"We're going down to the mail room."

It was an order, not a request or a suggestion, though, by now, Matti was pretty much used to that from Valerie. Technically, they were roommates, so they should have been equals, but that was definitely not how the other girl saw things.

"Okay," Matti shrugged. Of all the things Valerie could, and had, made her do, this one seemed pretty innocent. Of course, as soon as she stood up and started to head for the door, she began to wonder if it could possibly be that easy. "Why? Are they even open today?"

"Of course they are, silly," Valerie told her. "As long as we get moving. It would be a shame to miss them now, considering how much I paid for rush shipping."

Valerie had been talking about money a lot lately, in a way she never had before, at least for as long as Matti had been spending time with her, which, to be fair, wasn't all that long. She mostly did it after showing off the newest trainers, or, increasingly, diapers, she had bought for Matti, as if she expected Matti to feel sorry for her when she was the one who had decided Matti had to wear them in the first place.

There was also the looming promise of a big shopping trip Valerie wanted to take Matti on. "You are definitely getting into the cheerleading squad," she'd tell Matti, who, despite all the time she'd spent at practice since she'd made a bargain with her sister, Kelsey, to give it a try, was not nearly as confident about that. "And you're going to need to dress appropriately after that."

What, exactly, did she mean by 'appropriately?' Matti didn't think there was anything inappropriate about her usual clothes, but they certainly weren't the kinds of things the other cheerleaders, or Valerie, wore. And they were mostly loose and long enough that whatever padding Valerie was making her wear at the time was mostly easy to hide underneath, which she suspected was the real problem Valerie had with them.

For as long as she had been threatening that shopping trip, it still had yet to happen. Matti had started to hope it was an empty threat, but the addition of her making it onto the squad was a new twist to it, a deadline it hadn't had before that made her worry it might be coming after all.

That probably wasn't what this was about, if only because Matti had a feeling part of the 'fun' for Valerie would be taking her to the mall or wherever and trying stuff on her like she was the girl's own personal doll. The mention of how much it cost did make Matti worry it had to do with her, however. Was it more diapers? A new brand, perhaps, or a new design? Why was she making Matti go with her to pick it up, though?

Matti squirmed in anticipation and preemptive embarrassment as she fantasized about the possibilities, about Valerie being so excited about some new, extra-thick diapers that she was going to change Matti in the bathroom of the admin building, then make her go back to the dorm, possibly without her pants since the diapers were so big and bulky they wouldn't fit under Matti's jeans, no matter how baggy they were.

There was, indeed, one box that she was certain was that, if not quite as extreme as her horny little fantasies. It was the first one the mail room worker brought out after Valerie told them her name, raising his eyebrows at the sound of it before turning to go retrieve it silently, then, after setting it down, walking away again. Matti blushed as she stared down at the box, wondering if that look from him meant he knew what was inside, the same as she did, the size and shape of the box, and company name on the return label all very familiar to her by now.

"C-Can we go?" she asked, reaching for the box.

"Of course not," Valerie rolled her eyes. "Not until we have everything."

"Everything?" Matti blinked. Sure enough, the mail room worker returned a moment later with another, smaller box, setting it on top of the diapers.

"You girls sure you can carry everything on your own?" he asked.

"Oh, trust me," Valerie smiled, patting Matti on the shoulder. "She's stronger than she looks. I guess that doesn't mean much, though, does it?" Matti glowered at her.

"Sure," the worker replied uncertainly, not knowing how to take that, or whether he should try to join in on the teasing. "The last couple boxes are pretty large, that's all."

"If I have to, I'll call my boyfriend," Valerie shrugged. "I just wanted to get them out of your hair so you could close up and head home for the holiday."

He chuckled. "I'm not much of an Easter guy, but I appreciate it."

Valerie waited for him to walk away again, then turned back to Matti. "You can handle it, right? You're always talking about how big you think you are."

"How am I supposed to know?" Matti fumed. "I have no idea what any of this is!"

