Summer'S Vacation

[babyredhead]

Once again great story!!!

[ppbenn]

Arghhhhh! Another cliff hanger, another good chapter please continue soon.

[titefronce]

Great chapter again, thanks a lot!

[Rockies Fan in Diapers]

Okay, now those last couple of chapters are making sense with this additional Chapter. Thank you very Much, & Please do continue!

Rockies Fan. Go Rockies in 2011!

[Summertime]

Another great chapter,it really isn't looking good for Summer

[Princess Pottypants]

Chapter Twenty-One

Being an attractive teenage girl, not to mention a cheerleader, Summer was not unaccustomed to wearing relatively little in public. There was a difference between a short skirt and a blanket clutched desperately around yourself, however, that made her feel incredibly nervous, even disregarding what she was wearing under that afghan, what would be revealed if it slipped.

The sidewalk was warm beneath her feet, not quite to the point of being uncomfortable yet, though, as there were no clouds and the sun was shining quite brightly, she had a feeling that would have changed if she'd waited much longer to make her move. Despite the discomfort at her state of dress, she decided to take that as a sign that she'd made the right choice. Of course, the fact that she might not have another shot that day helped things along, too... After lunch, she was sure she'd be put back in her crib for a nap, and then the girls would play with her... Since her mother was likely to be home for dinner, as she usually was, the chances of her two sitters both going off at once to get ready for that were pretty low.

She wished the afghan was long enough to drape over her head, to hide her face, but doing that would have left her Pull-Up in full view, so, instead, she had to endure letting anyone walking past seeing her with her pacifier, drooling especially fast from her quickened breath. There was a group of neighborhood kids, most of whom she'd known pretty much all her life, screwing around on the sidewalk, and she could feel their gaze on her as she shuffled past, picking up speed, though not too much, since that would only draw more attention to herself.

The gate to the old woman's yard wobbled as she leaned on it, encouraging her to get back up and go through it rather than stand there, worried about what was going to happen in this encounter. She didn't need to push the thing down and land herself in even more trouble, after all. And she still had plenty of time to fret as she made her way across the overgrown front yard.

Had it really been only a day since the last time she'd made this trip? It didn't seem possible, and yet, it hadn't been much more than twenty-four hours ago that Val had come to her with her sad little tale of baseball, and how Summer just had to help her, or she'd be stuck eating lunch by herself for the rest of her life. It was just pitiful enough that Summer couldn't quite bring herself to blame her step-sister for everything that had followed, even if she had set this whole chain of events in motion. Still, if she could do it over again, Summer would have just told her Val to find some better friends.

The porch was old, and looked as if it was practically decaying. She stepped carefully, afraid she'd wind up with a splinter in her foot, then stood in front of the door with a sigh. Despite trying to get here for quite some time, she still hadn't exactly planned out what she was going to do now that she was here. Would her appearance there be enough? Would the woman recognize that she'd suffered more than enough and let her go?

Before she could think of what to do if that wasn't the case, the door swung open, much as it had the day before. And there she stood, just as hunched and ancient looking as she had always been, though, somehow, she managed to look much taller than she had at the last meeting. "Yes?" her voice crackled.

Summer's heart began to pound wildly. What if she was wrong? What if this old woman had nothing to do with this, and she had just risked getting into trouble to show herself to some poor, half-senile person who had no idea what she was talking about? Had this been a huge mistake?

"Well, what is it?" the woman asked, making Summer jump as she pounded her walking stick on the porch. Summer whimpered, trying to push the pacifier from her mouth to explain, only to find it just as stuck as always, managing only to dampen her chin even more. Her heart sank and she nearly burst into tears, certain that she'd screwed up, that she should have been trying to beg Heather for mercy after all.

Then the old woman smiled her crooked grin. "Oh, that's right, you can't talk like that, can you, dear?" She reached out, plucking the pacifier from Summer's mouth. "Well?"

"Fank 'oo!" Summer said, still on the verge of crying, now from relief. "I'm so sowwy, pwease..."

"Oh, that's so annoying," the woman shook her head. As she did it, Summer could feel something changing in her tongue as it became somehow less stiff, more like its old self.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed, the wave of relief at being able to finally speak normally again nearly dropping her to her knees, even if she was still stuck with the aftertaste of soap in her mouth. "Please... I'm so sorry about TPing your house! It was me, I admit it, and I'll never do it again! Just, please, you have to undo all this!"

The woman stared at her with a smirk. "I have to?" One eyebrow raised, and she started to push the pacifier back towards Summer's face.

"N-No, you don't have to, of course," Summer corrected herself quickly. "But please...."

"Why should I?"

Summer's mouth flapped open and shut a time or two, not sure what kind of an answer the woman was looking for. "B-Because I've learned my lesson?" she tried hopefully.

"Have you? You just demanded I fix all this, even though you clearly have no leverage over me, or, for that matter, anyone."

"But... I-I didn't mean it that way!" Summer pleaded. "It's just a saying..."

"I don't know," she shook her head. "I think you're still too big for your britches, even when they're these." Summer blushed as the woman lifted her cane, using the end to push aside the afghan and reveal her Pull-Up.

"Please," Summer sniffled, letting go of the blanket to clutch her hands together. "I have to go back to school at the end of the week..."

"I wouldn't count on that. Your family already thinks you've been like this for years now, and they barely let you go off on your own. Tomorrow I think they'll believe you've always been this way, that you never went away to school because you're just a big baby, and you have no use for that sort of thing..."

"No!" Summer shook her head, tears starting to flow down her cheeks now. "Please, don't do that..."

"It's too late to stop it now," the woman shrugged. "It was already set in motion when I started the spell yesterday. The only way to keep that from happening is to destroy the spell completely."

