Shame

All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains the following themes: diapers, humiliation, sissification, bondage, and other kink-related content.

This version has been edited for content and re-uploaded.

*Zip* *Creak* *Whirl *

“EEEEEKKKKKK!” 

“UHHHHHHHH-“ 

“HEHEHEHEHE!”

The two bewildered girls completely missed Bethany’s shriek of joy as they were all lifted into the air simultaneously. They each felt a tight squeeze around their diapers as leather harnesses trapped them. They each bounced for about a minute, cursing the air, kicking their legs in anguish, fury, or else savoring the moment. 

Once they stopped moving, they heard the gym door squeak open. Strutting towards them was a purple-haired girl, who looked like a spider with a web full of flies…one who was ready to feast.

“YOU?! You’re behind this you little cun-“ Becky was reaching towards Tiffany, as though she wanted to strangle her, but was cut off as she was suddenly bounced up and down, against her will. 

Holding up a device with several buttons on it, Tiffany smirked at the girl. “Aww, is my 20-year-old toddler throwing a tantrum? She should stay quiet, or else someone might hear and come investigate. Then Mommy would have to share her treats with the whole school!” 

Becky ceased bouncing after another minute, clearly ready to rage again, but held her tongue. “Good girl!” teased a jubilant Tiffany. “I didn’t even have to use a pacifier. But y’know what, I’ll give you each one anyway. But don’t fight, or I’ll press this button…and your life gets worse!” Tiffany walked to each girl in turn, stuffing their mouths with large, matching pacifiers, each with a set of straps hanging loosely.

Looking at both girls, Becky was clearly furious while Stephanie looked ready to cry as she continued to paw at her diaper. Bethany tried her best to look mortified, rather than clearly pleased at the circumstances. The pacifier helped mask her mouth. The bell rang.

All four girls kept quiet as they heard the distant noise of hundreds of college students shuffling through the hallways. None came close to the gym though, to the relief of half of them.

“Now that my mouthiest baby is quiet, I have a little game I want to play with all of you!” Tiffany circled the girls, clearly enjoying herself. “There are no classes scheduled in the gym today, with those professors taking the day off before the game. But there are still two general class periods to go! Meaning that we have about two hours for students to come see what’s going on with the famous Bebes…”

Tiffany paused for effect, letting their nickname linger in the air…All three cheerleaders had their eyes wide open, two with terror and the other with ravenous attention.

“So, I could leave you hanging, pull the fire alarm, or head to the front office and make an announcement for an emergency assembly in the gym, we all know the staff there is probably asleep…or…you could play a game with me!” Tiffany bounced up and down, giddy as though trying to get three toddlers excited.

She stopped bouncing only when they failed to respond, then she frowned. “So what’s it going to be, babies? Game or shame?”

The three gave each other a mixture of looks: worry, exasperation, and acceptance. “F-fine, we’ll play, but can PLEASE give us the bottles?! My butt is on fire!” Stephanie pleaded, starting to bounce herself as the itchiness continued.

“But of course! If you want to be fed your bottles, then be my guest. Just let me know if you want me to hold it for you…” Tiffany said this more directly to Becky, who looked down at her from her bouncer. The head cheerleader clearly wanted to lash out, hit the e-girl, anything…but she begrudgingly accepted her bottle, turning away as she tried to chug it.

Bethany blushed as she thanked Tiffany, who smiled at her, booping her on the nose. She blushed as she sucked on the rubber nipple, savoring every moment of drinking the thick liquid in front of the others.

After several minutes, the three girls finished their drinks, Stephanie producing a small belch as she accidentally burped herself from the involuntary bouncing. “Oh my, what a loud girl! You’re usually so adamant about manners, little Miss Poopypants. I’ll have to add…hmmm, five minutes!”

Stephanie looked confused as Tiffany held up a stopwatch, which currently read about an hour and fifty minutes. It jumped up as she fiddled with some buttons on the side. “Whoops, sorry, had to find this after misplacing some stuff…” Bethany looked over at Becky, who had a rectangular lump under her onesie.