"So grumpy," Valerie mocked. "I'd hate to have to bother Micah, but as long as you make it worth his while, I'm sure he'd be okay with it. You know of some good ways to thank a big, strong man like him, can't you?"

Matti fidgeted, face lighting up bright red. She hated that she knew exactly what Valerie was implying, though, after all of those 'lessons' in Dr. Osswald's classroom, how could she not? Before then, Matti would never have considered doing something like that, much less as a way of thanking someone. She couldn't tell if it was a joke, meant purely to elicit that reaction, or if Valerie was serious. She wouldn't really want Matti to blow her boyfriend, would she?

The next box was fairly large, enough to make Matti squirm as she stared at it, wondering how serious the other girl had been, but when she picked it up experimentally, she found it was quite light. The next box, on the other hand, was even bigger, and much heavier.

"W-We can make more than one trip, right?" Matti looked up at Valerie anxiously. It was hard to tell if she would help at all, or make Matti do all the work, but even if she did, they didn't have enough arms among them to balance this many boxes this size.

"Oh, come on, Mathilda," Valerie snickered. "You've been getting so good at your lessons! Don't you want to try a more practical application?" She stared into Matti's eyes for just long enough to make the girl worry before breaking. "Yes, as long as you hurry up."

It would have made more sense for Valerie to take the biggest box, since she was a good bit taller than Matti, but Matti knew that wasn't going to happen, so she wrestled it herself, half dragging it out of the admin building and down the sidewalk to the dorm, extremely grateful for the elevator in their dorm as she shoved it inside, leaning against the side of the elevator, panting.

Valerie strolled on after, carrying the diapers and smirking. "I can't wait for you to try these," she said. "We might even have time to get you changed before we head back."

"Valerie!" Matti squealed. "I haven't even had an accident yet!"

She blushed, realizing how loud she'd been with the elevator door not even closed yet, Valerie giggling at the same thing, as well as the way she'd phrased it. "Yet?" she arched an eyebrow. "Well, if you admit it's inevitable, then better to have you properly protected first, right?"

"No!" Matti huffed. "I only meant..."

But how was she going to get out of this now? She had no idea, sighing and giving up. "It'll give you more of a chance to catch your breath," Valerie said, as if she were doing this to be nice.

Once the elevator reached their floor, Matti dragged the box to their room, plopping down in her chair while Valerie opened up the box she was carrying, pulling out, unsurprisingly, a package of diapers. Diapers that looked very familiar to her, after what had happened with Kiara at their last tutoring appointment.

The bunny diapers. Pink and white, with cartoon bunnies all over them, extra thick. Valerie had already managed to track down the bunny diapers for her. Matti groaned, staring at the full package of them, a part of her wondering if Valerie had found Kiara's information, asked her where she'd gotten them. That was her nightmare, the two of them linking up, joining forces to torment her, though it felt like their goals for her were pretty diametrically opposed to both involve keeping her in diapers.

"After seeing how much you love bunnies, I couldn't help myself," Valerie said. "The company didn't even offer next day shipping usually, but I wrote in to customer service and told them all about how excited you were to get them, and how badly you wanted to be in them on Easter, and they helped me out."

Matti's cheeks warmed, thinking about some random worker at the diaper company hearing about her, thinking all of that was true. Everything with Kiara had happened because she didn't, in fact, like bunnies, though she wasn't going to try to explain that to Valerie. "Oh," she forced a smile. "Great."

"Here you go!" Valerie unfolded one on the changing pad. "Let's get you out of those silly Pull-Ups and into these!"

Matti trudged over obediently and let herself get diapered, afraid that protesting and fighting would lead to enough of a delay that Valerie would call Micah to get the rest of the boxes himself. She still wasn't sure if Valerie had been joking about all that or not, and didn't want to find out, and she knew, by now, that it did very little good to try to argue with the girl anyway. Luckily, her jeans did fit over the diaper, even if it did leave quite a bulge.

