There were enough people about for her to go unnoticed, but Carli still felt paranoid. “Act like you belong,” she told herself under her breath as she walked briskly towards the backyard. Of course, as someone who was never invited to parties, she wasn’t totally sure how the cool kids acted. Judging by her classmates that she could see hanging out behind Monique’s mansion, all she had to do was be loud and obnoxious.
She needn’t have worried. Carli was just as invisible to her peers at Monique’s graduation party as she had been in high school. The sight of Brett Jenson shirtless in the pool distracted her to the point where she didn’t see Chad Lucca running at her, two red solo cups overflowing with frothy beer. The star of the football team plowed through the small girl like she was nothing, spilling beer all over her.
“Whoops!” he shouted before draining the remaining liquid in both cups and crushing them, dropping them on the ground next to the prone Carli. “Kenny, grab two more!” he shouted and then ran off.
“Asshole,” Carli muttered, sitting up slowly. No one cared that their Valedictorian had been knocked on her ass by the dumb jock who shouldn’t have even been allowed to graduate. No one noticed that one of the only people who hadn’t been invited to Monique’s huge bash of a graduation party had snuck in. Even when she pulled off her beer soaked sweatshirt, her white crop top wet and sticking to her, not when the cheerleaders and volleyball team were in the pool in their skimpy bikinis.
She was so glad to be done with high school and never see any of these jerks again. All except one. Where was Brandy hiding?
Rage filled her again as she thought of her best friend, who had spent the last two months ignoring and avoiding her. Well she was more than welcome to go the rest of her life avoiding Carli, but not until she gave her a real, honest to god explanation as to what Carli could have possibly done to her.
Carli climbed back to her feet, wrinkling her nose in disgust at her ruined shirt. It didn’t matter; no one was paying attention to her anyways. It was just one more reason to find Brandy and confront her before getting out of there as quickly as she could. Wrapping her sweatshirt around her waist, she made her way inside.
It was even louder inside, pop music blaring while dozens of her freshly graduated former classmates danced and partied. She caught the unmistakable smell of pot over the bitter aroma of beer that filled the kitchen, even stronger than the smell coming from her clothes. She spotted four huge kegs in buckets of ice against the counter and wondered briefly is Monique’s parents were aware of all the underage drinking going on in their home, or if they even cared. Surely not.
She squeezed her way to the sink with the intention of cleaning herself up, only to recoil in disgust when she saw that someone had vomited in the sink. “Animals,” she muttered under breath as she skirted around the rowdy teens to wade deeper into the party. Her closest experience with such parties was TV and movies, and even those glamorized depictions didn’t appeal to her. This was far worse, her former classmates even more despicable than she’d ever seen them at school, stumbling around drunkenly, sloppily making out with each other in every corner, making complete asses of themselves. This was not her scene.
And it wasn’t Brandy’s scene either. Carli didn’t get it. She wasn’t friends with these degenerates. Even when Carli saw her old friend at school, Brandy was only ever hanging out with Monique and Tommy. And those two were back together, so it wasn’t even like Brandy’s little crush on him had paid off.
Carli went from room to room, sticking to the fringes, looking at everyone while no one looked at her. Brandy was nowhere to be found.
“What are you doing at my party?”
Carli froze. Everyone in the room turned to her, paying attention to her for the first time, well, ever. That morning when she had stood on stage in her cap and gown as their Valedictorian they had ignored her, but now that Monique, they’re queen, had addressed her, they paid attention. She turned slowly to face Monique.
The party’s hostess stood in the doorframe, hands on hips. She wore a designer dress that would have looked more appropriate for a red carpet than a high school graduation party. She tapped one foot impatiently, her strappy, four-inch heels clicking on the hardwood.
“I’m looking for Brandy.” There was no point in being coy.
“You didn’t get the message this morning? She said she doesn’t want to see you anymore.”
Carli bristled. “No, Monique. I didn’t get the message. In fact, she said ‘I was better off without her,’ which is not true. I just want to talk to her, and then I’ll leave your stupid party.”
“Maybe she’s better off without you, and is just too nice and didn’t want to hurt your feelings. She’s got better friends now.”
“Like you?” Carli asked, sneering with disdain.
“You think you’re so much better than everyone else.”
“Says the most self important person I’ve ever met. And as Valedictorian, Latin for literally the best, you know what, I am objectively better than you.”
The crowd snickered. Monique rolled her eyes. Carli felt flustered, the line hadn’t had the intended effect, but she was sick of Monique’s bullshit, and she stood her ground.
“I want you out of my house. I didn’t invite you and I don’t want you here.”
“Where’s Brandy?”
“Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Or what? You’ll call the cops, with all this alcohol here?”
Monique crossed her arms across her chest, and two giants from the football team stood up, approaching the smaller girl. Carli realized her mistake immediately and took a few steps back. “Fine, I’m going.” They followed her to the front door, making sure she got out. She looked back, considering saying something snarky, but it wasn’t worth it. She’d likely never have to see them again, and if she did, they’d be serving her McDonalds.
By the time she’d made it across the street to her car and looked back, they’d already gone back inside. “You know what, screw this.” She dropped her keys back in her purse and turned around, heading back to Monique’s house.
She took the same route as the first time, following the tree line along the edge of the property. No one had noticed her come in through the back yard the first time, but she’d already drawn attention to herself, and she wasn’t quite willing to risk getting thrown out again. Besides, she’d already searched most if not all of the main floor. Carli’s gaze fixated on an open window on the second floor.
Carli’s interest in gymnastics had waned when studies became her primary focus, but she still had fairly good core strength. It was very little effort for the girl to scale up the lattice siding and up onto the roof. She flattened herself on the tile roofing when she realized how visible she was from the pool, but the sun was setting and the buzzed party goers weren’t looking at the roof as she scooted her way to the open window and shimmied inside.
She was in a bedroom, a guest room if she had to guess. It seemed too, bland, to be Monique’s room, and despite its considerable size, she imagined the spoiled princess Monique in a much larger bedroom. And probably more pink. Carli noted the sheets were undone, and she shuddered as she imagined her former classmates had come up here to have sex during the party. Classless animals, she thought to herself again as she eased the door open and peered outside.
