all that effort into making the perfect diaper, I want it visible for now." Another snap, and the onesie disappeared, replaced with a matching shirt. The socks were the same, and came out of baby booties. Her hands became covered in mitts, which still managed to clutch the teddy bear.

"I like it! I think we are getting somewhere!" She snapped again, and chibi style characters in diapers, all matching her in appearance, appeared. "See? Its a personalized adult baby t shirt. Aren't you lucky?"

"MMM MMM" Rebecca said, and shook her head.

"Oh no? Want something else? Don't worry, there is a lot we can do."

She snapped her fingers, and the shirt changed to long footed pajamas, then another dress, another onesie... Rebecca's eyes went wide as a long list of humiliating outfits flashed across her body. They ranged from almost immobilizing infantile pajamas to cat girl outfits with ears and a collar, all with only the diaper remaining consistent. Finally, it settled back on the shirt.

"Good? We will try it all in our little games, you'll get to amuse me in EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. You like that, Babykins?"

The pacifier fell from her mouth and, and she found it was attached to her shirt. For the first time in a while, she could speak. "No! I don't want any of this? Please just stop! Why are you doing it?"

She giggled. "Awwww have you not figured it out yet? Should we add another message to that diaper?" She snapped her fingers, and "Dumb Baby" appeared in block writing across the front of her diaper. "Can you read that, Babykins? Are you able to read, Ms. Smarty Padded Pants?"

"Yes," she said, through tears. "But why? And why are you still calling me that?"

"Hmmm. Lets see if you can figure it out. You are being teased for being in diapers, and made to go to a party dressed a baby, where you wet yourself. A witch notices you, starts calling you cute nicknames, and insists on changing you. She gives you the ability to make your tormenter mess and wet herself, which you barely used before now, and now she wants to play with you in a giant nursery. What can you figure out?"

"Uhhh..." Rebecca said. Each part hit something in her head, but she couldn't make them connect. As she often found when the witch asked her questions, her thoughts ran into a thick fog.

The witch patted her bottom, and rested her hand on her diaper. "Aww, poor dumb little Babykins, you really are earning those diapers tonight. It means the witch has a fetish for diapering and babying adults, and thinks you are cute. It also means if you want to keep your powers and not have your bully return with ALL the images she has and seek revenge, you better play along?"

"Wh...what? A diaper fetish? You want me to do anything..." She didn't finish, but let it stand.

She laughed. "No, no, you don't have to do anything sexual. You will, however, have to wear adorable outfits, play with baby toys, and humiliate yourself in all sorts of cute ways for my amusement. So, we are going to be up all night while we play, unless I decide to put you in your crib, and every Wednesday after this. Don't worry about sleep, I can keep you awake with magic. If you want to keep your powers, that is. Deal?"

Rebecca considered. The idea made her stomach turn but she was in way too deep with Matilda to give up her powers now. She nodded.

"Good baby. Then I want you on all fours like a little baby learning to crawl, pampered butt toward the mirror. NOW."

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jun 12, 2022 at 9:41 PM
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NinjaPizza said:

Oof, Hoo boy. I'm really glad you updated this story, but it's not working out well for either of the girls, is it?

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No I can't say that it is. Rebecca seemed to really think she was on top until now.

And thanks for saying so, and for commenting

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jun 14, 2022 at 3:06 AM
Content: Rebecca obeyed, and got down on her hands and knees.

"Good Babykins. Now turn and look at your own bum in the mirror." She swatted her backside to demonstrate. Rebecca turned, and cringed at the printed kitten on the back of it. She had to give the witch one thing- she managed to turn every single thing into a reminder of her status with her, even more then they should be. Every item, from her teddy bear, to the pictures on the wall, to the print on the back of her diaper, was either itself diapered or sucking a pacifier. With the mirror, she couldn't open her eyes in any direction without a reminder of her role.

"Good baby. Now I want you to crawl and mess yourself. Then, tell your mommy that widdle Babykins messed her pampers."

"What?! But you just changed me!" she whined, hating how pathetic her voice sounded. Rebecca groaned as a sudden, horribly uncomfortable mass filled her stomach.

"Yes, and now I want you to mess again. You'll be getting your diapers changed a lot tonight, and you'll be filling them up again for me each time. As I said, I have a thing for humiliating adult babies, and I am going to have my fun with you. Now, I want you to stare at yourself, and see yourself crawl and fill that diapers. I want you to see how pathetic you can be."

"But... this is so much! Please don't make me do that. Or... can't you just... make me? With your magic?"

The witch shook her head, then waggled a finger in Rebecca's face. "Yes, I can. I can make you do whatever I want with magic. And believe me, I will be making full use of those abilities later. However, I want YOU to do it. I want YOU to chose to humiliate yourself, CHOOSE to crawl, and CHOOSE to fill those diapers to the brim. And I want to to see yourself do it. I want you to do it because you know otherwise you lose your power and are at the mercy of that bully with all her photos. Oh, and with how you made her mess her diaper in class back when I was changing you, she will NOT be happy. What is it, one day a week of humiliation, or constant humiliation?"

"I... #$&%." What choice was it really? A temporary night mare, or a lasting one. "Yes. I'll do it."

"I'm sorry? What was that Babykins? Yes what?"

She shuddered. "Yes Mommy."

"Good Babykins. Now, pacifier in your mouth, teddy in your hands. Crawl, mess yourself, and watch yourself doing it before I give you a spanking."

Rebecca, now in tears, obeyed. She suckled the pacifier and stared directly at the back of the diaper, right at the pacifier in the mouth of the kitten, as she crawled. She pushed, and...

A long, loud stream, enough to shock her even after all her experiences, came into the diaper. It inflated behind her and quickly turned brown. She stumbled, and squeezed.

The witches hand came down hard upon the back of her diaper, resulting in a nauseating, and painful, squish. "Keep going, I gave you way more then that."

Rebecca kept crawling, filling her diaper as she did. The magically increased pile seemed to never end, and she was forced to keep crawling for what seemed an eternity. Finally it stopped, and she collapsed, kneeling with her head on the ground.

She looked up at the witch, who reached down and cradled her chin. "What a good baby. What a good widdle babykins, just a sweet, messy widdle baby. Wasn't that easier then being exposed to the whole school?" Rebecca nodded and hung her head. The witch walked around behind her and patted her bottom. "Whew! A good baby, but a stinky one! That is one FULL diaper! Its a good thing mommy put you in her special extra thick ones, isn't it?"

Rebecca nodded again.

"Good Babykins. Now, time for your spanking."

Rebecca's head shot up. "What?" she said, dropping the pacifier. "But you said..."

"I said you better mess yourself before I spank you. That means I am going to spank you after you're done. I never said I wouldn't do it if you obeyed. I know its hard for dumb little babies like you to think of these things, but try to keep up." She reached down and grabbed Rebecca's hand and dragged her to her feet.

"What, but I..." she made herself say the next words. "I was a good babykins for mommy."

She giggled. "Aww, isn't that cute, trying to win favor with proper names? Its true, you were, after some arguing you were. However, as I said, you are here for my amusement." She snapped her fingers, the far wall changed. The paintings remained, but over them rows of paddles, switches, straps, and handcuffs appeared. Matching them, a medieval style stockade appeared next to the high chair. "Sometimes mommy just likes spanking stinky babies, and you did argue after all. So..."

She pulled down the railing of the crib, and pulled Rebecca over her lap. She mushed her diaper a bit. "Tsk tsk, stinky stinky stinky. You aren't making it easy for mommy, having to spank such a poopy diaper."

The first whack shook Rebecca and made her gasp. The smack was WAY to hard to not be magically influenced, especially through the extra thick diapers. The second WHACK was worse, and made her scream.

"Its ok Babykins, shout and cry all you want, no one can hear you, no one will come in." She began raining blows down on Rebecca, each getting more and more painful, and each making her stomach turn as it pressed the mess in her diaper down. She instinctively tried to squirm, but couldn't move, and only lay helpless. Soon she was crying, as much from the pain as from disgust and humiliation.

Eventually, the smacks stopped, leaving her simply sobbing. The witch began to massage her back. The scratches and rubs sent shivers down her spine, and she had to admit it felt comforting. It ended on her diaper, where the witches hand rested, slowly patting her as if the spanking was a hard exercise and this was her cool down.

"Now Babykins, did you learn a lesson?" the witch asked in her syrupy voice.

"Yes Mommy," Rebecca sobbed.

"And we won't argue anymore?"

"No mommy."

"And we know whose in charge, and agree to do what they say?"

"Yes Mommy."

"Good." Magic hands lifted Rebecca, and placed her sitting on the witches lap. Her stomach turned as her diaper squelched against her knee, and even more so as the witch began bouncing her. "There's a good girl. Bounce like a baby!" She said, and Rebecca obeyed. Each bounce made her diaper worse, and for the first time she was hit with the full force of the smell. More then anything she wanted to disappear.

The witch put her pacifier in her mouth and pointed to the mirror. "Now, does that look like a regular big girl to you? Nod or shake your head."

Rebecca shook her head. What she saw in the mirror... an adult woman in a clearly filled printed diaper, sucking a pacifier, wearing a humiliating shirt and clutching a teddy bear as she bounced on her "Mommy's" knee, was such a humiliating image she had trouble connecting it to herself.

"Does it look like someone who deserves respect? A smart girl?"

She shook her head.

"Or does it look like a dumb little adult baby in a poopy diaper who needs her Mommy?"

She nodded, crying.

"Say it, through the pacifier."

Rebecca inhaled. "It looks like a dumb little adult baby in poopy diaper who needs her mommy, mommy." She added the last "mommy," unsure if it was needed for the sentence.

"Good, because I agree. That is the most pathetic, stupid little girl I've ever seen, rightfully humiliated in her messy diapers by her superiors."

She continued. "And you know what? Its going to continue. In case it hasn't clicked in your dumb little baby head, when I said I have a fetish for this stuff, I REALLY meant it. I have a whole lot of fun ideas, saved up from years of thinking and playing, that I can't use. Even with all my magic, it is hard to get someone to find someone willing, and the rules of magic don't let me just force people into this stuff, I need agreement."

"So, I have you. You are going to agree to help me live out my worst, darkest fantasies. Every Wednesday, after your last class, you are going to come in here, put on one of the special diapers you have in your closet, put on your special t shirt, sit on the bed, and say outload "Babykins is ready to play Mommy." Then I will appear, and we will spend all afternoon and night together do whatever I want, no matter humiliating. Wear the outfits, fill the diapers, play with the toys, be fed in the high chair, get tied up in stocks and spanked, all while being a good baby for mommy. When we are done, you will be ready to go in the morning, fresh as if you had slept all night, and no one will know the difference. Meanwhile, you keep your powers, your bullies never seek revenge on you, and no one knows about your little secrets. You want your revenge, this is what you have to do for me in exchange. Agree?"

Rebecca glowered at the image in the mirror. All this for her powers? She thought about it.

The image was humiliating. The thought was horrifying. The diaper bouncing was disgusting. However.. the thought of Matilda getting off for her months of bullying was enraging, and she couldn't let her win. She nodded. She would be the witches "Babykins", if that was what it took.

"Good Babykins." She stopped bouncing and set her, crawling, on the floor. "Now crawl that bottom toward the play pen. You'll spend the next few hours sitting on your bottom and playing with your toys." She patted Rebecca's diaper, and she began crawling.

The witch laughed. "What a cute sight. What a good, docile little sheep of a baby. I hope you use your powers enough to make it worth it!"

Rebecca glowered. Right. The powers. The one thing that made this all worth it, that she had underused so much before. She focused on Matilda. She focused harder then she ever had before. She wasn't being merciful anymore, if she had to do all this for her powers, she was going to ruin the bully's day as well.

She kept focusing, knowing Matilda was facing just some of the humiliation she was.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jun 18, 2022 at 2:56 AM
Content: Matilda hammered on Rebecca's door. She checked her phone. It was after classes, she should be back.

The mess in her diaper was horrible. It itched, and there was no hiding the smell anymore. The skirt she wore bulged out behind her, and she was forced to stand with her legs apart to make room for the now sodden padding.

She checked her phone. Half a dozen messages to Rebecca, no response.

She wanted to go back to her room and change herself. Except.... Rebecca had threatened much worse treatment if she changed without permission, and she didn't want to test that. More importantly, she didn't actually HAVE any more diapers. Rebecca stored them in her room, and gave them out as needed to keep Matilda in line. If she just cleaned herself she could easily end with a far more visible public problem. Not to mention ruined clothes or ruined bedsheets which would be harder to hide then a messy diaper.

She moaned and put a hand on the back of her diaper. The itch was getting worse. She needed out of this mess- figuratively and literally.

"OH MY GOD! What is that?"

Matilda froze in fear. Two other girls were walking behind her. She didn't recognize the voices and dared not turn to look. If they noticed...

"I don't know! Is it another problem with the sewage pipes?" the second girl asked.

"That or another stink bomb. Why are there so many of those?"

Fortunately, they walked by without noticing the source of the smell. It would get late soon. If she didn't find Rebecca, she'd have to spend all night in her bedroom and wait until morning for a change. Matilda went back to banging on the door.

...

Rebecca knelt in what had become of her bedroom. Her bottom itched and stung, she was panting, and tear lines ran down her cheeks. She was now wearing footed pajamas, made with the same words and patterns as her t shirt, thick, double layered diapers, and a bonnet. The pacifier remained stuck in her mouth, and the bear stuck in her hand.

The witch stood over her smiling. She held a long leather switch, which she ran up and down Rebecca's cheeks.

"Awww poor Babykins. Have you been crying? Didn't you have fun playing with your Mommy?"

Rebecca nodded, fearing what she'd do with the switch if she didn't.

The room itself hadn't changed much from the night before, aside from signs of their use. Discarded toys lay scattered on the floor, dropped wherever Rebecca was when the witch decided she was bored with their current game. A formerly empty diaper bucket was filled with far too many diapers then one night should need, and was left open, making the entire room smell like its contents. The sagging padding between her legs didn't help. The witch didn't seem to mind, and enjoyed Rebecca's obvious discomfort.

"Alright sweetie. We've had enough fun for the night. Its almost time for Babykins' classes! Are you ready?"

Rebecca nodded. "Yes Mommy," she said, finding the pacifier shrunk to the point she could talk.

"Stand up," she said.

Rebecca stood.

"Annnnddd..." the witch snapped her fingers. Rebecca gasped. The giant nursery changed back to her bedroom, and her onesie was replaced with her regular pajamas. The diaper, however, remained. As the witch promised, she didn't feel tired despite the sun coming through the window proving it was morning.

"Now, as I promised, I'll be leaving you a few gifts." The witch opened her closet door. In it was the "Babykins" t shirt, teddy bear and a bag of the "Dumb Baby" diapers. "Just in case the silly baby forgot her instructions, again. Every Wednesday when your classes are done, come into your room, put on one of your special diapers and your special t shirt. Grab your special teddy bear, sit cross legged on the floor and say "Babykins is ready to play, Mommy." Then, I'll appear, and we will begin. Understood?"

"Yes mommy."

"Repeat what I just told you so I know you got it."

Rebecca sighed. She closed her eyes and said "Every Wednesday I'm to come here, put on the special diaper and t shirt Mommy gave me, sit on the floor with the teddy bear, and say "Babykins is ready to play, Mommy."

"Good girl," she patted Rebecca's head. "And if Babykins forgets..." Rebecca's stomach turned enough to make her groan. "I'll find a way to reminder her. If you decide you don't want to, your magic disappears, and you deal with a very angry Matilda with ALL your photos. Understood?"

"Yes Mommy," she said. The feeling in her stomach disappeared.

"Good girl. I figured you'd see it my way. Smart girls listen to their mommy's logic. Now, you have classes soon and you'll probably want to change that diaper..."

Rebecca began to roll her eyes then stopped, not wanting to anger the witch. Having the ability to 'magic' her directly into a clean diaper, but leaving her in a messy one to change herself seemed deliberately obnoxious. In fact, there was probably more she could do. She could...

Her mind started to move toward something. If she could control someone's functions, make them incontinent, even give Rebecca the power over Matilda, then she almost DEFINITLY could...

No. The thought was gone in a cloud of fog.

"Are you paying attention sweetie? Babykins? Oh Babykins?" the witch was snapping her fingers in front of her face.

"Sorry mommy," she said.

"Good girl. What's my name?"

"Mommy."

"And what is yours?"

"Babykins, mommy."

"Good girl. Now, as I was saying, I'm going to leave you to change out of your stinky pampers. As a parting gift..." she snapped her fingers. A bag of the "Dumb Baby" diapers appeared in her hands.

"What am I supposed to do with these? Aren't there more in the closet?"

The witch shrugged. "That's up to you. By the way, Matilda will open your door the second after I leave. Goodbye Babykins?"

"What?!"

"AAAAA!" Rebecca's door flew open, and Matilda fell in. "Oooff," she said as she landed on the ground. "What the #$$@ Rebecca? You aren't here all night then you just pull the door open so I fall in? Since when isn't this locked?" Matilda pushed her shoulders off the ground and glared.

"Uhhhh..." Rebecca tried to regain her composure. "Its my business whether I... Oh god..." The smell hit her, and she remembered what she had made Matilda do the night before.

Had she been in that same diaper ALL night?! Rebecca wondered.

Matilda was getting up and dusting herself off. She was wearing pajamas with a skirt over them in a fashion faux-pas Matilda would never normally commit, but Rebecca could still see the bulge through her.

She HAD been in the same diaper all night. Rebecca realized she had probably been scared to change.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jun 19, 2022 at 3:19 AM
Content:

Domamir said:

WOW what a great story. I love it. I wish that mommy was my mommy. I know a few bullies that I would love to give the GIFT of incontinence to. I would like to give them 4 times the amount of poop that they would have in a week, in a half hour. But it would be all very soft and very sticky, kinda like wallpaper paste. Then have their blatter give them 4 times it's normal volume, and look like they just ate 5 pounds of asparagus, then the next time look like they ate 5 pounds of fresh beets.

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LOL. Well that would teach them a lesson
Glad you enjoyed

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jun 22, 2022 at 5:01 AM
Content: ...

Matilda stared at the bitch who had ruined her night. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "What was that? You used to be reasonable about this! Last night was disgusting! Why would you..." She stopped talking as her stomach turned.

Rebecca stepped toward her with a smug, confident look on her face. "I'm sorry what was that little girl? You arguing with me?"

"No..." she whined. She didn't want to make the situation worse then it was, and she didn't think her diaper could take any more.

"Good baby." She walked up to her. "My my, you are a stinky baby aren't you. I bet they could smell you ALL the way down the hallway, and see those buldging pampers." She reached a spare hand around and patted the back of Matilda's diaper, making her cringe.

Matilda tried to control her breathing and her insides. "Yes Ma'am. It was a rough night."

"Good," she patted the diaper again. "You deserve it after what you did to me."

"What I did..." she noticed the package in Rebecca's other hand. "Wha... what is that?"

Rebecca looked down at it, as if she had forgot it was there. "Oh..." she held it in front of herself.

Matilda gasped. "WHAT THE #($ ARE THOSE?!?"

They were the most ridiculous adult diapers she had seen, even after spending days searching online for ones to torment Rebecca on Halloween. They were huge, thick, and covered with prints. They even had writing on them, and she tilted her head to see...

"Dumb Baby. Really? After all you've done you have to go after me again like that? Its bad enough that you make me wear diapers at all, but you have to get ones that make fun of me for it?" she realized she had tears in her eyes, but couldn't stop them. "You're always talking about how much smarter you are then me, how you do so well in school, looking down on everyone else, and now..."

Rebecca cut her off. "Yes, I am. You are dumb. You barely passed school and only got here because of your dad's money while the rest of us had to work. You tried to hide it with your little team of bullies, but I can see what you are, and damn right I'm going to label you it. You are a dumb, stupid little baby in a messy diaper, and now the writing on your widdle pampers will identify you as such.." She reached around and grabbed the back of Matilda's padding. "You are a pathetic loser now, and are going to follow the winner's orders. You will wear these diapers so you can always remember how dumb you are. If not, I'll make your life hell, alright?"

The pain in her stomach increased, and the adrenaline from her anger wore off. "Yes ma'am," she managed weekly.

"Good baby," Rebecca patted her head. "Now, poopy pants. Go stand in the corner and wait until I come back."

"Stand in the corner!? WH..." she was cut off by another surge in her stomach.

"NOW!" Rebecca shouted and pointed. Matilda walked to the corner and hung her head. Rebecca walked behind her and pulled her pajama pants and skirt down, then handed her the bag of diapers. "Now, with one hand you are going to hold these so you remember how dumb you are, and with the other I want you to suck your thumb like a baby. I'm leaving my phone recording, and you won't move until I'm back. Then, you can change, and I have a game for us today."