Thankfully, the second trip was much easier, even diapered. She was most curious, of course, about the bigger boxes, especially the one that was so relatively light, but Valerie opened the smaller one, which she'd carried, herself.

"Everybody deserves a nice, new Easter outfit," she grinned. "Even an annoying little brat like you." Matti's stomach churned, wondering what in the world Valerie had bought for her, and was going to make her wear. "And after yesterday..."

"I already have that other stupid bunny outfit," Matti whined, seeing exactly where this was going. At this rate, half of her closet was going to have bunnies on it!

"If it's so stupid, why did you buy it?" Valerie smirked. Matti fidgeted. She wondered, sometimes, if she actually did know, or have some inkling, about what happened during those tutoring sessions. Matti did her very best to keep it a secret, but there were definitely times when that was difficult. It didn't help that she was certain Valerie was poking around through her possessions when she wasn't there, which had led to her starting to carry her picture book around with her everywhere so the cheerleader couldn't find it.

As far as she knew, there was no power in it anymore. It did have a weird aura to it, almost, but she'd never been able to work out how to use it, so she had to assume she couldn't. Then again, she hadn't tried that hard, either, because it was so humiliating to look through. It had started out as a spellbook, only to be transformed into a picture book featuring her, every illustration undoubtedly her failing at potty training, with the text encouraging her to do exactly that, telling her how much better it was to use her diapers and be a baby. Anyone looking at it would naturally assume she'd had it custom made for herself, that she liked it.

And, to be honest, she did. The very idea of it, and the look of just the cover, pushed her buttons hard, but the full text was almost too much for her. And while the idea of having to stand there awkwardly while Valerie paged through it did send a bit of a tingle between her legs, the actual implications of that were not worth entertaining that fantasy in real life. Valerie could show the book to the rest of the squad, or take pictures of it and have them forever, and those would almost be worse than the pictures and videos she had of Matti herself.

She didn't have an answer for Valerie's question, other than a delayed, meek shrug. "You don't have to be ashamed," Valerie bent down and pinched her cheeks. "I think it's sweet that you're so into fluffy little bunnies. That's why I bought you this."

What she pulled out of the box wasn't nearly as bad as Matti had anticipated. It was a hoodie, which was great, since she'd have worn them all the time if she could. She preferred ones that were oversized, however, and this one was clearly designed to be short, even on her, barely longer than a crop top. It was also pink, her least favorite color, yet the one Kiara made her wear the most, with a strip of white across the bottom that had a bunny's face embroidered on it, its ears separate pieces of fabric stitched above the stripe. The hood had a pair of bunny ears on it, and both ends of the string ended in fluffy, white puffs, meant to evoke a bunny's tail.

Valerie loved making her wear crop tops. Matti wasn't sure if it was because she normally went the opposite direction with her clothes, or if the other girl liked making her uncomfortable, and constantly worried that the waistband of her Pull-Ups or diapers was going to peek up over the waistband of her pants and be on display thank to the length of her shirt. As far as those went, though, other than the design, this one wasn't so bad.

"Okay," she nodded hesitantly. "Thank you?"

"You are so welcome!" Valerie grinned. "But we aren't done yet!"

She reached into the box again, this time producing a skirt, giving it a flick and holding it out for Matti to inspect. Instantly, Matti thought back to the dream she'd had around Christmas-time, when she was on the Polar Express train, making her squirm as she thought of, of all people, Santa. She'd never actually worn a tutu skirt, unless her parents had put her in one when she was really little, but that's what she'd been in for that dream, and now she was facing one down again, in her waking life. It was pink as well, and dotted with sequined bunny heads, and seemed too short, and too translucent, to hide her diaper.

"G-Great," she made herself say, not knowing what else to do.

"I thought you could wear the socks you already have," Valerie continued, talking about the thigh-highs with bunny faces on them that Kiara had given her. "But you needed one more thing to finish it off."

