Euphoria
All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains the following themes: diapers, humiliation, sissification, bondage, and other kink-related content.
Months ago…
A hopeless romantic all my life
Surrounded by couples all the time
I guess I should take it as a sign
(Oh, why, oh, why, oh, why, oh, why?)
I'm feelin' lonely (Lonely)
Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me)
Now I'm crying in my room
So skeptical of love (Say what you say, but I want it more)
But still, I want it more, more, more
Bethany stared out the window as Becky drove the three of them to school. She usually listened to music on her headphones, as Stephanie and Becky sang along, horribly, to ‘Toxic’ by Britney Spears. She’d been given control of the playlist before, but Stephanie whined about not wanting to listen to another anime theme song and Becky called her a weeb. Bethany was annoyed but the first comment but blushed at the thought of Becky’s admonishment.
The other two were deep in their earsplitting karaoke, not paying attention to Bethany. She took the opportunity to discreetly open her purse and poke at her newest toy. It was bright pink. She smiled at the simple design, two different shades of pink with a large yellow bulb. It had come in yesterday, deciding on a whim to stuff it in her purse…
She shivered at the thought. There was no good reason to bring it to school…she’d just keep it hidden. Her shameful secret. But maybe…just maybe…someone would see it by coincidence. Then they’d ask her about it…or maybe accuse her of being a big baby! Then they’d tell everyone at school, before marching her into the nurse’s office, lay her on a changing pad, and tape into some thick medical diapers that were somehow on hand and then-
Bethany shook her head. She was flushed, trying to pull herself back from her fantasy. She’d savor it though, perhaps writing about it on her DivergentArt page later… “Oh my god, Bethany! What. Is. That?!?”
Bethany jumped in surprise, dropping her pink purse, allowing the contents to spill out onto the car seat between her and Stephanie. Eyes wide, she watched Stephanie pick up the pacifier. “This is it! It’s going to happen!” She thought, her heart pounding.
“Holy shit, is that a pacifier Beth?!” asked a bewildered Becky, who eyed her through the rearview mirror. Stephanie laughed. Bethany felt lightheaded, fighting between feelings of shame, excitement, and indecision.
“This is perfect Beth! We can tease that big baby when we see him on campus. Becky, wouldn’t that be so hilarious to make him suck on this? Do you have a diaper we can stick him in?” Stephanie pulled out her phone, clapping her hands with glee. Bethany was so confused, her plethora of feelings subsiding. This wasn’t her moment…wait what was this about a big baby at school?!
“Oh right, the pictures that were uploaded of that lame sissy…Luis? How pathetic…Nice job, Beth! This will make today actually worthwhile, ha!” Becky parked the car after honking at some sophomores who tried to take her usual spot. Bucking at them in the car, they backed away. Bethany laughed lightly, “Oh yeah, right, I- uh, brought it for him, thought it would be hilarious, ha!”
Becky looked at Bethany questionably while Stephanie continued to have a fit of giggles, clapping like a toy doll. Bethany tried to busy herself with cleaning up her purse, stuffing everything back within, trying to hide her face. She felt like Becky knew something was “off” about her…and part of the reason she became a cheerleader.
They’d known each other since grade school, but were never “friends” until one fateful day in freshman year. Bethany was watching anime on her phone before class started, when Becky walked up and demanded she give up her seat, pointing her to a new one. Bethany acquiesced immediately, not giving it a second thought. It just felt…right? Not the command itself, but the energy that flowed through it.
From then on, she did everything Becky directed her to do. Including signing up to be a cheerleader. Same with Stephanie, who mostly just enjoyed the attention she received. Bethany would take their jests, remarks, and jokes…then go home and write about it. She wrote dozens of stories about her experiences and how she wished they’d go even further…it just made her feel…ecstatic.
And now, Becky was staring right through Bethany, who didn’t have the nerve to say anything but discreetly enjoy this incredible feeling of being unable to hide anything from the taller girl. They didn’t say anything else until later. Stephanie spotted Luis, the boy whose diapered pics had been uploaded to the school website.
She yelled, “Hey big baby Luis!” before throwing the pink pacifier at his back. Bethany groaned in that moment, saddened by the waste of her cute toy. But then something incredible happened.