The thumping music from downstairs swelled, but the hallway was empty. Keeping low, Carli slipped out, creeping down the hall until she could see the stairs. A quick peek over the banister and she could see the tops of dozens of heads, milling about, dancing, drinking. Crouching lower, Carli turned and slunk back the way she came, pressing her ear up against the door across the hall from the room she had come in. Carli pressed her ear harder up to the wall, plugging her other ear with her finger while she listened. It was hard to tell over the bass of the music blaring from downstairs, but she thought she could make out something, a faint humming from the other side of the door. Carli glanced around, and then pulled the bobby pins out of her hair. One at a time she put them in her mouth, bending them into the right shapes. She was a smart girl, with many skills. And an early love of sleuths and sleuthing. Raised on Nancy Drew, she’d graduated to the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Agatha Christy. She never thought she’d actually use the skills she’d put hours and hours of time into perfecting, having bought a clear lock to practice on. But in her search to find her friend, she didn’t hesitate, dropping to her knees in front of the knob and inserting her impromptu tools into the keyhole and going to work. A little bit of pressure from the bottom, a little jiggle to the left, a jerk to the right, a subtle twist upwards. Click. Pull the top bobby pin back, find the right tumbler, another little jiggle, another small moment. Click. She tuned out the noise of the party and let the faint hum from the other side of the door fade into the background noise, training her ear for only that one sound she wanted to hear. Click. A faint smile twisted the corners of her mouth upwards before her tongue flicked out, running along her lower lip as she sunk deeper into concentration on the task at hand. Another jiggle. Another twist. She cocked her head to the door to better listen, catching the blur of movement behind her.
Lock picking was, delicate, slow work. It was an exercise in patience, and a good exercise in self-control, forcing herself to slow down. It was like a meditative state. Carli didn’t have time to react, her fingers still twisting the bobby pins in the lock when the figure was on top of her. She just barely registered his face, clocking that it was Tommy, Monique’s boyfriend and the other person Brandy had been spending all her time with. And then he was on her, grabbing her, wrapping his arm around her body, his hand over her mouth. Her delayed scream had only barely died in his palm when he yanked her across the hall, sweeping her up off of her knees, and the door slammed shut behind them. When he’d pressed his hand over her mouth, he’d held something sticky, leaving her lips sealed shut.
“MmmMmmbblmm!”
The sudden shock brought her right back to her normal, always thinking, ready to react state. But by then it was too late. She was already seated in the chair in the corner of the room. Her hands were already behind her back, bound in sticky tape. By the time she tried planting her feet on the ground and standing up, he was ready, forcing both of her legs against the front legs of the chair and taping them there.
“Monique told you to go home,” Tommy said, standing up in front of her.
“Hmmm nnnng hnnnf!” Carli pulled against her restraints. They had been hastily applied, but that made them no less effective in holding her slight form to the chair.
“You should have listened to her.”
Carli blew as hard as she could, stretching and working her jaw. The edge of the tape ripped free from her mouth, and she poked her tongue at it, widening the gap. “Pllbbb! Let me go and I’ll leave.”
She winced as he grabbed the free end of the tape and painfully yanked it the rest of the way off. “Why, so you can climb in another window?”
“Are you going to keep me tied up here then? So you can what, invite your buddies up here, take turns with the helpless girl?” she sneered, her contempt masking her growing genuine concern for her safety. The tape was really tight. She’d been able to climb up to the second story with relative ease, but breaking free of the tape was not looking like it was going to happen.
Tommy just shook his head. “I’m not inviting anyone up here.”
“Saving me all for yourself?”
Tommy rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to leave you up here so you don’t try to ruin Monique’s party again.”
“And then what? You can’t leave me here forever. I’ll tell everyone how you attacked me, tied me up.” Her eyes narrowed.
“Dozens of people witnessed Monique asking you to leave her house. And then you climbed in a window. On the second floor. And I caught you trying to pick her lock. How do you plan to explain that?”
“Who’s to say I ever made it out of the house before you grabbed me?” She smiled. She had him. God bless the Me Too movement.
“Have you seen this house? You don’t think their security cameras caught you climbing up the side of the house?”
Carli froze, mouth open mid snarky retort. “They’d have to look at all the footage of underage drinking and all the other things that have been going on at this party.” She looked at the bed, the disheveled sheets.
“You think Monique’s parents give a crap about that? They don’t, but they will care about someone trying to break into their house. So will everyone else, including Yale,” he added, just as good at the barely veiled threat to her reputation as she was.
Carli scowled, her brain scrambling to come up with a defense. She couldn’t get kicked out of college for this.
“Just stay out of the trouble for the rest of the night.” He picked up the tape, stretching out a fresh strip with a tearing sound.
“Wait! Just tell me if Brannpmmyy mmm hmm!” he cut her off, pressing the tape over her mouth and wrapping it swiftly around her head, three times.
He ripped the tape free of the roll and smoothed it over her cheek before heading for the door. He paused, looking over his shoulder. “I thought you were supposed to be smart,” he said, shaking his head.
“Mmmmmph!” she screamed back. Even with the door open, her shriek couldn’t carry over the beat of the music blasting from downstairs. She could probably have screamed her head off without the tape and no one would have heard. And if they did, then what? She couldn’t think of one person at this party that she’d want to find and help her. Any one person that she’d seen anyways. She’d run into both Monique and Tommy now, and those two seemed like the only people Brandy ever hung out with anymore. If they were both here, Brandy had to be there too. Fixated again on finding Brandy before Brandy found her like this, Carli set about trying to get free.
It was every bit a staple of the genre as picking locks. Inevitably, the snooping girl detective always got caught. How many times had she read about Nancy Drew getting caught by the bad guys? How often did the girls in the Babysitter’s Club get into scrapes? Daphne Blake was famous for it. As a girl she’d often harangued her neighbors into playing detective and cops and robbers with her, and she was always able to get free when they tied her up, often to find that they just left her to go play something else without her, but still, she’d always escaped. She could do it again. All she had to do was work slowly, be patient, and not get into her head.
Carli’s frustration rose as her efforts to get free continued to fail. No matter what she did, the tape wouldn’t budge. As the minutes ticked by, she realized she might not actually escape. Genuine fear crept up from the dark recesses of her mind. There was no telling what a bunch of guys might do to a helpless girl. She wasn’t some plucky detective, just as they weren’t bumbling criminals trying to hide something. Best case scenario they just let her go when the party was over and kicked her out. But there were a lot of outcomes far less pleasant playing through her mind as she struggled with growing desperation.
Finally the music from downstairs stopped. Carli sat up straight, having slumped in her bonds, long since having given up on breaking free. She considered screaming, trying to attract attention, but there was no point. She waited, helpless to do anything else.
Outside she could hear the dull murmur of conversation, and cars starting up as people left. The party was over, and very soon she’d have to deal with whatever they had in store for her.