The last item in the box, apparently, was a pair of pink and white headphones, bunny ears sprouting from the top of the headband. "Oh," Matti tilted her head. She saw the connection, obviously, but it was a strange accessory, of all the things Valerie could have gotten her. She'd have expected a purse or a backpack over headphones.

"I want to make sure you can hear those notifications," Valerie told her. "I wouldn't want you to accidentally ignore your audience."

Matti frowned. "My audience?" She gulped, looking at the outfit, cheeks lighting up at the idea of anyone other than Valerie seeing her in it, much less some kind of audience.

"That's right!" Valerie exclaimed. "The diaper company helped with some of this, but I still had to pay for some of it, not to mention everything else I've bought for you, and I still want to give your wardrobe a good makeover, and that won't be cheap. I don't think it's fair that I have to cover all of those costs, do you?"

"I didn't ask you to do any of that!" Matti reminded her for the hundredth time, the protest falling on deaf ears yet again.

"When I showed the diaper company a picture of you from yesterday, they were so excited to work with you," Valerie continued. "They could tell you'd be the perfect spokesperson for them, so they agreed to sponsor you."

"Y-You sent them a picture of me?!" Matti squealed, though her embarrassment over some stranger seeing her in the messy diaper and bunny jumper Kiara had put her in was quickly subsumed. "Sponsor me how?"

Valerie sliced open the biggest box, revealing a streamer chair, pink and white like most everything else, a pair of bunny ears at the very top. "I'm sure you can figure out how to put this together," Valerie told her. "That's why I'm not getting you dressed up yet, though. I don't want you getting your special streaming outfit all sweaty."

"I-I'm not streaming like this!" Matti shook her head. She had, she had to admit, tried streaming games a few times, but had never been dedicated enough to try to find any real audience. The thought of broadcasting herself online in this outfit, however, of letting a bunch of anonymous people see her, covered in bunnies and diapered made her stomach twist up in knots. Probably, it would be a similar situation where nobody watched, but what if they did? She shivered, but it would have been a lie to pretend all of that was fear, or shame.

"No, of course you aren't," Valerie agreed. "I just told you. You're streaming in your hoodie and tutu. First, you're going to throw out that old black office chair and replace it with this cute one while I get your last Easter present ready."

"But I like my chair!" Matti pouted. She'd bought it with her allowance forever ago, before she'd even started college, and it was just right, perfectly comfy for her to pull her feet up into as she stared at the monitor on her desk.

"There isn't room in here for both chairs," Valerie informed her. "And I got you this one. So you can either throw out your old one now, or you can do it after I put you in your streaming outfit."

Matti stared up at the other girl, a part of her wishing she was a little taller, a little stronger. Valerie had been cheerleading for years, and she knew from experience could easily overpower her without breaking a sweat. She could make Matti do any and every thing she wanted, and, as mortifying as that was a lot of the time, Matti couldn't deny how hot that was, even when she was genuinely worried about how far Valerie might take things.

"Fine!" she huffed after a long moment, grabbing her chair and wheeling it out the door. She couldn't bring herself to throw it away, so she took it to the basement of the dorm, hoping someone would take it and get some use out of it, or that it would stay there in the corner so she could go down and sit in it herself now and then.

By the time she returned, the final box was opened, and a huge, stuffed, pink bunny was sitting on the floor beside her desk. "Isn't it cute?" Valerie asked. "I thought it could be your co-host!"

Matti shrugged. "Sure," she mumbled, defeated, knowing she didn't have any say in it anyway. "Why not?"

"Well, my part is done for now!" Valerie declared, hopping onto her bed and pulling out her phone. "Get to work on that chair! I want to make sure you have plenty of time to do a nice, long stream!"

It was hardly a surprise she wasn't planning on helping. Matti sighed and started to pull out the pieces of the chair obediently. "What am I even supposed to stream?" she asked. "I don't have any bunny games."

"Don't you worry," Valerie replied. "There will be plenty of fun games."