Tiffany, a girl she used to know decently in grade school, snatched the pacifier out of midair…and stuffed it into his mouth. Bethany didn’t know why she did it, but she grinned widely. Her mind was racing as she clapped with the other two, for different reasons. She watched with envy as Luis ran out of the hallway, wishing she could feel the shame that must be burning within him. Then she looked at Tiffany longingly, spread out on the ground, mouth agape. “Maybe she’d do that to me…”
Bethany tried to chase that feeling. What Luis must have felt like having with Tiffany embarrassing him in front of the entire school. A cute e-girl, popular and friendly enough…but Bethany was too hopelessly nervous to even approach her. So, she joined in with her two cheerleader buddies and teased Luis relentlessly. She helped put up printed pictures of his baby photo in the weeks following, although she felt horrible about it.
She didn’t want to bully him…but she did enjoy the use of him as a proxy for her shame. Bethany liked thinking about how he must feel…and would gladly trade places with him. But something always held her back, like a mental block that she couldn’t get past. So, she just went back home, ordered diapers, played with them in her cheerleading outfit, and wrote fan-fiction online.
But she always wished for more, more, more…She was feeling lonely…but sometimes she got her wish!
Tiffany seemed to turn heel at some point since pacifying Luis, now protecting the boy…which made Becky and Stephanie try even harder for some reason. They usually didn’t meet resistance from other students, so Tiffany was an unwelcome surprise. Bethany went along with the increased teasing…if only to feel some of the e-girl’s wrath.
One time, she got a wedgie from Tiffany when Becky had asked Luis to take Home Ec with them. She said something about using him for the childcare unit. Becky had instigated the teasing, while Bethany had been too busy playing Big Sister Idol School on her phone, she was at the top of the leaderboards after all.
But, she was smitten at overhearing the idea of being placed in diapers and being used as a model for the class when Becky mentioned it. She absolutely loved the feeling of Tiffany punishing her for the other girl’s actions. Becky cried and vowed to come back even harder, Bethany had just been surprised and confused…but excited.
Bethany wished Luis’ predicament could just be transferred to her, not wanting to tease him anymore. Although she kept going with whatever Stephanie and Becky wanted…especially if the latter told her to. She had a choice…but didn’t want to make it herself. Or it was more…she could quit, but what would she have left? Although it’s not like the other two went with her to conventions or anything…
She did miss her pacifier though, so one day she walked up to Luis and tried to ask for it back. She was just so awkward about it, stammering through the conversation. “U-uh hi Luis, umm, y’know that pacifier from a while back…the pink one? Tiffany put it in your mouth and m-made you look like a b-baby…umm, d-do you still have it-“
Unfortunately, that’s when Stephanie popped out of nowhere, asking Luis what he was going to wear for Halloween and whether he needed to borrow one of their uniforms. She must have assumed Bethany was making fun of the boy. Luis ran away, while Stephanie cackled, and Bethany resigned herself to buying another pacifier online…but they were all sold out of her favorite color!
Somehow, knowing that someone else was experiencing the shame she so badly wanted made her both frustrated and jealous! She wanted it so badly but enjoyed getting to watch everything unfold.
Then something magical happened. She stayed behind after school one afternoon, trying to complete her homework. She spent so much time being used by Becky that she sometimes lost track of her studies. It wasn’t difficult for her, but it added up over time. Her parents assumed she was in a slew of activities, not knowing cheerleading took up almost all her time. Along with helping Becky pick out lip gloss and Stephanie practice her pageantry. With the former, she could at least stock up on makeup for cosplay and with the latter, perfect her poses.
So, after completing a mountain of Advanced Placement assignments, she trudged through the dark, quiet hallways of the school. She’d gotten lost in writing and didn’t notice the school closing around her. Then, she noticed the drama department’s light was on. It was odd, considering no one should be around besides her and the security guard who just slept in his car…
She peered in and saw something incredible…someone dancing while wearing a ludicrous outfit! They had on a green onesie, with the word “Brat” emblazoned across their chest and butt, a harness, and a slew of other accessories. Her first thought was, “Is that Tiffany?!” based on the green and black color scheme…then upon further inspection she realized it couldn’t be her.
Why would Tiffany be wearing…was that four diapers on top of one another?! “And the premium Alien Invader diapers too…I heard they glow in the dark when you wet them! Just like in the anime where they get eviscerated by water and blow up in a heavenly explosion! Oh, if only I didn’t have to spend all my money at the mall with those two…Why are they wearing all that bondage gear though…” And then, after some apparent struggling from the dancer, the diapers began glowing brightly! A flash went off. The dancer panicked and ran for the exit.