Bethany was trying to put everything together, partly to figure out the plan but also a way to prolong it. Everything was unfolding like a wonderful, disastrous dream! “U-um, Tiffany…so what’s the game? A-are we counting down towards classes ending…and every time we do something n-naughty we add time?”

“Wow! Such a smart girl! You might get to graduate preschool before these two dummies,” Tiffany beamed at Bethany, who smiled weakly in response. She was pulling out a tripod along with Bethany’s pink phone. “You’re mostly right! This countdown is how long you have until you’re released, starting with two hours until the final bell. If you play my game right, I’ll take off time for being sweet…and add time for being naughty. I’m so proud of you! Here, I’ll take off a minute as a bonus for being such a smart cookie.”

Tiffany clapped as she removed a minute from the timer, which prompted Bethany and Stephanie to copy her…before they stopped as Becky glared at them. Tiffany giggled as she finished setting up the camera. “Ok, so we’ll play your game…but why the hell did you do this to us?!”

“Oohhh, that’s an extra five minutes for having a foul mouth. Actually, ten if we count earlier!” Tiffany smirked as she clicked away on the stopwatch. “But why? Because you’re a bunch of babies! Big 19- to 20-year-old babies who’ve been allowed to run this college for far too long. You’ve bullied too many people at this school, and this is your just dessert. I’m treating you like the massive brats you all are! Even if you play my game and manage to escape the school before anyone sees you…I’m going to monitor you like an overbearing Mommy to make sure you never bully anyone again. Because if you do, all the evidence gets posted on the college website, social media, and mailed to everyone you know. That’s why I’m doing this…because I want to watch you squirm.”

Tiffany grinned like a Cheshire cat, all three girls in sheer terror of what she just said. Or awe, in Bethany’s case. She also noticed that Tiffany was careful to emphasize everyone at school rather than Luis, who she seemed to be most protective of… 

“So…I’m going to ask you each a series of questions. If you answer truthfully, I’ll take time off your sentence!” She clicked a button to decrease the timer. “But if you answer falsely, I’ll add time.” She clicked again, the timer increasing. She paused and smiled, as though waiting for any questions.

“Umm, ok. I get it…but when is this itching solution supposed to, like, work?!?” whined Stephanie. She continued to bounce, clearly trying to relieve herself.

“Oh right! So, the itching should stop…with water! Or any liquid really. You could have poured the solution into your diapers…but getting them wet will do the same thing.” Tiffany grinned mischievously, as it slowly dawned on the three what that meant. Stephanie and Becky groaned, as Bethany quickly tried to imagine a waterfall. If she had a chance to humiliate herself in front of Tiffany…she wasn’t going to waste it! Unfortunately, she wasn’t quite quenched enough yet.

“Oh, that reminds me, I’ll have other bonus opportunities for you three to reduce the timer. But, it’s an all-or-nothing game, so if one person adds time…it’s for all three of you! Yay team!” Tiffany mockingly posed as though she were holding a pompom. Bethany’s mind raced as she relished the opportunity to not only destroy her own reputation…but also Stephanie and Becky’s.

“Let’s start with an example bonus round for ten minutes off your timer…Bethany, will you unlock your phone for me?” Tiffany held out the pink phone, smiling sweetly. Bethany knew that she probably needed to record evidence…she didn’t want to start off the game badly…and it would be amazing if Tiffany were building up even more blackmail on them…So she acquiesced, not mentioning her passcode was also the year her favorite anime was released.

“Thank you dear! Now, first question is for Stephanie…did you or did you not cheat at your last beauty pageant?” Tiffany smirked at the girl, whose face was white as ash, as she set up Bethany’s phone on the tripod. The other two turned towards her, waiting for her response. Stephanie shook with shame as she bounced, eventually nodding. “Wow! What a revelation! I think that deserves five minutes off the timer…oh what’s that? That’s right, it’s time for a bonus round! Stephanie, I’ll take off a minute for a description of each way you cheated. Go!”