Carli caught herself wishing it would be Tommy that came to get her. Maybe he’d bring friends, maybe he’d be alone, but for a brief moment that seemed preferable than facing Monique. Having to apologize to that smug bitch for breaking into her house, Carli didn’t think she was capable of that.
The last car left, the sounds of the party having completely subsided, making her aware of every creak the chair made, the sounds of her breathing through her nose.
Carli’s pulse quickened when she heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door. The faint click of a key turning in the lock preceded the handle slowly turning. She found herself holding her breath as the door eased open.
Monique stood in the doorframe, casually appraising the intruder tied to a chair in front of her. “For someone who wants everyone to think she’s so smart, you really do some dumb stuff.”
Carli didn’t take the bait, refusing to humiliate herself by trying to refute that with her mouth taped shut. She glared at Monique silently, letting the stuck up bitch have her moment. When Monique approached her and reached for the tape gag, it took everything Carli had to resist jerking her head away. She kept her head still, biting back the yelp of pain as the sticky tape was ripped free from her lips.
“So why were you breaking into my house?” Monique asked, taking a step back.
“I already told you. I was looking for Brandy.”
“Do you think I have her stashed away somewhere?”
“You might. Your gorilla of a boyfriend tied me up and locked me in a room. Who’s to say you haven’t done the same thing with Brandy?”
Monique laughed. “We rather like Brandy, and she likes us. Clearly you didn’t believe it coming from her; you’re not going to believe anything I tell you. What’s it going to take for you to give this up and move on with your life?”
“I told you, I just want to talk to her. If she’s fine and really done being my friend, I’ll go, I won’t even tell anyone about how Tommy assaulted me and kept me here against my will.”
Monique walked right up to her, leaning in so their faces were inches apart. “See, now, it’s me who doesn’t believe you.”
“I promise. We don’t ever have to see each other again. I’ll go and we can forget about everything. I just want to talk to her.”
“That’s up to her,” Monique said. “For now, I like you better when you’re quiet.” She grabbed the roll of tape and stretched out a fresh length.
“Don’t you darmmmphh!” Carli was silenced as Monique slammed the tape over her mouth, swiftly wrapping it around her head. Carli didn’t care this time; she’d been gagged three times now and she started screaming and yelling at the top of her lungs, shaking her head back and forth, making it as difficult for Monique as possible. “Yummmphh phhhmmmkkknnnggg bbbmmmmchhh!”
Monique slapped her across the face hard. Carli shut up immediately, staring wide eyed at the other girl.
“Shhhh,” Monique whispered, putting her fingers to her lips. “You’ve said enough. Now just shut up and watch.”
She walked around behind the helpless girl. Carli craned her neck to watch, quietly moaning in curiosity. She squealed as her chair tipped backwards, flailing her legs and trying to right herself. She didn’t tip though; Monique dragged her backwards, pulling her into the closet.
Monique sauntered around in front of the helpless Valedictorian. She leaned in close, their noses touching. “Remember, you wanted this.”
Carli wanted to tell her that no, she hadn’t wanted this, she wasn’t even sure what this was anymore, but Monique had already turned around, shutting the closet door behind her. The door had angled wooden slats, and from her sitting position, she could see out into the room from about her eye level downwards. Monique from about her shoulders down was visible, her face blocked as she crossed the room and opened the door to the hall.
“Come here, I want to see you.”
Carli watched with baited breath. Monique stepped back into the room, her back to the closet and the girl trapped within. Another figure appeared in the open doorway. Absurdly steep heels stepped into view, at the end of two distinctly female legs, clad in sheer black stockings. An inch of pale thigh was visible between the tops of the stocking and the hem of a short, black French maid uniform. Carli craned her neck, trying to see higher as the figure got more obscured. A trash bag was held in one hand, a roll of paper towels tucked under the arm. Carli stretched her neck as much as she could, but the face was entirely blocked.
“Yes, Mommy?”
Mommy? Surely Carli had misheard. The voice sounded like Brandy, but she couldn’t be sure.
“You can put that down.”
“Thank you. I’ve already cleaned the living room.”
Carli tilted her head to the side, holding her breath as she listened. It was definitely Brandy, but her voice was higher pitched. Was she Monique’s maid or something?
“I’m sure you’ve done a great job. But the rest of the house can wait for now. Did you have fun tonight?”
“I did!”
“Were you a good girl?”
“I was.”
“Show me.”
Carli leaned forward, her curiosity mounting. What the hell were they talking about? She watched as her friend slowly lifted the hem of her dress. Carli squinted, silently cursing the slats obscuring her view. She caught a flash of pink and white before Monique stepped in front of Brandy, blocking Carli’s view.
“I couldn’t have done anything even if I wanted to,” Brandy said.
“I know. But you wanted to, didn’t you?”
“No…”
Carli wanted to scream through her gag for Monique to move, but she wasn’t ready to reveal herself to Brandy yet. Her curiosity was well and truly piqued, and she wanted more than ever to know what the hell was going on.
“Baby girl?” Monique asked.
There was a long pause, before Brandy responded. “Yes Mommy. I’ve been so needy. But I’ve been a good girl, I promise!”
“Would you like a reward?”
“Oh please, Mommy!”
Carli couldn’t believe her ears. What was happening? This wasn’t the Brandy she knew. The normally reserved, quiet girl sounded so bubbly and vapid. Maybe it wasn’t her. Carli wished she could see her face. She squinted, raising and lowering her head, trying to get a better view through the narrow gaps. As she watched, Monique stepped back, and what looked like a pink leather harness dropped to the floor between the French maid who may or may not have been her best friend’s legs. The girl stepped out of the contraption, and Carli’s eyes followed back up her legs, widening in surprise when they arrived at what was under the short dress.
No.
It couldn’t be.
There was no way.
Was she wearing a diaper?
“You’re very wet,” Monique said as her hand cupped the swollen crotch of what could only be a big, puffy, white diaper.
“Mmhmm. I need to be changed.”
“Soon. You won’t leak just yet, baby girl.”
What in the hell was she being forced to watch? Carli wanted to struggle again, to cry out through her gag to get their attention, but she couldn’t, she was too riveted to the scene unfolding before her.
“You need a spanking,” Monique said.
“But I’ve been a good girl!” the girl protested, for the first time actually sounding almost unhappy about her situation, consider she’d been dressed up in a slutty maid costume and wearing a wet diaper and chastity belt.
“I know you have, but sometimes even good girls need maintenance spankings.”
“Maintenance spankings?” the girl echoed Carli’s thoughts. What in the world was happening?