"What's that?" Matilda asked, but got no answer. She clung to the diapers and sucked her thumb as ordered, and waited.

...

"What are we doing?" Matilda asked. She shuffled awkwardly, trying to push her skirt down to cover the diaper she was forced to wear. She angrily wondered who the heck made such a thing.

The issue is she could see no practical use for it. It was too thick to hide under any amount of clothing, too high for most of her beltlines to cover, and too wide to walk properly in. The material was absurdly stiff, and LOUD. She had to wonder if it was really as loud as she thought it was or if it was all in her head, but the clear sounds of plastic crinkling with each step, even when outdoors, even when other people were around making noise, left little doubt. Worse, the pattern meant if any part of it became visible- almost a guarantee given the size of the garment- it was be obvious what it was. The writing, "Dumb Baby," seemed like a bad joke. She had to wonder if even any of the kinksters who normally bought this stuff would want that.

The outfit Rebecca had made her wear- almost a costume- added to her problems. The choice of her shortest skirt was almost a no brainier. Ironically, it was one she had initially got for Rebecca herself. It was tiny, and probably wouldn't have done much to hide her regular diapers. With the new ones, it was practically smaller then the padding itself. Rebecca had then made her wear knee high white socks, something she would never do aside from a costume or under a longer skirt. Her t shirt too was an issue, a white t shirt with a teddy bear on it that somehow both added to the schoolgirl look while making it seem even more childish. It was a cut off, and ended above her waist, leaving her shifting her skirt up and down, debating between covering the bottom of her diaper but leaving the tapes uncovered or vise versa. She eventually left the bottom uncovered, hoping no one would be looking there anyway. Her normal choice of wearing underwear over the diaper was a non starter with Rebecca. Finally, to top it all off, Rebecca had put her hair in pigtails, the same she used to force on her.

The weird thing was, she didn't even know where half of it had come from. She could remember the skirt, but swore she left it with Rebecca. She imagined she could have forgotten a random pair of socks, but the shirt... why had she even bought such a thing? It seemed to just appear when Rebecca was looking for something in her closet, leaving her flabbergasted.

Rebecca, dressed in her normal frumpy sweater and long skirt with tights, smiled. "I told you, you are obeying me. Now lets go diaper girl." She smacked her bottom, then led her by the hand. Matilda quickly waddled after her.

She could tell where she was being lead almost right away. "Oh no Rebecca, please no. Whatever you're thinking, please no," she begged.

Rebecca only smiled in reply.

She was leading them to a specific intersection at the university, which had trees and cement benches to sit on. It was a common meeting place, pick up and make out area for some of the boys she liked, and where she...

She shuddered at the thought.

Where she and her friends had used to like to make Rebecca sit on guy's laps while wearing short skirts and soggy diapers. Several times. It was probably one of the cruelest in a long list of awful things she was learning to regret, if not THE cruelest. Aside from the Halloween Party, that is. She hated to think what kind of revenge Rebecca had in mind.

They arrived, and as expected, a group of varsity boys was sitting around, flirting with girls walking by.

"Please don't make me do this," Matilda said. She then gasped and grunted as her stomach and bladdered turned. The feeling disappeared, but the warning was clear.

"Remember this place?" Rebecca asked.

She nodded.

"You used to LOVE coming here to meet with your guy friends before your little change in situation, didn't you?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"Good girl. I've decided I've been to harsh with my treatment, since clearly you aren't getting the boy friends you used to. So, I'm going to change that today." She snickered. "Probably change a few other things to, eh? You see any guy there you know?"

Matilda looked at the group, then nodded sadly. "Ben. We've... done things together." She pointed at a tall, broad shouldered and light haired man who was passing a football back and forth.

"Ah. He seems bright. Real future there."

"Yeah.' "He's in pre-med you stuck up #($@," she thought, but didn't say out loud.

"Why don't you go over him, and pay him a visit? Do your little flirty thing and sit on his lap."

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jun 28, 2022 at 3:53 AM
Content: "That's it?" she asked.

"Yep. You are going to sit on his lap and STAY there. You will not get up until I say its time to go, no matter what happens. I will wave you forward when we are done."

She moaned. "Why?! What are you going to do?"

"Hey!" she pointed a finger into Matilda's nose. "That is for me to know and stupid little babies to find out. You will sit on his lap and stay there until I say, or you will leak right in front of them and leave a trail all the way back to your dorm for everyone to see, and I will make you do the same thing every day until you get it right. Understood?"

"So basically I have to sit on his lap in this ridiculously thick diaper while you do who knows what, or you will turn my stomach so bad everyone I pass will see, and then do it every day from now on?"

"Wow! What a smart baby!" Rebecca said in an obnoxiously cheery voice and ruffled her hair. It had little effect on the pigtails she had made her wear, but the effect on pride was enough. "Funny given what your pampers say. But yes, that's absolutely right soon-to-be poopy butt. That is, if you don't obey. Now, go do it."

Matilda walked... waddled... toward the crowd. She tried to regain some of the swagger she had been known for before Rebecca got her strange powers. She used to be able to walk so confidently up to any group, now she just wondered if anyone would notice her underwear, or when Rebecca would...

She grunted and let out a loud fart. She looked back at Rebecca, who smiled. "Just teasing," she said, then waved her forward.

Matilda walked up to the group and set her sight on Ben. The others stopped talking and looked at her as she walked through them. She prayed it was because her forced swagger was working, and not because they could see what was under her skirt.

"Matilda! Haven't seen you in a while!" Ben said.

"Uhhh... Just what I was thinking," she said.

"Pigtails? That's new. I didn't think you'd go for that look. Very cute," he said. She could have sworn she heard another guy laughing nearby.

She pushed up her pigtails, blushing as she remembered the hairstyle Rebecca made her wear. " You too. You're also looking... cute."

"Cute?" he said with a confused look on her face.

She swore at herself inwardly. He was NOT the type of guy to say that to. Flirting had come easier before. "I mean... cut. You've been to the gym a lot?"

He smiled. The fact that, despite being spelled similar, "cut" and "cute" sounded nothing alike didn't matter. "Oh yeah! I've been putting on some pounds!" He flexed an arm to show. "In a good way, I mean."

She smiled back at him. "Well I like what I see."

She felt her stomach turn, and looked behind her to see Rebecca watching and pointing at her wrist, where a watch might have been if she didn't own a cell phone.

She ran a finger along his leg. "Is this seat taken?" She tried biting her lip, one of her old seductive faces. He looked confused, and she changed her expression, realizing she had bitten the wrong lip.

He stared at her for a second, then spread his arms wide and out his hands behind himself. "Sure!" he said with a smiling.

She sat down on his lap, annoyed by how loud her diaper crinkled as it crushed against him. She could barely feel his leg through it, and squashed thoughts that told her he must be able to notice as well.

He wrapped his arms around her, with one hand sinking dangerously low. She pushed his hand away, and he looked at her confused. She smiled, and let it go. There was a risk he'd notice something if he put a hand around her waist or grabbed her ass, but if she sat on his lap and then pushed him away they'd all realize something was wrong.

She let the hand sink down and cradle her bottom. If he realized something was off, he didn't say anything.

"Sooo... what sorts of things do you do in the gym?" she said, trying not to sound as awkward as she felt. She leaned in close to him.

"Well a lot of things! I've been trying to bulk up, so heavy lifts. I can bench 350 pounds now!"

"Oh wow! That's so much!" Matilda said. She had absolutely no idea if that was good, but he was muscular enough that she assumed he must be strong. "So compared to me, thats..." Her mind blanked, the same fog. She tried to remember how much she weight, then questioned why she would tell him her weight.

"More" he said, raising his eyebrows. "A lot more. I could lift you if I wanted. I mean, if you wanted too. If we both wanted."

"Uhuh."

"I mean I'm pretty sure its more then you weigh. I might be wrong. I mean you don't LOOK like you weight that much, but I don't know."

"What?"

"I guess you're sitting on my lap so I can feel you weigh less then that, unless your feet are on the ground." He checked. "Uhhh nope, you weight less then that."

"Wow, thanks."

Matilda could feel the conversation getting more awkward. He was blushing, seeming to realize the same thing. She turned her head to look at Rebecca, who was nearby on another bench, and who pointed to her imagined watch and shook her head.

Matilda turned back to Ben. Conversation wasn't working, and she couldn't risk him getting bored and leaving her to deal with Rebecca's described punishment. Fortunately, or unfortunately, she knew one thing to keep their attention.

She put an arm around his shoulders, leaned in and kissed him. He was surprised at first, but then went into it.

They began making out, with him running his hands up and down her body. Each motion frightened her, and made her wonder if he'd notice her secret. He grabbed at her all everywhere he could. He he put a hand on the back of her skirt and spanked her hard, and her breath caught at the sound. Fortunately, he didn't to notice, and they kept going.

Even for her normal meat ups, this seemed a lot. They were in the middle of a popular court, but he was groping her like no one was watching. She waited for a professor to come by and tell them it wasn't a night club, or one of his friends to make a joke, but no one did. Instead, he kept going. She tried to match his energy, but blushed at the thought.

Finally she put a hand on his chest. "Whoah whoah there Ben, what are you doing?"

He looked surprised. "I mean, if you want to go..."

She glanced at Rebecca. "No, sorry. Just, never mind." She pulled him in for another kiss.

His hands went back on her, this time focusing on her skirt. He put one between her legs and moved it up, and reached down to block it. He seemed to acknowledge it, and went back to feeling up the bottom of her diaper, not knowing that is what it was.

She heard loud sound coming from her diaper. They both stopped, and she looked at Rebecca, who was smiling at her.

"What was that?" he asked.

"I heard that too," another said.

"Uhh probably nothing," she said, and pulled him in.

Another fart, and he pulled back a bit, but she pulled him in.

Mentally she went through a list of awful things she would do to Rebecca given the chance. She sure was having her fun. More and more came out of her, and they got louder.

He stopped and backed up. She smiled sheepishly.

"Are you farting? Like, constantly?" he asked.

"No..." she said. "I heard that too. Must be something else.

They returned to making out. Matilda braced herself for more of Rebecca's little "prank," but nothing came. Inwardly she let out a sigh of relief.

Then she felt something else. The padding around her legs was getting damp. She choked a bit as she realized what was happening.

Rebecca was making her WET herself. On a random boy's lap, in the middle of the court with dozens of people around.

She tried to ignore it and keep going at the same pace so he didn't get suspicious, but the feeling was making it hard.

"Do you hear something else?" he asked. "It sounds like... running water?"

"No. Probably rain."

He looked up at the sky. "Its clear and sunny!"

"Just... keep kissing me."

"What... umph."

She felt her padding expand around her.

"Is your ass changing shape? And getting warmer."

"NO!" she shouted.

She began to wonder how much her diaper could hold. She knew the padding was thick, but it just kept expanding and expanding. The feeling of damp material turned into the feeling of sitting in a puddle, and...

"What the fuck? Did something spill on my leg!?" he shouted, and some of his crowd turned to stare.

She pulled him in again. The less he spoke, the better. She turned to look at Rebecca while still kissing him, and she smiled and pointed at her wrist. She understood that as the symbol to keep going, and she did.

Fortunately, she could tell she stopped wetting herself. Rebecca seemed to have stopped just as she began to leak, and she was grateful for it.

Then...

She squeaked, and froze with her arms around him and her lips open.

"What is that?" he asked.

She was messing herself again. This time there was no warning, no gut wrenching, just muck pouring into her diaper.

"Its..." she tried to make herself start kissing him again, but couldn't.

Finally, she let out a breath. The feeling had stopped. The mush in her diaper was covering her, but there was nothing more coming out.

"Do you smell that?" he asked.

"No. Uhhh. Must be another stink bomb."

"Oh yeah there have been a lot of those this year for some reason. Do you want to move?"

She looked at Rebecca, who shook her head. She groaned, realizing she still wanted more. She turned back to Ben. "No, I like sitting here on your lap, in your big, strong arms, feeling you bounce me..." she stopped, shocked at herself. Where had THAT come from? It wasn't something she'd normally say, or ever say even. The idea itself seemed strange, and completely different from the image she liked to present. The word had just come out of her mouth without any thought.

He smiled. "Oh, you like that?" He began bouncing his leg. "Like it when your daddy bounces his little girl?"

She groaned. "No, I don't like that at all. Its weird, not my thing, and especially with what I'm wearing I DON"T want it," she wanted to say. Instead, she nodded and said "Mhmmm. Yes... Daddy. Please bounce me."

She still wondered why she had said it. The action was humiliating, even without the messy diaper taped to her waste. With it, she almost sick.

She pulled him close again. He kept bouncing, and began grabbing at the back of her diaper again.

She sniffed something, and realized it was herself. Despite the thickness of her diaper, the amount in it and his bouncing made it obvious. He seemed to notice too, and made a face as they were kissing.

"You know, I don't think its a stink bomb," a voice said behind her. "It smells more like a dirty diaper."

Matilda's eyes went wide in panic, and she looked at the speaker. It was a dark hared man. She figured he was on one of the teams, but his short stature and narrow shoulders seemed out of place amount the athletes.

"What?" another of his companions said.

"Yeah my parents had a few kids when I was a teen, and I used to help out. That DEFINITLY smells like a dirty diaper," he said.

"No... that doesn't make sense at all!" Matilda said.

"Why not?" he said, and the crowd turned to her.

"I... uhhh...." she said, blushing and frightened by the sudden attention. "I...AAA!" she gasped.

She was cut off as messed herself again. This time, instead of being coming quietly and slowly, it poured out of her with a loud, stomach turning BRAPPT that left little question what was happening.

"Oh god oh god..." she whispered. Her diaper, previously inflated, now expanded and sagged drastically over his leg. The smell immediately hit her, and she could tell from the other's reactions they noticed it too. People began backing away from her. A few let out audible "ewws" and blocked their noses.

More came. She wasn't just messing herself, she was LOUDLY and horribly messing herself, in a short skirt and insanely thick diaper, as a crowd of her former friends and boy toys watched her.

"What are you doing? Are you ok?" asked Ben, who, thankfully, still seemed unclear on what was going on.

It stopped, and she let out a sobbing gasp.

"Ok that smell is back and its WAY worse," one of the other boys said, and got up and left. "That's one of the worse stink bombs yet." Other's agreed, and began moving away from her. She glanced around the emptying square. The boy who had correctly identified the smell winked at her. A few others stared or began to look for the source of the smell, but most were leaving.

She looked at Rebecca, who waved her toward, finally ending her game.

Matilda looked at Ben. "Thanks... uh... Daddy. I have to go but I'll see you another time?"

He was staring around the crowd and blocking his nose. "Ok. Yep. I'll see you another time." He didn't seem upset at all as she got up and left.

She walked toward Rebecca. Half way through, she let out another loud BRAPPT, and people turned to look at her. She walked faster.

They walked together back toward the dorm. Each step sent shivers down her spine as her diaper shifted. She was shocked it wasn't leaking more.

"That was, cruel," she said. There was no other word for it. "Disgusting, too." There was a second.

Rebecca smiled and smacked her bottom. "No, it was fair. Its the exact sort of thing you'd do to me, if you could."

She glared. She honestly had no idea what she'd do with that power. It wasn't something she had considered, it was such a strange idea. "Well... you didn't have to make it so loud. Or gross. Or..." she shook her head as tears welled in her eyes. "So awful."

Rebecca laughed. "Oh, but I did. Get this straight, you dumb baby. I'm in control now. I went easy on you before, but that ends now. I want to see you upset. I want to see you crying, running, shouting. I want you to be humiliated, and I only have one way of making that happen." She reached down and pressed Matilda's diaper. "I am going to make use of powers and take revenge for how you treated me for years, so get used to the idea, stinky girl." With that, she turned another corner and walked away.

Matilda watched her leave, speechless. What was she planning?

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jul 18, 2022 at 6:33 PM
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Pixelboy said:

Waiting for the next part. I like this story a lot so far

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Thanks! Might be a bit of time but I hope to have some up by this weekend

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Timestamp: Jul 20, 2022 at 3:09 AM
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Pixelboy said:

Oh thats pog, take your time tho, your stories are probably the best i have read on here. keep up the effort bro

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Awww thank you I don't know if I agree but that is so kind to say!

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Aug 29, 2022 at 5:55 AM
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weaper said:

Please

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yes! I'm sorry, I've just been so busy and stressed I've barely had a chance to get online, much less write

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 17, 2023 at 5:40 PM
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FullOfPixels said:

It's alright, mental health always comes first

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thanks for understanding

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 17, 2023 at 5:41 PM
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Domamir said:

Sounds like you could use a hug
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Write when you can, we all know your health must come first. We just enjoy your story so much that we sometimes forget that life sometimes gets in the way of things that we want to do. So keep it in mind that whenever we ask about your story, we also want you not to feel alone. We care about you and are hoping you are doing good.

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aww thank you! I can always use one. You're very sweet.
I did get another section now though!

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 17, 2023 at 5:42 PM
Content: "Ooog..." Rebecca said as she crawled across the ground, the nonsense word making her blush as it came from behind her pacifier. She slobbered over it as she crawled, forcing out more idiotic grunts. "Mmpha," she said, and tried to keep her eyes from rolling.

The witch stood over her, watching and smiling. She was wearing her usual Halloween costume-esque equivalent of the traditional witches' outfit Rebecca had seen in television, with a tall black hat, low cut black top and short black skirt with matching knee high socks. In her hands was a long black rod which she used to direct Rebecca and instantly "correct" any mistakes with a sharp smack to her diaper or thighs.

The one difference in the look was something Rebecca had seen her occasionally wear: her own thick, black, diaper, easily and deliberately visible under her skirts. She had worn them from time to time after her first few "games" with Rebecca, and Rebecca held her tongue rather then mention it. She assumed it was all part of the witch's kinks she now forced on Rebecca. This had shocked her at first, as she had grown used to the witch using them as a form of humiliation and control. However, it never gave the same feeling as it did with the others. While both Rebecca and Matilda blushed at their baby printed versions and tried to hide them, the way the witch flaunted her black version, moving confidently around as she gave instructions, emphasized it was a deliberate choice. It was as if she was saying, "Yes, I can choose to do the thing that most represents your submission, and I still get to control you. You are so far beneath me it doesn't even matter. You are so pathetic you are a diapered submissive even to another willing diapered girl." Either way, the witch hadn't brought it up, and Rebecca didn't dare try.

"Good baby!" the witch said. "You are coming really far on your voice training. Now keep making your cute noises and crawl toward the play pen, and take your teddy with you." She snapped the rod across Rebecca's diaper and pointed it at the other end of her room, which was now dominated by a gigantic net play pen.

She still thought of it as "Her room," but she wasn't sure that was the case. Every Wednesday the witch came and her room became something different, and she wasn't sure if it was being changed or if she was being transported. This time it was even more difficult to tell. Though the room and décor was all stuff she had seen before- the oversized cribs, high chairs, and toys between brightly painted walls covered with cartoon characters and soft carpet- it was now far bigger then before. Crawling from place to place seemed to take forever, and when she got to any of the furniture, she found herself dwarfed by it even more then usual. She crawled by a crib she knew she wouldn't be able to enter or exit if she tried, and a high chair she could have sworn was fifteen feet off the ground. For the life of her, she could tell if she had shrunk or if the room she was in now was the size of a small gymnasium.

She looked up at the witch. The witch also seemed bigger. It was hard to tell from where she crawled, but she could have sworn that even if she stood up, the witch would be head, shoulders, stomach, and hips above then her, despite normally being roughly the same height. She guessed her head would come up roughly to the witch's short skirt and diaper, which she guessed may have been a deliberate choice. Was it an optical illusion? Clothing made to emphasize size? Some kind of internal impression because of her power over her, the way a celebrity may seem taller? Or just the magic?

"Uwu maaa" Rebecca said, improvising more of the sounds the witch had made her use. Her "voice training", as the witch called it, involved her being forced to either make nonsense babble or speak with a lisp, depending on the witch's commands. She had practiced it several times in their meetings, getting quickly "corrected" for any mistakes, so she dared now try now. Instead she concentrated on the play pen, which was both bigger and further away then she anticipated.

She passed a mirror. The witch liked to spread them liberally throughout the rooms they 'played' in, presumably so Rebecca could constantly see her own humiliating outfits and positions. The witch often made a point of this, forcing her to watch as her normal clothes changed into submissive outfits, then force her to comment on how cute she looked. She checked herself- this time in a baby blue bonnet, matching pacifier, white dinosaur themed onesie, and long white socks with tiny red bows. All of this was over the one consistent part of her costumes- the excessively thick, colorful, and cartoon printed diapers that budged behind her from under her onesie. Even after a life time of wearing medical diapers for incontinence, seeing the witch's punishing version of the same thing made her cringe inside. The only thing that didn't fit the look was a pink collar with a heart shaped tag that labelled her "Mommy's Baby Girl," and emphasized her predicament as a form of humiliating submission, rather then being thought of as a baby.