"Then will you do that?" Summer asked hopefully. "Please, please..." She fell down onto her knees, afghan sliding all the way off her shoulders. She hoped nobody happened to be watching this conversation, but she knew she couldn't afford to be modest now, if that's what the cost would be. "I swear, I'll... I'll help you out around the house whenever I'm home for breaks. I'll fix this place up, and... And I can buy your groceries and stuff for you then, too..."

"You think my house would look like this if I didn't want it to?" The woman cackled. "You're even stupider than I thought. You're nothing but a silly little infant."

"You're right!" Summer agreed eagerly, although it pained her to do so, making her cry all the harder. "Th-That's all I am!"

The woman paused for a moment, staring down at the sobbing girl at her feet. "Well... I suppose I could break the spell," she told her after a moment.

Summer sniffled and looked up, hardly able to believe her ears. "R-Really?"

"Yes," the woman nodded. "IF... And only if... You get everyone else involved in that little prank of yours to apologize to me. In person."

"How am I supposed to do that?" Summer whined, thinking of how closely she was usually watched, how unlikely it was that she'd be allowed to make a phone call.

"I think you'll get a little help with that," the woman grinned. "But in the meantime, to make sure you don't forget what a helpless brat you admitted you are..." She reached out with her cane again, this time tapping the Pull-Up. Before Summer's eyes, the garment began to expand, padding swelling up around her, the princesses and flowers that decorated it morphing into Elmo. From the corner of her eye, she could see her training bra transforming as well, though it wasn't until she actually looked at it that she saw it also had Elmo on it, matching the Pamper she was in now perfectly.

"Now, toddle on home," the woman instructed her, pushing the pacifier into her mouth. Even before the soap began to flow again, Summer could feel her tongue growing thick and awkward again, and knew that she'd had the power of normal speech snatched away.

But she didn't dare protest any of it. She nodded, sniffling, as she stood, looking around for the afghan, only to find it gone. Cheeks flushing red, she braced herself and stood with as much dignity as she could muster, turning and starting to walk away.

"There we go," the woman called. "That's much better! Just like old times, isn't it, Summer?" When Summer turned, the woman was already gone, though she was sure she was still watching her. She didn't like the sound of this "help" she was supposedly going to be getting, but if it got her out of diapers, it had to be worth it, right?

She didn't have long to worry about that, as a few moments later, she felt a hand clamping around her wrist, and she looked up in surprise to find Heather standing there. "You're in big trouble, young lady."

Before Summer could even try to protest, she was being dragged back across the old woman's yard, and then down the sidewalk, where her now even more humiliating attire was on full display for the neighborhood kids, who started laughing hysterically as soon as they saw her. She was sure she could feel her whole face turning red as she was pulled past them, only one hand free to try to hide what she was wearing, even though there was no use in bothering with that. They'd seen, they knew... And soon, she was sure, the rest of the kids on the street would hear how an eighteen year old was being led through the street like a naughty toddler, in a diaper and training bra and pacifier.

Valerie came jogging up to them from the opposite direction as they reached the house. "Oh, good, you found her," she said, slightly out of breath.

"Yeah," Heather nodded, turning to see the group of kids that had followed them. "She's in for quite a spanking for this!" she announced, loud enough for them all to hear and start giggling as Summer was pushed into her house. She knew it had to be her imagination, but she was sure she could still hear them laughing a few minutes later, in between her own whimpers and the sound of Heather's hand slapping across her wriggling, red backside.

[Guest]

Worth the wait! It looks like Summer isn't going to be physically regressed. Awesome! Though I sure hope she can get everyone to apologize in the next 24 hours.....

.... Well, no I don't. But I can't wait to see if she makes it, or fails brilliantly!

Thanks again!

[Baby Flo]

I feel like long_rifle. I love the new chapter like the whole story. Let’s see what she can do to follow her neighbour wish and what happens after that… but I hope there is much to read until then.

It is too good!

*hugs and kisses*

Flo

[Summertime]

Another great chapter, well written and exciting. I am enjoying Summers plight and although I would like to see her returned to "£normal" part of me would like to see small elements remain, perhaps short periods as a "babay" to remind her not to be so unkind to Val.

[Bonsai]

I love how you turned things up.

[thong5]

Another great chapter. Lets see how summer does and what help she gets,i can't wait.

[ppbenn]

This has been another wonderful chapter, Princesspottypants. I hope this fantastic story continues on shortly.

[Princess Pottypants]

Chapter Twenty-Two

It was only once Heather started to re-dress Summer, taping the diaper back up over her freshly warmed bottom, that she noticed her change in apparel. "When did you change?" she wondered out loud.

"Hmm?" Valerie turned back around from heading to the dining room.

"No, not you, her," Heather said, nodding down at the sniffling girl on her lap. "She was wearing a Pull-Up earlier... I didn't think she had enough time to diaper herself and run away..."

"What?" Valerie's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't think you did, not unless you brought one of your little sister's... We don't have any Pull-Ups. Summy gets all upset when mommy tries to buy them for her, and throws a tantrum, so we just stopped trying."

Summer's eyes went wide at this news and she shook her head, for all the good that did her. She had a terrible feeling that if she were to look in her room now, Valerie would be right, and it hadn't been just the Pull-Up she was wearing that got morphed into a Pamper. Much as she disliked her Pull-Ups, the thought of losing them, like a small child who claimed she was ready for potty training but just couldn't pull it off yet, no matter how hard she tried, was like a punch in the gut, nearly knocking all the air from her lungs. It did manage to cause a hard bite on her pacifier, forcing the last of the soap out.