“Daddy’s going to give you a spanking, to remind you what happens when you’re naughty, to help you be a good girl for us.”
Carli’s eyes caught the hint of movement and flicked to the door, to see another figure step in. She could see even less of the newcomer, taller than the other two, and masculine. She knew it had to be Tommy before he spoke. Of course he was part of whatever this was; he’d caught her and tied her to the chair in the first place.
“Come here, baby girl.”
“Daddy, I’ll be good! I don’t need a spanking!”
Carli watched, leaning forward as much as her bonds would allow, as Tommy grabbed the girl and pulled her to the edge of the bed, closer to the closet. She was poised to call out, but she kept quiet, trying to catch a glimpse of the girl’s face. She could see Tommy’s chin, making out his distinguished jaw line as he sat down on the edge of the bed. The girl spun around, flashing Carli a good look at her diapered bottom under the short dress of the maid uniform as she was pulled down over his lap. Up close, even through the slats, there was no mistaking it for anything other than what it was. It wasn’t like the incontinence underwear her grandmother wore, thin things designed to be discrete and mimic real underwear as much as possible. No, this was thick, babyish, and very clearly wet, a faint discoloration at the bottom of the sagging garment. Carli jumped, letting out a startled scream in spite of herself as Tommy’s hand suddenly came down on the diaper with a loud clap, but her muted cry was nothing compared to the yelp coming from the girl over his lap.
“What are you crying for, baby girl?” he asked, still spanking her.
“It— It hurts!”
“It’s supposed to,” he told her.
“I bet she can barely feel it through that thick diaper,” Monique chimed in, standing over her. “Can you, baby girl?”
“I— I can feel— feel it!” she said between yelps.
“Not enough.”
“No! Please!” she squealed as they grabbed the back of her diaper, tugging it down. Carli was treated to a full view of the girl’s butt, her round cheeks already red. Something glittered between her cheeks, and Carli leaned forward squinting. It looked like—
SMACK
The bound girl jumped and squealed again when Tommy struck the girl’s unprotected backside, and again it was nothing compared to the shriek of pain from the girl. Her legs curled back and she brought her hand back to protect herself, but Tommy grabbed her wrists, pinning them down on her lower back. She wiggled and flailed as he struck her again, giving Carli glimpses of the thing stuck inside her. Carli’s eyes widened as she realized it was the rhinestone base of a buttplug. Her mind reeled. What sort of perverted debauchery was she witnessing?
The girl’s screams turned into high-pitched yelps and then incoherent, blubbering wails as Tommy turned her butt from pink to red to crimson. Finally the spanking stopped, Tommy gently rubbing her bruised bottom while she sobbed quietly. “Good girl, you took your spanking so well.”
Monique pulled the girl to her feet, her back still to Carli, where she stood on shaking legs while Monique pulled her diaper back up. “Thank Daddy for spanking you.”
No. There was no way Brandy or whoever this girl was would ever thank someone for such abuse. There had to be a line. She started to feel vindicated when the girl didn’t say anything, but then she knelt down to her knees. Carli could see the back of her head, her hair pulled into high pigtails on either side of her head. She willed the girl not to do it, to have some self-respect. Her head blocked what she was doing, but Carli could hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper. The girl’s head started to slowly bob forward and back, her pigtails swinging along. And then the noises. The slurping, the sucking, the gagging. Carli’s skin crawled. She idea of going down on a guy, of putting his penis in her mouth was revolting, and something she never understood why any self respecting girl would do. The girl in front of her, performing that, act, couldn’t be her best friend. She may have sounded like Brandy, before she started making those awful sounds anyways. Her hair may have been the same color as Brandy’s, even if that hair was done up in childish pigtails. But there was no way that was Brandy, on her knees, in a diaper and maid uniform, giving a blowjob to Monique’s boyfriend after he had just spanked her.
The girl coughed and spluttered. Tommy had grabbed her by the pigtails and was using them like handles, like she was an object, just a wet hole to fuck. He pulled her head back and reached under her chin, lifting her face. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said softly.
“For?”
“Thank you for spanking me.”
“You’re welcome. Thank your Mommy too.”
The girl turned her head to the side. Carli got a full glimpse of her profile. Her eyes and cheeks still wet from tears, her mouth slightly open, white, sticky fluid running down her chin. That mole on her cheek, that signature beauty mark, sealed the deal. It could be no one else. Had her mouth not have been taped shut, Carli’s jaw would have dropped. Doubly so when Brandy shuffled on her knees to face Monique, the other girl lifting up her dress and pulling her black thong down to her knees, baring her pussy. Carli watched, completely shocked, as Brandy let Monique guide her face between Monique’s legs. And then the licking sounds. Not as loud and garish as the sounds she’d made when Tommy’s dick was down her throat, but softer, wet lapping sounds accentuated by the occasional moan. Carli wanted to retch.
Monique moved to the bed, pulling Brandy with her. The popular girl lay down, her face coming into Carli’s view as she looked directly at the closet and kicked her panties at the door. Carli flinched, but couldn’t bring herself to look away, watching as her friend’s big, diapered butt rose prominently into view while she bent forward and buried her face between the legs of the girl she had called Mommy.
Carli and Monique locked eyes through the slats. Monique had told her to leave well enough alone and she hadn’t, and now Monique was making her watch while she and her boyfriend degraded her best friend. She didn’t know how Monique and Tommy had gotten Brandy to do it, but clearly they had to be coercing her somehow. It didn’t matter; she wasn’t going to put up with this. She was going to get out of there and take Brandy with her. She’d have both Monique and Tommy arrested for kidnapping and sexual assault. They’d pay for this.
She watched Monique’s toes curl in a quiet orgasm. Hours by now spent trapped in tape, but that sight gave her the energy to start struggling anew.
“Thank you, Mommy,” Brandy said.
“Good girl.” Monique got up and knelt by the closet door to pick up her discarded underwear. She glanced up, looking straight through the slats at Carli, a devious smile on her lips.
“Hmmmbllmmm!” Carli growled, straining against her bonds.
“What do we have here?” Monique asked.
“What’s that, Mommy?” There was an air of uncertainty for the first time in her voice.
Monique slowly opened the closet door, revealing Carli taped to a chair inside. Brandy’s jaw, still covered in spunk, dropped. “Carli!” The high-pitched, little girl voice was gone, now filled with panic. She seemed to suddenly realize what she was wearing, desperately pulling her skirt down to hide her diaper. She teetered on her feet, seemingly torn between rushing to help her friend and bolting for the door, having been caught in such a compromising position. “What are you doing here? Why is she tied up?”
