As usual with these things these days, this got way out of hand. Originally, I just thought a summer camp themed picture would be a fun summery alternative to the usual swimsuits and diapers that I tend to default to. Then, after I got it, it was too fun not to write something for, but I figured it would be something quick and short, which did not quite turn out to be the case. This isn't even the summer story I meant to do this year, lol! Hopefully I'll get around to that, too.
Anyway, as for credits, the picture is by 
, who has a Patreon here if you'd like to have the chance to get rewards like this from her! I should also do a shout-out to Fawny, who came up with the camp's name when I was drawing a blank.
Also, this is a sequel to
if you'd like to read that to catch up first.
Sierra groaned, squirming in the folding chair, her plastic pants sticking to her sweaty thighs in the heat as she did her best to hide beneath her yellow bucket hat, the duck face on the front smiling pleasantly, directly contrasting her own unhappy expression. As they'd been doing almost constantly ever since she'd arrived here, her hands were wrapped around the hem of her shirt, tugging at it self-consciously, for all the good it had done, and continued to do, for her in hiding her bulky diaper when that was all she had to wear over it.
On one hand, she'd almost allowed herself to start getting used to it, which was a bit scary in and of itself. On the other, it wasn't just the other campers and counselors here today. This was the last day, so all of the caretakers were here, too, to pick up the campers, and watch the awards ceremony. Suddenly this morning, the camp had been filled with strangers who hadn't spent the last four weeks seeing her like this, and, even knowing better, and that they couldn't possibly know everything that had happened here, she felt like they were all staring at her as she sat there, eagerly awaiting her chance to get out of this place.
All morning, she'd been terrified about who she was going to run into, how she was going to explain this away. Thankfully, she hadn't seen them. On the other hand, if they didn't show up, she wasn't sure how she was going to get home.
Sierra blushed as she felt a hand slip into her plastic pants, giving the diaper underneath a squeeze, her counselor, Marion, not even bothering to ask before checking her. "What's wrong?" she leaned over and whispered. "You're only a little soggy. Are you going to make poopies?"
"No!" Sierra turned bright red, wanting to die of embarrassment that Marion would even suggest she might do that, in front of all these new people. It also didn't help that she hadn't fully realized she'd used her diaper again already, though squeezing her thighs together confirmed it.
"Are you sure?" Marion giggled, her grin making it obvious that she hadn't missed Sierra's reaction, and that, after her time looking after her, she knew what it meant. "I don't think you're such a good judge of when you need to use your diapers anymore, are you, sweetie?" Sierra pouted, pushing her legs together again. "Aww, don't look sad! That's why you're here! You've done so well, Sierra! In fact, I think you might want to pay attention."
Marion winked, nodding towards the 'stage', the grassy area all the chairs were pointed towards, where the camp director had been giving some long-winded speech greeting all the caretakers and telling them how well all their babies had done. "Now, then," the woman said, "we have a little tradition, here at Camp Wannawaddle. It's just a way to recognize some of our special campers, and give them something to remember their stay here with."
Sierra slumped down in her seat, cheeks burning preemptively, her counselor's words sounding more like a warning now. Remembering this place was the last thing she wanted to do once she got out of here!
"We have campers here for all kinds of reasons," the director continued. "Whether they're here because they want to try out this lifestyle, or their caretakers thought it would do them some good, there's one hurdle that's always the hardest for them to overcome. We give this out to the first person who is able to do this, but this year's winner might hold the record for the quickest to get there. She was barely off the bus!"
"Oh, no," Sierra let go of her shirt to bury her face in her hands, as Marion chuckled, patting her on the back, congratulating her on her 'accomplishment.'
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"Sasha, I'm going to give you one last chance," Sierra told her sternly, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. After everything the girl had put her through, she really shouldn't feel bad for her, but she couldn't help herself. She knew what she was in for, and, whether she'd earned it or not, it was hard not to feel some sympathy, considering how much of it she'd done, too, at various times. "Just apologize, and I can disenchant your diaper pins, or we can pick out an outfit or two for you to take, or..."
Sasha huffed, managing somehow to look haughty despite the tiny babydoll dress she was wearing, barely hiding the thick diaper underneath. "Yeah, right," she rolled her eyes. "I don't have any reason to apologize to you, baby Sierra!"
Sierra's eyes narrowed, her desire to reach for her wand rising, although she wasn't sure what, exactly, she would have done with it, even if it hadn't already been tucked safely away in her suitcase. There had been plenty of reasons for Sasha to apologize, long before Sierra had been hired to look after her for the beginning of summer, and the list had only grown since then.