Heather seemed more than a little surprised by this news as well, though not nearly as much, of course. "But she still goes poopy in the potty?" she ventured a guess.

"She's supposed to," Val rolled her eyes at Summer. "Though you wouldn't have guessed it by how she acted this morning. I swear, it's like she doesn't want to go back to school." Summer shook her head, trying to deny it, but her step-sister took it another way. "Then why don't you just tell mommy and daddy that, Summy-Tum? They were so nervous about sending you in the first place, you know they won't mind if you decide you're not ready yet. You don't have to prove it, you know... It's not like we want to deal with your messy butt."

Summer sniffled poutily, silenced by her pacifier, unable to clarify what she meant, or even deny any of what Valerie was saying about her in a way that she could make the others understand. This must be what it felt like to be a toddler, she realized - thinking what you're trying to convey is obvious, only to find that nobody gets it the way they're meant to.

"Aww, it's okay," Heather told her, patting Summer's head. "We don't mind it THAT much, stinky. But we do mind you running off when we told you not to, so you're going to sit in the corner until your lunch is ready." Heather escorted the unhappy Summer to the corner of the room. Summer was confused when she saw no chair waiting for her, and started to sit on the floor, only to have Heather grab her arm and pull her back up. "Hold on, I'll be right back with your seat. Luckily, I had a feeling you were going to be a naughty little girl again, so I brought you another present."

That didn't sound good at all. Summer's stomach churned anxiously as she listened to Heather's feet retreating across the house, and then outside. She started to turn around, wondering if she could use this time to try to call one of the other girls who had TPed the old woman's house with her, but Valerie was sitting on the couch, watching her. "Nose in the corner," she said sternly, with the air of a person all too used to having to say that. While it might not be by all that much, Summer was bigger than Val, and could have taken her if need be, but it would still take time, probably too much to do that and make a call, and then she'd be in even worse trouble. She couldn't help but wonder just where this supposed help she was meant to be getting was. Sullenly, she turned back around until she heard the front door opening again.

She couldn't help but sneak a peek at what Heather was bringing in, sure it wouldn't be good. She was right. Heather was carrying what looked a lot like a combination of the car seat she'd been put in the day before and the seat of her high chair, a cloth-covered plastic seat with a tray in front, though this tray had various toys sprouting from it, flowers and blocks firmly attached that no doubt spun or lit up, or something like that. The seat had legs attached, stretching down to a circular base with wheels on it. The thing was all pink and white, very feminine and cute, and, undeniably, infantile.

"Doesn't this look fun?" Heather asked as she set it down next to the pouting Summer who couldn't help but stare at the contraption. "You can't play with any of it now, but once your corner time is over, there's all these toys attached, and if you're big enough, you can even run around a little... Though not outside, like you did before. That's bad." Heather wagged her finger at Summer, then plucked her up, setting her into the walker.

Summer could see it growing beneath her as she was lowered into it, hoping that it wouldn't get too big. Like the car seat, the padding on the plastic was well-worn, leaving little protection for her sore, twice-spanked already that day, bottom, and while there were no straps to keep her in, there was a barrier of plastic between her legs that forced them even further apart than her diaper. Unlike the car seat or her high chair, she slid right in, in more of a standing position than a seated one. The whole thing sank slightly as she was put inside, giving her a second of hope that it would break before it rose back up, bobbing gently. Even when she was at the lowest part of her bounce, however, her feet just barely brushed the floor, certainly not enough to find any sort of purchase.

"Aww, still too small," Heather shook her head with a giggle. "Well, that's all right. It'll make you easier to keep track of. Now, sit there and think about what you did until your big sister tells you your punishment is over."

Summer sniffled, doing her best not to start crying until Heather had walked away, though a few tears did manage to escape despite her best efforts. What was she going to do now? She knew there would be no getting out of this thing on her own - it didn't stop her from making a few futile attempts at pushing herself up and out - and even if Heather or Valerie was stupid enough to leave her right by the phone, it was mounted too high up on the wall for her to reach this way. Maybe she'd be able to reach the phone in Heather's pocket if Heather was standing close enough and not paying attention, but she wasn't even sure about that. It wasn't fair! She'd been given one way to get out of this horrible situation, and now there was no way she could do even that?

"Hey, what's wrong?" she heard a few minutes later, through her tears. She looked up to find Valerie kneeling next to her, looking concerned. "It's all right, Summy... Don't be sad. Look, your punishment is over now, okay?" She spun the walker around so it was facing the main part of the living room. "You can play now. Look, isn't this fun?" She reached over and spun the head of the flower on the tray, making it cycle through several colors before landing on purple. "Don't be sad." Valerie stood back up, pushing down on the seat to start it bouncing.

Summer waited for the motion to stop, but after a minute she realized that wasn't going to be happening. She just kept going up and down, unable to halt it, or even slow it, not even when Val gave her a bottle of apple juice to drink, trapped in her seat until, at last, Heather came and picked her up, carrying her to the dining room, where she was strapped into the inescapable seat of her high chair, where the tray was soon filled with a plate of fish sticks, tater tots, and peas, the first two cut up into tiny bits. She was, again, given no silverware, but she didn't mind it nearly as much this time around, except on the peas. They could be tricky enough to try to corral on a spoon; she was surprised to find them just as difficult to catch by hand. Still, the meal wasn't nearly as messy as breakfast had been, and she barely had any need for her bib, at least until Heather took away her plate and came back with "dessert".

"You'll never believe what I found in your fridge!" Heather exclaimed as she set it down on the tray. "Or, I guess you will, won't you? Since Val told me you buy it for yourself... And isn't that sweet? But since you were such a good baby, eating your big girl food, I thought I'd let you have some of this as a treat."