She might not have been happy about the chair, but she couldn't deny, by the time she was done with it, that it was comfortable. She wasn't so sure she was, however, once Valerie had her dressed up in her new outfit and she was sitting there, laptop hooked up to her external monitor, keyboard balanced on her lap, while Valerie adjusted the laptop so its webcam got the perfect shot of her.

"Seriously, Val," Matti whined. "What am I supposed to do? You're not going to make me show off my boobs, are you?"

Valerie scoffed. "Like anybody wants to see those. But don't worry, you still have plenty to show off." She gave Matti's diaper a pat. "They're going to love you." Satisfied, she clicked a few times, Matti catching a glimpse of the overlay before Valerie switched over to just the chat.

"Wait, what was that?" she squirmed. "What were all those goals?"

"Don't worry about it," Valerie giggled. "They're just to encourage people to help you out a little. I'll let you know when you have to actually do anything. But this isn't the time to discuss that. You're live, silly!"

"I-I am?" Matti gulped, staring up at her laptop, adjusting her tutu anxiously while Valerie stepped away, opening up her own laptop. Matti fidgeted, feeling awkward at the thought of a bunch of strangers looking in on her, seeing her in all this bunny stuff. Maybe, she told herself, nobody would show up after all, and it wouldn't matter.

'Look at this little dork,' the first chat message popped up. 'Someone's ready for the Easter bunny!'

"Hey!" Matti pouted. "It isn't my fault! I...!"

A private message popped up, interrupting her indignation. Valerie gave her a pointed glare, making it obvious that it was from her. 'Your sponsor wants you to act like you love bunnies, and that's why you chose their diapers. Don't screw this up, Mathilda, or you're the one who's going to have to pay them back.'

Matti rolled her eyes, glaring over at Val, smirking at her own desk, watching the show unfolding in real life and on her computer. "I just love Easter so much," she told the camera, gritting her teeth. "I mean, there are so many cute bunny things available, and I sure do love bunnies!"

She tugged at her skirt, wondering if her diaper was visible on camera, if whoever this stranger was in chat was seeing it. It seemed like that ought to be the point, if the diaper company was paying her to do this, but Val had bought her that skirt, and put her in it. Not that she was complaining, of course. This whole thing was strange enough without her sitting there on stream, bunny diapers exposed.

'I wonder what she's got under that skirt,' a new screen name pondered. 'Looks like she's awfully squirmy.'

Matti blushed, mortified that her discomfort was so obvious, though when she looked at chat again, she realized the screen name was the same as the one who had just sent her a private message. She shot a dirty look at Valerie for bringing that to the attention of the other person in chat, who agreed, 'Yeah, it looks like something's going on.'

'I bet she's itching to show it off,' Valerie prompted, further frustrating Matti. 'I just gotta know!'

A new alert played over the headphones as a notification popped up saying that Valerie had just gave her twenty dollars. Matti opened her mouth and turned back to Valerie, who shook her head, putting her hand over her mouth. Matti opened the private message back up, angrily typing, 'I thought we were supposed to be making money! What are you trying to pull?!'

'Sometimes you have to spend money to make money,' Valerie shrugged innocently. 'And don't tell people I'm here. They'll like it better if they think it's all you.'

'What people?' Matti grumbled. 'It's one weirdo who...'

Before she could even finish typing, she heard the donation chime again, followed by another new alert, switching back over to the main chat window to see a new message from the other viewer saying, 'Sure, I'll help with that. Why not?' before they'd given her five bucks. Immediately afterwards, there was a notification declaring, 'Goal reached! Remove Skirt!'

"Wh-What?" Matti nibbled her bottom lip, staring at the words, recalling what Valerie had told her about showing off.

'Come on,' a different screen name prompted. 'They paid you, now do your job, bunny girl.'

To her shock, a chorus of other screen names began to echo the same sentiment, revealing that she had more of an audience than she'd thought, all watching her, ready for her to slide out of her tutu. All of whom would see her in those stupid bunny diapers that she had to pretend she loved.