Sasha had been the girl who had stolen Sierra's clothes when she'd gone to interview for a job as a teacher's assistant at the boarding school, and taken her spot, leaving everyone else to assume that Sierra was her, the bratty new student. Thankfully, Sasha's parents had come to visit her the first weekend to see how she was doing, and straightened things out, but, understandably, the school had decided Sierra wasn't the best fit for the job, now that most of the staff, and other students, had seen her in diapers.
Sierra had been certain that would be the end of the story, but, to her surprise, at the start of summer, she received an owl from Sasha's parents. 'We're sorry to bother you,' it said. 'We understand if you'd rather never see our daughter again. I wish we could say her behavior has improved since you saw her, but it's only been the opposite. We're at our wit's end. Funnily enough, it was what she did to you that has inspired the best solution we could come up with. Because of that, and because you lost your job because of her, we thought it was only fair to see if you'd be interested in helping us. We'd pay, of course, and you'd be free to do whatever you like for the rest of the summer after a week or two, depending on when you're able to start.'
She hadn't exactly jumped at the opportunity, but when she saw how much they were paying, it was hard to ignore. She did have plans for the summer, though, as fate would have it, they lined up perfectly with Sasha's parents' plans. And it was nice to show up and find the girl all dolled up like the overgrown toddler she'd caused Sierra to be treated like at school, knowing that, by the end of summer, that was going to be her permanent role.
Naturally, Sasha wasn't pleased, and finding out Sierra was supposed to look after her only made it worse. She'd refuse to obey, fighting her at every turn, pulling pranks and constantly trying to steal Sierra's wand, now that her parents had confiscated hers. She was being a real brat, and showing how much she deserved this, and nothing Sierra could do would stop her, not even when she began to threaten the girl's luggage for the camp she was being sent to, to prepare her for her new life.
The first few times Sierra saw the official 'uniforms', such as they were, for the camp, she couldn't help blushing, even knowing they weren't for her. There were extra pieces that could be added, either shorts or a skirt, though they were optional, and the uniform itself was only required on certain days, although the campers could, of course, wear it as often as they wanted. Sasha had started out with plenty of other outfits she could wear on other days, but, one by one, Sierra had taken them away as punishment, until only the uniforms were left. When even that wasn't enough to curb her naughtiness, Sierra had put a spell on all of her diaper pins to ensure she couldn't take them off on her own.
She'd almost thought Sasha was having second thoughts, now that they were down to the wire, when the girl had obediently brought her breakfast in bed. She'd checked her suitcase after the girl was gone to make sure she hadn't tried to use that opportunity to steal her wand, but it was still there.
Now that she'd eaten, however, and it was almost time to go, Sasha was back to her old self. Sierra had wanted to take a little mercy on her, even though she knew the girl was about to not be her problem, but Sasha simply refused to cooperate, to so much as acknowledge there was anything she had to apologize to her babysitter for.
Sierra had her own summer camp she was going to, to help strengthen her magical abilities sure that would help her prevent all these ridiculous things that always seemed to happen to her. There, they'd probably try to teach her not to use her powers for this sort of pretty thing, but for now, it was quite satisfying to snap her fingers and watch Sasha's dress shrink down into a pretty good approximation of the camp uniform shirt. She could have gotten it almost exact if she'd had her wand, but she thought she'd done pretty well without it. Maybe, after the camp, she'd be able to get it perfect anytime, wandless or not, although she wasn't sure when she'd have the reason to try this exact transformation again.
"Hey!" Sasha whined, looking down at herself, her cloth diapers, held in place by duck-headed diaper pins, another part of the Camp Wannawaddle uniform, on full display now. "You can't do that!"
"Guess I can," Sierra shrugged, opening up the girl's suitcase to get out one of the cute, duck sun hats, plopping it on her head. "Come on, it's time to go."
Sasha's dad drove them to the bus station where they were both going to be picked up, dropping them off with a kiss for Sasha, and an envelope full of cash for her time as a babysitter for Sierra, which she tucked into her suitcase. Sierra's stomach was hurting a little on the drive over, though she wrote it off as nerves, hoping the other witches at the camp would like her, and that, after everything she'd been through, she'd be able to fit in, and keep up. Sasha suddenly wanted to be helpful there, getting the suitcases out of the trunk, but it was too late for her to redeem herself. Sierra said her goodbyes, sending Sasha towards her line, then started to go to her own before pausing, glancing down at the suitcase in her hands and her ticket.