Stephanie hid her face as she listed not one, but a dozen ways in which she cheated at her last pageant, much to the surprise of both Becky and Bethany. The girl really was so prim and proper…most of the time. So, hearing her describe gluing zippers, putting itching powder in bikinis, and… “Oh! That’s where she got the idea from…” thought Bethany.

Bethany noticed Becky put two and two together as well, based on her annoyed expression. Tiffany seemed not only keen on ruining the girl’s reputations…but perhaps their relationship?!

But once Stephanie finished, they were down twelve minutes…nine if you counted all the time it took to list off each shameful deed. “Wow, so naughty! I’m almost tempted to add more time…but I’m a fair and just Mommy. So, next up is Becky…”

Becky straightened up, face hard, as she readied herself for whatever was coming. “Do you…like sissies? Like, like like? Do you enjoy the idea of making out with a sissy?” There was silence as Tiffany asked the questions with wide eyes and a wider smile…then pink started creeping its way into Becky’s face. She shook her head as Tiffany smirked. “Ooohh, that’s a lie if I’ve ever seen one! Five minutes added! Plus, how can you lie so badly? It’s written all over your face.” Becky hung her head as Tiffany moved towards Bethany.

“So…Bethany. I have a hard one for you my little angel…” Bethany was shaking again. She was ready. Ready to scream that she loved diapers. Ready to declare her desire to be humiliated. Ready to degrade herself in front of everyone! “Do you like…your outfit?”

Bethany blinked. Tiffany smiled. Becky and Stephanie were bewildered. 

Bethany breathed in deep, before giving the tiniest nod. “Yay! I’m so happy you do! Whew, I was going to be embarrassed if you said no, I worked so hard on them. Five minutes off for you!” 

Bethany swallowed as she closed her eyes. It was the smallest confession…but it felt incredible! The other two girls continued to look perplexed. “I mean…they’re not horrible, so I guess it’s smart to say yes…Oh! Good move Beth, it was a trick!” Stephanie talked aloud clearly trying to make sense of the answer. Becky didn’t look so convinced.

“Ok, each of you had the opportunity to tell our audience a bit about yourselves…well maybe not now, but in the future, in case you fail this game, and the video gets leaked…but anyway, it’s time for a team building exercise!” Tiffany clapped excitedly as she pulled out several pompoms from a bag unnoticed by the cheerleaders. She passed each of them a set.

“For a bonus prize of fifteen whole minutes knocked off your clock…I want you to cheer for me! Not just any cheer either, give me a good one that really lets me know how much you love being babies!” Groans ensued. “Ooh, doesn’t matter if you don’t want to either. You’re stuck in this phase until I’m happy…so you’d better get jumping!” She pressed a button that began bouncing all three girls simultaneously.

Bethany tried to discreetly bounce along, enjoying the ride. Unfortunately, Becky took charge, knowing what was at stake. “G-give me a B!” The other two started cheering along automatically. 

“B!” cheered Bethany and Stephanie.

“Give me an E!”

“E!”

“Give me another B!”

“B!”

“An E!”

“E!”

“An S!” 

“What does that spell?”

“BEBES!” cried out the other two. 

“W-who are we?” asked Becky.

“BEBES!” Tiffany clapped alongside them, clearly energized and, much to the relief of the other two, happy.

“YAY! That was soooo good you three!” She was trying to hold herself together as she keeled over, laughing and crying. “Oh my goodness, you deserve the fifteen minutes. Whew!” The girls continued bouncing, allowing the humiliation to settle in.

“Ok, time for another round…this time you need to hydrate!” 

Throughout the game, they had to drink several more bottles of thick white liquid, Bethany noticing an interesting aftertaste. Almost chocolatey. Her stomach was starting to gurgle the longer they sat in the bouncers. She didn’t know if the other two noticed the same thing, with Becky continuing to bounce to relieve herself of the itching and…Stephanie surprisingly stopped bouncing after the first hour.