Then… “That’s Tiffany!” Bethany watched her chase the diapered girl out the exit, following suit herself. At the door, she could see Tiffany picking something off the ground…a “Life is Sad” t-shirt, where had she seen that? And then it clicked. She knew one boy who wore Hot Topic goth stuff like that…Luis! Luis was the diapered dancer! But then…was he like her as well? Was he also hiding a shameful secret? What was going on?!
Bethany watched as Tiffany ran after him, laughing. She could see the oddly-dressed girl- no, boy- running away in the distance, his diapered butt glowing for all to see. It was like a shooting star for Bethany. Her wish to be shamed by someone else for liking diapers…it could come true!
So, she tried being direct, which wasn’t her strong suit. She was nervous walking up to the boy she’d been helping tease for so long. Luis had even caught her staring at him earlier, before she quickly looked away. He probably thought she was getting ready to make fun of him. All she needed to do was ask…why was this so hard? And why did she feel so…good?!
“H-hi Luis, umm, I know that w-we usually don’t talk like this but, umm,” she stammered out words as Luis stared at her, incredulous and confounded. “I k-know we call you a b-baby sometime…but umm, do y-you…do you, umm, like, umm…do you like wearing diaper-“
“Yeah dweeb, do you like wearing diapers? Is that why you ran away with the paci in your mouth?” Bethany was cut off by Becky, who appeared right at the wrong moment. Then came another voice.
“Aww, is the poor baby going to cry without his e-girlfriend around? I bet she likes you and would put you in diapies…would she change you and get off on that?” asked Stephanie, laughing at her own joke. “Does she like that kind of thing? I bet she’d dress you up in little girly baby clothes too. That kind of dork likes boys who dress like that-“ Stephanie only stopped when Becky gave her a small shove, clearly annoyed.
“H-hey, we’re focusing on his diapers, not whether he crossdresses okay, jeez…” said an annoyed Becky. The two started arguing in front of Bethany as the bell rang, giving Luis a chance to slip away. Bethany sighed, assuming she’d lost her chance.
And so, she’d given up for the past few weeks, too busy getting ready for the pep rally and playoff games. She didn’t care about football, but cheerleading felt enough like being in a J-Pop Idol group that she could tolerate it. It was quite fun being tossed up and down, her signature blue afro puffs bouncing. She could easily imagine the audience waving glowsticks as she sung along to her favorite songs. “Ugh, if only Becky and Steph were into the same stuff…”
When she went home that evening, she laid on her bed and scrolled through Twinkle Twinkle. Watching a video from her favorite idol, she considered relaxing her hair for a while…“Hmm, maybe I’ll see about getting a blue weave first just to try it out…”
She didn’t necessarily want to commit to several months of a hair relaxer…looking over at her cosplay corner, there were plenty of options in terms of wigs for her to play with.
Looking back at her phone, she decided to check her other TT account, “Bebeindistress”. It was the name she used for her other secret accounts, careful never to cross them. She could do it…it might lead to her secrets leaking and that would just be mortifying.
Bethany squealed, having a tiny shake in her bed to stave off the excitement. It did make her think of Tiffany again…what if she found out her secret? “Oh my god, that would be incredible…she already hates me!”
With the girl on her mind, Bethany checked Tiffany’s TT account, making sure not to accidentally follow it…multiple times. The videos were so fun on her account! Bethany loved bright pinks and pastels but adored Tiffany’s toxic green and black style just as much. It suited her so well, someone who could get what they wanted…
Daydreaming, she continued to scroll. Then she spotted a video Tiffany had just uploaded. She immediately clicked on it. Breathing faster, she watched the purple-haired girl lipsync to one of her new favorite songs, “Idol” by Yaosobi. Tiffany looked so cute, hopping to and fro in a plaid green jumper. Bethany wanted to dance along as well! She could see signs of someone else in the video with Tiffany...making her wish it could be her.
She was so enamored by the video that she immediately hit the ‘like’ button…then realized what she had done. It was an accident! Panicking, she unliked the video, logged out of her TT account, and tossed her phone onto the other side of her bed. She grabbed her anime waifu pillow and screamed into it, not knowing whether to feel excited or dumb. It felt so right and wrong and she didn’t know what she actually wanted.