"Hey!" she yelled, shuffling over to Sasha. "Nice try."
Sasha smiled innocently as Sierra switched suitcases and tickets, wondering how she hadn't noticed the mix-up earlier. "I knew you'd have one more trick up your sleeve," Sierra grabbed her by the hand, dragging her over to the bus she'd almost gone to herself, blushing at how humiliating that would have been. "Have fun," she rolled her eyes, glad to be free of the girl. She walked over to her bus, double-checking her ticket to make sure it was the right one, and waited.
She was so busy looking at herself, hoping the shorts and t-shirt she'd chosen to wear for the ride were cool and mature looking enough, that it took her a little too long to glance around at the rest of the line. She'd been a bit surprised at Sasha's line, having thought she'd see at least one other person there in the uniform, but it seemed they had all decided to be more discrete. Or, maybe, none of them were as big a brat as Sasha.
Now, however, looking at her own line, she was definitely noticing some bulges, some peeks of plastic over the tops of shorts. She looked at her ticket again, then back over at the bus where she'd left Sasha, just in time to see the girl straighten up from digging something out of her suitcase, giving it a wave.
In a flash, Sierra felt both cooler and warmer at the same time, her shorts seeming to shorten, but also expand, the summer heat trapped inside by a crinkly outer layer that she was very familiar with. She gasped, eyes flicking towards the suitcase, which she recognized now as Sasha's, a final look at her bus ticket showing Sasha's name at the top now, too, instead of her own. The one she'd had had been her own after all! Sasha must have been able to conjure up some quick, dirty illusion spell to make her think otherwise, and Sierra had fallen for it hook, line and sinker, handing her wand over to Sasha herself, then taking her place.
"She did it again!" she fumed, stomping her foot, her sneakers and mis-matched low cut socks replaced with the frilly ankle socks and shiny yellow Mary Janes she'd put on Sasha that morning. "Don't you move a muscle!" she yelled across the bus station. "You are...!"
"Whoa, there," Sierra felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to find Marion there, smiling down at her. "What are you so upset for, cutie? It looks like you're extra-ready to get started, so there's no reason to scream and throw a fit. We're almost ready to get going..." She gently took Sierra's ticket out of her hand, "Sasha."
"No!" Sierra shook her head. "No, I'm not Sasha! I'm Sierra, and I'm supposed...!"
"Sure, sweetie, you can go by whatever you want," Marion nodded agreeably. "I'll tell you what, since you're such a good little camper that you're already in uniform, I'm going to let you get on the bus first."
"No, I don't wanna get on the bus!" Sierra protested. "This isn't my bus!"
Marion raised an eyebrow. "It isn't? Then why do you have Camp Wannawaddle's logo on your shirt, little duckling?"
"I'm not a duckling!" Sierra pouted.
"I don't know," Marion teased. "You have a bill," she patted the sun hat, and the duck face decorating it, "and, as big as those diapers are, I know you have quite a waddle. Why don't you show it to me?" She gave Sierra's a playful swat on the diaper, ushering her to the front of the line. "I thought so! Look at you go, duckling!"
No matter what Sierra did, Marion refused to listen to her, and she was practically herded onto the bus, buckled into place, watching unhappily as she saw Sasha out the window, filing onto the bus to magic camp. That trip would be nice and short, she knew, the bus apparating to take them most of the way once it had vanished out of Muggle sight into a tunnel a few miles from the bus station.
Sierra's bus ride was much longer and bumpier, and that bad feeling in her tummy only got worse with each bounce, making her worry that there had been a reason Sasha had brought her breakfast in bed after all, and that the girl had put something in her food. By the time they arrived at the camp, Sierra's face was red and sweaty from the exertion of holding it in, almost afraid to get up off of her seat, worried she might lose control as soon as her bottom was off the bench.
She nearly did, too, blushing as she felt a fart rumble through her padding, accompanied with something a bit more solid. She froze in place, using every ounce of control she had to make it stop, leaving her with only a small mushy spot, though that was bad enough. She hurried off the bus in a panic, searching for a bathroom, not knowing if there even was one readily available.
"Hey," Marion grabbed her by the hand. "Where are you going? You need to wait in line to get your suitcase, silly!"
"Nooo!" Sierra whimpered, bouncing in place desperately. "I need a potty!"