The rounds continued for what seemed like forever, drawing them closer and closer to the fateful, final bell. Tiffany had the three girls debase themselves further by answering how much they enjoyed wearing puffy diapers (a question Bethany grumpily didn’t get to partake in). Bethany soon realized the other two were too focused on their shame to lie successfully. Stephanie said she adored diapers but added five minutes to the timer once Tiffany pointed out that buttering Mommy up still counted as lying. A double dose of embarrassment for Steph.

There was even a contest to get to 60 bounces in under a minute, while smiling, to knock off a huge chunk of time. If any of them failed, they lost more time. It truly was an all-or-nothing game. In all, Tiffany seemed to be achieving her goal: Humiliating the three cheerleaders and gathering enough evidence to keep them controlled for the foreseeable future. Every question or game was presented in a way that made them seem willing to answer or take part in. Bethany was falling in love.

The three came dangerously close to adding too much time to their timers every time Bethany was asked a question. “What’s your favorite color Bethany?” “B-blue, I mean yellow, I mean pink!”

She hid her smile behind her pacifier and padded mittens, avoiding the looks of annoyance and fury on Stephanie and Becky’s faces. “Oooh, such an easy question but it sounds like the baby is nervous. Adding five minutes and another activity! Time to cheer a chant about…how much you like filling your diapers!”

Bethany felt like she was light-headed after the cheer. Was her constant flush and blush doing that to her?!? She didn’t want this to end!

“Ok babies! There’s about twenty minutes left until the bell. You’ve come so far! Knocking off lots of playtime…adding a lot of it,” she grinned at the three. Becky glared at Bethany, who lost them the most time so far. “So, I’m going to finish off our game with a few final questions and requests…”

First, Tiffany turned to Becky and pulled out a blue phone, “To knock off five minutes…first, what’s your password?” The girl in the blue onesie breathed out her nose, trying to puff herself up…before deflating and sharing her passcode. “Thanks! Ok, now that we’re in, lemme just fiddle with a few things…now! Let’s take a selfie together!” Becky’s eyes and mouth opened in surprise as Tiffany posed in front of her, the flash going off. 

“Ooohh, this is super cute! Lemme just text it to myself…and done! You have my number now. So, whenever I text, you respond. If I say dance, you answer back ‘to what song’? Got it?” Tiffany got up close to Becky’s face, within punching territory. Bethany watched as the e-girl failed to flinch in the face of the towering, angry girl…before Becky simply nodded in defeat.

“Good girl! Oh, I saved my number under ‘Mommy’, ok? Your first instructions are to knock off the bullying. Ok? Awesome! That’s the round, you reduced the timer by five whole minutes! You three are getting so close to release. But still far off! Now for Stephanie…”

Tiffany walked over to the girl, who was on Bethany’s left. She pulled out a yellow phone. “Same start, passcode!” Tiffany fiddled with Stephanie’s phone as well, before taking a selfie and texting herself. “Now, for Miss Poopypants…the question is…why did you call Luis a big baby?”

Stephanie frowned, swinging her feet as though trying to deflect the question. “Umm…I don’t know…I thought it’d be funny…We’re- I’m always trying to find something to do to entertain myself. The sorority socials I have to attend are so boring most of the time…I get bullied sometimes there. One time the sorority sisters there made fun of me being in pageants…so they stuffed me into one of the lower-division pageant girls’ dresses and made me sing lullabies. N-not that what I did was ok or anything! I-I’m sorry…” Stephanie looked like she was truly going to cry as she confessed. Tiffany almost faltered before smiling sweetly. 

“Well, I’m glad you realize your mistake and own up to it. But, if you ever bully him again…realize that I’ll sign you up for the toddler’s pageant track myself. Hear me missy?” Tiffany held Steph’s chin as she sobbed silently. She nodded.