Present
Bethany was lost in the wondrous feeling of the hot water, her muscles sore after cheering for an hour. She was rubbing her shoulders, listening to Steph and Becks go on about the pep rally, when she heard it.
*BANG* “What the hell was that?!” cried out Becky.
Bewildered, all three girls turned off the faucets, hearing a door close in the distance. “Ugh, those junior brats know to leave us alone. We need to open our pores! When are they going to learn…Bethany, get my towel.” Bethany simply nodded, hoping that Becky would assume her flush was from the hot water.
When she walked over to the curtain where their towels hung, all she found was a stack of paper towels. “Huh?” She looked out past the curtain, there was no one and nothing else in the room…besides three neat piles of pink, blue, and yellow. Bewildered, she looked back at Steph and Becks, holding the paper towels.
“What the hell Beth, where’s my towel?” demanded Becky.
“U-umm, our towels are gone…there’s only these,” Bethany took a portion of the towels, drying herself off as best she could before exiting the shower area. The others did the same, clearly frustrated at whatever idiot had done this. After a frustrating minute trying to dry themselves, the cheap paper disintegrated into the drains.
Bethany walked over to her locker, which had a pile of unfamiliar pink clothing in front of it. The door was shut…and locked. Peering through the holes, she could see all her belongings within. The other two quickly figured out the same thing.
“Oh, what the hell! Some kid is trying to prank us? Us?!” cried an exasperated Stephanie.
“Ugh, someone’s going to pay for this…check the other lockers to see if they have clothes inside…those paper towels are basically gone,” Becky took command, as the naked three attempted to find something other than the three piles in front of their own lockers. Realizing there was nothing else, Bethany finally checked the puffy pink stack.
There was a note addressed to her on top of what appeared to be a thick pink onesie, a pair of padded mittens, booties, and…
“Diapers!” she exclaimed, blushing when she realized what she’d just said. There were three thick, pink diapers tucked under the thick onesie, which read “I <3 Mommy”.
“What?! Hey, there’s are diapers here too…why does this onesie look like it’ll fit me…hold on, there's a note…WHAT?!?” Stephanie’s eyes were wide with horror at whatever she was reading, holding what appeared to be Polaroid photos. “W-what kind of prank is this?! This is saying…I have to dress myself…and get over to the gym…wearing diapers?!”
Bethany peered over at Becky, her eyes becoming furrowed as she read her own note. The girl crushed the paper and her own Polaroids. “Someone. Is. Going. To. Fucking. Pay. For. Whatever. The FUCK. This. Is. Supposed. To. Be…” The tall girl was breathing heavily, looking like she was ready to punch someone.
Bethany looked down at her own note, opening it and reading:
Oh, Bethany, you little bebe in distress...that’s right! I know your big, crinkly, soggy secret! You thought you could hide from me? I know sooo much about you! If you don’t follow my instructions, including putting on the lovely outfit before you, your DivergentArt account will be read by everyone the following morning. And don’t worry, I already copied all your stories and artwork :)
Wouldn’t that be horrible?!? Everyone would read your shameful fan fiction…I particularly like the story where Bebe is diapered by Stephie and then degraded by Becca. It’d be difficult to miss the inspirations for your characters. I think I understand why you went from engineering robots to cheerleading now. You love being put in your place, don’t you? Becky probably bullied you and forced you into a uniform, so now you get off on following her every order. Am I right?
Well lucky for you, I have something even better for you. You’re going to follow my orders now, making sure that your two compatriots follow their instructions to a tee. If they escape…then you fail. Everyone will see your secret accounts and know your worst secret…Your parents will find out what you’ve been up to at school…not robotics club, debate, etc. like you’ve been telling them! Your mom is quite talkative it turns out, and I’ve never seen you do anything extracurricular besides cheering five-letter words. It’d be a shame if they found out
They’d be so disappointed, and so would you! But if you help me make sure Stephie and Becca get their due…I won’t tell anyone. Instead, I’ll cut you a deal. Everything that happens to them will happen to you. Think about it, those diapers and onesie…that and more could be yours! Based on what I know about you, that’s exactly what you want. You’ll still have to pay like the other two for what you’ve done, but something tells me you’ll enjoy it anyway.