"No, you don't," Marion smiled. "Don't you remember where you are, sweetie? You don't have to bother with those anymore! Come on, I know you're nervous, but what better time than now?"
"No! I want a potty now!" Sierra demanded. Luckily, Marion shrugged, and directed her towards the outhouse. Sierra toddled off at top speed, biting down hard on her bottom lip, determined to make it. She wasn't sure she would, or how much it would matter thanks to the little accident she'd already had, but, thankfully, she did, throwing open the door and sliding down her plastic pants, reaching for her diaper pins.
It was only then that she recalled the enchantment she'd put on those. "No, no, no," she groaned, fumbling uselessly with the pins. "That was for Sasha, not me!"
The spell didn't care. The person wearing them wasn't able to undo them, no matter who that was. She yanked the plastic pants back up, spinning around towards the door, ready to race back to ask for the counselor's help, and hope she'd get it, only to feel a cramp. Automatically, she could feel herself start to squat, her padded bottom landing right on the toilet seat, which was all her brain needed to think it was time to relieve itself.
There was no stopping it this time. Sierra gasped and grunted, rear inches from the toilet, separated only by her diaper, which she was rapidly filling. "This isn't fair!" This wasn't supposed to be happening to her! It was supposed to be Sasha in this position!
It took her a while to work up the courage to trudge back outside, her diaper bulging, her shirt far too short to completely hide what she'd done, no matter how much she pulled at it. "There you are!" Marion called, spotting her, trotting over, suitcase in hand. "Here, this is..." She paused, sniffing the air, Sierra wanting to sink into the ground as the girl looked down at her with a grin. "Did you...?" She set the bag down, taking Sierra by the shoulders to spin her around. "Good job, sweetie! I knew you were ready!"
She turned Sierra back around, giving her a hug, the witch wanting nothing more than to pretend this wasn't happening. Instead, Marion shouted, "Hey, counselors! Guess who already used their diapers?" Sierra blushed bright red as Marion kept her turned around, holding her in place, droopy diaper showing to everyone else, who was cheering and shouting her words of encouragement. "Don't be too jealous, I've already claimed her for my cabin!" Marion looped a pink bandana around Sierra's neck, under the collar of her uniform shirt, tying it in place.
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Pooping herself had been bad enough, and she almost would have rather been punished for it, rather than praised, as if this was what she was supposed to do. And now, it was happening all over again.
"The first messy diaper pin goes to Sierra!" the director announced, earning a round of applause. Sierra stayed frozen in her seat until Marion gave her a gentle push.
"Go on," the counselor said. "Get up there!"
Reluctantly, Sierra hopped down off the chair, waddling up to the director, the feeling of all those eyes on her nearly paralyzing her as she turned around, the directing attaching a pin to commemorate what Sierra had done to her bandana. "C-Can I go sit down again now?" she asked quietly, desperate to be out of the spotlight.
"Not yet," the director laughed, patting her on the shoulder. "You see, our little Sierra here won something else, too. Some of our campers were sent here because they had a bedwetting problem, but this little girl blew them all away. This might be another record! She also had the most consecutive wet nights! It wasn't even a competition, because she didn't wake up dry even once, did you?"
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The cabins were pretty nice, all things considered. They had bunk beds, mostly, but they each also had a few cribs, with more in storage that could be moved in to replace some of the bunk beds, if needed.
Most of the girls in Sierra's cabin were there voluntarily, having come there to experience a place they could live out their fantasies safely. As long as it wasn't a day when they had to wear uniforms, they could be in diapers if they liked, or training pants, or Goodnites, or whatever they liked, other than panties. They had to be padded to some degree, and they were encouraged to use that padding, though not forced to. Nobody was, at least at first. Even the ones who had been sent there as a punishment had an option for the first week or two, to ease them into it, although they had to be in diapers full-time.
Sierra, theoretically, didn't have to use her diapers, either, except for the fact that all of the diaper pins in her suitcase had been hit with the same spell the first ones had, which meant that she would be doing exactly that if she couldn't get anyone to unfasten them for her. Considering this whole camp was meant to help her get used to using them, that was quite the feat, even during the day.
At night, it was worse. Everyone had to sleep in a crib at least one night a week, and if they liked it, they could choose to have one permanently. Sierra had been eyeing them ever since she'd been shepherded into the cabin by Marion, wondering how long she could put off her turn, and trying to decide which of her cabin mates she should ask to bunk with her. She found the idea that people would choose to come here a little strange, but she wasn't going to judge them too harshly. The ones being punished reminded her too much of Sasha, anyway, which just made her more angry at the girl.