"Aww, see the mirror?" the witch asked. She pointed at the reflection. "That's you, Babykins! Not another baby, you! Don't you look cute?"

Rebecca forced herself to nod. "Mmmrmm," she mumbled.

The witch shook her head. "No no, try the other voice and say it."

"I wook vewy coot mommy," she said.

"Good girl! Now back to the sounds and crawling."

"Rumph" she said, and continued to crawl. She felt the witches hand come down on her backside, and looked up to see the witch smiling at her. She went back to crawling, and tried to ignore the witch continuously patting and squeezing her as she did. She remembered that this was, after all, for the witch's amusement, and she needed to play along to avoid worse punishment.

The play pen was coming closer, and once again it seemed to have grown. Every time she thought she would reach it she realized it was in fact further away then she assumed. By the time she reached it, her limbs felt exhausted from the motion.

She looked up at the play pen. It was huge, with white net walls way over her head. The toys inside matched, each massive versions of their normal selves. If the witch put her in there, there would be no way to get out.

The witch, now appearing to be a giant, grabbed the top of the wall of the play pen, and opened it. She signaled Rebecca to crawl in, and she did. The ground inside was soft and padded, and toys lay scattered everywhere.

"Ok, good baby. Now, I want you to put on a show for mommy. You've mastered the baby talk, the baby crawling, and baby diaper filling," Rebecca blushed at the last one "Now to practice your baby acting. Play around, improvise, and try to have fun."

Rebecca looked up at her and cocked her head to the side. "Mrrph?" she asked. "Are you serious?" she would have said if it wouldn't have gotten her in trouble.

The witch smiled at her. "Confused? Its simple, even for a widdle babykins brain like you. All you have to do is play!"

Rebecca looked out over the piles of toys scattered across the room. "Ummpha," she slobbered. "BRRRpa."

"Here," the witch said, drawing Rebecca's attention back to her. "There are some nice blocks there, plenty safe for babies to play with. Why don't you build a nice little castle for your princess teddy bear?" She pointed at a pile with her rod.

Rebecca looked at it. There were colorful blocks with letters on them, each about about a foot across. Among them was a large teddy bear, about half as long as Rebecca was tall, and dressed in a pink medieval-esque "Princess" dress and tall pointed hat. Why is everything always pink in these worlds? She asked herself, but instead went to work.

She first sat the doll up, figuring it would be easier to build that way then cover its entire length. She then began to pile the blocks in a square around it. They were surprisingly light for their size, and she quickly began to make a structure.

"That's good, but babies tend to enjoy playing rather then look grumpy. Try smiling and giggling while doing it."

Rebecca paused. She definitely did not want to smile like an idiot while playing with children's toys, but multiple weeks of "training" had taught her better then to disobey. She forced a smile and kept stacking the blocks. After a few went up well, she made herself giggle.

Soon she had built square walls around the teddy. She knew the witch would want it decorative, so she kept a 'window' for it to look out, and added crenellations to the top. When finished, she made herself giggle again and clap her hands in her best impression of a happy baby. Hopefully that would satisfy the witch.

"Good baby! What a good little girl!" the witch, who was suddenly inside the play pen, walked up and ruffled her hair. "Now, take it down."

Rebecca began taking the blocks down piece by piece.

"Ah ah ah, do you think a baby would be that careful?" the witch asked, brandishing the rod menacingly.

Rebecca looked back at the castle, thought a moment, then swung her hand at it. It went down in a rain of colorful destruction. Rebecca made herself giggle and clap again.

"Good baby. Now," the witch pointed her rod at the princess teddy bear, which suddenly tripled in size. A second later, the pile of blocks grew with it. "May another, one you can fit in as well. And add a few towers."

Rebecca gapped and her pacifier fell out of her mouth. The witch raised her eyebrows, and Rebecca quickly grabbed it and put it back in. She looked pleadingly at the witch. "Rumfa?" she asked, hoping the point got across.

The witch shook her head. "No no, you're going to play for me Babykins. I'm training you to be a good baby, and part of being a good baby is to just play and have fun for your mommy or daddy without direction. Until you can do naturally, I am going to give you instructions, and you will follow. That means you'll be doing the same things over and over, got it? Not get going baby butt, before I decide you need a spanking."

Rebecca looked at the now giant stuffed princess and pile of blocks. She sighed, then forced her best smile, and got to work.

In a way, it was fun. Silly, kind of funny, and embarrassing as she knew the joke was on her. However, when compared with the other things she had done here, it was relaxing, even enjoyable. She tried to get into it, figuring it would make the time go faster while satisfying the witch. If this was how it always went, she wouldn't be so angry at Matilda for causing all this.

(Sorry for the long delay. I'll have another section up this weekend to make up for it. Hope it didn't upset all you babies! )

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 19, 2023 at 10:51 PM
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Matilda stood on the crowded bus, carefully cradling her empty back pack. She watched as stops went by and the crowd of strangers got thinner, but didn't sit down on any of the empty seats. That would mean being squished between two people, and they were too crowded together for her too feel safe doing that in her current outfit. Besides that, she figured if she remained as perfectly still as possible, there was less of a chance of exposure.

A man, tall, dark, and lean, was looking toward her. She wasn't sure if it was a coincidence or if he was deliberately staring.

She caught her breath. Was he making a funny face at her?

She looked down at the clothes she was assigned to wear today. Her belt had dropped down slightly, and between it and her shirt, the edge of her colorfully printed and double thick Cushies diaper was visible. Panicked, she folded it down then adjusted her belt and shirt until it was invisible. She looked back at the man, who stared forward with the same face, leaving her unsure if he noticed.

The bus suddenly stopped, and as her hands were now on her shorts and bag rather then the support poll in the bus, she flung forward to all fours.

"Nooo!" she thought. She could FEEL her diaper ride up above her belt line. She reached back to pull on her shorts, and fell forward to her face. She reached one hand in front of her head to support herself, while the other stayed behind.

Under her hand, she felt a solid three inches of plastic. Her tiny shirt had gone up her back, her equally tiny shorts had gone down her bottom, and the diaper had stayed exactly where it was, colorful prints shining like a beacon. Worse, with the colorful printed ones Rebecca now made her wear in public, there was no denying what it was.

"You ok miss?" someone asked.

"Yes," she said. "Just one..." she spotted her back in front of her. She grabbed at it.

Her breath caught. Underneath was something almost as bad as her diaper which Rebecca now made her carry, and which anyone around could now see. She panicked again, grabbed it, and with one hand holding it and her bag and the other on her shorts, she ran off the bus before anyone could ask. She definitely didn't want to know what Rebecca would do if she lost THAT.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she got off. She looked down at what she had grabbed, cleaned it off, and put it back in her pocket.

She then looked at her reflection in the window.

She had no idea what made Rebecca's change in attitude, but it was both frightening and infuriating. Her new instructions were often so harsh she almost wanted to just give up, stand up to her, and let Rebecca give whatever punishment she could through her bizarre magic. Humiliating as that might be, the way she was being treated since the incident at the school benches was almost as bad.

She still remembered the day she got back to Rebecca's room after that horrible day, as if it was just a moment ago.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 24, 2023 at 4:10 AM
Content: Rebecca smirked at Matilda. "Enjoy your shower, stinky?"

Matilda grimaced and looked down. "Yes, ma'am." She hated the words coming out of her mouth. The power had shifted weeks before, but now Rebecca was taking full advantage, and Matilda didn't like where she ended up. She wanted more then anything to scream at Rebecca and refuse her instructions. Still, whatever power Rebecca had somehow got was far to hard to face. It made no sense, but she couldn't risk it.

"And did you follow all my instructions? Come back like I said?"

She nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"Then prove it."

Matilda sighed. She took her backpack off, opened it up, and emptied it on Rebecca's bed. Out feel two bags of adult diapers, one all white, one purple and printed with small cartoons, and labelled "Cushies." Along with it came powder and wipes, then the onesie and pacifier that made up Rebecca's costume on Halloween. Essentially, everything she had used to humiliate Rebecca was now in her possession.

She looked at Rebecca, who raised her eyebrows expectantly back at her.

Matilda sighed, pouted, and opened the front section of her backpack. She emptied out her thongs and panties, all her old underwear, onto the bed.

"Good baby," Rebecca said. "These," she said, holding up one of her panties "are getting cut up and going in the trash, and you are going to do it out while I watch, so you know this is for real. And THESE" she held up a diaper "are going on you. For now, they will all go in my closet, and you can come by and beg for one if you need a change, which will happen at my discretion. And the other instruction?"

Matilda rolled her eyes. She lifted her skirt to show nothing underneath. As Rebecca's final instruction before she showered, she was to wear her shortest skirt with no underwear. Rebecca had told her she wouldn't wear "big girl undies" as long as they knew each other.

"And back?"

Matilda turned around. Rebecca grabbed her bare bottom, then spanked it hard, causing her too gasp. "Good girl. All clean, and you didn't put your big girl undies back on. Good to know you can follow instructions. Maybe I won't make you mess your pretty pampers in class tomorrow."

Matilda groaned at the implied threat.

Rebecca took the plain white diapers and put them in her own closet. "I don't want to see these on your butt. From now on, the plain white ADULT diapers are for ADULTS like me. The cute printed BABY diapers are for BABIES like you, who were too dumb to realize they should mess with people smarter then they are. HOWEVER," she continued, raising a finger. "I know the printed diapers are a lot more expensive and slower to get. I saw the website you ordered them from, and I'm guessing they took a few weeks?"

Matilda nodded, though she wondered why Rebecca would ask when she was the one who gave her the bizarre "dumb baby" diapers.

"So, you will stock up on the plain white adult diapers, and order more of the others. Every day you will wear one of the white ones and one of the printed ones over it. That way, everyone who notices can see how babyish your diapers are, but as long as you aren't too stinky or soggy, we can reuse them while replacing the cheaper white ones. See? Clever. You would never have come up with that, because you're a dumb baby and I'm a smart adult."

Matilda gapped at her. "TWO diapers?!" she said. "The Cushies are thick enough, don't even mention your OTHER ones. How am I supposed to keep them hidden!?"

Rebecca shook her head. "Not my problem. In fact, the opposite. You never gave me mercy, so now I'll do the same to you." She leaned in close and lowered her voice. "I want you in thick double diapers and your flimsiest possible clothes. I want every second of your day to be spent trying to hide them and wondering who noticed. I want you blushing every time someone snickers or laughs near you. And, I want you to know you brought it on yourself, and you deserve each second of your humiliating punishment. Now, on the bed," She patted the sheets.

Matilda lay down and covered her face. Matilda watched as the first thick, white hourglass shape was brought toward her, followed by the colorful one. She lifted her hips for each. She cursed herself for buying them. She just HAD to rub it into Rebecca, and get those bizarre adult baby diapers from that strange website. Now, she was cursed to wear them herself. What she had meant to be a one night joke for Rebecca had become a continuous embarrassment for her. Rebecca went to work, an expert hand at the trade, and had her powdered and diapered in a moment. The thick padding and plastic was wrapped between her legs and tapped on snug. She sat up, getting used to the new feelings and sounds. Every motion brought new sensations that reinforced her new status in her mind. The cuffs clung to her, the padding rubbed against her, and the plastic crinkled constantly. It was a diaper that was made to be as obvious as possible, and it succeeded.

"Now, open wide!" Rebecca said. Matilda saw the pacifier in front of her mouth.

"Please don... UMPH!" she said, cut off by the nub. She hung her head and suckled.

"Good baby," Rebecca said. She reached out and pinched her cheeks. "Awww don't you look so cute in your widdle pampers, sucking your pacifier." She laughed. "I mean BIG pampers. You won't have an easy time keeping THOSE hidden. You remember when you made me wear triple thick ones?"

Matilda nodded.

"Well see this as a light punishment, considering. You know, you always made fun of me for my incontinence, but I don't think that's enough for you. No, you're going to be my little baby. I want you to order more of these cute printed diapers, and I want you to carry your pacifier in your pocket at all times. When you are alone in the dorms, I want you sucking it, understood?"

"Yes Ma'am," Matilda said.

"That's another thing. I'm sick of "ma'am'. That is what I called you. YOU aren't just my diapered servant, you are my baby. I want you to call me "mommy", alright?"

Matilda groaned. She recognized what was happening, she had felt it from the other side. Rebecca had began to feel the power, the great feeling of humiliating her enemy. However, the second she hit one level, she'd just crave another, then another... She had done it when she made Rebecca dress as a baby to the party, and when she had made her walk through the university in a messy diaper. Now, the shoe was on the other foot, and she was helpless to her whims. Once again, her silly joke on Rebecca had become her hell. She wished she could shout, argue, fight back. However, all she said was "yes Mommy."

"Good baby. Now, time for your punishment."

Matilda threw up her arms. "What? This isn't my "punishment?"

Rebecca waggled her fingers. "No, no. This is just your life now. When you make mommy mad, you'll be punished, and you've made her VERY mad. Come here," she grabbed her wrist.

"What are you going to do?" Matilda was pulled to her feet, then turned around.

"I know your rich daddy spoiled you and gave you whatever you wanted" Matilda rolled her eyes at that "but when I grew up, my parents gave me limits. And when I broke those limits, they punished me. I think its time someone finally put you in your place. So, how would a mommy discipline a spoiled little girl."

Matilda stared at her. "No, you don't mean..."

"Mhmm." Matilda was cut off as Rebecca pulled her over her lap.

"NO! Please don't spank me! I'll do anythi... OW!"

The first whack caught her off guard. It was stunning, and sent a shock through her entire body. Even with the diaper on, the pain made her gasp and open her eyes, and the humiliation made her shudder.

"Awww did that hurt you that much? Poor baby. Better bite down on your pacifier, this will get MUCH worse." WHACK! Another, harder smack made her gasp. She felt Rebecca rub her diapered behind and groaned, wondering how far she'd take it.

Then the spanking began in earnest. Hard, rhythmic whacks came down upon her diapered behind, each one making her gasp. The pain got worse and worse, and she heard her own cries get louder.

What made the situation worse was that, in a way, there was no reason for her to accept it. She had spent her life in sports when Rebecca was reading, and could easily push herself up and fight back. However, the bizarre type of blackmail Rebecca had over was worse then any humiliating spanking.

The pain was getting to be too much. "PLEASE! I"M SORRY! PLEASE STOP!" she said.

Miraculously, the whacks stopped. Rebecca went back to rubbing her diaper. "Aww, does the widdle baby want me to stop spanking her diapered butt?" Another hard whack took surprised her again.

"Yes!" Matilda shouted.

Another smack. "Then you better ask again. PROPERLY, this time, with my name, and what you want." Another spank.

Matilda groaned. "Please stop spanking my diapered butt Mommy."

"OK, good baby," Rebecca said cheerfully. She grabbed the waist bands of her doubled-up diapers.

"Thanks, wait what?" Matilda said as she felt her diaper being pulled down.

"You wanted your diaper off. Then you asked me stop spanking your diapered butt. Meanwhile, I wanted to START spanking your pretty bare @$$ instead." She laughed. "Sorry, I shouldn't swear in front of the baby. Bare bum. Way I see it, we are both getting what we want, and I'm doing you two favors in one."

"NO NO NO PLEASE! OWW!"

The spanking continued, faster this time, as Rebecca rained down blows. The only relief came when she stopped a few times to rub and grope her bottom, then went back to the spanking. Soon, to her shame, Matilda was crying over the other girl's lap.

Matilda lost track of time. The pain mounted until she even forgot the embarrassment. A while later she realized the smacks had stopped all together, and she was merely sobbing pathetically, folded over as Rebecca rubbed her and shushed her.

"There's a good baby. There's a good baby. Learn your lesson?"

"Yes mommy," Matilda sobbed.

"Good." She gave her two more pats on the bottom, then pulled her diaper up. "Now, go stand in the corner with your hands on your head, suckle your pacifier, and don't move unless you want another spanking. I want you thinking about what you have done, what your future will be, and why that's your fault, until I'm done my homework and come to get you. It should take about an hour, then you can pose for some pretty pictures. Have fun!"

Matilda groaned and stepped toward the corner. She did have a lot to think about. She knew her life was about to change, it really was in a way her fault, and there was nothing she could do about it.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 27, 2023 at 1:06 AM
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GypsyNappy said:

Keep it coming please, i never thought I'll enjoy reading

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LOL Glad I could spread the love of literature! Never thought it would come through stories about women messing diapers and spanking each other, but there you go!

Thanks a lot for the comment, I'll have more up soon!

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 28, 2023 at 8:27 PM
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FullOfPixels said:

Happy that the new parts are out, definitely worth the wait!

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Thanks for saying so! I'm glad people are enjoying it. I'll have a new part up in 15 seconds!

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 28, 2023 at 8:37 PM
Content: The memory came through Matilda's head in shocking, vivid images, as if they were happening right then and there. Her rage at it grew, and she almost wanted to head back to the dorms there and then to shout at Rebecca, but knew it would end badly.

From that point on, her relationship with Rebecca, and in turn much of the rest of her life, had gone downhill. It all cumulated in her standing there, on an embarrassing "Mission", dressed... she shuddered.

Dressed mainly in clothes that would have been perfect otherwise. A tight, short, almost crop top shirt, wide belt, and tight, low waisted shorts. They were some of her more provocative clothes, which she bought specifically for attention. Now, with the double diapers underneath, she was attracting an entirely different form of attention. Along with it, the pacifier she was now required to always have on her, and which was almost exposed on the bus.

Arguably it could be worse. Normally Rebecca put her in short skirts, which meant an added risk of them being visible from below. The few occasions she had fallen over as she she had on the bus while wearing a skirt, her embarrassing underwear became exposed to anyone nearby with eyes. Worse was when Rebecca made her "use" them and the dark padding hung below. Still, the outfit left little to the imagination.

The waist band of the printed diaper was showing, and above that, the white one went even higher. She sighed, folded both down, and adjusted the rest of her clothes. It still had an obvious bulge and forced her legs awkwardly apart, but it was better then before. She looked down at the object in her hand, which she had grabbed off the side walk. It was her pacifier, which Rebecca demanded she always had on her. She stuck it in her pocket. As with the diapers, she hated thinking it was there, but it was better then what Rebecca did when she disobeyed. THAT hadn't been fun.

The class ended, and Matilda stood up to leave. She reached down to smooth her skirt, ensuring it hid what was underneath. She left as quickly as she could and began walking to her new class.

"And where are you going little one?"

Matilda froze and shuddered. She turned to see the woman she now called "Mommy" smiling at her.

"To my next class, urm..." she looked down the hall to make sure no one was listening, then whispered "Mommy. Do you need anything?"

Rebecca chuckled. "Yes. I need to make sure you're following your rules. Come on," she took Matilda by the hand and began pulling her to a sperate hallway.

"What are... where are we going?"

"I figured you'd want some privacy. Or we can just do it here where everyone can see?"

Matilda shook her head and followed. She hated feeling so submissive to her rival, but she hated the idea of being exposed even more.

They ended in a hallway slightly off the main course. She could still see people walking back and forth at the end, but at the very least there was no one heading down toward her. "Can we move a bit further? Or somewhere more private..."

"Finish that sentence."

"Can we move somewhere more private, mommy?"

"Well maybe if you had asked right the first time, but since you didn't, no. Now, skirt up."

Matilda groaned, looked down the hall way each direction, then obeyed.

"Higher. I want to see all of it."

Matilda obeyed again.

"Good baby," Rebecca said, annoyingly loudly. Rebecca smiled down at her diaper, then rotated her finger to signal her to turn around. Matilda turned, and felt Rebecca's hand smack the back of her diaper. She then turned back.

"Ok, can I go to class now?" she demanded.

"Wow feisty feisty. I don't think that was the only rule. Where is your paci baby girl? No no, don't drop the skirt."

Matilda sighed. With one hand still holding up her skirt, she reached the other behind herself to grab her back pack. She fumbled trying to hold her skirt up while simultaneously opening a pocket, and took out her pacifier.

"Good baby. And since you were so feisty and forgot to say "mommy" again, you can put that in your mouth and hold up your skirt with both hands. And put your back pack back on, its cute.

Matilda was near tears with both anger and fear. She looked again down the hallway. No one had come down, but they were dangerously close.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to punch Rebecca and shove the annoying diaper down her throat. Instead, she put her bag back on, put her pacifier in her mouth, and held up her skirt.

Rebecca looked like she was going to laugh, which enraged Matilda more. "Good baby. You're so cute when you try to glare above your widdle paci. Smile for the camera!" She took out her phone and snapped a picture, surprising Matilda. She showed the picture to her.

Matilda groaned at it. Her own shocked face, flanked by pigtails with bows, a pacifier in her mouth, a t shirt with a teddy bear on it and her plaid skirt held up to show off her diaper above long stockings. Every aspect made for the best, worst, photo possible. Even the back pack, in this scenario, had the exact effect Rebecca wanted.