'Fake bunny girl!' one of them taunted her.

Matti took a deep breath, setting her keyboard down on her desk and standing up. "I am not a fake bunny girl! I love bunnies so much that when I saw these, I just had to have them!'

She whisked her skirt down, ripping off the band-aid by removing it all at once, tossing it aside as she stood there in her cropped hoodie and diaper. "I-I don't need them, though, I just like bunnies so much that..."

To her surprise, the jeering had quickly turned into an array of messages saying how cute she was, but one stuck out as she was in the middle of her defense. 'She doesn't need them, huh? Then what's with the next goal?'

"What's the next goal?!" Matti whined over towards Valerie, who shook her head, reminding her that, as far as her audience knew, she wasn't there.

'Silly little bunny brain,' someone teased. 'Already forgetting what she set her goals at!'

Matti pouted, plopped down in her chair, grabbing her keyboard. "Yeah," she grumbled. "I guess I am. But see? I'm not clever enough to try to trick you! Of course I'm not a fake bunny girl! I've always loved bunnies, and it's not just because I'm being sponsored by the maker of these diapers! Now, who wants to tell me what the next goal is?"

'Won't she be surprised if we get her to her last one?' Val interjected, setting off a chain of laughing emojis that made Matti very nervous.

'What is the last goal?' she demanded in their private message, Valerie shrugging innocently, making Matti huff, kicking her feet in frustration.

When she switched back to the main chat, they had noticed. 'Such a wiggly bunny,' one of them said. 'I bet she'll do it whether we hit the goal or not!'

'I'm surprised she can help it, as thick as those diapers are,' another added. 'She's so tiny, she can probably barely walk in them, much less squeeze her legs together!'

"I'm not that small!" Matti whined.

'Then how tall are you?' Valerie asked, eyes twinkling from the other side of the room.

Matti blushed, realizing how unimpressive the answer would be, how much the chat was probably going to make fun of her. "I-I don't know," she lied. "That's not important!"

Within moments, someone was sharing a screenshot of her standing in front of her chair, right after she'd taken her skirt off. At first, Matti wondered if it was a threat, if it was someone from school letting her know they had evidence of this stream and were going to post it all over campus. Then, the viewer added, 'Who knows how tall those bunny gaming chairs are? We could figure out how tiny the baby bunny is based off of that.'

"Hey, stop it!" she squealed, as surprisingly accurate guesses began to fly into chat based on the picture. She should have known she wouldn't be able to hide from the Internet, and that telling them not to do something was basically daring them to do it quicker.

'My baby sister is taller than that!' a chatter said. 'No wonder she wears diapers! I bet they don't make big girl panties little enough for her!'

"Yes, they do!" she insisted, hopping off her chair. "I have plenty of big girl panties!"

She cringed as she said it, hardly able to believe that she'd used that word that she hated so much, just because she'd read it, or that she'd led herself get goaded into showing off a pair of her underwear on stream. Or that she'd forgotten, momentarily, that Valerie had confiscated all of them anyway, long ago. She had only been allowed to wear them if she stayed dry all day and all night, and when Val put her to bed so early, and wouldn't let her get up in the night to use the bathroom, it was inevitable that she would be stuck in Pull-Ups, at the very least, which had happened so often that Val had declared she was going to hold on to all those undies until Matti could prove she deserved them again.

She was ready to slink back to the webcam, defeated, but Valerie shook her head, jabbing a finger at Matti's dresser. Matti whined, stomping her foot, but she knew this was her fault. She should have stayed quiet, but now it would look even worse, probably, for her to come back empty-handed. Reluctantly, she grabbed a Pull-Up from her drawer, bringing it back to her desk and sitting down.

"S-See?" she said, showing them quickly, then tossing them onto the floor, hoping that, at a glance, nobody would notice what they were. "Big girl panties!"

'She's so little she doesn't realize Pull-Ups aren't really big girl panties!' somebody from the chat exclaimed.