"What are you doing?" Marion asked when she finally settled on a girl to approach. "Didn't your Mommy tell you?" Sierra frowned, looking up at her, confused. "Your Mommy paid extra so that you could have a crib the whole stay."
"B-But I don't want a crib," Sierra shook her head. "I was gonna see if Anna..."
"Sorry, Sierra, it isn't up to you," Marion shrugged. "She also told us you need an early bedtime so you won't be cranky in the morning, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to tuck you in now, and you're going to miss campfire time."
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Missing campfire time meant being stuck in her crib, alone, unable to get out, or escape her diapers, for hours every night. And then, when the rest of the girls got back, Marion didn't ask if she needed a change, or check her, as if she really thought she would already be asleep, or that she wouldn't have woken up when the rest of the campers came in to get ready for bed. So, of course Sierra had woken up soaked every morning!
"I-It wasn't really my fault," Sierra tried to explain as the next badge was pinned to her bandana.
"Of course not," the director patted her on the head. "You can't help what your bladder does in your sleep! Hey, where are you going?" Sierra groaned, stopping in her tracks. "In fact, like all our little ducklings should aspire to, Sierra here can't help what her bladder does anytime, can you?"
"Yes, I can!" Sierra stomped her shiny, yellow Mary Janes.
"Then that's even better!" the director grinned. "That means she chose to use her diapers so much that she also earned our badge for the most diaper changes!"
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Sierra had tried her best to keep that from happening, but the odds were stacked against her. Sasha's mother hadn't just bought her a permanent crib spot, she'd also given the mess hall specific instructions for what she was allowed to eat, which was mostly oatmeal and high fiber baby food, and ordered that the counselors be sure she was well-hydrated at all times. Marion was an excellent counselor, too, keeping a close eye on everyone at all times, so she didn't have many opportunities, at least when she wasn't locked in her crib for the night, but, eventually, she had a chance to enact her plan.
She'd fallen and scraped her knee during a game of hopscotch, and, after the nurse had given her a band-aid, she'd told Marion she didn't want to play anymore, and the counselor had sent her back to the cabin to rest while she stayed and watched the other girls. As soon as she was inside, Sierra scurried to her suitcase, tucked underneath her crib, pulling out all the diaper pins, with their stupid little duck heads.
It wasn't entirely fair, what she was about to do, but it was still better than what had happened to her. If she just switched out a pair or two with everyone else's, then nobody would know any different. She could have all regular ones, and then she wouldn't be stuck futilely begging Marion for help every time she had to use the bathroom.
"Please?" she'd sniffle.
"I already told you, Sierra, you can go if you want to, but you're earning our cabin so many points!" Their cabin was in the lead of the humiliating little competition the camp had going on. The cabins got one point for every wet diaper, two for every messy one, with the promise of a private ice cream party at the end of camp for the winner. Even then, Sierra had been the top earner, not just in the pink cabin, but the whole camp.
"Then it's okay if I skip one time, isn't it? We're already ahead!"
"That is a quitter's attitude, duckling," Marion would tell her. "But you know where the outhouse is."
She never understood. "I know!" Sierra would whine. "But you hafta come help me!"
"I think if you're a big enough girl to decide not to use your diapers," Marion would say, "then you're big enough to handle it all by yourself."
She'd had the bright idea to try the other counselors, thinking they might agree to help so that her cabin wouldn't get as many points, but they had the same attitude as Marion. Asking the other campers, who either wanted to be here, or had earned their spot in this place, felt too embarrassing. She got the courage up for it once, and immediately regretted it.
"You need my help, huh?" the girl had smirked. "What for? What are you going to do?" Sierra had bashfully admitted that she was going to poop, which was why she was desperate enough to turn to her. "Hey, everyone!" the girl had shouted. "Sierra's gonna fill her diaper again! Come watch!" And she'd held Sierra in place, bottom facing out, until she had, making her put on a show for everyone who stopped by to see.
She felt bad, thinking she might be sentencing her cabin-mates to a similar fate. Of course, with the pins distributed among all of them, there was a good chance they wouldn't end up with a full set at any one time. And they might want to use their diaper, so the pins would only come off when Marion was changing them anyway. Besides, most of them only wore cloth diapers on uniform days, having packed disposables, and training pants, to wear otherwise.
But that never happened. She was still rooting through the first girl's luggage, trying to find where she had her diaper pins stashed, when Marion walked in on her. "Sierra!" she scolded, making her jump. "What do you think you're doing, young lady?"