Summer shook her head as she stared down at the little jar, managing to get out, "Fuww...", only to blush at how difficult even that had been to say. Was it getting even harder to speak?

"Nonsense," Heather shook her head. "You're never too full for dessert." Summer wrinkled her nose, watching as Heather unscrewed the top of the jar, revealing the yellow mush inside. "Here you go!" She got a big spoonful of the stuff out, piling it high, then pushed it towards Summer's mouth. Summer shook her head, but Heather didn't stop at her shut mouth, pushing the spoon in between her lips, smearing the stuff all around her mouth. "What a messy eater!" she exclaimed. "Is she always like this?" she asked Val.

Valerie, sitting at the other side of the table, watching with a slight smirk, shook her head. "No, she's just being cranky. She probably needs a nap after this."

"You're probably right," Heather nodded. "Now, come on, Summy, let's fill up that tummy with yummy bananas! Then you can go back to your nice, safe crib!"

Summer shook her head - the crib would be even worse than her walker! She tried to think of something to say, or do, that would keep herself out of either of those things, that would keep her free to do what she needed, but there was nothing. If she misbehaved, it would just be seen as more crankiness, and, at worst, would still land her in bed, but with an even redder bottom. She couldn't claim she wasn't tired, because that would just prove to the girls that she was.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden burst of tickling at her sides, and she started to laugh despite herself, only to find that interrupted, in turn, by a mouthful of baby food. She wanted to hate it, but she had to admit that it really wasn't all that bad, despite the texture. Still, she didn't want to eat anymore of it, so Valerie stayed posted behind her, ready with a poke or a tickle whenever she was being too obstinate. Try as she might, she couldn't resist forever, and always wound up with the spoon in her mouth. Sometimes, her giggles would send some of the stuff down her chin and onto her bib, but in the end, most of the jar of baby food wound up in her already full tummy.

"All done!" Heather announced, to Summer's great relief, washing Summer's face and bib off with a damp washcloth.

"All done!" Valerie parroted, then started tickling again. Summer squirmed in her seat, unable to escape her sister's fingers, or to stop giggling, even as it escalated. Valerie moved from behind her to in front, reaching under the tray to attack her belly, which left Summer fidgeting even more desperately, as that had always been her most ticklish spot.

"S-Stop," she tried to beg, though she wasn't sure if the word could be understood through her giggles. She looked up at Heather, hoping for some help, but she was enjoying the spectacle. Summer felt tears squeezing from her eyes, and she tried to swat away her sister's hands, knowing what would come next, but Valerie was having too much fun, laughing nearly as much as she was, and barely noticed the feeble attempts.

Moments later, wetness wasn't just leaking from her eyes, as Summer managed to get a gasp in between chuckles as her Pamper started to grow warm and squishy beneath her. Within seconds, that slow leak turned into a flood, washing through the thick padding of her diaper. Her laughter started to die down, and then at last Valerie's fingers slowed as well.

"All right, enough fun!" Heather declared. "It's naptime! Come on, silly girl!" Summer's eyes widened as she saw her pacifier being held up, able to see it bulging from its contents, the nipple slightly discolored purple. She was expecting more prune juice as it was pushed between her teeth, only to be surprised that what came out was much thicker and slushier, not juice, but more baby food, and, from the size of the pacifier, likely another whole jarful.

Heather picked her up, resting her on her hip, then patted her bottom a time or two. "Are you wet?" she asked, then slid her fingers into the diaper before waiting for any kind of answer. "Aw, just damp... You should be fine for a little while. Say night-night to your baby sister."

"Night-night, Summy," Valerie said obediently, watching as Heather carried her away, up the stairs to her nursery. And by the time they got there, it really could be called a nursery. Her crib was still there, of course, and the rocking horse, and now, in place of her dresser, there was a changing table, complete with thick, black straps hanging from the side to keep her on in case she got too rambunctious during a change. She couldn't help but wonder how long ago Valerie thought she'd bought that.

"Oh, that's good," Heather said when she saw it, sounding only the tiniest bit surprised, not that Summer could blame her. After everything else, what was a changing table. "I'm sure that will come in handy later." She set Summer down in her crib, pulling the side up, then stood there, staring at her. Summer's face was scrunched as the purple mush was being forced down her throat, wriggling unhappily, tears still glistening at the corners of her eyes. "You're not sleepy, are you?"

Summer looked up at her, more than a little surprised. Did Heather actually care? Had she grown tired of all this? She shook her head, hoping for a reprieve from naptime. Instead, Heather grinned, and right away, Summer knew she should have nodded instead.

"I know what will wear you out," Heather told her, pulling the side of the crib back down, lifting Summer out and putting her on her rocking horse, her damp diaper squishing beneath her. "A nice horsie ride..." Summer shook her head, but Heather had already nudged the horse with her foot, getting it started. The wet, but not thoroughly used, padding pressed up against her much differently than the diaper she'd been wearing that morning had, in a way that might have been described as good, if her situation wasn't so humiliating. She moaned behind her pacifier as Heather pushed the horse again, speeding up both the rocking and the thrashing it was doing between her legs. She could feel the baby food gushing out from the edges of her mouth as the shameful pleasure made her bite hard into her pacifier.

"Come on," Heather urged. "Show me how much you like being this little helpless baby. Come on, Summy..." Summer flushed, horrified to feel her body obeying, her hips starting to thrust and twist in response to the horse's movement, her mind losing control as her carnal enjoyment of the moment took over. She tried to beg her body to stop, while, at the same time, all she wanted was to keep going. She was breathing heavily now, made all the harder by the pacifier, and having to swallow mouthfuls of the disgusting mashed prunes to kep from drowning in them. All of the sudden, as she took one last heaving breath, she stopped, a wave of pleasure racing through her body as she sat there, her and the horse still now, not as much as breathing.