"Can I go now, mommy?" She asked.

"One more thing. Did I say to wear a diaper?"

Matilda looked at her in confusion. "Yes, mommy?"

"No, silly baby. "A" means one. I DEFINITLY said TWO. Where is the white diaper underneath?"

Matilda gapped, and her pacifier dropped to the floor. "I umm.. uh... #$@."

Rebecca laughed and waggled a finger. "No swearing. Alright. After your next class you will report to my bedroom for your spanking."

"WHAT!? You can't.... ugh..." she stopped as sudden cramps hit her stomach. She felt her bladder grow and begin to drip into her diaper.

Rebecca leaned in close to her. She reached down her padding and pushed it against her, making Matilda gasp. With her other hand she smacked her bottom, grabbed it, and squeezed. She whispered in her ears. "Oh I most certainly can little girl. I am going to spank you until you are in tears and begging me to stop. Then, since you only wore one today, you are going to wear the extra tomorrow and I'll get to see you waddling around in triple thick pampers, and you'll be grateful for the extra padding because you're bottom will be sore ALLLLL day. And if you want to refuse, then the entire college will see you mess yourself again and again until you agree. Got it?"

Matilda fought back tears. Not long ago, she was at the social top of the college, and someone like Rebecca was barely a joke. She wore the newest fashions and got all the attention she wanted. Now she was agreeing to getting spanked and wore outfits that made her blush and want to hide. Worse still, there was nothing she could do about it, or it would get worse.

"Yes, Mommy," she said.

Rebecca backed up. "Good girl, Babykins. Don't forget your pacifier!" she said too loudly, and left.

She then stopped and turned back. She put her hand to her chin as if thinking. "Oh, and one more thing. I bet you wish you HAD worn your extra diaper, because the smell wouldn't be so noticible."

Matilda looked at her confused. "Smell? What smell?" The realization hit her. "No please mommy no!" She said, way too loudly, and in vain.

Rebecca only laughed "Dumb baby," she said.

BRAAPPT... The sound was as loud as her begging had been. Matilda doubled over as her guts turned, and she felt her the contents of her stomach explode into the back of her diaper. It was over quickly, but the damage was done.

She looked at Rebecca, eyes pleading. "Please mommy, don't make me..."

"You're not skipping class, and I'm not giving you a fresh diaper until its time for your spanking. This is what you get for disobeying me. I recommend sitting far away from the other students, especially those boys you like to flirt with. Have fun!"

Matilda stood up and looked down at the padding, now hanging beneath her skirt. It was far from the worse Rebecca had given her, but having to sit in it for a full class was not going to be fun.

She groaned and remembered what the class WAS. It was an English class, where, for reasons she couldn't explain, she was the only student consistently given children's books to report on. Worse, the professor had assigned her to sit at the front of an already crowded class.

She signed, looked at her watch, and noticed she was late. So even entering would attract attention. It would NOT be a fun afternoon, and she would not risk disobeying Rebecca again.

Matilda felt her rage boil at the memory. Once again, it had come almost as a vision, clear as if it was happening right then. She HAD been sore the entire next day, and trying to sit normally in class was just a constant reminder of her new status. Another flash of anger came, and she wanted to punch the image in the reflection. Instead, she turned, and continued on her task.

She had ran off the bus one stop before she had wanted to. This left her moving a few blocks in the annoying walk-waddle her now extra thick diapers forced her into, another thing she cursed Rebecca for. She HATED how obvious the motion was, and especially the chaffing it caused. She had tried talcum powder, but then she had smelled notably like a nursery all day.

She grunted. ALMOST all day. Rebecca heard her complaining about it and, in her words, "gave her something else to smell like." Another act of cruelty that made her angry.

Finally, she arrived at her destination. She checked her phone to ensure it was the right place.

"Buyers Medicine Mart." A pharmacy that carried, among other things, a wide variety of adult diapers. They were running low on the normal medical brands that Rebecca wore as her only underwear and Matilda wore under her printed ones, and since she was effectively acting as Rebecca's servant in any embarrassing task, it became her job to buy more.

This lead to a conundrum. The ones she had bought before were all online, which would mean too long of a delivery period. When she asked Rebecca where she normally got hers without attracting attention, Rebecca shrugged, patted her head, and said "Figure it out, dumb baby." She also wouldn't tell her where she had ordered the "Dumb Baby" diapers.

This meant Matilda had to manually buy adult diapers, the thought of which was enough to make her want to hide. She couldn't buy them anywhere on or near campus, or she'd risk being recognized. She didn't want to go somewhere with too many people, or too many might see. However, it needed to be a big enough store to have what she needed. Worse, she decided she couldn't do any at peak shopping hours.

She had considered going late at night when others would be asleep, but most were closed too early.

This left Wednesday afternoon in a store a fair distance from the campus. She had no classes at that time, and Rebecca always seemed busy with something else. From the feeling in her guts during and the bizarre plans for her Rebecca often had Thursday morning, she could only assume she spent the entire time thinking up more evil ways to punish and humiliate her. She told Rebecca her plan, and prayed she'd be kind enough to not mess with her as she travelled across the city.

If Rebecca was gentle, no one recognized her, and her back pack was big enough to hide them, this should be relatively painless. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and walked in. She grabbed a basket and walked down the isles looking at the signs.

"Shampoo, Soap, Family planning..." and finally, "incontinence." She looked both ways and walked down.

She stared at the line of packages. Depends, Molicare, a store brand... Rebecca had warned these wouldn't be enough. She had some specific instructions, including that they must have tapes, made of plastic and to be all white, emphasizing it was so Matilda would "look cute enough." She then added they had to be thick and practical enough to function, and gave her the list of brands.

She noticed one. "Abena." She looked for the right size.

"Can I help you, miss?" someone said.

"EEP!" Matilda gasped, and covered her mouth with her hands. An woman in a pharmacists smock was looking at her.

"No, no, its ok..."

"Are you sure? You seem to be confused by the incontinence product. Do you need help picking? Is this for yourself or someone else?" She looked down at Matilda's waist, and Matilda quickly put her hand down to her skirt.

"I uhhh.... No, not me. Someone else."

"Do you know their size? And level of incontinence?"

Matilda looked up and down the aisle. She prayed the woman would speak quieter. "I mean, uhhh... wrong aisle."

She turned and left, leaving the woman staring behind her.

Matilda stood and panted at the end of the aisle. She would have to be careful. That was dangerously close to being a problem.

She knew that technically wasn't Rebecca's fault. If anything, Rebecca was being kind that day. Often by this point on a Wednesday Matilda would be groaning in pain as she filled her diapers, with Rebecca no where to be found, so Matilda would lock herself in her room. Now that she was out, nothing was happening. However, she still blamed her for the incident, and got angrier.

She went into a different aisle. She arbitrarily grabbed body wash, then shampoo, trying to seem as casual as possible.

"Oh, are you buying that for your daughter?"

She turned to see the same pharmacist looking at her and pointing at the shampoo she grabbed.

"No, its for me. Wh..." she looked at the bottles she had taken. The shampoo was like a fish and read "Loreal," and the soap had Cinderella on it. She cursed herself for not paying attention. "Its uh... good for my hair."

The woman nodded. "I see. Let me know if you need anything else."

Matilda sighed and went down the other aisles. A few people came in, and she tried to look busy until they left.

She walked back to the incontinence aisle and reached to grab the packages, but a man turned down toward her, and she kept walking. She was thankful that for once Rebecca wasn't doing anything to attract attention to her.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Apr 20, 2023 at 5:06 AM
Content: ...

Rebecca hummed playfully as she marched her dolls around the giant play pen. The witch watched her, apparently enjoying the sight.

"Good girl Babykins, now lets see you cuddle them. Roll around on your back and giggle like a good baby."

Rebecca looked at her. "Wes, mommy," she said while slobbering over her pacifier. The witch had told her to change from practicing her nonsense babble to responding in the cutesy tone she had her speak in.

She picked up the dolls, rolled backward, and forced a giggle. "Wike dis, mommy?"

The witch laughed and clapped her hands. "Yes! What a good little baby!" she said enthusiastically. "Keep going!"

"Wes mommy," Rebecca said. She went back to all fours, crawled to grab more, then rolled around again while giggling and making noises. The witch laughed more, and praised her loudly. Caught up in the enthusiasm, Rebecca pushed harder, throwing dolls around and playing in her best imitation of a baby.

As she was rolling, she heard a loud sound, and realized she had farted loudly in her diaper. She looked at the witch, who smiled and said "Keep going Babykins." Matilda continued, hearing more sounds as she did.

As always, the game was designed specifically to embarrass her. However, it was far from the worse she had experienced. Even as the smell around her got worse, she was grateful she wasn't getting spanked or going through repeated diaper changes, as she had before. If every Wednesday was like this, she wouldn't have to torment Matilda so much to make it worth while.

"Good Babykins! Having fun?" The witch cooed.

"Wes mommy!" she said as more gas came into her diaper.

"Guess your going to give mommy a nice little present to clean up soon, aren't you?"

"Wes mommy."

"Say it."

"Is gonna give my mommy a nice widdle pwesent to cwean up," she said. "Back to playing!"

Rebecca continued to roll around playing with a doll as more gas came into her diapers. She knew what was coming, and almost wanted to roll her eyes at the pretense of confusion she was forced into. The sound kept getting louder, until...

She gasped as she noticed it was happening. She felt muck piling in the back of her diaper, and realized that those "brappts" the witch was forcing out of her were more then just gas. She looked back at her now lumpy and brown diaper, then at the witch. The witch signaled her to keep playing, and she continued as if she hadn't noticed. She winced as another roll turned her onto her bottom with a squish, and rolled back to crawl.

She felt a hand pat the back of her diaper. Her stomach turned at the feeling, and looked back.

The witch was standing over her. "Awww, you made a present for your mommy. What a good baby! Good girl! Now, tummy time. Come to mommy!" She backed away.

Rebecca turned onto her stomach, and, still holding the dolls, began to wiggle around and move slowly toward the witch. The witch beamed down at her, moving back and back, making her crawl further.

"You're so cute! Like a stinky little baby snake, aren't you!"

"Wes mommy! I'm a tinky widdle baby snakey!"

She laughed. "Good girl. Now, on your back."

Rebecca obeyed, and the toys disappeared. A white plastic arch appeared above her, with colorful toys hanging from it. Guessing the new game, Rebecca began to play with them.

The witch, a bit calmer but satisfied, watched. "Good girl. Just like that. Soon you'll be good to play on your own without instructions. Maybe then I'll give you a reward."

"Tank oo mommy," Rebecca said, and kept playing.

After a moment, a thought occurred to Rebecca. "Mommy, wh i doo dis?"

"What do you mean?

"Why pwactice baby talk an pway?"

"You practice to get better, silly."

"Buh I mean... Can mommy just make me do it?"

"A bit of a slip there, bit its ok, we'll deal with that later. Yes, that is what I am doing, I'm making you do it."

"I know but..." she swallowed. "Is knows buh, if mommy wanna hear me talk siwwy wike a baby, can she just use magic too mah it happen?" It was difficult to express what she wanted within the confines of her "voice," but she tried. "Or jus make me midwessy pway. Ooo done it before."

"Oh, I see," the witch laughed. "You're wondering why I don't just use magic to change your voice and make you mindlessly play, my smelly little Babykins? Or why I order you to crawl and punish you if you stand up rather then just turn your legs to jelly? Or, given I want to see you do these things, I can't just take control over your entire body the way I do your bowels and make it happen, then wake you up after?"

Rebecca nodded. "Wes mommy."

"Well, lets see. I COULD do that. I COULD make it impossible for you to do otherwise, even blank out your mind so you don't remember. Or, I could force you to do it under threat of punishment, watch you blush and squirm while choosing to do it, punish you for each failing, and leave you with the memories. Which you think I'll choose, first or second?

She looked at the witch and blushed.

"Answer, Babykins."

"Da tecond, mommy."

"Good baby. What kind of question was that?"

"It twas a siwwy question, mommy."

"So is Babykins a smart baby or a dumb baby?"

She blushed deeper. "Pweas dont, mommy."

"Answer," she said in a stern voice.

"Dumb baby, mommy."

"Who?"

"Babkwins is a dumb baby, mommy."

"Who is a dumb little baby who crawls around, plays with baby toys, fills her pampers for her mommies amusement because she isn't smart enough to do anything worth while of an adult?"

"Babkwins a dumb widdle baby who cwals awound, pways wit baby toys, fiws er pampies for mommy 'cause I isn't smart nough to do anyting gwon up."

"Good baby. Now come here."

The toy's above her disappeared. Rebecca crawled toward her, and grabbed at her outstretched hands. The witch pulled her to her feet, and the apparent height difference disappeared until she was looking at the witch's eyes, well above the play pen walls in a far smaller room.

The witch smiled at her. "Tell me about your day. In a normal voice."

"Uhhh... otay. I mean, ok," Rebecca said. "So this morning I got up for classes at 6:30..."

"Keep going. Were you wet or dry, Babykins?"

"I was dry, mommy. I took off my diaper and showered, then got dressed in my jeans and t shirt..."

"And?"

She sighed. "And a clean diaper. Matilda was messaging me on my phone, so i wooked..." She paused. The odd pronunciation wasn't intentional. "Wooked..."

She looked at the witch. "Keep going," she said.

"I wooked a my cefone, an Matida wanna no..." she cringed. The witch was doing as she asked, and changing her voice. She had no control, the sound coming out of her mouth was shocking to her. "Wha da wear in da wasafa..."

She stopped again, and looked at the witch who smiled back. "Wasafa..." "Dining room for breakfast," was what she wanted to say, but only nonsense came out. "Dawa saa afaaa..."

The witch was laughing. "Keep going Babykins."

"Arrwoo saaaa.." she stopped, and stopped, unable to continue..

She laughed louder. "Really? 'Arrwoo saa'? Fascinating, I never thought of it that way. See? I can do what I want.'

"Mphhaa saaa!" Rebecca pleaded. Normal words went through her mind, but she couldn't make her mouth say them. It was both humiliating and terrifying, and she wanted it to stop.

"Awww, so cute. Standing there, in your little outfit and big, full diaper, completely helpless and unable to talk." The witch waggled a finger at her. "Now now, this is what you wanted. Now, as for your request about crawling..."

A sharp pain hit Rebecca's feet, and she collapsed to the ground. She looked at them to see soft pink booties on them. She reached her hand to them, and when she pressed on them, felt the pain again. It was as if there were spikes in her booties.

"Good girl. See? Not as fun as you thought. Now..." She waved her hands. The play pen vanished, and the walls turned a darker color. "I was easy on you so far today, having fun. It was cute to see." She leaned in close to Rebecca and spoke in a hushed tone. However, I've made a list of all your slip ups, all the times you broke character, and your little argument there. And now I'm going to punish you for every. Single. One."

"BOOO!" Rebecca shouted in panic.

She lifted her skirt and showed off her black diaper. "I even noticed you looking at my own diaper and having some rude thoughts," she said. "Do you want a closer look? Perhaps you'd like front row view of my using it like you do? Should I do that, right in your face?"

Rebecca shook her head and felt tears forming.

She waved her hands again.

Rebecca gapped. The room, previously filled with giant sized furniture, was now filled with bondage equipment. From her many sessions with the witch, she recognized most of it. A spanking bench, X cross, stocks, paddles, switches, an enema kit... all horrible things, all together. Normally she'd only see one a night if she disobeyed, all at once terrified her.

She looked down at her clothes. The only thing that remained was the collar, diaper, and booties. Other then that, she wore thigh high black lace stockings, a corset, and black fingerless mittens on her hands. Minus the diaper, it was an outfit clearly designed for S&M, not what they were doing before.

"Oh yes Babykins, you're going to enjoy each one of these "toys" tonight. It will be tons of fun!" She laughed. "For me anyway. Maybe less so for you. I hope whatever you are doing with your power over Matilda is making it worth while."

"Goo?" Rebecca said. "Gaaa!" She had forgotten Matilda. This was all HER fault in the end, all so she could have the power to stop her bullying. She had gone easy on her so far that day, but that would end no. If she was going to go through all this, her rival would experience worse.

...

Matilda blushed, and, seeing the cost was clear, ran into the aisle to finally grab the necessary packages. Two bags of adult diapers went into her basket, and she quickly covered them with the shampoo and soap bottles she grabbed. She walked quickly toward the cashier.

There was no one in line, and few people in the store. If all went well, she'd make it out with little issue. For once, Rebecca had really been kind to her, changing her long track of getting worse and worse.

She stopped. A hand went to her stomach in fear. "No..." She whispered. Not here, not this far from campus and her bedroom, not when the only way back was a long bus ride. She couldn't imagine even Rebecca would be that cruel.

She glanced around the store, looking or a sign for a bathroom. Spotting one, she left the cashier and headed toward it.

"Ugh," she said. The pain got suddenly worse, and she lost control. "No, no no..." she whispered, hoping no one would notice.

Here quiet voice didn't help to much. A second later, a far louder sound came from the back of her diaper, enough to attract attention of most of the store. "No!" she gasped, and began to fill her diaper.

"No, no no..." She hunched over and whined as she waited for it to stop. To anyone around, there was no question what she was doing. Rebecca had been rough before, but even so, this felt like overkill. The entire time, she could only imagine the long walk and ride back, and how likely it was the bus would be empty.

Finally, it was over. The stood back up, only to double over for one more loud gush, and straightened again.

She looked around the store. A few people were shopping, and some may have been looking at her, though she wasn't sure. She couldn't tell if the others were deliberately avoiding eye contact or simply hadn't noticed.

She gasped. There was a mirror on a pillar near her. IN it, she could plainly see her diaper bulging out the back of her shorts, and some of the material turning darker. She tried to straighten it out and hide it better, but there was little to do.

Instead, she swallowed her pride, and turned back to the cashier. She waddled toward it, feeling her diaper sway and rub with each step. There were now two people in line, and she got behind them. Another lined up behind her, and soon the store was crowded.

The wait felt far longer then it should be. She pretended not to notice the smell, though she did notice both of the people on either side of her in line covering their noses and breathing audibly through their mouths.

Finally she got up, and sent the packages through.

The cashier looked at her. It was a young man, light haired and tall, the kind she'd normally be interested in. On instinct she tried to smile at him seductively, though she guessed it was a lost cause.

"Adult diapers?" he asked.

"Yes... for someone else," she said.

"Really?" he said. He glanced down at her waist and sniffed. Matilda backed up and put a hand to her skirt. "Sure they are," he said, and rang them through.

Matilda gritted her teeth. Rebecca had gone too far this time. If this was how it was going to go from now on, she didn't care about the blackmail, she needed to stand up for herself. She didn't care how much power she had or what it took, she WOULD get her revenge.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 3, 2023 at 4:31 PM
Content: It was Friday night, it was game night, and the stadium filled with people. They roared and chanted as the university's basketball team ran on, and booed at the opponents. For most, it was a fun night of university life.

For Rebecca, it was a bit different. Truthfully, she didn't care about the game at all. In fact, she barely even paid attention to it. She cheered when the crowed did and pretended to be interested, but that wasn't what she came for.

A buzzer sounded, and the teams left the. Rebecca straightened up. THIS is what she had come for.

A team of cheerleaders ran on. Rebecca looked at each one as they entered until she spotted Matilda, bringing up the rear. And, bringing up Matilda's rear, Rebecca noticed the bulge sticking behind her skirt. She chuckled as she watched her slightly less graceful then usual run.

Matilda had begged her to be able to cheerlead in regular underwear. BEGGED her. She then begged to at least be allowed to do it in a single diaper rather then double, then in her plain white rather then printed diapers, which "At least sort of looked like their normal underwear"- all of which Rebecca denied. She had considered it, but quickly remembered how Matilda used to taunt her and decided not to. She then pre-emptively denied Matilda the choice of wearing shorts or another set of underwear under her skirt to hide the diapers, though Matilda hadn't thought of it herself.

So, the result was the head cheerleader waddle-running out with her short skirt barely hiding the thick, double layered and printed diaper underneath. Each step sent her skirt flouncing, and each flounce made the prints visible. It may not be obvious to everyone in the audience, who were focused on other assets and only saw a cheerleader with a "thick" bottom and colorful underwear, but to anyone who recognized the print the truth was obvious.

The cheerleaders formed a line. Matilda took the center. "Are you ready!?" she shouted, and the audience cheered.

The room filled with loud music as the cheerleaders began jumping around. They made formations, but all Rebecca paid attention to was the one in the middle. Each jump, each throw, each bound showed more and more of her diaper, and Rebecca couldn't help but laugh.

They began to form a pyramid. This was the moment she had picked.

Matilda jumped onto the hands of her teammates and was catapulted up into the air. She landed gracefully at the top of the pyramid. She lifted the megaphone.