“Good girl, now for Bethany…” Tiffany took slow, steady steps towards the last girl. Bethany looked right into her eyes, trying to display fear rather than excitement. The pink and white phone was pulled off the tripod, already unlocked. Tiffany turned and smirked, as she posed with her hands in a peace-sign. 

Suddenly, Bethany couldn’t decide whether she wanted the humiliation or not. It was like a moment of doubt amidst a misty cloud of enjoyment, something that always kept her from truly moving forward with her fantasies. Tiffany caught her in the perfect moment, between desire and regret. 

Then it was over. Tiffany was in her face, smiling. Bethany could almost smell her perfume…it was intoxicating. “Bethany…why did you call Luis a little bitch?” The smile was gone. She was scowling. Bethany was confused. 

“W-what? I-I-I n-never called him- I would never call L-Luis a b-b-b-“ Bethany stuttered, sweating profusely now. She’d never call anyone that…why would Tiffany think that?!

“Hmph. That’s a lie, you little diaper lov-“ Tiffany was furious, about to name and shame Bethany…before the other two interrupted her.

“Hey! She’s not lying! Bethany…” Tiffany turned to glare at Becky, who was speaking, her hand over the stopwatch. She eyed the device with careful respect. “…Bethany would never call someone…that. She can’t even say it out loud. She says ‘b-word’ instead. Like, literally just ‘b-word’.” Tiffany faltered again. She looked legitimately stunned at this news. She was caught off guard.

“Y-yeah! Beth’s parents are like, super strict! We can never get her to stay out late with us because of them. Even though we’re in college! We even had to train her to say butthole out loud!” Stephanie spoke, trying to defend her fellow cheerleader. Tiffany looked at all three of them in turn before settling on Bethany. She eyed Bethany with suspicion. 

“Is that true?” she asked Bethany. For the first time today, Bethany felt embarrassment not mixed with enjoyment, but simple dumb shame. 

“Y-yes…my parents don’t let me cuss…so…yeah, I say ‘b-word’…I know it’s dumb! B-but I wouldn’t even call Luis that! H-he’s too nice, I-I think he’d be…he’d probably be f-fun to hang out with…” Bethany paused as Tiffany stared into her eyes. It was like her soul was being judged. Tiffany was the goddess that would decide her fate.

“If I were to say that if someone told me otherwise…if I asked them and they still said you called them that…would you change your answer? Knowing that I would add the full two hours back to your timer…and wheel you out in front of the entire stadium at the playoff game?” Tiffany’s face was straight, showing off no emotion. Bethany could tell she was being serious. In her moment of clarity, she couldn’t lie about this. She eyed the other two, who both gulped.

“I-I wouldn’t change my answer. I’d never call him that…everything else I’m sorry for. But I’d never do that! I know the other things are…mean. But calling someone t-that…it’s just not nice!” Bethany said the last word with emphasis. She wanted to be clear about this. She could barely stand when others said the word.

Tiffany and the other two were silent for a minute. Steph and Becks held their breath, the only sound being that of their harnesses squeaking or futile scratching. Bethany just stared into the purple-haired girl’s eyes, trying to prove how truthful she was being. Tiffany sighed. The timer was ticking closer and closer to the end…

“Well, it sounds like I was wrong about that…” Tiffany seemed sincerely apologetic, to the relief of the three. “So, I’m going to give you a different question. A final one, to take all your time off and then you’re released…” Becky and Stephanie held their breath as Tiffany leaned in close, quietly murmuring the question in Bethany’s ear. They all knew the bell was drawing close.

“You like this…don’t you?” Bethany froze. Her brain was working overtime. Today was truly a dream come true. It was everything she’d ever fantasized about. 

She nodded, the other two girls trying to lean in from their bouncers, unable to hear. Tiffany smirked.

“Say it to me.” Tiffany whispered into her ear.

“I-I…I love this.” Bethany whispered back. 