Then she slumped forward, still riding the aftermath, and exhausted by it. She barely felt Heather pick her up and deposit her back in her crib. "That's what I thought," she said gently, though Summer hardly heard it. "I'm sure your friends will find that video very interesting..." She started to raise the side of the crib, only to stop and stare down at Summer's face. "What are you eating, Summy-Tummy?" she asked playfully, bending over to look at the mess around Summer's mouth. She plucked the pacifier from Summer's lips, leaving her free to pant as Heather examined it, pushing the nipple experimentally, taken aback as she saw the baby food come out.

"Well, now," she said with a smile, wiping Summer's mouth with her bib before giving her back her pacifier. "Isn't that interesting? You finish that up, sweetie, then have a nice little nap. I have another surprise for you when you get up."

Summer couldn't even try to speculate on what that was. She was too exhausted to do anything but what she'd been told, curling into a tight ball and drifting off to a deep sleep.

[diaperpt]

YES! You are doing a wonderful job with this story! A lot of things have now been explained, but it seems like there is still a lot of excitement to come!

[diaper24/7]

Now I see it coming together more it starting to make sine of the imaging coming into head before was little confused but it getting really good and nice work on this amazing plot.

[ppbenn]

Another fantastic chapter, that was a very interesting read. This story is constantly making me check for updates. Please continue soon.

[Bonsai]

Seems that the little bitch knows the old bitch's game, and Summy remains taken in the middle. However, is the old bitch aware of the little bitch's games?

[battlemage]

Quite exciting, as always. I want to say that I think I know where this is going, but I really don't.

[Princess Pottypants]

Chapter Twenty-Three

Summer found herself once again waking up well before anyone was ready for her, lying on her back in her crib with no hope of escape until somebody came in to fetch her. Had the old woman been messing with her when she mentioned help? Or had she just not counted on Heather's meddling running so thick?

At the very least, Summer was glad not to have been put into the sleeper again. Just lying there on top of the blankets in her training bra and diaper, she could almost pretend she was in her real bed, at least until she moved and heard the crinkling of the mattress beneath her. Or when she moved even further and kicked one of the bars accidently. With her eyes closed, staying completely still, and ignoring the now cold, squishy sensation between her legs, it was almost as if none of this had ever happened.

She would have had a lot of time to lie like that, too, waiting for Heather or Valerie to come release her, trying to go back to sleep, except for the ominous rumbling that started within her. All those prunes she'd been force-fed that day were taking their effect already, she realized unhappily, unable to doze back off, or even stay still for too long, as the discomfort quickly built within her.

Letting Heather watch her fill her diaper would have been the last thing she wanted to do, if the thought of voluntarily pooping her pants - in her crib again, like the night before - wasn't so repellant. And being found in bed in a messy diaper twice in the same day wasn't much better than letting Heather watch the show. Heather would probably even assume that Summer had done it just to avoid letting her see... Which would have been true, but she didn't want Heather to know she had so much power over her, or give her an incentive to try some other method of watching her poop her pants. She told herself she'd figure this out, find out how to get ahold of everyone and make them apologize, and do it all before she had to use her diaper again, but the longer she waited, lying there in the dark, the less she believed it.

She was tired of crying, since it not only didn't make her feel better, it made her feel more as if she fit into this nightmare world she'd fallen into, yet she couldn't stop herself from doing so as she waited, squirming on her back, knowing every uncomfortable minute she spent here, in the diaper she had not only wet, but been forced to an orgasm in, was one more minute she wasn't able to try to contact her old teammates. She supposed most of them would be seniors this year... It had been an initiation thing, making them TP the old woman's house. She wasn't even supposed to be there, but she'd been able to tell from the time she announced it that she'd have nobody new on her squad that year if she left things as they were. It was ridiculous, but then, she was sure the legend of the witch was stronger the further you got from her house, the less you saw of her. So she'd decided to be a good captain, announcing that she'd be going with them. She still had a couple girls who couldn't bring themselves to do it. The squad had made their lives miserable the rest of the semester. She was really regretting that, now that she knew what the old woman could do. Clearly, they were right to be afraid.

Without even noticing it at first, she found herself sucking at the bulb of her pacifier as she fretted, thinking about days past and what she should have done differently. It was unusual for her to have the pacifier in with nothing in it. It was no surprise that it was more pleasant that way, but she was surprised to find herself calming down a little, only to realize, after a few minutes, that it was because of her paci. She'd even be tempted to call the sensation she was getting from it downright soothing, if not for the thought that she couldn't take the thing out herself. She stopped sucking at first, in defiance, then reluctantly let herself start again. It was there, after all, and it wasn't going anywhere. She might as well get something out of it.

Finally, a few moments later, she heard her door creaking open, along with a light rustling noise. She turned her head to look through the bars, wondering which of the girls she'd find there, only to see both. "Aww, isn't she sweet?" Heather cooed. "Look at her, lying there, sucking her paci... It's almost a shame to get her up." Summer blushed, not having noticed she hadn't stopped using her pacifier, just as she hadn't noticed when she'd started to do so. She forced her mouth to go still, but it was already too late, of course.

"She has visitors, though," Valerie said, making Summer's heart stop mid-beat. "She has to get up."

"You're right," Heather nodded. "Now, where did you say it was?"