"Are you ready? Let me hear you cheer!"

The audience roared their approval. Rebecca watched, and reached out with her power.

"Let me hear you... ugh..." she grunted into the microphone. She doubled over, with a hand to her stomach. Her eyes went wide, and she quickly found Rebecca in the audience. Rebecca smirked, and Matilda drained of color.

"Let me hear you say GO Tea.. Ugh..."

The audience responded with the "Go team," though not as strong as before.

"Let me hear you..."

Mentally Rebecca squeezed on her stomach. Matilda doubled over, and her hands dropped to her stomach. The sound of her stomach rumbling came through the microphone. The audience watched in stunned silence.

"No no no please no..." she whispered, the sound barely caught by the megaphone.

Then Rebecca finished the job. A loud noise like popcorn was picked up by the megaphone and blasted to the audience. Matilda doubled over further, and the sound got louder.

The audience burst out laughing, and Matilda blushed a deep red. From where she was, most of the audience could see her barely holding back tears. A few more, if they looked closely enough, may have noticed the bottom of her diaper hanging from beneath her skirt. She looked to the side, and the coach waved her to keep going. "Let me hear you say GOO BIRDS!"

The audience cheered the slogan, and Matilda kept shouting at them to cheer.

However, something else began to change. The other cheerleaders grew noticeably uncomfortable, and a few began breathing through their mouths. They looked up from beneath the period where they could clearly see up Matilda's skirt, and began whispering.

Rebecca saw them looking, and took the moment to turn Matilda's stomach even more. The audience wouldn't notice anything, but to the other cheerleaders directly beneath her, something was obviously wrong.

One, directly beneath her, clearly knew what was happening. She crinkled her nose, breathed through her mouth, and looked up in disgust. Rebecca turned Matilda's stomach more, and the girl underneath her instinctively reached a hand to her nose.

Matilda squeaked and screamed into the megaphone as she began to fall. She was still an athlete, and was able to save herself from complete disaster. Instead of crashing to the ground, she landed on her feet facing away from the audience, then fell to her knees and bent over.

Rebecca broke out laughing harder then before. She couldn't have planned it more perfectly. There was her former bully, only seconds earlier at the height of her social standing, literally and figuratively on top of a pyramid, and now she was doubled over, skirt flung up, with her brown stained diaper clearly visible to half the school. The megaphone dropped behind her, and Rebecca forced her to let out another loud fart that echoed in the chamber and caused the entire stadium to laugh.

Matilda got up, held her skirt down, and ran crying from the stadium as the other cheerleaders stared. Rebecca got up and slowly walked out, still hearing the audience laughing as she left.

...

"And stand up! We're going up the mountain, peddle harder!" the instructor said. The model of fitness, her muscles bulged under her tight gym clothes as she followed her own instruction, standing up and pumping with incredible speed.

The class followed suit. Each groaned and grunted as they forced their way through, and some passerby's stopped to watch through the massive wall of windows behind the instructor. Matilda stood up on her own bike. She was dressed much the same as the instructor, though her gym shorts bulged for an entirely different reason. Her thick double diapers crinkled with each peddle, and she prayed to god no one noticed.

She had taken some steps to hide them, of course. She always sat in the back now, as having the site of her diapered behind in tight shorts in front of a team room full of people gave way to many opportunities for exposure. Even ignoring how the belt line tended to droop, a careful look at her "bulge" made it clear what it was.

She had tried changing, of course. However, Rebecca had quickly ixnayed the loose track pants she had wanted to wear, and blocked all except the shortest skirts, which had the same issue.

The instructor had them sit back down, and she did the same. She winced slightly at the feel. She didn't find the double diapers comfortable as it was, and once they began to get soaked with sweat, they became even more inflated and itchy.

She could have just stopped, she knew. However, fitness was a priority for her. She was still technically on the cheerleading squad, though her position was a bit odd now. She often made excuses to avoid performing again when Rebecca might see and often noticed the other cheerleaders whispering and staring at her backside in practice. However, she was there as an athlete, and if she couldn't perform at all she could lose her place at the school. Also, though her new diapered status made it difficult for the time being, she would eventually want to start dating again. The biking was at LEAST easier then her cheerleading performances.

"And up! We're going up those hills!"

She stood up again with the team. She just needed to keep peddling.

Her eyes went wide. Rebecca was there. She was behind the glass wall, staring directly at Matilda, and smirking.

Matilda went pale. She shook her head, pleading no. Rebecca smirked more.

"And down!"

Matilda sat down and kept going. She used the chance to take her hands from the handle bars and put them into a praying motion.

"HANDS ON THE BARS!" the instructor shouted, and Matilda quickly obeyed. A few of the other students turned to stare at her, and she blushed.

"And up!"

She stood up again. She looked at Rebecca, who's smirk got even deeper. She seemed to be laughing, though Matilda wasn't sure why.

"And DOWN!"

Matilda sat back down and gasped out loud, drawing more stares.

There it was, the reason Rebecca was laughing. She hadn't noticed it happen, but the feeling was undeniable. Rebecca laughed harder when she saw her cringe.

"And up!"

Matilda stood up, feeling her diaper slide and form around her, making her stomach turn.

"And down!"

And back down in to the slimy mush. Rebecca waved at her, then turned and walked away.

"And up!"

Matilda gritted her teeth. The smell was getting worse, the constant motion did not help it. Other riders were noticeably breathing through their mouths, and it wouldn't take much to tell where the smell was coming from. Rebecca was pushing it WAY to hard. There used to be some semblance of privacy when she did it, but that went all out the window. She didn't care the cost, she HAD to get revenge.
"Up!"

"And Down!"

Squish.

"Up!"

"And down!"

Squih.

"Up and down up and down up and down..."

The class continued, with Matilda repeatedly raising herself, then settling back into her messy diaper. Each time, her rage grew.
...

Matilda shoved her books into her back pack. She took her pencil case and tried to cram it in, but couldn't get it to fit.

"@^@!" she shouted. She tried rearranging the books, but still couldn't get it all in. "#@*#" she said again, and threw it against her wall.

She leaned over with her hands on her desk and panted. She was seething. Rebecca had been pushing her further and further, ruining her social life, her fashion, her standing in the cheerleaders... everything. That morning at the spin class was just spiteful.

And, frankly disgusting. The thought of all the things Rebecca made her do always made her feel sick. However, that morning, with the sweat from the workout mixing with the mess in her diaper as she repeatedly sat down in it all, was far worse. She had taken a LONG shower afterward.

Now, she was in her room. It was a standard university room, small with white washed walls, a single closet, bed, and desk with a bookshelf over it. She had added her own spin, with colorful posters and bright pink bed sheets. The decorations had felt fun when she first put them up, but after months of forced diapering, now seemed horribly childish. To an outsider, however, it was normal.

The only thing that WOULDN"T be normal was her. Today's assigned outfit, dictated by Rebecca after her shower, was a baby blue t shirt with a lion's head and the word "Rawwr" across her chest, a short skirt over her double thick "Dumb Baby" diaper, long stockings, and strapped on shoes Rebecca made her wear. Adding to the effect, Rebecca had once again made her tie her hair into pigtails with bows. "Seriously, who the hell dresses like this!?" she said outload.

The answer, was, of course, herself. Also, anyone who found themselves in the position of formerly being a bully who taunted a person with incontinence only to find that person gained magic control over their bowels which they used to humiliate them as "punishment", but Matilda didn't expect that was a large category.

At least, it was how she dressed since Rebecca decided making her wear diapers and occasionally messing them wasn't cruel enough a "punishment" for her past bullying. Every day the outfits seemed to get worse and worse, and along with it Rebecca's attitude and treatment of her. Even after nearly half a semester of the torment, things like being made to fill her diaper while performing as a cheerleader, or the sheer amount Rebecca took advantage of her power, was a shock.

She forced her breathing to slow. She then made her face appear calm, and stood up straight. Her rage was still there, but she could at least present as if everything was normal. She returned to her back pack, grabbed what she needed, and re-arranged it all until it fit.

She flung her back pack over her shoulders and looked in the mirror.

Her diaper was still visible beneath her skirt. She reached down to straighten it. After a second she had covered the bottom part of her diaper, but the top edge was peaking out over her skirt. She folded it over, straightened it, and checked again.

Everything was covered, but just barely. She sighed, and turned to leave.

She walked through the court, along a long cement path flanked by grass and trees, with four stories of dormitories on either side. Well at the other end of the arts hall where she had her fashion class, headed by the notoriously strict Professor Tweedelbow, who seemed to make up for a lack of PHD with an excess of obnoxiousness.

She noticed something. Not quite as far ahead was a pile of red hair and unfashionable clothes she quickly identified as Rebecca. Matilda sighed and rolled her eyes, then picked up her pace to catch up. While Matilda was subjected to short skirts despite the cooler weather, she couldn't help but notice Rebecca opted for a longer one, with either tights or long stockings underneath.

"Was that necessary?" she asked.

"Was what necessary?" Rebecca replied with a smile. "A lot of things are necessary. Food, for example. Also, air."

Matilda gritted her teeth. "I meant was what you did this morning necessary?"

"I did a lot of things this morning. Eating, for example, and breathing were both necessary."

"I MEAN WHAT YOU MADE ME DO IN THE WORK OUT ROOM?"

Rebecca looked at her with badly feigned confusion. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Right," Matilda said, and decided to drop the topic. "Did you do your part of the presentation?"

"Of course I did. I'm actually a smart student who has a chance of doing well, rather then a dumb, irresponsible baby."

"I'm not..." Matilda looked away. "I'm not dumb," she said.

"Oh yeah? What's it say on your diaper?"

She asked the question far too loudly for a public place. Matilda stared at her with her mouth open.

"Well? What's it say on your diaper?" she asked again. She reached down to flip up Matilda's skirt.

"HEY!" Matilda pushed the skirt back down. "It says dumb baby" she mumbled.

"Louder. What does it say on your diaper? And stop forgetting my name."

There was no point in delaying it, or Rebecca would make it worse. She looked directly at Rebecca and spoke in a clear voice. "It says dumb baby on my diaper, Mommy."

"Seems accurate enough to me." She gave her a sly smile. "Don't worry. I was just getting my kicks out this morning. We are presenting together today anyway, I wouldn't want to present next to someone who was stinking up the place. Can't be gagging while speaking! And if it makes you feel better, I suppose that isn't too bad either."

"Right. How generous of you," Matilda said.

Their project that day was the final for their fashion class. In what had become a recurring pattern for Matilda, her topic ended up being "Baby Styles For Adults." In what was not a recurring pattern, she had been pared with Rebecca. The result was the two of them going through dozens of pictures of onesies, rompers, overalls, and footed pajamas to try to find ways they could look fine on adults, and both blushing the entire time. Neither understood why the assignment took on such a strange them, no one else had the same, but they had to finish it nonetheless.

The classroom that day was full. Level after level of students all faced forward toward the professor, who stood in front of her desk holding a long ruler like a baton. Matilda and Rebecca entered last, and immediately felt all eyes on them.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 3, 2023 at 4:46 PM
Content: (On a side note, I'm a bit tentative about the first two sections. They effectively make the same point: Rebecca is going increasingly overboard in her humiliation of Matilda. Also, it means two "messy" scenes repeated in about as many pages. However, I couldn't decide on how to show it so I wrote both. Which do people prefer?)

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 5, 2023 at 11:37 PM
Content: "What!? There's a minute left!" Rebecca said, pointing at the clock.

The professor shook her head. "I don't care what the clock says. If you arrive after I've begun speaking, you are late. Class head, mark them as late."

A girl in the front row gave them both a sorry look and shrugged, then marked them down.

She pointed at the white board behind her, where the text read "Finals." "Today we are having more of our final presentations. Fortunately, by arriving late, we have our first two volunteers. Rebecca and Matilda, please come to the front of the class."

Matilda stood at the front and opened her back pack. She fumbled through the books and took out her part of the assignment. When she was done, she looked up to see Rebecca already ready. The red head made a show of rolling her eyes at Matilda, and Matilda glared back at her. She took a remote from the professor's desk, hit a few buttons, and a slideshow with their assignment came up on screen.

Matilda looked at the class, who stared back at her. She felt her confidence drop like a rock.

The eyes bore into her. She looked at them, and noticed her former gang in the front row, giving her funny looks. She instinctively put a hand to her skirt, trying to cover what was underneath, then realized she was probably just drawing attention to it and pulled her hand away.

She had avoided them since Rebecca had put her in double diapers every day. If anyone would notice that, it was them. If anyone would make fun of her for it and spread rumors about it, it was also them. She had practically trained them to do it. Now, unfortunately, one slip up and that training would work against Matilda's apparent lack of another kind of training.

"Umm," she said. She could feel the mood in the class shifting. A few people giggled.

She swallowed and breathed deeply, and told herself to be confident. This was no different then a thousand public athletic performances she had given. She opened her mouth to speak...

And left it open as Rebecca cut her off. "Alright class, this is a project on..."

"I was supposed to do the introduction!" Matilda interjected.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Really? Just cutting me off? That's rude. You were taking too long so I went."

"We agreed!"

"We did not! I wrote it!"

"But I was supposed to read it! I texted you about it."

Rebecca put her hands on her ups. "Oh? Didn't see it. Anyway, I wrote it, so I'm reading it."

Matilda pointed at the portfolio in her hand. "We need to divide this up evenly to do well. You're @&#^ us up again!"

Rebecca's eyes widened. "Oh really? I"M $&^# us up? And what is your GPA compared with mine? Why don't you let the grown ups handle this so we actually pass, ok little girl?"

Now Matilda wanted to scream in rage. She couldn't believe she would say something like that in front of the class. Matilda had told herself she'd stand up to her. "Why don't you shu..."

"GIRLS! STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!" the professor shouted. "I'm getting sick and tired of you brats tearing my class apart. If you can't work together, you'll both fail."

Matilda looked at Rebecca, who returned the glare. They both grumbled, and continued.

Matilda stood silently, seething at what Rebecca was doing. She didn't bother to listen, just waited for her turn.

"And that is our introduction," Rebecca said. "Now to give our portion on formal wear, the easiest part, Matilda." She leaned in close to Matilda. "Don't screw it up, I'm sure you wouldn't want to have an accident in front of the class."

Matilda gaped at her. The horrible woman would ruin their entire project just to spite her. Her rage grew inside, but she turned to the white board and hit a button. A woman and a man, side by side, and dressed in colorful rompers came on. The class let out a chuckle.

"So, as our assignment was to take normally infantile clothes and design ways to make them look good for adults, we decided to start with a romper. We have several variations here."

She began to flick through a series of photoshopped and edited images. Each one got more laughter from the class, and she felt her face burn.

"That is the best you could come up with?" The professor asked. "They look ridiculous."

"Well that was the assignment! How am I supposed to make baby clothes for adults that DON"T look ridiculous!?"

"That isn't my problem! That is up to you!" she shouted, smacking her ruler on the desk. "If you can't handle it then maybe this is too difficult for you!"

"What!? I..."

"Professor, professor, please," Rebecca said. "I figured she'd screw it up, so I made some myself."

"WHAT!?" Matilda shouted. "You $*!~! As if you could come up with anything fashionable, dressed like that!" She pointed at her clothes.

...

Rebecca's gasped. Did that BRAT just say that to her? Clearly, Matilda was mocking her about her diapers, and threatening to expose them. She knew she had to put her foot down. "Yes, I did. Because you always screw things up. Do you want to have an "accident" here?" As she said it, she reached out with her power to turn Matilda's guts.

Something went wrong. She reached again, but it felt like she was grasping at air. The second that her power would normally begin to take affect, it stopped.

She collected herself. She would figure it out later. In the meantime, she couldn't let Matilda know something was wrong. She took the remote from her hands. "So, since I figured this might happen, I made my own,' She said to the class, and switched to a separate page. On hers, she had worked to find ways to make colorful overalls look normal as formal wear for adults.

However, the result isn't what she wanted. Instead of calm appreciation, it only got more laughter. Unfazed, she started to explain. "So, as you can see, these combine the comfort of casual wear with the elegance of style..." More laughter. Matilda held her hands up to her as if to say "I told you so." She swallowed. "Plus we have an additional convenience borrowed from our source garments, as you can see here..."

She went to the next slide, showing the rears of the clothes, with buttoned up flaps. The class laughed harder. "A back flap for when you need.. when you need..."

"A diaper change?" someone shouted from the back, and the class burst into the loudest laughter yet. Rebecca lowered her head and felt her face flush. This was as embarrassing as all the things Matilda had done to her, and would wreak havoc on her GPA.

She looked at Matilda. Except it was Matilda doing this to her, she realized. Matilda was the one getting the weird assignment's. Reviewing children's books, marketing diapers, now designing adult sized baby clothes. They were fitting for her and her intelligence level. Rebecca realized she was once again suffering humiliation because of Matilda.

She reached out with her power. It wasn't enough to just make Matilda's stomach turn, she wanted her to mess herself in front of the class, and LOUDLY. She squeezed.

Nothing happened.

She squeezed again, adding more. It would be enough to make her double over, and make her diapers leak.

Once again, nothing happened.

The professor stood up. "Girls, I can't believe this. You have turned this entire class into a joke. You both fail, and will see me after class."

Rebecca almost screamed. "No! You can't do this!" She pointed at Matilda. "It's her fault! She fails everything! Look, she can't even..." She squeezed again, and nothing happened.

"You #*@! Its NOT my fault. If you were half as smart as you thought you were, this wouldn't have happened!"

"Oh yeah? YOURE a #*@! Just see how you..."

Still, nothing.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 18, 2023 at 11:10 PM
Content: ...

Matilda stared at the woman in front of her. She kept making a face, the same face she saw...

With a gasp, she realized what was happening. Rebecca was trying to make her use her diapers, and couldn't. Here, now, in front of the class, the horrible bully was trying to embarrass her in the most disgusting way, but her powers were gone.

She smirked. Months of humiliation and torture were over, and now she'd get her revenge. "If you weren't such a complete idiot, you could have done better then rompers made for diaper changes, idiot. You ever tell the class your secrets? You aren't as smart as you pretend to be."

Rebecca's glared. "HOW DA... HOW DA... I"M SMARTER THEN YOU IDIOT! YOU IDIOT BABY!" She reached out to push Matilda. It was soft, but still made the class react.

Matilda set her jaw. This little diapered geek of a bully wanted to FIGHT her, she'd show her what years of athletic training would do. She stepped forward and pushed Rebecca with all her might, sending her to the floor. She landed on all fours, and her skirt flipped over her back. Matilda stared. She wasn't wearing tights, she was wearing long stockings, and her diaper was fully visible.

...

Rebecca landed on the floor with a grunt. She quickly stood up and straightened her skirt, but she already heard the gasps, and whispers were starting.

She had wanted to go with her tights, which would have been far safer. However, after the horrible "Session" she had to endure because of Matilda, she found them all replaced with those stockings, which meant nothing was hiding her diaper.

She had managed to keep it hidden for her entire time in the University. So far, there had only been whispers and guesses. Despite all the bullying, the teasing, and all that had happened to both of them, it seemed by some wonderful luck the school at large did not know what they both wore. In an instant, Matilda had almost ruined that. She stood up.

That dumb, spoiled brat wanted to fight? Her magic might be having difficulties, but her book was working fine. She swung it at Matilda's stomach. Simultaneously, she reached out with her magic, going for everything she could at once. SOMETHING would work.

It bounced off, and dropped from her hands. Matilda lunged at her, and soon they were grappling in front of the desks as the class cheered them on with whistles, cat calls and laughter. Professor Tweedelbow went beside them, shouting at them to stop.

After some struggling, Rebecca felt her hands grab on to something, and she yanked.

She backed up and fell to her bottom. The entire class went silent.

Rebecca looked up. She saw Matilda's shocked, horrified face, then the teacher with her hands in front of her mouth. She looked at her hands at the torn remains of Matilda's skirt, then at Matilda's fully exposed, cartoon covered, double thick diaper with "Dumb Baby" printed across the front.

There was a moment of silence as everyone tried to understand what they were seeing. While both of them had had their respective undergarments exposed before, it was never for more then a second where anyone could see. For the most part, no one seemed to notice, and if they did they kept it to themselves. Now Matilda stood, helplessly exposed, with no question at all what she was wearing.

The class burst out laughing louder then ever. Some rolled in the aisles while others snapped pictures. Matilda's face turned a deep, deep red.

...

Matilda wasn't sure if she should cry or scream. The horrible secret life Rebecca had forced her to live was now out for everyone to see, her reputation was as tattered as her skirt, and there was exactly one person to blame.

Rebecca was standing up, using the professor's desk for support. Matilda lunged at her when she was off balance and pulled at her skirt.

It came off shockingly easily, like tearing parchment paper. The class started laughing even louder as both girls stared at each other and their respective diapers. Rebecca's was plain white and thinner, so not nearly as embarrassing. However, Matilda smiled smugly, deciding it got the point across.