"They're not!" Matti grumbled, but, of course, within moments there was a clip from her stream, her sitting there in her bunny diapers, holding what was obviously a Pull-Up, calling them big girl panties. The whole display was so incredibly babyish, even she didn't know how to back down from it, what to do.

To her surprise, someone from the chat spoke up for her. 'Hey, don't bully her,' they said.

"Yeah!" she nodded, the bunny ears on her headphones bobbing. "No bullying!"

And then, a moment later, the same person added, 'She's probably so little she can't reach the toilet, so that's what they told her big girl panties were because they knew she needed some padding so she didn't leak everywhere while she's getting out her stepstool to try to get on the potty on time.'

"Hey!" she glowered. "That's not true!"

'We should help her out,' someone else said. 'She's going to hurt herself trying to hold it too long.'

Another few donations, and she got a message finally answering the mystery of what that was. She could have deduced it, and a part of her suspected that was what it was, though another part had hoped that wasn't it, that she was wrong, that Val wouldn't be that mean. Sure enough, she now owed her chat a wet diaper.

"R-Right in front of you guys?" she squirmed. She was positive they were already preparing to make clips of this, too, that, at a moment's notice, they could be shared all over the Internet. She had to close her eyes, pretend she was alone, as alerts went off in her headphones to constantly bring her back to reality, help keep her aware that wasn't the case as slowly, she felt a trickle soak its way into her padding, and then, to her surprise, a full-on torrent, as she drenched her diapers.

She opened her eyes to a new private message. She was almost glad to see it there, to take the time to scan over it to avoid looking at the reactions on the main chat, until it came time to have to act on the instructions in it.

"I-I do have to disclose again that I am being sponsored by the makers of these diapers, but I'd use them even if I wasn't! They're so cute, and they took that wetting like a champ, didn't they?" She wiggled in her seat, reaching between her legs, squeezing a handful of soggy padding. "I-I bet I could keep wearing and peeing in these all day! A-And maybe I will!"

She blushed, catching herself starting to massage the wet diaper as she held it, her face turning red as she felt a tingling beneath it. This whole thing was so humiliating, so degrading, but she couldn't deny that it was definitely turning her on despite that. Or, if she was being honest, because of that. And if she thought she was hiding that, she was quickly disabused of that notion.

'She is so ready for the next goal already,' someone pointed out.

'Tell us some more about how much you love bunnies,' someone else taunted.

"I-I love them so much," she started automatically, not even needing Valerie to prompt her any more. She was playing a character, she told herself. A character who looked and sounded exactly like her, who anyone who knew her would probably see and assume was her. And who might be more like her than she cared to admit, if she was being completely honest with herself. "They're like, my favorite animal! They're so cute and sweet and fluffy!"

The more she got into it, the more humiliating it was, and the more horny she could feel herself getting at the idea of what she was saying, how vapid it was, how much everyone seemed to be eating it up, assuming it must be true. The donations were pouring in, encouraging her even more, until, soon enough, there was another goal notification, and she saw what they'd all been giving her money for.

'Vibe on ten minutes.'

Her whole face had already been red, but suddenly, it felt like it was on fire, her act seeming so much more desperate and thirsty now. "O-Oh, I-I don't know," she shook her head, eyes wide, turning towards Valerie, who was already kneeling down beside Matti's chair, just out of frame, putting the giant stuffed bunny there and pressing a button on it, causing a familiar buzzing sound to emerge from within it.

"I-I don't know," she gulped, seeing exactly what she was meant to do, knowing how that was going to look now, after the display she'd just put on. But she had to, didn't she? They'd already paid her! And now, she had to perform.