“I caught her snooping,” Tommy said, grabbing Brandy by the shoulders, half calming her as he massaged her, half holding her in place.
“She showed up uninvited to my party,” Monique said. “She said she wouldn’t leave until she saw that you were happy.”
“She saw…” Carli could see the wheels turning in Brandy’s head, her eyes darting from Monique to Carli to the slatted door of the closet, then down to her outfit. All the things that her friend must have witnessed. She furiously wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“She’s a nosy little snoop,” Monique said. “She saw what she came here to see.”
“No!” Brandy’s voice was filled with panic. She looked back at Tommy beseechingly. He shrugged apologetically. “You can’t tell anyone!” she shouted at Carli.
“Hmmmph!” Carli screamed. Why wasn’t she trying to help her? She threw herself forward, the chair jumping a couple of inches.
Monique spun around and sat on Carli’s lap, pinning her down and stifling her attempts to struggle. “She might, though.” Brandy audibly gasped, her hands clasping nervously. “She came here, acting like she cares, but she just can’t stand the fact that her little underling found better friends than her.”
As if! Carli slammed her head forward, driving her head into Monique’s spine.
“Ow!” Monique jumped up. She turned around and dug her nails under Carli’s tape gag, brutally yanking it down.
“Fuck you!” Carli shouted the second her lips were free, the stinging pain in her face only fueling her rage. She looked at Brandy. “I don’t know what’s going on, but we’re getting out of here.”
“Carli, I— It’s not what it looks like!”
“What does it look like to you, Valedictorian? What does Little Miss Smarter-Than-Everyone think is happening here?” Monique asked.
Carli scowled at her. “You’ve forced Brandy into your perverted little sex games, against her will,” she spat at Monique. “Brandy, whatever they have over you, it’ll be okay.”
“Brandy, do you want to go?” Tommy asked her.
“Are we holding you against your will?” Monique asked.
“No Momm— Monique.”
“You’re holding ME against my will!” Carli struggled, demonstrating her bonds.
“Do you want to let her go?” Tommy asked Brandy.
“Send her off to tell everyone what she saw?” Monique added.
Brandy was frozen, like a deer in the headlights. “What is happening right now? Brandy, tell them to let me go.”
“You can’t tell anyone!” Brandy repeated, the urgency and panic rising in her voice.
They had to be blackmailing her. She’d deal with that later, for now she just had to get out of there with Brandy. “I won’t. I promise.”
“How good is her word, baby girl?” Monique asked. “She told me she was going to leave when I asked to her to, but she snuck back in.”
“She climbed up onto the roof like a cat burglar. I caught her trying to pick the lock to your Mommy’s room,” Tommy told her.
Brandy looked back and forth between them.
“What?! No!”
“Are you telling us that’s not what happened?” Monique asked.
Brandy looked at her. “Carli?”
“Alright, yes, I snuck in. I was worried about you. And for good reason, clearly!”
“Should we be worried about you?” Tommy asked.
“I, uh, no?”
“No, of course not.” Monique put her finger under Brandy’s chin, tilting her face up as she smiled down at her. “You’re a very good girl for Mommy and Daddy.”
A fresh blush spread across Brandy’s cheeks. “Thank you, Mommy,” she said meekly.
“We take good care of our baby girl, don’t we,” Tommy said.
“Yes Daddy.”
Carli couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “What the heck did they do to you, Brandy?”
Brandy’s eyes went wide. “Nu— nothing!” she stammered.
“We just want her to be happy,” Monique said, leaning in close to Carli. “And it’s going to be really hard for our baby girl to be happy if she’s worried about a nosy, bigmouthed brat like you telling everyone about what she does behind closed doors. This kind of thing could ruin her.”
Carli was horrified. The craned her neck to look around Monique at Brandy. “I wouldn’t tell anyone. Who would I even tell?”
“Hmmm, who would a vindictive bitch like you tell?” Monique put her pinky against the corner of her mouth, musing.
“As if! If anyone’s the vindictive bitch, it’s you!” Carli retorted.
“Who told Mrs. Jeweler’s entire class I had herpes when I had a cold sore?”
“First of all, cold sores are caused by a form of the herpes virus, and that was like, Freshman year!”
Monique rolled her eyes. “And when Skylar was out with mono, you couldn’t wait to tell everyone she got it from Brandon.”
“They were out at the same time, everyone already knew!”
Monique turned back to Brandy who was wringing her hands nervously in front of her and fretting with her skirt. “See, she just can’t wait to spread gossip and rumors about anyone she thinks is beneath her. And let’s face it, that’s pretty much everyone.” Monique stepped to the side, leaving the two other girls to face each other.
“Carli?” Brandy’s voice wavered.
“Brandy, I wouldn’t tell anyone about this!” That was a lie, she would absolutely tell the police and see that Monique and Tommy were arrested, and Brandy got the help she clearly needed. “Just let me go and I’ll leave and forget about this whole thing. We can all forget I was even here!”
Tommy kept massaging Brandy’s shoulders, leaning forward and whispering in her ear, “Do you believe her, baby girl?”
“I, uh…” she stammered.
“I don’t,” Monique said, “but if you do, we’ll trust you, Brandy. It’s your call. If you’re confident she won’t tell anyone how you’re our diapered baby slave, then we’ll let her go.”
Carli’s jaw dropped. “Do you not see how they’re manipulating you, Brandy? Wake up!”
Brandy looked from Carli to Monique to Tommy and then back to Monique.
“I know it’s a lot of responsibility for our little baby girl, to have to make such a big choice,” Monique said.
“What, what happens if, if I don’t?” she stammered. “You’re not going to hurt her, are you?”
“What!?!” Carli couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and she started struggling again, the chair she was bound to bouncing around.
“Hurt her?! Do you think that we’d hurt her, baby girl?” Monique asked, sounding genuinely shocked.
“No, of course not,” Brandy said quickly.
Monique walked up to Brandy and cupped her chin in her hand. “Do you trust us? Do you trust that your Daddy and I won’t let anything bad happen to you?”
Carli couldn’t see Brandy anymore behind Monique. She struggled harder, jerking hard against the tape holding her. She had to get free; it was like they’d brainwashed Brandy somehow, and she couldn’t depend on her for help, clearly.
“I do.”
“Then we’ll make sure our nosy little snoop doesn’t tell anyone your secret,” Monique said.
“How?”
“Let Mommy and Daddy worry about that,” Tommy said.