And, like that, after months of effort to keep it a secret the class knew they both wore diapers.

Her smugness turned to alarm as Rebecca's right cross went for her face. She fought back, this time throwing punches. However, most of the punches went wide, and they scrambled around each other.

...

Way at the back of the class sat a boy few would recognize. He was about average height, short brown hair, and with a narrow build, though he had some muscle. He was attractive in a way that didn't attract much attention unless he wanted it to. In fact, few would recognize him, expect perhaps from previous dates, or as the one who shouted "A diaper change?" at the presentation earlier.

The witch leaned back, smiling, taking in what had to be one of her favorite sighs. Two attractive women, both former bullies, humiliating each other while visibly diapered in front of a class full of people they used to lord over. They flapped wildly at each other and turned their faces away in a way that belied the fact one was a competitive athlete. The class began to cheer and laugh, and many took out pictures to film.

Really it wasn't that difficult to achieve. Most of the work was done by their own nature, she didn't make them take advantage of each other. A little bit of brain fog here, a few characters to impersonate there, some exaggerating emotions and messing around with bodily functions elsewhere... and just about anything can be done. The brain fog was such a simple spell, but so effective in getting people to miss the obvious person to blame and instead target the name the witch fed into their minds. The best moment was getting a normally somewhat-but-less-then-she-hoped intelligent girl to miss that no, mild urinary incontinence did not ever lead to her messing herself. She only let herself do that once, but it was worth it.

Speaking of... Rebecca was trying to use the power the witch had "given" her again. She was really pushing it, the witch was almost impressed by it. If she let it go through, Matilda would have been doubled over, messing herself loudly enough for the entire class to both see and here. Rebecca REALLY wanted to make it loud enough for the class. Instead, the witch blocked it, frustrating Rebecca and making her try harder and harder. She could almost laugh.

The two former bullies had become her favorite toys. They took the place over the jock she had wearing panties to class and skirts to her room, her few "pets" who she took for walks in other worlds where they were treated just like the animals they dressed as, and more then a few others she kept in diapers with varying excuses. This wasn't just because of her "special time" with Rebecca, which, fun as it was, really just served the purpose of building anger which the witch skillfully directed toward Matilda, in turn building her own anger toward Rebecca, and on and on, leading to this inevitable conclusion. What was fun was watching their own toxic personalities tear them down. They both had far inflated egos that didn't match reality, they both were horrible to others while thinking they were the victims, and they both thought of themselves as better then others. They were both, in their own way, "bullies", though they'd never admit it. It was those issues she exaggerated, and which lead them to now in front of a class of hundreds with their diapers showing, fighting like idiots as their classmates filmed and laughed. From now on, they wouldn't be the bullies, they'd be the bottom of any pecking order for the rest of the year.

Of course, she wasn't done yet. She was FAR from done, and they had FAR more well deserved humiliation coming.

....

Ms. Tweedelbow watch the scene with her mouth wide open.

Her life had been going in an increasingly frustrating way. First, her PHD was delayed. Then, she was given an interim position rather then the full one she wanted. Next, she suffered for months as people barely gave her the respect she felt she deserved. People kept complaining her classes were weird, and that she was far too strict.

Now the two most annoying girls in her class were cat fighting in front of her class, while, for some reason she couldn't comprehend, wearing diapers. There was no way she could take back control of the class through normal means, and if word got out, she'd never get her full time position.

There was one somewhat less then normal way she could do it.

She opened up the bottom left drawer of her desk, moved a few books, and looked at what she had kept at the bottom. It was something she had bought as a joke she herself didn't understand, but which seemed to make sense at the time. She told herself she was going to get rid of it several times, but somehow kept forgetting. With her growing anger and need to regain control, she decided it might just help her.

There, at the bottom of the drawer, was a thick, solid, wooden spanking paddle.

She looked at the girls. By seemingly sheer coincidence, their wrestling had taken them over her desk, both bent over 90 degrees with their diapered asses stuck high in the air. It was a perfect position for a good spanking, something she was well armed for. She decided it was a sign, and grabbed the paddle.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 18, 2023 at 11:12 PM
Content: (Almost at the conclusion, and more will be up tomorrow for the weekend )

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 20, 2023 at 12:40 AM
Content: Ms. Tweedelbow stared down at the paddle in her hand. She had been right about one thing. She was right about one thing- girls that bratty must have been constantly pampered. Seems she was right in more ways then one. While she normally wouldn't condone physical violence, it seemed that there was only one way to solve this particular kind of problem.

She bit her lip. She was sure there could be some kind of consequences from the university if she did this.

What were those consequences again? She tried to think of them, but ran into sudden brain fog. However, it would have to be an issue. It was definitely... definitely...

What would it be? More fog, and she couldn't think of anything. More importantly, she was angry, and could think of a LOT of issues for her losing control of the class to these two "pampered" brats.

She hefted the paddled, walked around the front of the desk, and in front of the stunned class raised it behind the first upturned adult diaper.

..

"Why you little!" Matilda shouted, grabbing at Rebecca's head. She was sure she should be able to fight better then this. She was a trained athlete fighting a geek, this should be easy. Instead, somehow they were both bent right at the desk flopping around like uncoordinated idiots.

She tried to push herself up, but Rebecca pushed at her face and the shock knocked her back down. Rebecca then tried to get up over her but she pulled her hair down. It was almost as if some outside force was ensuring their fighting would keep them perfectly positioned as they were.

She noticed the teacher walking behind her saying something, but she paid it no attention. Instead she shouted "You pants-wetting @*#)!" and drove her palm into Rebecca's eyes. She gained an empty hand, and tried to...

"WHAP!"

"AAAA!" she shouted, as a sudden pain struck her bottom. What the heck was that?

She looked behind herself. Ms. Tweedelbow was behind her holding a paddle.

Her eyes went wide. "What? NO!" She shouted as the paddle came down again. She screamed again.

...

Rebecca watched in glee as her former rival was getting spanked in front of the class.

"Yes! Take that! BAD GIRL!" she gloated. The paddle went up and down again, hitting Matilda's diaper with loud WHACKS and CRACKS. She tried again to make her mess and wet herself and failed, but almost didn't care as she watched her take on the well deserved punishment. Matilda tried to argue, but each spank cut her off with a shout, and quickly she devolved into a whining, tear soaked mess.

The teacher pointed the paddle at Rebecca. "Don't you go gloating! I have no idea what's going on here, but your huggies are getting this too, you fucking diapered brat!" She stepped behind her.

"What? But I'm the... OUCH!" she shouted as the paddle hit her, shocking her.

"You're what!?" she asked as she spanked her again.

Her mind scrambled. She hoped for better words, but what came out was "But I'm a good girl! I'm the best student!" She was sickened by the whininess of her own voice.

"No you're not! You're just another spoiled brat!" Ms. Tweedelbow said, and spanked her again.

...

Ms. Tweedelbow gave the brunette diapered brat another hard spank, then moved behind the blond diapered brat. She had no idea how she ended up with two girls like this in her class, but if she couldn't make them grow up in one way, she'd at least paddle the brattiness out of them.

"Please! No more!" Matilda said. She stared at her through tears in her eyes and tried to stand back up.

"NO!" Tweedelbow shouted, and pushed her back down. "You stay right there on my desk where you belong, or I'll fail you and get you expelled!"

Rebecca started after her. "But wait... can't we just..."

Ms. Tweedelbow pointed her paddle at her. "NO! No more want-to-be-clever arguments. You stay right there and take your spanking or I'll fail you too!"

Rebecca sobbed and went back down.

She went behind the two girls and began thrashing both their behinds in turn. She switched from their diapers to their thigs back and forth, hoping to leave clear red marks on their legs so everyone could see what happened to people who acted up in her class. Each loud SMACK brought another louder yelp from them, bringing them further and further into tears, and the class further into laughter.

She began to yell between each smack. "I SMACK don't SMACK Know SMACK what SMACK you SMACK two SMACK are SMACK playing SMACK at, but SMACK I've SMACK had SMACK it SMACK up SMACK to SMACK hear SMACK with SMACK you!"

"You constantly disturb my class, you're constantly doing these childish little squabbles, and you come in with that embarrassment of a project only to end up fighting like children! I don't know why you're both dressed like this but the diapers are fitting! If you're going to both act like children I will punish you like children until you behave!"

The smacks continued, and both girls sobbed onto her desk.
...

Rebecca sobbed, her legs flailing behind her as the smacks came down. Almost as bad as the pain was the humiliation this would inevitably cause when word got out. The only thing she could think of that would distract people would be someone else humiliating themselves even more. She once again tried to squeezed Matilda's bladder and guts, and once again it didn't work.

...

The witch smiled, watching the results of her handiwork. The "professor"- really an adjunct who kept "forgetting" to include her full position when speaking about it- was another easy one to work with. Massive ego problem, authoritarian issues, abusive tendencies she was one of the worst examples of bullies, someone who only cared about having authority over people, was given a tiny bit of it, and used it in the worst ways possible. The paddle was something the witch had planted months ago, figuring it would come in handy. As her plan developed, all it took was ensuring Rebecca and Matilda both acted up a few times and challenged her in her class, and she would get angry. Then her favorite little brain fog spell would make her forget the consequences of spanking two grown adult women in her class, and voila. Two diapered brats were getting their backsides paddled in front of a class, and three bullies ensured future punishments.

They tried to get up, but the witch sent her spells out. To the class, it looked like they were just clumsily flailing and uncoordinated. In reality, each motion was blocked.

The witch felt Rebecca try to make Matilda mess herself again, and blocked it as she did the others. This brought even more, stronger attempts, and the witch couldn't help but laugh.

Both girls were sobbing loud enough for her to hear. The thrill of watching them first have their diapers exposed, then get spanked, was a lot. Watching the class laugh and record, knowing full well that this was going to be spread around the college by the end of the day, was better. However, the best was still yet to come.

She had two other spells at play. The first was block on both of their phones keeping them from sending compromising pictures and videos to each other. Quietly, she lifted it, then began a bit of what she called, "meddling."

By 'coincidence,' both their flailing led them to knock their phones out of their bags. Then, as they tried to grab at them, they both simultaneously hit a "send" button.

The first people to notice were in the front row, then a few others began to see. The two girls and the teacher, caught up in their own scene, didn't even notice as the students found another entire reason to laugh.

In fact, they found hundreds of them. Dozens of potential blackmail images and videos both girls took of each other in their worst mindsets spread out.

She had been selective in what she included. None of it was nudity or sexual, she wouldn't go that far. But dozens of adorable costumes, messy diapers, embarrassing statements, punishments, and compromising positions were suddenly visible. Realistically, it wasn't much more then the videos of their current spankings, but it meant the bullies were being punished by their own actions, which the witch wanted more then anything.

The second spell was a bit more complicated. First, it involved giving Rebecca her own spell, through the witches' own power. Then, she blocked it at the right time. In a play that she admitted even impressed herself, she ran it through what she called a "doubler," a "mirror" and a "conduit" set at fifty percent. In simple terms, this allowed the spells to go onto their intended target, while also reflecting all the same spells right back at their target. She then set dams at both ends and let the spells build up, and up, and up... all waiting for release.

She smirked at the diapered brats getting spanked. They probably thought this was the most humiliating thing that could happen to them, and they were so, so wrong.

She let the magic dams release, and two other very visible dams did the same.

...

Rebecca, crying and sobbing, desperately tried push her spells again.

Finally, something happened. She felt the invisible wall that was stopping her disappear, and her magic moved forward.

"Yes!" She cheered before letting out another yelp of pain. She forced a smile. She was suffering, but at least Matilda would get it worse.

She saw Matilda's eyes went wide. "No no no!" She pleaded as her stomach loudly grumbled.

Rebecca had made her mess and wet herself before. She had done it badly, even. However, what followed was worse.

Matilda could only moan and cry as the built up pressure from dozens of spells hit her stomach at worse. Like watching a train wreck, Rebecca could only stare as her diapered instantly inflated behind her... then kept growing. Within seconds it was stained a deep brown, and the smell made them both gag.

Rebecca put a hand to her nose. She knew she had pushed a lot, but didn't imagine this much. From the sounds of the ewwing and people moving behind her, the smell had already hit the first few rows of students, and more came.

"You @*#@..." Matilda sobbed. "Why are you so mean? You #((# @((@~!"

Her stomach groaned, and more came. Her diapers, thick as they were, were already leaking, and Rebecca was shocked they hadn't burst.

She laughed. This... THIS... was the best possible revenge. She may be getting spanked, she may have had her own secret exposed, but it was nothing compared to...

Her laughter stopped. Her own stomach turned.

"NO!" she shouted.

Her mind raced, wondering what was happening. All the 'spells' she had cast on Matilda, everything she had done to her guts, were now pouring into her. She struggled to hold on, but barely last a second before a loud BRAPPT came into her own waiting diaper, which was still completely exposed and pointing right at the class and their cameras.

The mess kept coming. She looked ahead through the list at the dozens of 'spells' she sent to Matilda, each getting progressively worse as she tried to humiliate her more, and her frustration grew. She almost envied Matilda for her double thick abdl diapers, and prayed her own diaper could hold it all.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 25, 2023 at 3:22 AM
Content: ...

Ms. Tweedelbow raised the paddle again, then stopped.

Another loud noise, coming from Matilda's ass, startled her.

Her intended target was expanding. She looked at Matilda, and saw her moaning and shouting "no no no" repeatedly.

It took her a second to guess what was going on, and a second longer for the smell to confirm it. She gagged, put a hand to her nose, and backed up.

The girl was messing herself. BADLY. She looked at Rebecca, and saw she was doing the same. Both girls had gone from a chorus of whines and pained yelps to a chorus of moans, farts, and squishes.

She shook her head. Both girls deserved punishment, and she wouldn't allow further proof of their childishness to stop that. All this did was show what their diapers were for.

"You disgusting brats!" she said, and raised the paddle again.

...

Matilda moaned as she kept messing her diaper. How much had Rebecca pushed on her? It just kept coming and coming, seemingly for minutes on end. She could already hear fluid dripping from her diaper onto the ground. She gagged from her own smell, and could only imagine how it looked to the class.

"AAA!" She shouted, as yet another spank hit her.

The professor was STILL going to spank her?

"OWW!" she shouted again at another whack.

This time it was different. The pain from the smacks was matched from another feeling. Each smack brought a stomach turning "squish" as her own still growing mess was pushed back against her.

"No eewww please its so... AAAA... gross! AAA!" She cried as the spanks continued, once again switching between her and Rebecca. She felt the pile in her diaper turn to an even more disgusting mush and coat her entirely. Her mind switched between concentrating on the growing pain and disgust, becoming unbearable. Worse, the knowledge it was happening in front of the class, all people who once were intimidated by her, and likely being filmed, filled her with more humiliation then anything Rebecca had brought.

Rebecca. In the end, it really was all her fault. She comforted herself that at least she was experiencing the same.

...

Rebecca sobbed on the desk. She had stopped struggling all together, and her only motion was the involuntary flailing of her legs as she was paddled. She assumed the witch had done something to keep them both bent over, which meant there really was no choice but to stay and accept her awful "punishment."

Her stomach turned, and her thighs ached. The awful feeling of the slop in her diaper being spanked against her was almost as bad as the still increasing pain. She prayed the witch would decide to end it soon.

...

The witch covered her giggling behind her hand. Anyone looking would probably assume she was covering her nose, which would probably have been the case if she wasn't used to it from her experience with submissives. Even far back in the class, the combined smell emanating from the two bullies' diapers was driving people away. The witch didn't mind, she had planned this after all, so she just sat and watched. She would have brought popcorn if it wouldn't be too obvious- this was better then any movie.

Rebecca had really gone overboard with her spells on Matilda, and the witch was LOVING it. Rebecca seemed to like to focus on the sound, ensuring whatever Matilda did was as loud as possible. Presumably she wanted to make Matilda jump, and everyone else laugh. The long of spells she had sent, now coming all at once from both of them, resulted in a cacophony of noise that, when combined with the rhythmic spanks and pitched yelps and moans, rivalled most orchestras.

That is, if the orchestras were out of tune and written as a joke. She doubted the rest of the class appreciated it as much as she did. Without knowing the background of the petty war between them, (and without the proper appreciation of bizarre kinks the witch had) the pure comedy and beauty of was missed. Part of her was tempted to record it and use it as a ringtone.

Even better, it just kept going. Rebecca had tried dozens of times over a fair bit of time to make the spells work, meaning it was taking a long time to go through them, and the "professor"- she refused to think of that woman as a real professor without quotation marks- kept spanking them for the entire time. The witch subtly sent spells to add to the strength and absorption of their diapers to ensure they stayed where they were supposed to.

She couldn't bear it anymore. She went from small giggles to outright laughing, with her own tears streaming down her cheeks. The scene really was so perfect, and it just kept going. It was just so long and awful, and they deserved it so much.

On top of that, she couldn't deny she was enjoying it for other reasons. She loved seeing women be diapered and punished, she had dozens of submissives who could attest of it. Both of these girls were particularly adorable in their outfits, and she could have just stared at their cute, diapered bottoms and blushing faces for hours.

She had an idea. She reached a spell into the teachers mind, and changed her ranting between spanks.

SMACK!

"You two smelly, disgusting brats!"

SMACK!

"Both just pathetic little babies!" Her voice was wonderful, the perfect mix of teasing and harshness she used on her own subs.

SMACK!

"Did your mommies forget you here? You need someone to change your poopy widdle pampies?"

SMACK!

"I should have you crawl around the entire school begging for a change! Beg your superiors, the ACTUAL grown up students who can ACUTALLY get through the day without filling their fucking huggies, for a diaper change, so we can all see what pathetic babies you are!"

SMACK!

"Do you have pacifiers too? Should I get you a stroller and push you like that into the main square?"

The girls pleaded for her not to, and she kept going, berating them as she spanked. The professor went on mocking them in the same tone and words the witch used in her submissives. She considered herself a professional when it came to humiliating spoiled brats, and her odd kind of eloquence ground the girls even deeper down.

Finally, both her swings, and their bottoms, slowed. Ms. Tweedelbow lowered her arm for one more light spank on each, then dropped the paddle on her desk. She was soaked with sweat and panting.

The witch smiled. She reached out with her spells, and each girl let out one last loud BRAPPT filled the class room and brought the scene to an end, and remained lying bent over and sobbing on the desk.

The class stared. They had seen many bizarre things since coming to the university, particularly in MS. Tweedelbow's class. This, however, was bound to go down as the strangest event yet.

That is, until the witch found another collection of bullies and came up with an even stranger punishment.

The 'professor,' of course, wasn't done.

"You and you," She said, pointing at both the sobbing girls. "Stand up."

Still sobbing and rubbing their bottoms, they obeyed.

She went behind her desk and took out two large pieces of paper and some tape. As they watched, she rolled them both into long cone shapes, and in large letters, wrote "DUNCE" down the side of each.

"D...dunce caps?" Rebecca asked.

The 'professor' nodded. "Yes. Are you seriously arguing right now? Can you even smell yourselves?" They both hung their heads.

"You've bone been acting like dumb little babies. This fits you perfectly." She stuck one on each head. "Now. You," She pointed in Rebecca. "Go stand in that corner. Matilda, in the other. Stay in there and suck your thumbs like the dumb little babies you smell like while the rest of the class acts like adults."

Both girls began protesting, but Ms. Tweedelbow simply raised the paddle and an eyebrow, and both meekly obeyed the humiliating directions.

She ordered the other students to open the windows to let the air out. The rest of the class continued on much as normal, with the exception of the fragrant girls lightly crying in the corners, dark brown diapers and bright red thighs on display to show what happened to bullies who took it too far. The class tried to pay attention, but spent most of their time teasing and giggling at their former bullies, both of whom were too afraid to respond, or do anything except suck their thumbs and pout.

When the class ended, they were both brought back before the class. The 'professor' made them hug in front of the class to make up, and they obeyed while exchanging glares.

Both their skirts were ruined, and unsurprisingly no one wanted to offer any of their own clothes to cover the bulging diapers. Instead, Ms. Tweedelbow decided it would help drive the lesson home if they walked back to their dorms dressed as they had been in the corner, with the addition that they should hold hands as a sign of their newfound friendship. Both wanted to argue, and both hated the other even more then before, but the memory of the spanking and the embarrassment of the situation removed any will to fight back.

The walk home seemed miles longer then ever before, and was full of the laughter and mocking of students who they used to look down on. By the time they got there, much of the school had seen them. Shortly after arriving, they realized they had seen far more- the dozens of videos and images they had sent to embarrass the other were released, and were getting shared around the school.

The lesson was hard, and neither was likely to try bullying again.

