This choice: Crawl to aggressive Abby • Go Back...Chapter #7Crawl to aggressive Abby by: Hana   As much as I feel like I'll regret this, I want to try trusting my new friend here, plus I at least know that Abby has some genuine interest in me instead of just being a girl she helped or something. So reluctantly I start crawling to Abby, who beams at me with joy. "There we go, what a smawt wittle girl!" She says, patting me on the head. "Ah an you brought a friend! You're a little cutie to Charlotte." She says, Charlotte groaning as she pats her on the head. "Come on, you need a diaper like your sister." She says, making her lay down on the changing mat, blushing light red as she takes off her panties. "Oh my, looks like I'll have to teach you two to never wear these type of naughty, naughty panties again. But that can wait." She says, me and Charlotte looking at each other and gulping.
"Y-You mean this isn't just a prank or some harmless fun or something?" Charlotte says quietly, slapping away the rattle that 'mommy' shakes at her while she slides the diaper under her, pouting. "You're a Junior, what... exactly is all this like..?" She asks, Abby tilting her head curiously and grinning. That is admittedly a good question, I wanted to ask her myself but was a little.. afraid to. Oh no, I feel something building in my bladder... When was the last time I used the bathroom? I can't go in this, right..?
"Oh no, this is super duper serious! Don't worry, in time you two will either learn to love it, want to be a mommy like me or... Well.. The babies who get held back normally spend summer and all their breaks with their Mommies." She says, grinning at me. I gulp, tugging on her sleeve hesitantly. "Yes, what is it princess?" She asks, not turning away as she rubs some oil onto Charlotte, who lets out a few squeaks and squirms. She's really touchy..
"Let me go use the bathroom.." I mutter quietly, gulping and feeling my cheeks light up as she giggles, turning around and holding me by the waist, her other hand pressed against my padded crotch, pressing the padding against me gently. "A-Abby please!"
"Oh no you don't baby. Potty training doesn't start until you start daycare tomorrow, and it'll take even longer before I start potty training you two at home. Tonight and tomorrow morning you and every other little girl on this campus are using your diapers to the fullest." She says, grinning with delight as I start shaking and get teary eyed, feeling myself already lose control as I start wetting myself, the nasty warm wet padding pressed against my skin. "Wow, you're already going! I couldn't have even gotten you to the bathroom if I tried!" She says enthusiastically, having a little to much fun squishing and rubbing my wet diaper. "What a good girl! Be happy you aren't getting potty trained right now, you'd be getting a spanking instead of praised." She says, lifting up my skirt. "You can still wet it further so you're keeping that on Malu. Now be a good girl while Mommy changes your sister's diaper." She says, making me sit down with a rattle. My heart is fluttering in my chest and I feel awful, like all eyes are on me, I just wanna go lie back in my bed and sleep. People are watching, because I'm the first one to use my diaper.. Somebody else please lose control!
"There we go, all done and happy! That wasn't so bad now was it sweetie?" Abby says as she sits up Charlotte, who's pouting and red like a beet, staring down at her diaper.
"I-I mean... I guess it feels kind of nice.. But then it feels way more humiliating than nice... And stuffy." She mutters, the enthusiasm that had been in her eyes before faded into the distance. Abby smiles regardless, grabbing the handles to both of our child leashes and dragging us to the two person stroller.
"Good, ashamed little girls are good little girls. Most of the time." She says as she puts me into the stroller, a strap going between my legs and then over my shoulders, connecting to keep me in place. (Pause here so I don't lose work, will add later.)  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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