“She just needs some proper incentive,” Monique said. She looked back over her shoulder at the struggling Carli, flashing a smile. She looked like a hungry shark.
“Like what?” Brandy asked, peering past Monique and looking curiously at Carli.
“You’ll see. Right now it’s quiet time for baby girls. Let the grown ups take care of this.”
Carli watched, confused and alarmed as Tommy held up a pink ballgag and strapped it in Brandy’s mouth. The girl didn’t even protest or try to fight it, she just complacently opened her mouth for him to pop the pink sphere between her lips and then leaned her head forward for him to secure the strap behind her head. Brandy was clearly not going to be any help to her against their school’s power couple, but having her best friend voiceless in whatever they were planning to do to her made her much more anxious.
“I’m sorry I came to your party and broke in,” Carli blurted. “I’m sorry if you think I was mean to you or looked down on you!”
“See, in a real apology, you’d actually admit that you were mean, and you do look down on everyone else because you think you’re smarter than us,” Monique said, slowly advancing on her captive. “But I don’t mind. That takes a level of maturity that you just frankly don’t have. And that’s okay. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I have a bit of a thing for the immature.”
Carli gulped. Monique was right in front of her, leaning forward until her forehead was almost touching Carli’s. Monique was already a few inches taller than Carli, significantly more so in heels, and the Valedictorian couldn’t help but feel small sitting in a chair under the statuesque figure of objective beauty before her. “Go to hell,” Carli said, trying to sound braver than she felt.
Smiling, Monique reached into her purse and pulled out two objects, holding them up. “Baby girl, I hope you don’t mind lending your little friend one of your pacifiers. She needs a little help being quiet when the grown ups are speaking.” She twirled the enormous white pacifier around her finger by its ring before deftly catching it, holding the massive rubber teat up for Carli to see while she undid the cap of the second item in her other hand. “This will ruin it, but I’ll buy you a new one, how’s that sound, baby girl?” she asked Brandy as she started applying the superglue to the inside of the shield.
“Mmhmmph,” Brandy garbled into her ballgag, watching as intently as Carli was.
“You, you can’t glue that in my mouth!”
“I can and will,” Monique said, grabbing Carli by the cheeks with one hand and aiming the bulb of the pacifier with the other. Carli tried to clamp her mouth shut, clenching her teeth, but Monique’s fingers dug into her jaws, her long, perfectly manicured nails digging in painfully until Carli was forced to open her mouth, only a little, but enough for the stronger girl to push the nipple through. Cold, sticky wetness smeared all around Carli’s mouth, and Monique held the pacifier in place as the pacified girl tried to jerk her head back, gripping her head in her hands, their noses touching as Monique gently blew on rapidly drying adhesive. “Shhhhh. You’re done talking,” she whispered.
“Oooo cmmphh ooo ipph!” Carli tried to scream, horrified at how effectively she’d been rendered mute by a simple binky. The pacifier was so big, filling her mouth and depressing her tongue, and as the glue dried, her mouth was sealed shut.
“That’s better,” Monique cooed, stepping back once the glue had dried. She watched with amusement as the snoop tried in vain to spit out her gag. “Look at the mess you’ve made of yourself,” she chided, looking down at Carli’s shirt, still damp and stained with beer from earlier. “What kind of babysitter would I be if I let you run around with wet clothes?”
Carli shook her head, moaning into her pacifier. She looked helplessly across the room to her friend, but Brandy was just watching, enraptured in what the girl she called Mommy was doing, literally drooling over it.
“Be still,” Monique cautioned her, taking out a nail file and using it to carefully saw through the tape holding her to the chair. Carli had no intention of doing that; the moment she was free she lunged forward, standing up and trying to make a break for it, but Tommy was prepared for her. He easily caught her, the football quarterback easily containing the Valedictorian, grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked her, forcing her to stand up on her toes.
“Mmmmphhh!”
“Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” Monique untied Carli’s sweatshirt from around her waist, letting it fall to the ground. She then grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it slowly up over her head, Carli’s writhing and wriggling doing nothing to deter her. “For someone who acts like she doesn’t care what people think about her, you’re wearing a very padded bra,” Monique noted.
Carli’s cheeks flushed with shame above her pacifier. She tried instinctively to cover herself when Tommy let her wrists go to pull her shirt all the way off, but he easily grabbed them again, pulling them back out of the way.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Monique cooed. “We won’t tell anyone.” She reached around Carli, leaning in close while she unfastened her bra. “But that’s the least of your worries,” she whispered in her ear.
“Pbbbmmmphhh!” Carli wailed. Her struggles picked up as her bra joined her shirt on the floor. She tried to kick Monique, but the more athletic girl easily avoided her flailing legs as she pulled her pants down, taking her shoes and socks with them.
“Cute panties,” Monique complimented her pink and white underwear. “But they have to go too.” In one clean motion, she yanked her panties down and off completely.
Carli attempted a few more easily deflected kicks before she went limp, winded and panting through her nose, naked and defeated.
“Baby girl,” Tommy said to Brandy.
“Yepph appphyy,” she garbled around her ballgag.
“Be a doll and go grab one of your diapers for your little friend here.”
All three of them watched her, waiting to see if she would actively participate in her best friend’s humiliation. So far she’d watched on, passively complicit, and Carli shook her head furiously, pleading incoherently behind her pacifier for Brandy’s help.
All it took was a confirming nod from her Mommy, and Brandy turned and waddled out of the room, her diaper crinkling. Carli put up another short burst of struggling, screaming after her friend.
“We promised her we wouldn’t hurt you,” Tommy told her. “So I’m not going to spank you.”
Carli froze, recalling watching the spanking he had delivered to Brandy.
“Just know that I don’t need to in order to make you do what I want.”
Monique smiled, grabbing the ring of her pacifier and forcing the helpless girl to look at her. “You’re really missing out.” She grabbed a handful of Carli’s bare butt and squeezed. “He gives fantastic spankings.”
Carli’s eyes widened. Monique quickly let her go though as the telltale rustle of plastic announced Brandy’s return. The diapered maid toddled in, carrying a big, thick, white rectangle, and a bottle of baby powder.
“Good girl,” Tommy praised her.
She waited obediently while her Mommy and Daddy grabbed Carli by her wrists and ankles and carried her over to the bed, laying her down on her back. Tommy sat at the head of the bed, still holding Carli’s arms, while Monique joined Brandy at the foot of the bed. “Would you like to help?” Monique asked her.
Brandy just stared at her, unsure.