So, you are to make sure those two get locked up. Make sure they’re diapered (use the powder!). And most of all, make sure they get to the gym. No ifs, ands, or buts. After all, not only will you finally get your greatest desire…but you get to take down Becky and Stephanie with you! What’s more shameful than betraying your friends? Imagine if they found out. It’s just like the plot of one of your stories, if they found out, they might assume it was you that set this whole thing up. What would they do to such a naughty girl? ;)
Bethany’s heart was a flutter, shivering as she stood there in her birthday suit. Whoever wrote this knew about her secret TT account…and her DivergentArt stories…They’d also figured out why she was a cheerleader and what she liked…How did they know so much?!
She felt so…she felt so…Bethany felt a wave of euphoria flow over her. She’d never felt this incredible before. Someone was trying to shame her in front of the entire school. Not just her two cheerleading friends. Someone was going to lay her out bare. Someone was going to…
Bethany looked over at the pile of clothing and gave a small, embarrassed smile. Someone was going to make her wear these diapers and onesie…
Reading over the note’s instructions again, she was to diaper herself in three wonderfully thick layers, zip herself into the onesie and accessories, then place the labeled padlocks onto their respective rings. “They want me to lock myself into this humiliating outfit…they want me to do it myself…and make sure Becks and Steph do it too!”
She looked over at the two girls, who were debating what to do. They had no phones so couldn’t call another cheerleader. All three were stark naked and would refuse to go out on their own for help… “Well, I would…maybe. It’s school…but why do that when I can be caught in this wonderful- I mean, horribly thick diaper…”
But could she betray the two? Wouldn’t they just punish her? They’d kick her off the squad for sure…which wouldn’t amount to the same amount of humiliation she’d suffer if she went along with this scheme. It was stupid…no one would rely on someone to betray their friends with the prize being more embarrassment. But Bethany…
The two gave each other a look then turned to Bethany. “Does…does yours have blackmail on it too, Beth?” asked a despondent Becky. Bethany nodded. “Ugh, my note says if we don’t make it to the gym in the next 30 minutes…which I think is when the next bell rings, they’re going to pull the fire alarm…which means we’ll be either naked or diapered in front of the whole school. You know how thorough those fire marshals are and they hate our students for all the pranks last year…I wouldn’t put it past them to march us out as is.” Becky sighed and didn’t say anything else.
Bethany took a deep breath. “C-c’mon, let’s get this over with! I mean, th-that’s what the instructions say…we need to put on our d-diapers…the onesies…then get to the gym. O-oh! Don’t forget to lock yourself in…my note says we- I mean, it says I have to.” The other two nodded, Steph looking like she was about to cry as she picked up her yellow outfit. Hers read “Miss Poopypants” across the chest. Becky picked up her blue onesie, which read “Temperamental Toddler”.
Bethany turned back to her pink pile, not letting the other two see her shameful smile grow with delight. She held the diapers in her hand, savoring their plush thickness and the noisy plastic. She held them close to her face, inhaling their sweet powdery smell. She noticed a small bottle of baby powder with a sticky note saying, “Don’t forget to use me <3”.
Then she remembered something quite unfortunate…Looking over her shoulder, Becky and Stephanie had their backs turned to her as they tried taping themselves into their diapers. As much as she wanted to watch the two deprecate themselves…she had to make sure they had no escape plan.
Reaching under her locker, she found her spare key taped to the underside. Carefully peeling it off, she padded over to the trash can.
“Oh no…” she thought. “Someone locked my locker while I was in the shower…and silly me without a spare key. Looks like I’m gonna have to wear that humiliating (adorable!) costume. Oh boy, I sure got pranked good!"
She sounded so dishonest even in her head, but Bethany was all too happy to drop the spare key into the trash can. She desperately wanted there to be no hope for the three of them. She wanted the three to play into whoever’s hands these were.
Right now, all that she wanted to feel was shame. She’d never wanted anything more. She didn’t care if she brought down her two friends with her. She felt herself starting to lose control, letting her innermost desires drive her body. It was like her mental block was gone.
After laying out all three diapers on a bench, she lowered herself into the pink cloud. She felt another rush of ecstasy as she felt the fluff against her tush, before taking the bottle and powdering herself. She blushed as the other two watched her doing this so expertly. “I-I have lots of baby cousins ha…” Becky looked frustrated with her own taping job, while Steph tried to copy Bethany. Once Bethany sealed herself into the three diapers, taking as long as possible to savor the moment, she helped the other two.