The two came the rest of the way in, flipping on the lights and heading to Summer's closet, which Valerie started to dig through in a way that made Summer think that she was quite experienced at it, despite Summer having told her to keep away from her things while she was at school. She was in no position to be upset at her sister for that now, however. She raised herself to her knees, clutching the crib's bars as she stared out at them, wanting to be able to ask who her visitors were, beg them to make whoever it was go away.

It wasn't until Heather turned around, holding Summer's old cheerleading uniform, that she realized who they must be, and why they were here. This was her "help"... At the very least a few members, at worst all, of the squad were, most likely, waiting downstairs for her. The meaning of Heather's words after filming Summer on her horse hadn't exactly been cryptic before, but now they held a new horror as she realized it, along with the pictures Heather had been taking the past few days, could have already been seen by her squadmates. They could already think that, not only was she now an oversized toddler, but she liked it, she had been for years and had simply been hiding it from them. And how was she to argue? Even empty, her pacifier was still making her life miserable by robbing her of the ability to tell her side of the story.

She scooted backwards as Heather advanced on her, red and white cheerleading uniform clutched in one hand. From the corner of her eye, Summer happened to catch a glimpse of the ribbons in her hair, realizing they were red, too. Was that a coincidence, or had Heather been planning this all day?

"Come on, Summy-Tumbler, you have to get ready. It would be rude to your guests not to go greet them, now wouldn't it?" Summer shook her head, sniffling. She knew it was stupid, that this pretty much had to be the chance she'd been promised to make this all right, to end the curse. Even so, the thought of walking downstairs, clad in a diaper - and a used one at that, if Heather didn't change her, which seemed unlikely - pacifier plugged securely into her mouth, with her childish hairstyle, facing all the girls she'd had such power over just months before, whose lives she'd made, if not miserable, at least more unhappy than they would otherwise have been, was horrifying. She couldn't do it. She wouldn't.

"Maybe I let you nap a little too long," Heather mused. "Do you need another horsie ride to calm you down?" Summer's eyes went wide, then darted over towards Valerie. Surely Heather wouldn't dare do that in front of her! "Val, could you go make sure our guests are doing all right? Tell them our guest of honor will be ready in a little bit." Valerie scurried off, leaving Summer alone, staring up at Heather, who had put her hands on her hips and was glaring down at her. "You come here right now, or I'll do it. And I'll make sure everyone knows just what I caught you doing when I came up here to fetch you, you dirty, naughty little girl!"

Summer whimpered, defeated. Really, there had been no way around this from the start. She should have learned by now that she had no more power over her life than a real toddler; every time she tried to deny it, she just wound up in more trouble. When she reached the front of the crib, Heather lowered the rail and pulled her out, draping her outfit over the rail before giving the back of Summer's diaper a hard swat, hard enough to feel even through her thick Pamper, though the already sore state of her bottom certainly helped in that regard. "That's for shaking your head at me." Summer sniffled, nodding her understanding.

Summer had always worn her uniform tight, showing off her flat, toned stomach and her perky breasts. But now, with her chest flattened by her Elmo-branded training bra, and her tummy starting to bulge out, the top fit all wrong, leaving her belly button exposed, yet at the same time still giving the impression that she was playing dress-up with an older sister's clothes.

"What do you cheerleaders call these?" Heather asked, picking up the hanger Summer's skirt, which she already knew would be far too short, was on, yanking off the pair of bloomers also hung there, holding them up for Summer to see. Summer's cheeks flushed red as Heather grinned. "Oh, that's right... Spankies, wasn't it? Weird name, huh?" Summer couldn't help but nod. "These ones are nice and red, too... I bet they match how your bottom looks after all of your other spankies." She chuckled as Summer's head bowed from the embarrassment of it all. "Do you want to wear them?"

Summer looked up, surprised at the question, not having expected to be given a chance. She nodded enthusiastically. "Hmm... I dunno..." Heather said. "How about you ask me?" She reached out, removing Summer's pacifer.

"Can I weaw 'pankies?" Summer asked quickly, not wanting this opportunity to slip away. Sure, it would still be pretty obvious what was under them, but the thought of having some kind of layer between her Pamper and all those prying eyes was a blessed relief nonetheless.

"Do you want them?" Summer nodded. "No, use your words..."

"I wan' 'em," Summer managed to say.

"What do you want?" Summer pouted at her, sure the girl was just enjoying seeing her struggle with speaking, not noticing her hand sneaking into her pocket, raising something out just a tad.

"I wan' 'pankies," Summer declared.

"Hmm... I don't know..." Heather waffled. "Right now?"

"Wight now!" Summer said, frustrated with Heather's game. "I wan' 'pankies wight now!"

Heather laid the bloomers over the crib rail, picking up the skirt instead. As expected, the normally short skirt rose up even higher from the bulk of her diaper, leaving the bottom, drooping ever so slightly from her wetting, exposed. Summer sniffled, reaching up for the last piece of her uniform sadly.

"'pankies?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"I think I've heard enough from you for now," Heather said, swatting her hand away and re-plugging her mouth, picking her up and setting her on the changing table. "Stay here," she ordered, walking back over to the door and picking up the bag she'd set there when she came in. Summer would have liked to have disobeyed her, but since she would have had to go through the door Heather was in front of, she knew it was futile.

"I got these just for you!" Heather announced, holding up a pair of frilly white ankle socks before putting them on Summer's feet. "You don't have to thank me, I know you love them. But you're really going to like these..." Next, she revealed a pair of brand new, shiny, white patent leather Mary-Janes. "Oh, aren't they just precious?" Like the socks, the shoes were clearly meant for a toddler, judging from not just the design but the size as well. Unlike the socks, when the shoes took quite a bit of effort to yank into place, and felt heavy and strange on her feet.