Of course, "likely" never satisfied the witch, and she decided to be certain.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 29, 2023 at 3:33 AM
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FullOfPixels said:

Oh This just became a lot more interesting
This will be loads of fun!
Amazing progress

[End of quote]

thanks! I really appreciate it

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 29, 2023 at 3:34 AM
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In a large, oak paneled office full of books, two girls stood in front of a finely carved wooden desk. Both were dressed as normally university students, with one slightly more fashionable in a nice shirt and jeans, the other might be seen as a bit 'geekier' in a thick woolen sweater and corduroys. The light in the office was dim, the lamps were finely carved but old, so that is all some might have noticed of them. However, if someone looked closely, they might have noticed not all was 'normal' about the girls. Both had the bulge of clean disposable diapers under their pants and the slight smell of powder, which all around decided was better then the alternative. One had argued she didn't need the diaper, but at this point few believed her.

Behind the desk was the Dean of the university, Doctor Jefferson. He was a gray, heavy set man who was always seen in similar brown pants, brown plaid shirt, and darker brown woolen vest. To his right was a women both girls knew as Ms. Tweedelbow, who glared at them over folded arms. To his left was another dark, statuesque women in a long black dress neither girl knew.

"Hello all, and welcome to my office," the dean said in a slow, sonorous voice. "We have much to discuss, so I think we should just overlook t the fact we are in a room full of women and the person in charge is a man."

"What?" Rebecca asked. She looked at the other faces, and no one else noticed.

"I am not quite sure why I said that. Anyway, we obviously have a few issues here. Obviously, we can't overlook months of back and forth blackmail and harassment between students, much less the public fighting. On top of that, the situation was obviously embarrassing for both stinky little babies involved"

"WHAT!?" Rebecca said again. This time, only her and Matilda seemed to notice.

"Once again, I'm not quite sure why I said that. The second problem is the damage to reputation with possible future implications. As the school is always looking out for our students and for possible lawsuits, we think we have a solution to both. Oh, and you obviously failed the design class, your "baby clothes for adults," wasn't meant to end that... literally."

"Ok but right there," Rebecca cut in. "Don't you think that was just a really weird assignment? Isn't a lot of what happens at this university really weird?"

"No," the Dean shook his head, and both the other professors did the same. "That seems normal to me."

"Me too," the woman in the black dress said.

"And me, obviously, since I made it," Ms. Tweedelbow added.

The Dean looked at her, then back at the two students. "So, we think we have a solution that will work for both of us. Doctor Bruxa?"

The woman in the black dressed stepped forward. "We are planning a new class that will combine our home economics, nursing, and drama divisions."

"SEE!? What kind of university thinks of that? Its WEIRD!!" Rebecca added.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," the Dean added. "Doctor Bruxa, please continue."

"Thank you. This course will consist of multiple sections each of three students. In each trio, two will play one role, the third will play another. I think it can be best explained through example. Miranda, you have the rights to enter."

The door opened, and a pair of students walked in. The first was a short, dark haired girls in a long blue dress. The other was a tall blond boy wearing a..."

"Is that boy wearing a tutu!? And a DIAPER!?" Matilda shouted out.

"Actually, I don't WEAR anything," the boy smiled. "I ROCK whatever clothing happens to be lucky enough to find onto my body. However, yes in this case its a tutu and a diaper. Both pink. Also, a paci and some cute socks," he lifted his legs to show long stripped stockings.

"Mhmm," the dean said. "Yes, and while I understand the diaper and pacifier..."

"Wait, that's the part you understand?" Rebecca asked, but was ignored.

"But the tutu.... Doctor Bruxa?"

"I'm not sure. Miranda?"

"I'm not sure either. We lay out the blue onesies he was supposed to wear, but they kept getting replaced by pink onesies and skirts. We aren't sure why."

"Gee imagine that" the boy said, putting a hand to his chin s if thinking hard.

"Well... yes... ok I suppose that's fine," Doctor Bruxa added. "As I was saying, these two represent our new program. His "Daddy" couldn't be here, as he is buying more diapers."

The boy in the tutu giggled. "Hehe my 'daddy' has to buy me more diapers since I go through them so fast."

"Is it just me or is he enjoying this to much?" Rebecca asked.

He looked at her in fake shock. "Heavens! Whatever could you mean? I have no idea, please explain in detail what you mean and what websites you've been looking at which would make you think that would be a thing."

"Yes, that is a very strange thing to imply Rebecca, you are definitely the weird one here," Doctor Bruxa added, and the others nodded in agreement. "He applied for this role purely on financial gain, and we chose him as we think it could help with some of his other issues, particularly with his writing classes."

"Anyone who accuses me of writing self insert characters into my stories is just being observant and accurate."

"Quiet Alex, adults are speaking," Miranda said, pushing a pacifier into his mouth. "You know the less you speak the less likely you are to get into trouble."

Doctor Bruxa cut in. "No no, its quite alright, we have time here while the other baby comes. I know how much you like telling people they can get in trouble for saying the wrong thing Miranda. He also has issues with spelling,"

"Mi deadication two propar speling is proff ov mi respkt four mi adience,"

"And outright insulting people in his stories."

"My readers are dumb babies and someone needs to tell them."

"Excuse me, are we late?" another student walked in. Both Rebecca and Matilda were shocked when they noticed Ben, the football player Rebecca used to torment Matilda. He was dragging a another by the hand, a brown haired girl with glass. She strode in proudly, sashaying a blue her skirt with her spare hand and swinging her hips as if to deliberately emphasize the fact she was wearing a thick diaper underneath it. She also sucked a pacifier and hummed loudly behind it. It was as if everything she did was to attract as much attention to her infantile clothes as possible while also nonchalantly pretending as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Ben?" Matilda shouted."

"Yes, you know him?" Doctor Bruxa said. "He suddenly seemed very interested in being part of this a few weeks ago. Talked a lot about bouncing the adult babies on his knee."

Rebecca and Matilda looked at each other, and Matilda blushed.

"So... uh..." Rebecca continued. "Is this another one of the babies?'

"Yes! This is Danny!" Ben said. "My baby!"

"I don't know what you are talking about," the new girl said from behind her pacifier.

"You're the baby. That is why you are wearing a diaper and sucking a paci."

"No I'm not."

Matilda cut in. "You are CLEARLY wearing a diaper and showing it off."

"Diaper?" Danny looked down. "What are you talking about? I'm wearing normal underwear, right?"

"Yes, of course you are," Alex said. "She's being weird again."

"Anyway," Doctor Bruxy said. "She was a good choice because she posted a picture of her own butt in a diaper online several months ago."

"I have no idea what you are talking about, I never wear diapers for fun." Danny said, shaking her head. "Even if I did, it was probably just for this."

"Once again, it was several months before we announced this."

"Does it bother no one that all these people are clearly just doing it out of some kind of kink?"

"WHAT?! Our motivations are purely financial!" Alex busted in.

"Yes! And also I don't know what you are talking about!"

The dean pointed at her. "See? Clearly she doesn't like it. She is so embarrassed she is traumatized and repressing it. That is alright though, we are paying her, and the solution to all problems is money."

"Right," Alex said. "Like me. My sole goal in doing the thing Danny isn't doing is money."

"But," Rebecca said. "Aren't you the designer guy? I'm pretty sure we had a class on you where everything you designed was pink."

"NO!" Alex shouted. "That is another totally different character with the same name and awesome taste. Also I hear he's really cool."

"Alright, we are getting off track. Also, we hope this will solve silly claims of magic on campus," Bruxy said.

"Yes, magic. That will conveniently explain any potholes," Alex said.

"What an odd statement, but true. Anyway, the idea is two students raise the third as a baby for a full semester. They push them in strollers, dress them, change their diapers, feed them, and ensure they do their homework. You can stay in new wing of the university with furnished adult sized nurseries, funds for clothing's and other items are provided by the school, and the "baby" students are each given a bursary for their other classes in exchange. This way, the two "parents" get a home economics lesson as well as a nursing one, as the "babies" are actually adults," and the "Babies" get money and a drama class. Sound reasonable?"

"NO! Nothing in this school is reasonable! How the heck does this place pass inspections!" Rebecca shouted.

"I handle the inspectors, they go fine," Doctor Bruxy said with a wink. "So, we have two more couples to set up."

"Annndd you want us as the caretakers?" Matilda said in a pleading voice.

The teachers looked at each other. "Don't worry, she wasn't the one who thought she was smart," Tweedelbow said.

"Oh no," Matilda said, and put a hand to her mouth.

Dr. Bruxy reached behind the desk and pulled out two outfits. Both girls gasped.

In her left hand was a cloth diaper in a bizarre pattern of dark colors on it, and onesie in a disgusting green color with "Pampered" written across the chest. In the other was the same "Dumb baby" diaper that Rebecca had forced Matilda to wear, and a pink onesie with the same on it. "We are sorry about the designs. Matilda's mommy and daddy wanted to go for all natural with cloth diapers and recycles cloth, which lead to this particular... look. Rebecca's were ordered from a kink website and all arrived like this by mistake. Anyway, if you do this not only will we let you stay and remake your scholarships, but we think your past... events... can be passed off as part of it in exchange for a signed agreement not to sue."

"So... I'm not only going to be treated as a baby, but do it in the ugliest clothes possible while being labelled "pampered?" Matilda asked.

"And I'm going to be going around getting called "Dumb?" Rebecca said.

"Yes. Isn't that clear?" Bruxy asked.

"But you can't do this to me! My dad will..."

"Your dad agrees with this, since you lost your athletic scholarship."

"But you can't just make us dress and act like babies!"

"We can if you want to pass."

"But... but" both girls said in unison, staring in shock at the humiliating outfits.

"No," Bruxy said, slamming her hand on the desk. "You are going to be babies. You will wear your diapers, fully visible in public, be brought around in strollers and on toddler leashes, you will wet and mess yourself, you will get spanked by your caretakers..."

"SPANKED!?"

"Yes, to ensure control they are being given paddles to ensure control."

A clapping sound filled the room.

Rebecca pointed at Danny and Alex. "They just high fived! Look at them smiling!"

"I have no idea what you mean, but if you continue acting up we will have your new mommy or daddy spank you. You are going to learn to be good babies, or you will be expelled, understand?"

Rebecca and Matilda's mouths both hung open.

"Say it. Say it now or be expelled."

"I will learn to be a good baby," Rebecca said slowly.

"I will learn to be a good baby," Matilda said through tears.

"I WILL LEARN TO BE A GOOD BABY!" Danny and Alex both cheered in unison.

"Good. Good babies. And yes, you will. Don't worry, we will organize for you to be re-potty trained at the end of the semester." The sound of another high five filled the room and Rebecca rolled her eyes.

Oh, and one more thing." She looked at Tweedelbow. "We can't let you physically abusing and berating students go unpunished. You can keep the job, but you have to help us with something."

"What?" Tweedelbow asked.

"We technically can't force janitors to carry out dirty diapers, clean nurseries, or wash soiled cloth diapers. Adjunct professors, however, we can do anything with."

"WHAT?"

"Also, our rules have a strict dress code for this, ordered from the same site," She held up a short maid's dress.

Tweedelbow's hands went to her mouth. "Oh #@#$," she said.

All three former bullies looked at their new chosen outfits in shock as the outfits.

And, as Matilda and Rebecca both glanced up at Broxy, something else happened, something that if it wasn't for their new caretakers grabbing them by the wrists to dress and diaper them would have led to another of their patented tantrums. For a quarter of a second, Broxy winked, and changed into the witch, then changed back.
...

A week later, the witch was again leaning in her chair in the back of a class. At the front, four students, each wearing only t shirts, diapers, and soft soled booties, sat in high chairs. Around them, pairs of other students fed them bowls of mushed food and bottles of formula milk while the rest of the class watched. Two of them seemed to be enjoying it, the other two sat bored and angry, eating between glares.

If you asked any of the students, the two angry ones used to each be a kind of diva in the school. One, who you could tell by the fact she was wearing the thickest cloth diapers and ugliest possible onesie. She had been a cheerleader and an athlete who used to mock others for their clothes and use her popularity to lord over others. The second you could tell by the words "Dumb Baby" written across her shirt and diaper. She was an over arrogant want to be 'intellectual,' who looked down on anyone who she didn't think was as smart as her, which was, well, everyone, and refused to see she was often the problem. Now, neither would have the standing to bully again, even after their term in diapers.

There was an odd sense about the new program. Most people took the explanation that it was simply something people could willingly due in exchange for funding, which was obviously a benefit. Still, there was a sense that somehow the people being pushed into it had done something to deserve to be there. People cooed and dotted over them as you would with a baby, while still looking down at them. Two clearly didn't mind, and it was the grumpy ones most assumed had done something really wrong.

That was, of course, as the witch had hoped. She had a fair bit of influence over the collective mindset of the students. She didn't want to permanently ruin the girls, just teach them a lesson. Once they were done with this, they could move on, and few outside the university would remember. They, however, would, and would benefit from the lesson in humility.

However, she couldn't hide the fact she loved watching it. Using her fake bodies, she put herself into a number of positions to watch and take part. Doctor Bruxy was her favorite, this one, the same 'boy' that watched the scene in the design class, was another. She sometimes let them know it was her watching, and had even pushed the knowledge of what had happened into Matilda's brain, just to gloat over it. It was fun to see the reaction.

The 'babies' finished their food, and the witch watched for her favorite part. The caretakers circles around behind the 'babies." The pushed them to lean forward, and opened the back of their diapers. Hands went to noses, then to clips on the high chairs.

Each baby was taken to a pad in front of the class. Danny and Alex made a show of embarrassment through giggles, Matilda and Rebecca groaned and blushed. each was laid down on the pad, then changed. The students watched as the caretakers tore their old diapers off, wiped them down, powdered them, and re-diapered them. Then, they watched as their former abusive adjunct professor came in in a maid's dress to finish cleaning up the mess, holding her own nose shut as she carried out the used diapers.

Applause filled the room at a job well done. The caretakers lifted their "babies' up and they all bowed in unision, and Alex's hands shot up in celebration. Rebecca and Matilda bowed reluctantly.

The witch made a point of catching their eyes. She winked.

Immediately the two girls threw a tantrum, smashing their feet on the floor and trying to pull toward her. Both were quickly pulled over their "Daddy's" lap. Their "mommies" came with paddles, and soon they were receiving one of many, many spankings.

The witched smiled and sighed. It was going to be an EXCELLENT semester.

(thus ends what is probably my longest story yet. Thanks for reading all! )

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Nov 6, 2023 at 12:12 AM
Content: SIKE! New ending. I couldn't let one of the main offenders off the hook. (any guesses who that might be?) This is the Epilogue posted elsewhere as "One Final Bully."

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Nov 6, 2023 at 12:13 AM
Content: It was almost six, and the woman most only knew as "The Witch" was playing with another of her favorite toys.

The toy in question was Robin, a muscular young man in his twenties who apparently still took relationships for granted. A version of her he knew as "Sarah", which she used in a few places around Europe, had invited him out to a dinner date. Unfortunately for both of them, he stood her up without an excuse. This was, in her mind, his loss. However, not one to hold grudges, she was now giving him the chance to make up his mistake. She had even kindly taken care of everything, from his dinner, to his clothes. She had even come up with some entertainment, though she figured it would be mainly entertaining for her.

Had he come to on his own accord, he may have chosen something nice to wear. A suit perhaps, or a nice shirt. Now that it was up to HER, however, she treated him to something much different. Rather then being covered with a button up, his muscles were now well shown off, as she had only permitted him to wear black leather straps across his chest. This allowed her to see his biggest, and now only, asset- his muscles. As he wasn't going to be talking much with the fitted and shaped blue dog mask that covered his entire head, which, through a trick of magic, gave him room to eat or lick anything, but no room to speak. He had lost the chance to speak to her when he stood her up.

The straps on his chest weren't alone. They connected to tight, black leather briefs. These had a hole which allowed his tail, connected inside him, to come through. Since she decided he was figuratively an asshole, she saw no issue with filling his literal one.

Adding to his new look were gloves and booties, both shaped like dog paws. The booties connected to the cuffs of his underwear using more leather straps, which kept him either on his knees or crawling. He had "stood her up," now he wouldn't be standing at all.

Her favorite part however had to be the thick, irremovable collar to his neck, with dangling tags that declared him her property, though he seemed less enthusiastic when she presented it to him. She had attached a leash to it, and allowed him to fulfill the promised entertainment by leading him on a 'walk' through a fake dream world full of people to tease him and offer him cookies in exchange for tricks. Now that that part was done, it was time for his dinner.

The fake street turned into a kitchen. Her new pet knelt and looked around it. His eyes stopped on the steel dog cage in the corner, big enough for him to get in while crawling, but not much else after that.

"Good boy! You noticed you're bed for tonight. Funny, if you were a good boy for our date, you may have ended up in a much more comfortable bed beside me. Guess you screwed that one up to, eh?" She smiled at him.

He nodded in reply. He stared up at her, his eyes still wide in shock with everything that was happening to him. "Mmmph bah," he said, or struggled to say, then looked down. He had forgotten for a moment that he couldn't speak in his new mask.

"Aww that's cute, trying to talk? Good boy," She reached out and pet him. "Now, you are going to do some tricks for your new owner, ok?"

He nodded.

She held up her hand and a dog biscuit appeared in it.

Robin looked at the cookie. His eyes filled with disgust, and he shook his head.

The witch smiled at him. She walked around behind him, and a strap appeared in her hand. "BAD DOG!" she shouted, and whacked him hard.

He yelped loudly, then hung his head gasping.

WHACK!

She lifted it again and hit him even harder, and he yelped louder.

WHACK WHACK! WHACK!

She counted out ten strikes. Each one made him scream louder until he was sobbing on the ground, and she gave him one more for good measure.

"Now, does my little puppy want his cookie?'

He nodded, eyes still dripping with tears.

"And will you eat this dog cookie after you do your tricks?"

He nodded again.

"Good boy. Now, crawl to that corner," she pointed with her strap, and he turned.

She hit him again. "FASTER! Crawl happily like a good puppy or I'll turn your thighs red."

He switched his step, pretending to bounce like a happy puppy.

"Good boy. Now come!" She laughed to herself. "Coming" was one thing he wouldn't be doing tonight.

He obeyed the order.

"Good boy. Sit!"

He sat down.

"Roll over! Good puppy!"

He obeyed, and she could see his cheeks blushing from behind his mask.

"Good," She held up the cookie. "Now, eat it like a good boy. And I promise you, it tastes exactly like you think it will."

He paused for a moment, but a quick glance at her strap changed his mind. He opened his mouth, and she put the dog cookie in it.

He ate slowly. She could see him wincing with each bite, and he held back a gag as he swallowed.

"Good boy!" she cooed. "Did you like you widdle cookie?" She leaned over him with her hands on her knees, smiling her most kind, and mocking, smile.

He nodded.

"Good boy!" she said again. "And don't you just want more?"

He looked at her, considering his options. Finally he nodded.

"Good puppy! Then its time for dinner."

She reached behind herself, and a bowl of dog food appeared in her hand. She set it down in front of him and pushed it toward him.

He chocked when he saw it. A large, brown, pool of mush, with a foul smell that reached up to her nose, heaped into a silver metallic bowl. Beside it, she placed a matching bowl of water.

He backed away from it and shook his head. She looked into his eyes and saw tears forming, and she giggled.

"Are you sure?" She held up the strap. "I think I can make you change your mind. In fact I think I can make my puppy do whatever I want."

He whimpered, and looked down at the food.

"Go ahead. Be a good boy and eat it."

He looked away and groaned.

"Eat it. Now. You don't want me to me to decide you've been a bad dog."

He lowered his face into it and began eat. His entire body shook, and he gagged with each swallow. After a few bites he looked up at her, and she saw his eyes pleading.

"Keep eating. You're puppy eyes are adorable but won't change this."

He whined, lowered his head and continued.

She knelt in front of him, careful to keep her head high high so she didn't have to smell the food in the bowls. She reached a hand down on his head and began petting.

"Good boy, good boy. Eat it all, then lick the bowl."

She knelt closer. "And just think. You could have been enjoying a very different meal with me if you had shown up for dinner. You should realize I always get what I want, in one way or another."

He chocked again, and swallowed one last time. He looked up at her over the empty bowl.

She smiled. "Good boy. Wouldn't it have been so much easier to just have a nice dinner date with me?"

He nodded, and she shook her head in reply. "Well, sucks to suck. Now you pay the price."

She reached behind herself, and a dog cage appeared. She opened the door and signaled him in. "Good dog," she said as he crawled. She locked the door behind him.

"Now, as for your punishment. You are going to go to bed in this cage. When you wake up tomorrow, you will be in your normal bed, in your normal clothes, and this will all be a sweet dream."

"Except it isn't a dream. You'll know it isn't, because my collar will still be around your neck. A bit thinner so you can hide it in public, but it will be there."