“I know Mommy and Daddy always put your diapers on, but just think of her as a dolly. Here, Mommy will show you, and you can help diaper your dolly.”
Brandy nodded, still hesitantly, and looked at Carli as she fiddled with the diaper in her hands. Carli kicked out at her, her foot narrowly missing Brandy’s arm. The diapered girl shrank back, looking at her Mommy.
Monique grabbed Carli’s ankles again, holding them while she looked at Brandy. “You didn’t want to wear diapers at first either,” she said. “You thought you were too big and didn’t know how good they could be.” Monique turned and looked at Carli. “She just doesn’t know yet. She won’t tell anyone how much you like your diapers once she realizes how much she likes them too. Would you like to help us show her?”
So this is what they’d done to her best friend, Carli realized. They’d turned her into their kinky diapered sex slave through coercion and manipulation and blackmail. She locked eyes with Brandy, slowly shaking her head, hoping that her friend would realize what was happening and come to her senses.
Brandy looked back at Monique with a new sparkle in her eyes and nodded, snapping the diaper open.
“Good girl.” Monique kissed her ballgagged mouth. She lifted Carli’s ankles, holding her butt off the bed for her baby slave to slide the diaper under the helpless and humiliated snoop. “You’re doing such a great job,” she praised, manipulating and maneuvering Carli’s legs so that her little girl could get the diaper on the Valedictorian. “Make sure it’s nice and snug, we don’t want her to leak.”
“Mmmmphh?!” Leak? It dawned on the helpless girl that they might force her to actually use the diaper.
Drool dripped from Brandy’s ballgagged mouth onto Carli’s stomach as the diapered maid fastened the diaper over her friend’s hips. It was like she was salivating over what she was doing to other girl. She blushed, wiping her mouth, but the look she was giving Carli remained.
“Doesn’t she look nice,” Tommy asked.
Blushing harder, Brandy nodded.
“That she does,” Monique said, tracing her finger around the edge of the puffy garment. “Why don’t you show her how good it feels, baby girl?”
Brandy looked at her Mommy, cocking her head to the side. “Hmmm?”
“Here.” She reached into her purse, and pulled out a battery operated pink vibrating wand. Brandy’s eyes lit up, and Carli’s widened, renewing her struggles. They couldn’t be serious. Monique handed the sex toy to Brandy and got up, leaving Carli’s legs unattended. Carli was too stunned to try anything though as she watched her best friend bring the vibrator to life in her hands. Besides, Tommy was still above her, holding her arms, should she try anything.
“Let’s get this out of the way.” Monique pulled Brandy’s maid uniform over her head, leaving the girl in just her diaper, and stockings.
The snoop was shocked to discover her friend’s nipples were pierced, two small silver rings dangling from her very erect nipples. Brandy pressed the vibrator between her legs, the toy sinking deep into the squishy white padding, and she moaned deeply.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” Monique said, wrapping her arms around her from behind, one hand pushing the vibrator harder into Brandy’s diaper, the other playing with her boobs. Brandy moaned, fresh drool dripping from her ballgagged lips. “You deserve a reward, don’t you?”
“Mmhmmm,” Brandy nodded hard, her eyes closed.
“It’s been a stressful night, having to worry about little miss nosy pants over there, but don’t worry, she’ll understand soon.”
“Mmmhmmmm!!!” Brandy moaned louder, opening her eyes and staring directly at Carli.
“We just have to show her, don’t we? Show her good it feels. How good it feels to be Mommy and Daddy’s little diapered girl.”
Brandy let go of the vibrator, leaving it in Monique’s very capable hands as she grabbed her own boobs.
“Do you want to cum in your diaper?” Monique asked, turning the toy up, the rumble filling the air.
“Yepph! Pweephh!” she moaned around her gag.
“Show your friend how much you love your diapers. Show her how much you love being our helpless baby girl.”
“YEPPHHH! AYE UVVV MUGH AYPPERRSSS!” Brandy screamed, spittle flying from her mouth. Monique’s arms tightened around her, digging the vibrator deep into her diapered pussy, holding her while she quaked in an intense orgasm.
Carli couldn’t take her eyes off of what she was being forced to witness. She’d never cum like that before in her life, and she was half convinced what she was seeing had to be an act, a trick her friend was playing on her. But if she was faking it, she sold it, so much so that Carli felt a familiar tingle between her own legs. She squeezed her legs together, feeling her own padding squished between her thighs, and her curiosity was piqued. She jumped, forgetting that he was behind her as Tommy leaned in, whispering in her ear, “I’d tell you it was nothing to be ashamed of, but it is. That’s part of what makes it so hot.”
Monique let go of Brandy, the spent girl collapsing on the bed at Carli’s feet, panting heavily around her gag. “Your turn,” she said, pointing the wand at Carli.
“Nnnnmm hmmm!” she whined, her pacifier turning her legitimate protest into the fussing of a toddler.
“I think so,” Carli said, climbing up onto all fours on the bed, crawling closer. “You’re not going to tell me that that didn’t look like fun.”
“Nnnnm nnnnn!” Carli screamed, shaking her head furiously.
“Really? If I check your diaper, am I going to find a wet, needy little girl?”
Carli’s eyes went as big as saucers. She could swear up and down all she wanted, but if Monique checked her, she’d find what she wanted to find. The diapered Valedictorian tried to kick, but Monique was too quick, pouncing on her and holding her down.
“So fussy,” she commented, putting her finger on the shield of Carli’s pacifier. “What are you worried about?” she asked, slowly running her finger down the helpless girl’s chin and neck. Her fingernail tickled as she traced it lightly around Carli’s pert breasts, just skirting outside her hard nipples. “We’ll make sure you enjoy yourself.” Her finger reached Carli’s diaper, the garment crinkling as she rubbed down the middle, just hard enough for Carli to feel it before she slid the digit to the side and curled it up under the tight leg band. “Someone is VERY wet,” she purred.
Carli wanted to protest, to scream that it wasn’t true, but who would believe her? The evidence was on Monique’s fingertip. Brandy was still collapsed in a post orgasmic heap at the foot of the bed, watching her while she slowly rubbed her own diaper, and Tommy’s heavy breathing right next to her ear told her he was just as turned on as she was.
Monique pulled her finger out of Carli’s diaper, slowly licking it clean. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, sucking it all the way to the knuckle and locking eyes with Tommy. “I think she likes her diaper.”
“Nnnn nnnmmph,” Carli moaned, but there was no conviction in her muffled objection.