There was no way the diaper company had declared she had to do this on her stream, on camera, in order to sponsor her, but still, she didn't want to make them mad, either, right? She blushed even darker, realizing she was just coming up with more and more justifications, reasons she had to do it, because she knew that she was so curious. Valerie had used a vibrator on her many, many times already, but never in front of anyone else, never as part of a show like this. So she knew it was going to feel good, especially on her soggy diaper. And knowing there were all those anonymous eyes on her, watching her, judging her... Honestly, while she never would have thought of it before, or at least dared to admit it herself, the feeling between her legs made it obvious that was only going to make things better.

"O-Okay, okay," she said, head spinning a bit as she got off her chair again, adjusting the laptop. "H-How is this?" She took as long as she dared trying to get it just right before, finally, she had to toddle over to the bunny, climbing on top of it, pressing her diaper down over top of its back where she could hear the buzzing. "Oh!" she squealed, toes already starting to curl as she made contact, even before she started to buck and hump, pressing her diaper down into the giant stuffed animal between her legs, forgetting all about her audience as she sank into the ecstasy of it, quickly losing herself in it, turning into a horny little diapered bunny girl, desperate to ride that wave of pleasure as many times as she possibly could.

She didn't know if the vibrator was on a timer, or if Valerie switched it off remotely, only that it did, finally, stop, and that she let out a whining moan that made it clear how much she had been enjoying herself, that she hadn't wanted it to stop. There was no debate in the chat room any more about whether she was a genuine bunny girl or not, because, after that display, how could she not be? Anyone who had done that with a stuffed bunny, dressed like that, had to love bunnies an awful lot.

She was worn out, staying sprawled out on the bunny, squirming weakly there, as if, maybe, at any moment, the vibrator might start up again, unable to find the energy to get back into her chair. Thankfully, she looked up at the monitor on the desk above her and saw a private message from Valerie, telling her she could stop now.

"S-Sorry, everyone," she muttered. "I-I think that's all I have in me for today, but thank you so much for watching, and donating."

'Aww, man,' someone complained in chat. 'We didn't even hit the last goal!'

'We'll get it next time,' Valerie replied.

"N-Next time?" Matti asked, once Valerie had closed out the stream. "Th-There's a next time?"

"Of course there is!" Valerie smirked. "You are such a star! They loved you! You are so good at pretending to be a fussy baby! You were pretending, right?" She chuckled, not letting Matti answer, just watching her squirm for a second before continuing. "Really, you did such a good job, sweetie! And this IS your job now! You don't just do a job once, do you? If you want to stay in diapers, you're going to have to keep doing it!"

"B-But I don't!" Matti pouted. "You're the one who makes me wear them!"

Valerie chuckled, staring down at her, Matti's face growing more and more red again, even before she spoke. "Don't you?" she asked. Matti fidgeted, knowing that, after what she'd just done, denying it would feel awfully hollow.

"C-Can I at least know what that last goal is?" Matti asked.

"Where's the fun in that?" Valerie giggled. "Besides, we're going to have to switch things up to keep it fresh and keep people coming back, so it probably won't even be the last goal next time! But don't worry, everyone saw how much fun you had with your friend there, so I'll definitely keep that goal for you."

Matti's eyes immediately found something very interesting on the floor, too embarrassed to meet Valerie's eyes, remembering that she'd seen that, too, along with who even knew how many people. And she had something presumably even more humiliating in store for her if people gave her more money?! Matti was terrified about what that could be, but, at the same time, she could definitely feel a tingling building up between her legs again as she fantasized about what it could be.

"As soon as I can work out how best to film it, I think we should let them see some of your training sessions, too, don't you?" Valerie snickered. "I bet they'd love to donate to come up with lines for you to write, especially once they see how good you're getting at all the other... skills... you're learning there." Matti squirmed, imagining having a camera set up, broadcasting the naughty things that she did in Dr. Osswald's classroom to the whole Internet.

"Trust me," Valerie said. "Once you see all the cute things I'm going to pick out for you to buy with all this money you're making, you'll see it's all worth it!"

Matti had her doubts about that, but, at the same time, she couldn't deny that, much as she might like to pretend otherwise, she was definitely curious to find out what, exactly, her roommate had in mind for her next.