"There!" Heather declared, lifting her down. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she could feel the shoes moving beneath her, forcing her toes, and thus her knees as well, inward. "Now, let's make sure you're ready..." Summer gasped as she felt Heather push her diaper down, sticking a finger into her bottom. She squirmed uncomfortably, blushing even after Heather removed the offending digit, examining it and then wiping it on the inside of Summer's diaper before pulling that back up and into place. "Oh, you're nice and full," she said, patting her bottom. "Now come on... Everyone's waiting for you. And I think you're going to give them quite a show."

[babyredhead]

Another awesome edition!!

[ppbenn]

I will try to word this with some tact. Princess pottypants, even though you added no more than a mere mention of sexual contact, the humiliation you are putting your character through is having a possible humiliating effect on on me. Please continue soon.

[Baby Flo]

"Now, let's make sure you're ready..." Summer gasped as she felt Heather push her diaper down, sticking a finger into her bottom.

Ready? Oh poor Summer...

I love your story!

[thong5]

Love your writing, can't wait for more.

[Princess Pottypants]

Chapter Twenty-Four

It came as no surprise to Summer to find her living room full of cheerleaders, all girls she'd ruled over for at least a year, most even longer than that, all in their uniforms, which fit them all far better than hers now did. Still, even though she wasn't shocked at the sight, actually seeing it still gave her a bit of a fright, making her try to hide behind Heather as they walked in, sure every eye was on her, especially as a wave of giggles began spreading through the group.

"Don't be shy," Heather told her, pulling her in front and pushing her to the center of the room. The heavy shoes made her stumble awkwardly, as she'd been doing the whole walk downstairs, nearly tripping her before she came to a stop in the center of the girls. Summer sucked hard on her pacifier, looking around nervously as she tugged at the hem of her too-short skirt. She'd never felt so small. She knew they were all staring at her now, could see them practically licking their lips as they remembered everything she'd put them through, all the extra long practices, not letting them out until they all got it exactly right, all her angry speeches when one of them messed up a cheer in the middle of a game, all the initiations she'd made them go through just to get on the team... It had all been to make them better, of course, but she'd always wondered how much they really understood that. She had a bad feeling she was about to find out.

Her face flushed bright red and she bowed her head, staring down at her white Mary Janes, the same ones that were forcing her into a pigeon-toed stance. She could hear whispering starting to spread through the group, until, at last, one of the girls stepped forward. Summer let herself look up slightly, just enough to see that it was Marilyn, the girl who had replaced her as squad captain. Without a word, Marilyn reached down, flipping up Summer's skirt and smirking.

"It is a Pamper!" she announced gleefully. Marilyn pressed the fingers of her other hand into the crotch of the diaper, letting them sink into the squishy padding for a moment before declaring, "And it IS wet!" The mumblings of the other girls only got louder and easier to make out, much as Summer didn't want to hear them, to have to listen to all these people say how well this fit her, how she deserved it, how she wasn't so big and bad anymore.

"Of course she is," Heather said, stepping forward. "Our little Summer is just a big ol' baby, and she was the whole time she was captain of your squad. It's why she was always so tough on you... She was afraid if she wasn't, that you'd somehow figure out her secret. But now that she's gotten a little older... physically, anyway... she's been able to look back and realize how wrong she was to do that, which is why she had me invite you all here. So she could apologize."

Heather chuckled, patting Summer's bottom. "I'm sure you never would have guessed it from how she used to act, but she's a shy little thing, so she was afraid she wouldn't be able to actually give the speech she had all planned out for you girls. She asked me to record it, but I'm afraid my phone acted up on me while I was doing it, so I missed most of it. It was very sweet, though, all about how she wanted to make it up to you all however she could, but she just didn't know how. She did have one good idea at the end, though, and that is one part I did manage to get."

Summer's eyes went wide open as she stared at Heather, suddenly, horribly aware of what was about to happen, and how she'd contributed to it herself, like an idiot. Sure enough, a moment later, she heard her own voice, babified as it had become, blaring over the speaker of Heather's phone, practically begging for what she knew would be interpreted as a spanking. Her butt hurt already, just from the thought of it, not to mention every other spanking she'd gotten over the last two days.

"Now, I don't know if you want to do that," Heather shrugged. "As her babysitter, I've had to spank her, and it doesn't seem like she enjoyed it, but you all saw her riding her horsie... She does seem to like part of this. But you heard her. All I can tell you is that she really did seem like she wanted to make up for things."

Marilyn stared down at Summer with an expression that let her know that there was no way she was going to get out of this, even though she said, "Well, I suppose we should put this to a vote. How many of you think we should do what she says and let her off with a spanking?" To Summer's surprise, and relief, only three of the nine other girls raised their hands.

Among them was Olive, a shy girl Summer had never expected to make it onto the squad, and who she'd never really thought fit in. She was also one of the girls whose initiation had been the one to land Summer in this position. That, really, had been the only reason Summer had let her in, because she knew Olive was quite superstitious, and was sure the very idea of going near the witch's house would make her drop out before a single practice. And yet, despite other girls doing just that, Olive had hung in there and gone through with it, at which point Summer couldn't bring herself to kick her out. Perhaps that would pay off now.

"Who thinks we should give her a spanking, AND come up with something else for her to do?" Eight hands, including Marilyn's and one of the girls who had already voted, shot in the air at that, dashing Summer's hopes instantly. "That's what I thought," Marilyn grinned. "Now, is there a nice, wooden hairbrush around here? If we're going to do this, we should make sure she definitely won't enjoy it."