Tiffany grinned as she replied almost salaciously, “Good, I do too. Now be a good girl and keep those two in check…or else I won’t post this picture online.” She pressed a button and dropped them all on their asses. They had minutes until the bell rang again.

The window was finally pried open after what seemed like an eternity of attempts. All three cheerleaders threw themselves through the opening, getting themselves stuck. They argued, pushing each other in an attempt to reach the sanctuary of Becky’s home. Their diapered butts were hanging outside, a reminder that they were yet home free.

Eventually, someone pushed harder than the others, falling on the carpeted floor. Stephanie gave a sigh of relief, right before Becky’s huge butt flew at her face, blinding her. Then came Bethany, body slamming both girls as she fell inside. 

They argued and struggled some more before pulling themselves up, Bethany closing the window, while Stephanie and Becky fought over a set of keys. 

Bethany’s mind was reeling, as the last half hour had been a wild ride. After being released, Tiffany warned them of the time left before the bell rang. Probably to keep Becky in tow as she moved to fight the e-girl. When pressed for the keys to their prisons, she simply giggled and informed them that she’d already had those keys delivered to Becky’s house…who happened to live the furthest away from school.

So, the three waddled their way through school as fast as they could, blushing red with embarrassment and the chastisement they’d received. Bethany was still trying to relieve the itching in her diaper, while holding her stomach, the gurgling getting worse. 

She could have stopped…let herself get caught up in the wave of college students exiting their classes…allow herself to experience a double whammy of Tiffany’s torment and jeering from the students. But the other two pulled on her hands, guiding her outside.

Once they were outside, they rushed to Becky’s car…only to realize her keys were locked away as well. So, they journeyed through their town, hiding behind bushes, trees, and anything else they could find. It was the most terrifying and exhilarating stealth game ever played.

At one point, someone drove past them, slowing down to give them an eyeful. “Haha, just uh, practicing for initiation in a year! Can’t wait to join a new sorority!” laughed a nervous Stephanie, as the woman smirked at the sight of “Miss Poopypants” and drove away. “Ooh, I hope she didn’t recognize me from the pageant circuit…”

But eventually they’d made it home…only to find Becky’s house locked. Once again, all her belongings were back in the locker room. But at the very least, the keys Tiffany promised were in her mailbox. “Someone must have delivered them for her…” thought Bethany.

So, they climbed the side of Becky’s house, hoping no one would see a trio of diapered girls in matching onesies and call the cops or something. Luckily, Becky’s room was on the first floor. Relying on her loose window, which she used regularly, they’d finally gotten to a safe place.

“Unlock me first ‘Miss Poopypants’! I have to go and this itches so badly!” cried out Becky.

“No! Unlock me first, you ‘Temperamental Toddler’! My- urgh, stomach hurts so bad…I don’t want to…urgh, do that! It’s already bad enough they’re…” Stephanie looked up in embarrassment, realizing what she said too late.

“What do you mean, you’re already-?! Steph, did you-?!” Becky looked disgusted.

“Y-yeah- Hey! Tiffany said we had to get liquid on the powder a-and-! Now, unlock me and urgh-“ Stephanie’s face scrunched up as she grabbed Becky’s mitted hands. She was squatting down, trying her hardest to hold on. “N-no, no, no! Becky helppppp-“

Becky looked like she was in pain as well, squatting as well, holding onto Stephanie’s hands and dropping the keys. “Nooooooo!” she wailed. “I c-can’t hold on- That- Had something in it, urgh- Mmmmm- TIFFANY BROWN! We’ll going to make you PAY FOR THIS!”

“AND YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND TOO- URGH!” cried out Stephanie.

Bethany watched her two friends cry in desperation, as she too grabbed her stomach. Looking away, into Becky’s mirror, all she could do was smile, red-faced at her reflection. She was in pure ecstasy. She opened her phone and reveled in the glory that was the photo Tiffany had sent herself. It would forever be a reminder that Bethany lived for shame.