The loud buzzing signaled the return of the vibrator, vibrating away in Monique’s hand. “Do you want this?” To Carli’s surprise, Tommy let go of her wrists. Monique held the toy out to her, offering it.
She could just not take it. With her arms free, she could even try to escape, maybe catch them off guard. She could be on her feet and out the door before they even realized she wasn’t going to play their perverted game. She’d be running away in just a diaper with a pacifier glued in her mouth, but she was quick, and if she wanted it bad enough, she was sure she could get away.
The problem was, she didn’t want it enough. Brandy locked eyes with her, nodding. It was Brandy, her best friend since second grade, who’d done everything with her, and Brandy was telling her to do it. It was okay, good even, and all she had to do was reach out and take the vibrator from Monique.
Monique didn’t have to tempt her with her honeyed words, Tommy didn’t have to whisper naughty things in her ear. Gagged and diapered just like her, Brandy’s nod was all it took. Carli snatched the offered vibrator from Monique. Even as she did it, part of her was screaming to just clock Monique in the side of the head with the heavy thing and bolt, but she couldn’t stop herself; it was like she was on autopilot, taking the toy in both hands and bringing it down between her legs. She pressed the buzzing head up against the diaper, the sensation reverberating through the padding hugging her needy pussy.
It felt good.
Better than good.
Carli moaned, throwing her head back. It was so wrong, playing with herself in a diaper in front of her bullies and tormentors, but like Tommy said, that only made it hotter.
She pressed the vibrator harder against her diapered clit, finding the dial on the side of the device and turning it up. Closing her eyes, she shut out the rest of the world, enraptured in the sensation, getting closer and closer to bliss.
Carli was startled out of her trance by a weight on her legs. Her eyes snapped open to see Brandy, crawling up on top of her. Carli instinctively pulled the vibrator away from her diaper, but Brandy grabbed her hand, pulling it back into position. “Hmmmm?” Carli moaned.
Brandy straddled her, slowly lowering her crotch down onto the vibrator, sandwiching it between their thick diapers. Putting her hands on either side of Carli’s shoulders, she looked down at her friend and began to grind her hips, humping the vibrator between them.
It didn’t take long for Carli to pick up on what she was doing, and joined in, working into a rhythm with her best friend. She let go of the vibrator, the diapers easily keeping the toy in place, and she reached up, feeling the bouncing jewelry that had suddenly caught her eye. Brandy moaned as Carli played with her nipples, drool dripping from her mouth.
Carli wasn’t a lesbian; she’d never had a boyfriend, but that’s because she thought all the guys at their high school were immature. And now she was humping a vibrator in diapers with another girl. And it was better than any fantasy she’d ever had. She thrust her hips faster, Brandy quickly matching her pace. Carli let go of her boobs, throwing her hands up and grabbing at the sheets, needing to hold onto something as her arousal rose to its inevitable peak. Brandy kept humping faster, staring deep into her eyes, echoing her lusty moans.
Then it happened.
She came in a diaper. Her diaper. She exploded like a volcano, but it didn’t stop there, wave after wave of aftershocks ripping through her body as her best friend rode her like the horny diaper slut she was.
“What a performance.”
Tommy’s voice snapped her back to reality. She looked up to see him standing at the side of the bed, his phone out. He was filming them. Carli snapped her head to the other side of the bed, seeing Monique on the other side, also with her phone out. “Mmmmphh!!!”
Even Brandy looked distressed, looking back and forth between them, her cheeks scarlet.
“Don’t worry baby girl, your face isn’t in it,” Monique assured her. “Yours however,” she said to Carli, flipping her phone around. On screen a video was playing of her, naked save for a diaper and a pacifier, playing with the vibrator. She didn’t look like a captive. She didn’t look coerced. She looked like Carli Simmons, class Valedictorian, over achiever, future Yale student and generally good girl, having the time of her life playing with herself in a diaper.
“There’s so much good stuff here,” Tommy said, showing her picture after picture of her, of another diapered girl climbing on top of her, the two of them rubbing their diapers together.
“You got what you wanted,” Monique said, sitting back on the bed and grabbing Brandy, pulling the girl into her lap and stroking her hair. “You came here to make sure Brandy was okay. And as you can see, she’s more than okay, aren’t you baby girl?”
Brandy nodded, leaning in to let Monique kiss her on her ballgag.
“And of course, you’re not going to tell anyone about any of this, are you?” Tommy asked. He picked up Carli’s clothes, throwing them onto the bed next to her. “Because if you did, well, who knows what might happen with all these pictures and videos we have,” he said.
“Hmmmphh!?!” Carli moaned. Blackmail. Of course they’d blackmail her.
“But she wouldn’t tell anyways,” Monique said. “You understand now, don’t you?” She looked at Carli. When the girl didn’t respond, she reached out and grabbed her pacifier ring. “Don’t you,” she repeated, making the girl nod.
“Mmmhmmm,” Carli moaned, her eyes flicking to the phone lying on the bed, still playing the video of her, lost in ecstasy.
“Good, now get dressed. You don’t want to overstay your welcome.”
Carli scrambled to grab her clothes, looking for her panties. They were missing, and she got the hint, quickly pulling her pants on, struggling to get them on over the bulky diaper. The waistband stuck out, but with her sweatshirt she’d be able to hide it. The real problem was the pacifier, still glued in her mouth. She pointed at it, moaning questioningly.
“That’s your problem,” Tommy said coldly.
Carli got up off the bed, jamming her feet back into her shoes. She looked back at Brandy, but the other girl just blushed and averted her eyes.
“I trust you know where the door is,” Monique said.
Carli nodded rapidly. She grabbed her purse and darted out of the room, pausing to take one last look back. Brandy had her head nestled against Monique’s chest, her Mommy petting her. Monique locked eyes with Carli. “See ya around.”
Carli turned and ran, nearly tripping down the stairs in her haste to get out. She wasn’t used to the bulk of the diaper between her legs, forcing a slight waddle, as she ran back to her car. And the thing rubbed against her with every step, the padding slick with what she’d done in it. She climbed into her car, and fished through her purse for her keys. She stopped, finding something in it that wasn’t in there before. Carli pulled out a bottle of nail polish remover, with a note attached by a rubber band. Turning on her interior lights, she read the handwritten note.
The nail polish remover will dissolve the glue. If you don’t do anything that might make Yale reconsider accepting you (hint hint) then I might see you there in the fall. I’ll be lonely without Tommy and my baby girl there. If you ever need a babysitter, you’ll know where to find me,
Monique
Carli was stunned. She had no idea that Monique had gotten into Yale too.