It was one thing to diaper herself, but she felt wonderful helping Stephanie into her diapers, powdering her as well. Becky was even better, not even looking Bethany in the eyes as she was taped into her own powdered prison. Steph thanked her but Becky just blushed and got to dressing herself. Bethany didn’t care, she’d just experienced euphoria diapering her friend.
Waddling back to the bench, enjoying the impossibility of being able to close her legs, she picked up the onesie. It was soft, puffy, and smelled oh so sweet. Pulling the onesie over her legs, she struggled to pull herself into each hole. It seemed tailor made to her body, but not very stretchy. It ensured that it would not only be difficult to get into…but also out of.
Eventually Becky sighed and walked over, helping Bethany dress herself. “Th-thanks!” She blushed as Becky wordlessly asked her to return the favor, then Stephanie.
Next came the booties, which were so deliciously warm and satiny on the inside! Finally, it was time to slip on the mittens. But before that, Bethany made sure each girl was securely locked into their outfit, according to the instructions. Becky begrudgingly allowed Beth to lock the back of her onesie, bending over for her. Then came her booties and the mittens. Both Becky and Stephanie were now locked in, their faces growing bright red, fidgeting in their babyish clothing. They helped Bethany with her own locks. Her mittens came with unique magnet locks, so they could be closed using padded hands.
After hearing a deafening, but satisfying, click…the three girls were sealed into their new colorful prisons. Bethany’s heart was pounding with excitement, starting to sweat, knees weak with excitement. “R-ready?” The other two nodded and followed her lead.
“Wait!” Becky whispered as they were so close to the door. “Look!” She tried pointing with a padded mitt, before walking over and allowing both of them to notice the object she was pointing out. It was a phone.
“Oh my god! We’re saved! Eww, what’s with this ugly green phone case with dragons on it…” asked Steph as she tried to pick it up. Her mittens made the task exceptionally difficult.
“That doesn’t matter! Turn it on and call someone!” said Becky through gritted teeth. Bethany’s stomach lurched, were they about to be saved?!
“Nononononono,” she cried in her head as Steph pressed her padded hands along the side. She couldn’t have them messing this up! So she jerked forward, whispering, “Here let me help!”
The phone was pushed out of Stephs hands, landing on the floor screen-side down. The other two glared at Bethany as they heard a small crack. “I-I’m sorry! I was t-trying to help…” She looked away ashamed, secretly hoping that this did enough damage.
Steph picked up the phone again and eventually managed to turn it on…only to reveal that it was severely cracked along the bottom. It was impossible to touch any of the buttons! Doubly so with the thick mittens as Steph and Becks both frantically tried to bypass the home screen. The emergency button was (un)fortunately in the cracked section. Steph even tried some voice commands to no avail.
“Ugh!!! How does this bitch not have Siri on?! Oh, it’s a stupid Robot phone, gross!” whined a furious Stephanie before Becky snatched the phone away.
“That doesn’t matter you dunce…hey who’s this bitch anyway? Oh, sorry Beth..." Becky apologized automatically for the girl. "It's some e-girl looking brat with green hair…she looks familiar…She’s wearing a purple skater skirt with some cropped “Life is Sad” shirt…and a Damsels jacket…Does she go here!? I bet she’s behind this…ugh, we’re going to make her pay!” Becky’s eyes were almost red with fury.
Bethany thought about the shirt the girl was wearing, she did look awfully familiar…and then she realized…But none of that mattered, there was a plan they had to stick to. Who knew what would be worse, whatever was in store for them…or the school seeing them as is…
“Hey! A message came through! Wait, it’s an alarm…’First warning’…what the hell does that mean?” exclaimed Becky. Then they heard it, within their lockers, a set of loud, blaring alarms began. “Shit! People are going to hear that and come investigate, c’mon, let’s go!”
Becky held onto the phone as the other two pushed their way through the door…into the school hallway. Luckily, everyone was in class and there was no wandering teacher in sight…yet. With the coast clear, the three started padding along in their booties, the soft material silencing their footsteps.
It was nerve-wracking being out in the open like this, all three of them well aware of how stupid they looked in their matching onesies and diapers. At any moment, someone could walk out or around a corner. Would they start by yelling? Or asking for their hall passes? Or simply laughing their butts off?