"I-I was just..." Sierra's mind raced.
"These aren't your things, are they?" Marion demanded, closing the suitcase, zipping it up. "I'm very disappointed in you, Sierra! I didn't think you were a little thief!"
"I'm not!" Sierra insisted.
But Marion wouldn't believe her, probably because there was no good reason Sierra could come up with for what she'd been doing. Marion kept her even closer by her side, ready with a bottle at the slightest sign that she might be dehydrated, except when she was being punished.
Sierra had been to the laundry room many times already. The campers had to go there at least once a day, if they had worn cloth diapers during that time, to hand over the contents of their diaper pails to be washed and returned to them the next day. And, if they messed in their cloth diapers, they had to make a special trip to have those cleaned as soon as they were changed. Thanks to her diet, Sierra would sometimes end up there more than once a day, for that alone! And then, on one particularly mortifying day when Marion was a little too liberal with giving her bottles, she also had to empty her pail of soggy diapers a second time, after the usual morning deposit, because it was out of room!
That wasn't why she was there this time, although, of course, she did have some used diapers to turn in. She stood by awkwardly once she had, wondering if the workers knew she'd been sent here as discipline, or if she was supposed to tell them herself.
Finally, she got her answer when one of them said, "You can go now, you know."
"Umm..." she blushed. "Actually, I can't. I'm s'posed to..."
"Oh, that's you," the worker nodded. "Well, that's only fair, I guess. Most of these are yours anyway."
Sierra squirmed, listening to the workers chuckle at that, wishing she could dispute it, but as she wiggled, she could feel a wet spot in the diaper Marion had just pinned her into. She'd hoped they wouldn't recognize her, or that they just didn't pay attention to any of the campers, but obviously, that wasn't true.
"Well, go on, then," a laundry basket was pushed towards her. "Get going."
So, Sierra spent part of every afternoon after that hanging up diapers to dry on the clothesline, trying not to think about how many of them were hers, while the ones she was wearing grew soggier and soggier. One time, when she brought a load in, one of the workers gave hers a squeeze and declared, "You're almost leaking!" and, without another word, changed her right then and there, in the middle of the laundry room floor, into one of the diapers she'd just brought in off the line.
If she could undo her diaper pins, if she could eat what everyone else did at mess hall, if Marion wasn't always giving her bottles, then maybe she wouldn't have gone through so many diapers. But, unfortunately, all of those things were true, and there wasn't much she could do about any of them.
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"Do we have a final count on how many she used?" the director joked. "Oh, our calculators can't count that high?"
Sierra stomped her foot as another swell of laughter came from the crowd, directed at her. She was so glad that, for whatever reason, Sasha's parents weren't here to see this. She hadn't been sure why, other than that her magic camp had been over earlier, so when Sasha's dad had gone to pick what he thought would be Sierra up, he'd gotten his daughter instead. Who knew what Sasha had told them about what had happened, why she'd been at the other camp. She may even have claimed that they'd both gone to magic camp, and Sierra had headed directly home, giving them no reason to think about coming here.
"All right," the director smiled. "All kidding aside, there's another thing this little duckling here went off the scale on."
"Nooo," Sierra groaned. "Don't tell them that!" She only got grumpier when her protests got more of a reaction from the crowd.
"We have a tradition here on our last night to hold a contest," the director explained. "And you'll never guess who won!"
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"We already won the cabin contest," Sierra sulked. "Why do I have to do this?!"
"We haven't won yet," Marion told her patiently, layering on another cloth diaper. "I mean, we have, there's no way any of the other cabins will get enough points to beat us, but technically, the contest isn't over."
"Then why can't someone else do it?" Sierra grumbled.
"Everyone voted for you," Marion reminded her. Everyone except Sierra, of course. Only one person from each cabin was allowed to enter the contest, and they were all supposed to hold a secret vote to decide which one it would be. It hadn't really been a surprise to see that she'd won, though she had hoped to see at least one other name come up, besides the one she'd put in. "You're going to be fine!"
"No, I'm not!" Sierra pouted, kicking her legs as Marion pulled the huge pile of cloth up between her legs. "I'm not even going to be able to walk in this!"
"Good thing you won't have to," Marion said. "I'll carry you to the mess hall if I have to."
And she had. Sierra could take a few shaky steps, but as soon as Marion had announced it was time to go, she'd plopped down onto the floor and refused to move, which had done nothing to stop Marion from picking her up and taking her to the stage, with the representatives from the other cabins, sitting there in their own giant diapers.