"And that's why you know this will be real, and you have a task. Since you couldn't act like a man on a date with me, you will do so with five other women. Get them to agree to go out with you, take them out, dress nicely, and act like a gentleman, not a dog. Until then, you will spend every Wednesday with me. Understood?"

He nodded.

"And since you enjoyed your dinner so much, until next week, everything you eat will taste the same."

He gasped, and he tried to yell his pleas, but the mask silenced him. She giggled at his attempts, then waved a finger in front of him. "Now now, don't be a bad dog. Remember what happens to bad dogs?"

He settled down.

"Good dog. Now, if you do try to tell anyone what happened here..." She reached out to touch his head. Instantly his mind was full of images of a completely different life, with him living full time as her dog, crawling everywhere, eating food from her bowls, and only getting out to be lead on walks in a mysterious world full of other witches and wizards who didn't bat an eye at one of their own leading a normal human on a leash. "You'll regret it for years to come. Understood?"

He nodded.

"Good puppy. Now, goodnight."

She backed away from the cage. From his point of view, the lights had gone out, and she disappeared. She watched as he looked around in confusion, then settled down in the cage to try to sleep.

She smiled at her new toy. She wouldn't play with him too long, but for now he was fun. Perhaps more importantly, he was learning a valuable lesson about how to treat all powerful witches.

She heard a bell, and smiled. She shifted through the house, and by doing so, to another part of the world in another time zone. Here, was almost noon, and time for her to check on another one of her toys.

She closed her eyes, and the building shifted around her. She re-appeared in sitting room. On one wall was a wooden cookoo-clock. She waved her hands in the air, and it began to grow until the hole in it was the size of a grown man. She watched as the hands struck 6, and...

The door opened. Behind it, a boy, another student at the university, looked out of the darkness with panicked eyes. The platform he was on shot forward, bringing him, and his outfit, into the light.

He tied, bent over at the waist, with his hands on his knees, and held in place with more ropes. Most of his body was covered with a feathered bodysuit in multiple colors, with more feathers in fake wings curled up on each side of him. He wore knee high brown leather boots that ended in claw shapes at his feet and left his thighs bare. Perfecting the look was an object of her own design- a long, conical mouth piece with a twisted horn inside of it, which covered all of his face aside from the panicked, tear soaked eyes that stared at her.

The result was he not only looked, but sounded like, a bird whenever he tried to speak. A bird in a cuckoo clock, to be exact, and it was time for him to coo.

A second later, and vast turning gears made the object of his terror advance toward him. To statues, both looking like her holding massive paddles advanced to his rear. Just as the clock hit 12, the first strike came down.

SMACK!

TWERP!

His eyes went wide in alarm as it hit him, and the sound of his shouting was converted into a perfect sound.

SMACK!

TWERP!

The statue reset, and another smack came from the second statue, brining another twerp.

SMACK!

TWERP!

SMACK!

TWERP!

The witch watched as ten more strikes hit him, slowly breaking him down further into tears, then into crying. When they ended, he was left a mess, with his sobs become slow, quiet noises from his horn.

She paused the mechanism just as he was about to go back in. She walked up to him, grabbed him by the hair, and forced him to look at her.

"Having fun in my new clock?" she asked.

He shook his head no, and a loud whine came from the beak. Tears streamed down his face, and his eyes begged her to stop the punishment.

"Awww no? Isn't this what you said, that I should get a clock? Thought you would enjoy being part of it, since it was your recommendation."

He shook his head again.

"Well, I see. I guess not, its not fun for anyone." She ran a hand down his back and onto his mainly bare bottom. She rubbed it and gave it a light smack. "Hmm, still warm, and a nice shade of red. I don't think you'll be sitting comfortably for a while, do you?"

He shook his head again.

"Good boy. Would have been much easier if you were just a good boy and responded politely to begin with, wouldn't it?"

He nodded.

"Good boy. The mechanism will let you go at midnight. Hopefully by then you will have learned your lesson."

His eyes filled with panic again, and his horn began tweeting as he was pulled back into the clock. She had debated with herself whether she should warn him it was a twenty four hour clock or let him figure it out himself, but figured the surprise may help drive the point home. She admitted to herself that this punishment may have been a bit harsh, but she HATED the "Time to get a watch" joke. Technically, she had gotten a clock and not a watch, but she figured the point came across.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Nov 8, 2023 at 4:48 AM
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littledinogoesrawr said:

Gonna read this one later.

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thanks! I'd appreciate it

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Nov 8, 2023 at 4:49 AM
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GRUMPY1962 said:

I LOVE babies new class.

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LOL yes writing those classes was fun.

As for the other comments, prediction on what was coming- read forward and see

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Nov 8, 2023 at 5:01 AM
Content: These two were far from her only toys. Each door in her "house" lead to another, allowing her to appear in various forms to play with them whenever she wanted. The closest to her meeting was the one that brought her to Rebecca and Matilda, two former bullies who now had to spend a semester dressed like adult babies in public as part of a bizarre Home Economics, Nursing, and Acting course of her own design.

Most of the others were at the same college as the now diaper filling former bullies. She had spent a lot of effort building her influence there to allow her games to continue without attracting too much outside attention, and the university system allowed an ever changing pool of targets for her games. She knew she had a time to make, but she couldn't help but admire her toys behind each door.

One was a short, effeminate looking twenty one year old boy. As a first year, hadn't quite learned to treat women with respect. So, when he returned for his second year, he found all his clothes replaced with feminine ones, his name changed, and a witch with a strap always nearby to ensure he dressed and acted appropriately. He also found all the other male students suddenly started treating him the way he treated others, and struggled to keep the constant hands out of his skirts.

Another was his counterpart. She was a wealthy, beautiful woman, and had gotten far to vain with her appearance and fashionable clothes. Now her favorite skirts were replaced with the ugliest male clothes, her figure hidden, and the admiration she had from others turned to laughter behind her back.

Of course, it wasn't only the possibly androgenous people she liked to cross dress. Another was a 6'4 quarterback with large, bulging muscles. As Doctor Bruxa, he had caught him trying to cheat on one of her tests, and found he was extremally disrespectful when caught. So now he spent every Tuesday dressed as a school girl, taking a nearly impossible test. The answers were written on the walls around him, but every time he looked up to see them, she pulled him over his desk for a spanking on his pantied behind. When the test was done, he got another spank for each wrong answer, and told to try again the next week. Right now she saw him in a locker room, chatting with his teammates. Smiling to herself, she moved her hand back and forward in a spanking motion. He jumped and looked behind himself, but there was nothing for him to see. He figured out quickly what was going on, blushed, and tried to continue as if it hadn't happened. She giggled as she rubbed and smacked him a few more times, and his blush grew deeper and deeper. She them closed the door, and moved on.

Her phone buzzed, and she looked at it. "Reminder: meeting in 10 minutes" was on the screen. "Fuck," she said. She would have loved to play with her toys some more, but had to hurry.

Finally, she reached her destination. She opened the door and walked out onto a sunny but cool day in the middle of a University campus. It was the beginning of the winter to spring semester, and students were moving toward an "coming home" rally on the University's main green.

Though the air was chilled and fresh, she had deliberately picked a more temperate area for her playground, and used her magic to ensure it was always just warm enough for the students to wear the latest fashions- as determined by her. She liked to keep the students dressed so that she could determine who had the best build for her games, and of course to make the results of those games harder to hide. Light, short cut coats, low cut shirts and skin tight pants or short skirts were always in style for winter dress here, and most of the students and professors dressed accordingly.

The biggest exceptions to this rule was approaching her. She could sense wherever they were, and looked over to see four oversized strollers, each containing and grown adult in the least fashionable possible clothes. They each wore thick, brightly patterned winter coats over even thicker diapers that bulged from under footed onesies. Adding insult to injury, each was required to constantly suck a pacifier and hold dolls and teddy bears, completing the humiliating look that had destroyed any chance of them becoming bullies again on campus. The pairs pushing the strollers were the witch's students, though they only recognized her in the form of "Dr Bruxa."

The two former bullies, however, recognized her in whatever form she was in. As soon as they saw her, they became outraged, and began struggling in their strollers, trying to shout at her, grab at her, anything at all to take their anger out. A bit of magic kept the straps of their strollers and the pacifiers in their mouths firmly in place, holding them down and turning their shouted insults into muffled noises. From the perspective of their caretakers, they were throwing random tantrums, and they rushed around to try to settle them down.

The witch giggled. She winked at them, then put a hand to her mouth and blew a kiss. This enraged them even more, and they both glared and held up mittened hands, as if daring her to guess which finger they were holding up inside their suits.

Of course, the witch couldn't let the intended insult stand, hilarious and silly as it was. So, she reached out a bit of the same magic she had given to Rebecca, and took control of their stomachs.

When Rebecca had this same power, she had a first tried to use it sparingly to not attract attention, before increasing the amounts as she got angrier and angrier at Matilda. However, the witch had years of experience, and knew how to use it to a level Rebecca never did. Her two toys were about to find out the difference.

BRRAAPPT- both toys stopped their tantrum as a sound loud enough to halt the dozens of students moving by came from their diapers. They both turned pale, and a moment of terror moved over their faces as they realized their mistakes. That look changed to pain then relief in a repeating pattern as their guts repeatedly cramped up then emptied their contends directly into their diapers. Realizing it wasn't stopping as quickly as they hopped, they began panicking again, and started to struggle and kick as their diapers inflated around them. After a moments consideration, she waved a hand and extended the same spell to the two other, voluntary adult babies, considering it a treat to them. Soon, all four were loudly and visibly messing their diapers.

"MMM MMM!" they shouted from behind their pacifiers, struggling to say "no" or beg the witch to end their punishment. They stared at her with tears in pleading, helpless eyes, but she continued. The noises kept coming, getting even louder as a crowed gathered to watch.

The witch's own face turned from laughter to hard stone as she met their begging eyes. By the time she was done with them at the end of the semester, she would ensure they had learned some respect. They would come to her, thanking her for her kindness, praising the valuable lessons she had taught them. Not only that, they would learn to realize this is what they deserved, and beg her to continue to punish them in the same way if they ever showed any arrogance again.

Finally, she cut it off. She didn't have all day to punish her toys, and they had their new caretakers to do it in her stead. While they had paid for the disrespect to the witch, the tantrum itself was disrespectful to their "mommies" and "daddies," and needed to be stopped. While the lessons discouraged corporal punishment in real life cases, as the test subjects here were real adults, more old fashioned forms of discipline were encouraged.

So, both pairs of "mommies" and "daddies," unbuckled their once again panic stricken wards. Rebecca and Matilda whined and struggled as they were dragged out of their strollers and and turned over their daddies' laps. The witch had noted the budge under their onesies before, but now their lumpy diapers bulged even further behind them, stretching the back flap of their onesies. Their caretakers undid the flaps, bringing more laughter at the site of their stained underwear. Their caretakers first turned their heads away in disgust at the smell, then began spanking.

The other two voluntary subjects watched. They looked at each other, then also in unison, started faking their own 'tantrums.' A moment later, and four brown diapers were getting publicly spanked.

Instead, she decided to ensure she'd be able to have fun with them later. She put her magic into the minds of the caretakers, who would forget about the state of their stinky wards' diapers as soon as the spanking was done. They would remember at the rally, leading to much more public, and therefore much more humiliating, diaper changes the witch could watch. She laughed to herself. She took the same spell that had made them mess themselves, put it on a delay, and lowered it onto each sub again.

The result, if she planned it right and if her knowledge of the caretaker's preparation was correct, would be this. From the perspective of the submissive, they'd be sat back into their stroller in full diapers, and have to writhe uncomfortably and deal with the smell as they passed through crowds of people, all of whom would be able to tell why. They'd then get changed in front of those same crowds, only to helplessly mess again just as they were being lowered back into their strollers. As their caretakers would have used their spare diapers and wouldn't have time to return to the dorms, this meant they'd spend the afternoon classes messy.

The caretakers would assume that it was something they had fed their "babies." The willing subjects would be scared and confused at first but eventually turn it into a good memory that fit perfectly into their kinks. For Matilda and Rebecca, however, it was a valuable lesson: Don't mess with the witches.

Her phone buzzed, and she looked at it. "Reminder: meeting in 10 minutes" was on the screen. "Fuck," she said. She he had to hurry. She knew there should be other ways, perhaps by slowing time, or changing the time of the meeting, but at the moment her mind felt a bit foggy and she couldn't think of them.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Nov 15, 2023 at 8:04 PM
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Growler0128 said:

sounds like the head witch got some negative reaction and got brain fog. INTERESTING!

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Hmmm and who else kept getting brain fog again?

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Nov 15, 2023 at 8:39 PM
Content: She walked into the Art's department. It was mainly empty now, as most students and professors were heading toward the rally. Her meeting was with a Vice Dean, Dr. Aosi who worked with the witch's "Dr Bruxa" form.

She switched bodies in the empty hallway, and walked into a large office full of padded oak furniture and shelves covered with old books.

"Dr. Bruxa!" the vice dean said. She was a tall, statuesque woman, who always wore all black and smiled as if she knew something no one else did. "Please, have a seat."

"Dr. Aosi, pleased to see you again," the witch responded. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?"

Dr. Aosi smiled. She put her elbows on the table and folded her arms into a triangle shape, then lowered her head to her hands.

The witch gasped. Dr. Aosi was using magic. It was powerful magic, possibly even more powerful then her own.

A second later, and her appearance had changed. She was shorter, her hair longer, and...

"Hello Ma'am, I didn't know that was you," the witch said to the head of her order. She quickly changed to her normal form.

"I know you didn't," she smiled. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been acting quite the same way, would you?"

"Well I... Uh..." words came to her head but they failed on her tongue. Instead, she stuttered like one of her own submissives facing punishment, before finally blurting out a weak "What do you mean?"

The head of her order waved a hand in the air. Part of the air turned blurry, then crystal, and visions of all of the witch's toys began flashing through. "I mean the games you've been playing. Reducing people to wearing diapers and acting like babies, forcibly cross dressing people, taking them into rooms full of bondage gear, feeding them dog food, messing with an entire university's curriculum and social atmosphere to fit your games, not to mention what you did to an entire city with your "Karma" book. We've been watching it all closely." Images of each appeare

The witch swallowed. "Yes, I uhhh..." she swallowed again. "I know," she lied. "I expected that. Everything I did was well within our rights. Its no different then the former thieves you used as furniture in your garden party, or your sister's kennel full of "Cats," "dogs," and "bunnies." I'm not even the only one to diaper them, several of us have "babies." It has always been within our realm to take normal humans as submissives, I've done nothing against our rules. Ma'am." She added the last word at the last second.

The head of her order smiled. "Yes, that may be true."

The witch smiled in relief.

"If you had any idea of proportion while doing it."

Her smile faded.

The other witch put her hands back into the triangle. "The people I punished were thieves- actual criminals. Most of my sister's pets are the same. Others are willing participants, others had milder offences but were punished briefly. Some were trespassing or actively challenged the witches- which we all decided, due to the danger associated to us all, was enough. If it happened that a witch played with someone who had no serious charge, the games would be short and there would be compensation of some kind."

"What you are doing is way out of proportion. Girls spending months treated as babies for teasing each other. Long, painful punishments for tiny issues. That guy you had in a clock because he made a joke about you getting a watch. An entire university twisted around to match your games, with much of it outright in public where any normal human can see. In no cases are people compensated or have any kind of payment. We were even willing to give your "Karma" book a blind eye because the person who caused the issues ended up getting a comeuppance while the others forgot, but this... this is way out of proportion."

The witch's mouth hung open. "I... I apologize Ma'am."

"Unfortunately that isn't enough, and you've been warned before. We've all decided there has to be some kind of 'lesson,' do you understand?'

The witch nodded.

"Good girl. Now, as to your punishment."

The witch felt an object fall on her like a blanket of air. She gasped. "My magic! You took my magic!"

"Indeed I did. Don't worry, you will get it back at the end of the semester."

"No please! I can't go on without my magic! I need it, I..." She tried to think of something she could use. "My subs! They still have ongoing spells!"

She waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry, they will be taken care of as we take care of you. You get through your punishment, and your magic will be returned, with an oath that you won't misuse it again or you will find your temporary role permanent."

The witch nodded. She was horrified by the prospect, but there was no way to move on. "What is my punishment?"

Now, do you remember that cute boy form you used in Tweedelbow's class?"

The Head Witch smiled. "Well, you see, as head of your, or really Dr. Bruxa's department, I do have one issue. That little game you played has a gender imbalance."

"Gender imbalance?" The witch asked.

"Exactly. Three girls, one guy. While your spells insured the existence of the 'class' itself is accepted, having it only be formerly popular girls in the role of "baby" doesn't exactly work with a lot of groups. So, we need another boy. Or, at least, someone our potential critics would believe is a boy."

The witch stared at her blankly, trying to hide her terror. Realistically, it made no sense. There were dozens of ways to avoid that problem if it ever came up. However, much like the weak justifications she gave to her submissive, the other witches liked to pretend there was a basic logic behind their choices, even if they just wanted control over others. However, her only way out was to play the game.

"What does that have to do with me?" she asked.

"Do you remember that cute boy form you used for Ms. Tweedelbow's classes?"

The witch gulped, then nodded. "His name is Tim," she said.

"Good girl," She snapped her fingers.

The witch, now Tim, felt her body forcibly transformed. Her figure flattened into that of a young man, her hair became shorter, and her face changed to soft masculine features.

"Please don't do this! Please don't make me... UGH!"

She had to stop talking as she felt herself gagged. She looked down at her mouth. Part of her already knew what she'd find, but she was still horrified to see the oversized pacifier gagging her.

"Now, isn't that a cute look for you? Very fitting." The Head Witch said.

Tim folded her hands in front of her, eyes pleading for mercy.

The head witch only laughed. "Awww isn't that cute? Sucking your pacifier as you pout? You'll make a good adult baby boy for this."

She snapped her fingers again. Tim moaned as she felt her clothes change. Her underwear thickened, her black clothes became a baby blue, and the jean material became a soft cotton. In a second she was dressed exactly as her submissives- in a long footed onesie, colorful winter coat with rabbit ears sticking out of the top, and of course her thick, plastic diaper.

She looked at the head witch, hoping for some kind of mercy. Perhaps it was a game, or just a joke, and her powers would be returned that day.

Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. "No, this isn't going to end now in some kind of joke," the Head Witch said. "You will soon be 'adopted' by a pair of students- just like your former wards. You will live exactly as they do, with all the things you set up for them. You will be dressed and taken care of like a baby in public, pushed around in strollers, fed bottles in high chairs, sleep in a crib, and get punished with spankings, corner times, mouth soaping, and other fun things you yourself cooked up. And of course, your favorite part- you will be soaking and filling those diapers of yours every day, and getting changed by your caretakers. As part of your own rules and to be fair to your victims, they are the only people who will recognize you from your other forms, so they will know you are being punished for what you did to them."

"At the end, if we decide you've learned your lesson, your magic will be returned. If not, or if you try to go overboard again, you will find this punishment extended or become permanent. In a worse case scenario, if you keep returning to your previous extremities, you will instead be adopted by one of the witches, and live as a diapered plaything in our world. Sound fun?"

Tim, fighting back tears, shook her head.

"Good boy. Then I think its time for you to go to the rally with your new mommy and daddy. Try not to throw a tantrum like they did if you don't want to be spanked! Have fun! Paul, Samantha? We found a candidate for you!"

The door to the office swung open, and Tim looked as two students came running in.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" The girl who Tim assumed was Samantha, and now her new "mommy," said. "Oh my god! And he's so cute! He's like perfect for this role!"

Her new daddy Paul knelt down in front of her. "I know! Look at that face! Its like he was made for diapers and onesies!" he reached out and pinched Tim's cheeks. "Come on little guy, your stroller is waiting outside!"

He reached down and picked the former witch up by the waist, and pulled her in. She ended up with with her head over his shoulder, her legs around his stomach, and his arms around her as he gently patted her diapered bottom and carried her out the door.

"Oh, almost forgot, one more thing Tim," The head witch, now back to Dr. Aosi said. Her Daddy stopped walking, and she looked up. "Do you remember that little favor you did for the other four? That now applies to you as well. Enjoy!"

Tim looked at her, confused at first. Then the memory hit. "@*(#@!" she shouted as her stomach turned, and she felt her bowels prepare to empty out.

"Now now, no swearing, or we'll have to spank you and rinse your mouth out with soap like Dr. Bruxa said" her mommy chided, but the sound was drowned out by "Tim" loudly filling her diapers.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Nov 15, 2023 at 8:57 PM
Content: This is the ending of the main story and will be the last section, except for a dirtier chapter which will have to remain a patreon exclusive. Thank you for reading! This may be my longest story yet!

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jun 13, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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DLCameron0Littleone said:

The reference to your story karma was the perfect touch to this story (Best story on here is probably Karma)

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thanks! And yes, I like connectiong my stories