Bethany was dreading everything, had she made the wrong choice? Was this something she wanted? She couldn’t go back now anyway…
“Hey! Look, it’s one of those dumb Damsel decorations, what if we just pull off-“ Stephanie attempted to pull off the skirt of one of the mannequins, only for it to immediately fall apart. “Urgh, cheap bullsh-“
"Shh! Look!” hissed Becky, who had covered Stephanie’s mouth. At the end of the hall, a teacher was walking past their corridor. Luckily, she was yawning with eyes closed, completely unaware of the three large babies frozen in place. After standing still for what seemed like hours, they got moving, realizing how badly they needed to get to the gym.
Whenever they got to a classroom door, and there were several between their locker room and the gym, the three would get on all fours and crawl. Bethany in the lead, seemingly taking charge again. After struggling a bit with doubt, she was once again eager to experience whatever was in store for them. She hoped this feeling remained with her…
“It’s just like my story where someone swaps out my clothes for a diaper and I have to crawl my way past all the students…only I was by myself then! Not with Becks and Steph…” Bethany was lost in thought as they finished slowly crawling for the fifth time, almost at the gym. Standing back up, she continued her daydream amidst the other two’s ongoing nightmare. “But I got caught at the end of that story, the bell rang and everyone saw me in the middle of the hallway, in nothing but a diaper…”
“Hey, Beth!” hissed Becky, “Move faster! We’re on a timer, whoever set this up said they’d pull the fire alarm if we don’t get to the gym on time!”
Bethany was given a firm shove on her diapered bum, the girl not realizing how slow she’d been moving. She almost tripped but caught herself on a wall…right next to the fire alarm.
That’s when her hand started moving of its own accord. “Do it Bethany…you’re locked into a baby outfit from the girls changing room and the keys aren’t anywhere nearby…” her mind was racing as her face grew sweaty and glowing hot, while her body shivered with excitement. “Just one press and everyone at school will see what a big baby girl you are. You know you want it, the humiliation, the laughing, everyone taking pictures of you…just press it already!
Her padded hand came within inches of pressing the bright red button that would doom them all…except Stephanie grabbed it and began pulling her along. “Watch out Becks! You almost pushed Beth into the alarm and got us caught anyway!”
Bethany felt ashamed, but she couldn’t tell if it was due to almost taking her friends down with her…or wanting to degrade herself so badly. Unfortunately, this feeling interacted with pleasure, confusing her even more. Stephanie was trying to hold her hand while the other rubbed her own butt.
“What are you doing Steph?! Someone will come out here if they hear all your loud crinkling!” hissed Becky once again.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it! My butt is so friggin’ itchy right now…ugh, I thought baby powder was supposed to be good for that!” muttered back an exasperated Stephanie, who continued to try scratching her bum to no avail with the mittens. Maybe it was the mere mention of, but Bethany was starting to feel itchy too, right around her crotch and butt. Becky started rubbing herself too.
“Ugh, shit…My butt feels like it’s on fire…urgh…we need to get to the gym or I’m gonna blow a gasket!” Becky frantically pushed the girls forward, trying to keep up a futile effort to relieve the itchiness. Bethany smiled in realization of what was happening. Whoever was doing this had put itching powder into the bottles. She applauded their genius!
She looked back longingly at the fire alarm, hoping that whatever was in store for them was worth it. They pressed forward, basically waddling down the final hallway due to their bulky diapers and the itchiness they were experiencing. Their faces beet-red, they finally burst into the gymnasium.
Becky and Stephanie let out a sigh of relief upon entering, while Bethany checked the room, hoping to see what their next ordeal would be…
And then she saw it, in the middle of the gym. Some sort of metal frame was set up, with several colored ropes, bars, and other implements laid out in front of three pedestals. Each one had a small baby bottle on top, which read “Baby Itching Relief Solution”. Upon noticing the bottles, Becky and Stephanie cried out in joy, rushing towards them.
Bethany stood still for a moment, as she realized there were three distinct piles in front of each pedestal…three piles in bright pastels…blue, yellow, and pink...matching their outfits…
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed in her head, “It’s a trap! They’re running right into a trap!” But instead of warning the other two, Bethany started running. She might be shorter than Becky, but she could outpace her. She quickly caught up, running towards the device rather than away. She was glad the other two were so focused on the bottles, stopping right before walking into the trap, noticing something off at the last moment.
Or else they would notice her expression. Her expression of sheer joy as she pushed Stephanie and Becky into the appropriate harnesses, right as she jumped into her own.