"All right," the camp director clapped. "We're all here now! The rules are simple: everyone from each contestant's cabin is allowed to give them one bottle of juice each, whenever they want before the end of supper. Once supper ends, we weigh each of the diapers, and whoever has the soggiest one wins!"
It was so silly, so ridiculous, that Sierra almost hadn't believed it when it had been announced at breakfast that morning, but now, here she was, sitting there, barely able to move in her huge diaper, scowling as Anna came up to her with the first bottle. "I'm not thirst..." Sierra started, but Anna either didn't care, or just wanted to win, and silenced her with the bottle's nipple, her mouth filling with apple juice.
After four weeks here, unable to get her diapers off, being kept so well hydrated, Sierra's control had been slipping. She still blamed her morning wet diapers on being stuck in her crib so long, but weeks ago, she'd started to notice that they were definitely wetter when she woke up than when she went to sleep, and there were plenty of times when she wouldn't know she had gone until Marion checked her, or she noticed her pants feeling a bit heavier than before.
She hadn't had any real messy accidents yet, but she'd gotten very close to it when she was distracted at arts and crafts, and realized she needed to go just a few moments before it happened. Her mushy diet, with all its extra fiber, made it hard to stop it once it started, yet she'd always known it was going to happen so, in her mind, it wasn't a full accident.
At least, not until now. She blamed it on the extra big diaper, keeping her from being able to close her legs at all, and the humiliation of sitting up in front of everyone like that, guzzling bottle after bottle of juice. She could tell she was uncomfortable, but she didn't think anything of it as she squirmed in place until a boy from another cabin shouted, "Eww! Pink cabin is cheating!"
"What are you talking about?" Marion demanded, appearing suddenly to defend her, only for her expression to instantly change. "Sierra! What are you doing?"
"What are you talking about?" Sierra rolled her eyes. "I'm not doing anything!"
Marion proved her wrong, pressing one hand against her diaper, squelching the contents against the girl's bottom. Sierra gasped, fidgeting in place, her eyes growing wider when she realized she'd not only pooped her pants without noticing, but that it was still happening. She tried frantically to stop it, but her legs stayed stubbornly wide thanks to her diaper, and she could barely even feel the pressure from her hand through all the padding, no matter how hard she pressed.
"She should be disqualified!" the boy who had noticed it first called out. "It's soggiest diaper, not messiest!"
"You should take away all of the points she earned her cabin, too!" someone else suggested. Sierra shrank back, feeling the rest of her cabin glaring at her, angry at the prospect that, because of this, they might lose the contest, and the ice cream party they'd been so certain was in the bag, all the while still helplessly messing herself, to add insult to injury.
"Hold on!" Marion silenced them. "I know this is against the rules, but just feel her diaper!" The camp director did exactly that, giving the still-growing lump of mush a squeeze as she did, making Sierra blush even deeper.
"Wow," the director nodded. "I think the other counselors should weigh in, but you have a point."
Sierra opened her mouth to protest, not wanting anyone else to check her, certainly not until her tummy was empty, but Anna shot her a dirty look that shut her up immediately, made her sit by, blushing, as all the counselors did. "I think," Marion said at the end, "she needs another layer, don't you?"
Even with the contest on the line, the other counselors didn't deny how close she was to leaking, despite how big her diaper was. And, while they couldn't fairly weigh her diaper, it was decided that since she'd gotten one more layer wet than anyone else was even wearing that she was still the winner.
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"Sierra here really earned this," the director held up the 'Soggiest diaper' badge, "more than anyone else who's ever gotten it! She soaked more diapers at once than any of them, and she even left a little surprise. Well, not so little, I guess."
"Stooop!" Sierra pouted, tears of embarrassment welling up in her eyes as the audience reacted, and she had another pin added to her bandana, the director holding her in place, still denying her the ability to return to her seat to hide.
"This last badge is one that isn't quite so easy to quantify. I talked to all the counselors, and we debated about it for a while, and there was really only one choice, no matter how much we wanted to give somebody else a chance. Only one camper stayed in her uniform the whole time, and didn't even bother wearing shorts or a skirt over her diaper even once. Only one camper, ever, has won every other badge at once. If we had a hall of fame for best campers, we'd have no choice but to induct her into it. You, Sierra, are..."
"No!" Sierra stomped her foot again. The whole speech, she'd been pulling harder and harder on her shirt, as if the whole audience hadn't already seen more than enough of her diapers while she stood up there the rest of the time, her eyes growing wetter and wetter. "No, I don't want it! I don't want any more badges! I shouldn't even be here! I just wanna go home!"
"See?" the director chuckled. "She's just showing you all how much she belongs here."
"No, I don't!" Sierra stomped, and this time, her foot slipped and she dropped down onto her squishy, diapered bottom with a thud. "I don't!" she wailed, falling onto her back in frustration, kicking and flailing her arms. "I'm not a baby, I'm not!"
"Poor little duckling is having a meltdown," the directed cooed condescendingly. "I'm sure she's just homesick, and upset that her Mommy is here, but I've been keeping her up here so long so she can't go to her."
"No, I'm not!" Sierra fumed. "My Mommy's not here, because I'm not a baby, and I don't belong here, and..."
"Sierra!" That one, single word snapped her out of it, although it was more the voice saying it than the word itself. Sierra froze, swallowing nervously as she sat up, praying she was wrong about who it belonged to.
Sure enough, there, standing next to the director, hands on her hips, was Sasha's mother, her husband standing behind her, along with Sasha herself, looking quite smug in one of the outfits Sierra had packed for herself. "H-How long have you been here?" she asked quietly, feeling her diaper grow warmer beneath her.
"The whole time," Sasha's mother informed her. "Now, you get up right now, young lady, and apologize to everyone for this tantrum."
Sierra wanted to explain, to tell her the whole story, but she'd only heard this tone of voice from her before when she was scolding Sasha, and it sent her quickly, obediently to her feet. "S-Sorry," she said to the audience, before turning to the camp director. "Umm... S-Sorry."
"That's all right," the woman smiled. "You're just showing everyone how you're a 'Camp Wannawaddle baby forever.'" She pinned the final badge, with those last four words emblazoned on it, to Sierra's bandana.
"Tell her thank you!" Sasha's mother snapped after a long, silent moment, punctuating it with a swat to the back of Sierra's diaper that, despite the thickness of it, made the girl yelp in pain.
"Th-Thank you!" Sierra squealed.
"Now, then," Sasha's mother took Sierra's hand. "I think we'd better get her home."
Sierra was led back through the middle of the audience, hearing applause the whole way. She didn't want to think about whether it was for her, and everything she'd won, or Sasha's mom for dealing with her.
"I-I can explain," she told them, once they were in the car.
"I don't think you need to," Sasha's mother replied. "We went to pick you up at your magic camp, and found an incredibly skilled, respectful Sasha there instead. And now, we come here, and hear all about what an immature little baby you've been this entire time."
"It isn't my fault!" Sierra insisted. "Sasha stole my wand, and...!"
"And she used it to prove how mature she can be," the girl's father interrupted. "After what I just heard, and saw, I think you've proven that you deserved everything that happened to you at Sasha's school. And here."
"If anything, you need to apologize to Sasha for getting her in trouble at school," Sasha's mother agreed. "It's too bad we all didn't see what she did, back then. But we do now. Her father and I have spent this whole time getting her nursery ready, but it's obvious she isn't the one who needs it."
"I-I don't either!" Sierra sputtered in disbelief.
Sasha's eyes lit up. "Does this mean we get to keep her?"
"No, you don't!" Sierra glared at her, lunging towards her. "Give me back my wand, you little brat!"
"Hey!" Sasha's father turned around in his seat. "You're already in for a spanking when we get back, Sierra. If you keep this up, I'm taking you right back to the front of that crowd and giving you one there, too, in front of them." Sierra shrank back, silent even before Sasha's mother slid a pacifier into her mouth to shut her up.
"Look at you," Sasha whispered as the car started, and they began the long drive back. "Not only was I a better teacher's assistant than you would have been, I'm a better witch than you. You were supposed to help my parents turn me into a big baby, and now that's all you are."
"No, I'm not," Sierra pouted behind her pacifier.
"Sierra," Sasha's father gave her a pointed look in the rearview mirror, and she shut up again, sucking nervously on her pacifier as she dribbled into her already wet diaper. "Don't tease her too much, Sasha. We were impressed with what your teachers told us, but if you start acting like your old self, you can easily end up right there beside her."
Despite the threat, Sasha smirked, tapping the last badge Sierra had gotten, her message clear, as if Sierra hadn't already gotten it from the way she'd spent her last four weeks, or all of those other badges she'd earned. She was a baby, forever.