"Val?" Heather said, sending the girl scurrying up to the bathroom, returning with Summer's own brush. Summer's eyes began to water as she fully comprehended what was about to happen to her, and how little hope she had of escaping her fate. She was surrounded, stuck in these shoes that kept her from running, or even walking quickly, without falling on her face.

"This will do nicely," Marilyn nodded, examining the brush before turning back to Summer. "Aww, crying already, little one? Just you wait." Marilyn grabbed her hand, leading her over to a chair, the other girls parting to let them through, rearranging themselves to watch. Marilyn sat, positioning Summer in front of her. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," she told her, reaching out and poking Summer's tummy, making her squirm away from any kind of pressure on her full stomach. "Look at you... We'd have been kicked off the team if we let ourselves go like this." Summer shook her head, but Marilyn was having none of it. "You think I don't remember Rose? She was a damn good cheerleader, but as soon as she gained five pounds, she was gone. And as if that wasn't enough, you made us oink at her when we ran into her in the hall and you were around. You're a real piece of work, you know that? There's no way this will make up for everything you did, but it will be a start."

Summer felt herself being tugged forward, slung over Marilyn's lap, but she was too deep in thought to notice, or try to resist, having to clench her backside as Marilyn's knee dug into her belly. Marilyn may have remembered Rose, but, until then, Summer hadn't. That had been her sophomore year, back when she'd still been afraid the team didn't respect her as much as they should. It had been a power play, sure, a demonstration that she was in charge of them whether they liked it or not, yet, as time had gone by, it hadn't even been important enough to her to file it away in her memory. Had she really been that callous?

"Diaper on or off?" Marilyn was asking, in the midst of Summer's introspection.

"Better keep it on," Heather advised. "Wouldn't want her to have an accident."

"All right," Marilyn nodded. "Just have to swing all the harder."

And she did. Summer's thoughts were interrupted by the harsh slap of the brush against her diaper, a swelling of pain spreading across her backside even through the thick padding, bringing her to full-blown tears almost instantly. It was different than all her other spankings, far worse... And yet, try as she might, she couldn't quite shake the feeling that maybe she deserved this, or at least some small part of it.

Each girl got only a handful of spanks, but it was more than enough. The pain was nearly enough to keep her from continuing her fight to keep her diaper clean, but she knew she couldn't let that happen. Being seen like this was bad. Being spanked by all of them was worse. But actually letting go, filling her Pamper in front of them? That was just too horrible to comprehend. And yet, she could feel the contents of her bowels struggling to get out every time she was put over another girl's knees, every time the brush slapped against her, and every time, it got harder to stop.

Olive was last, hanging at the rear of the group, looking uncertain about the whole thing. She almost didn't get a turn at all, but one of the other girls, Clara, spotted her there and pushed her forward as Summer was standing there, face soaked with tears, hoping it was finally over. "Olive didn't have her turn!" Clara announced.

"I think that's probably good enough..." Olive said bashfully.

"It wouldn't be fair if you didn't take your turn," Marilyn told her, pushing her into the chair, shoving the brush into her hand. "Don't be shy, I'm sure you've wanted to do this for a while now, too."

Summer was maneuvered over one final lap, gasping for air from behind her pacifier, trying to prepare herself for one final round, unsure if she could make it. Then, to her surprise, the pacifier fell out, onto the floor. She sucked in one big lungful of air, letting it out in a choked sob as she fought to maintain her composure. This was it, she was sure of it, her one chance to fix this, the help the old woman had told her was coming.

"Owive, pwease," she begged, fighting to keep her infantile speech comprehensible around her sobs.

"You asked for this," Marilyn reminded her, kneeling down to pick up the pacifier. Summer didn't have time to deny that, to try to tell them what really happened. She barely had the strength to bat the pacifier away as she tried to form her next words.

"Owive, you hafta apowogize," she sniffled.

It was the wrong thing to say. "Apologize?" Olive's eyebrows raised as she glared down at the squirming girl on her lap. "Me?"

"N-No," Summer protested, trying to make herself understood. "I mean..." Her words turned to a pained yelp as Olive swung the brush, even harder than the other girls had. Fresh tears flowed from her eyes, her voice turning to frightful whimperings.

"You don't get to tell me what to do anymore," Olive told her. "I was fine with you just being gone... You're the one who wanted this!"

The second spank was even harder than the first. Summer's back arched, and she felt her bottom contracting, trying to let go. She squeezed her eyes shut, forced her hands into fists, used every muscle in her body to stop it. "No," she whimpered again. "Not you, Owive, evey'won. You hafta apowigize to the witch, ow I'ww be stuck wike 'dis."

"Nice try," Olive shook her head. "But I don't believe in witches anymore. Don't you remember how you told us we were all idiots for being scared of her? I think the exact phrase was 'dumb babies'... Isn't that ironic? You said we were all acting like dumb babies, believing she was going to curse us if we did anything to her house. Well, who's the dumb baby now?" Olive let loose with another spank to make sure Summer knew the answer. "And you expect us to believe she really is a witch now? You must really think we're idiots, don't you? Even now."

"It's twue!" Summer wailed desperately. "She cuwsed me and made me wike 'dis! She won't 'top it 'less you all apowogize!"

To her horror, she heard her own sniffles turn to grunts after the next hit, as, at last, too worn out physically and emotionally, her body stopped responding to her. This time when the cramp hit, there was no stopping it, and she could feel her diaper puffing out behind her.

"Ew, gross!" she heard one of the girls say.

"She really is a baby!" another said, sounding just as disgusted.

For her part, Summer could say nothing. Not only could she not stop it, she was being forced to help it, to push and strain to let it out into her tight diaper. She could feel the hot mush forcing its way into every crevice of the diaper, pressing up against her sensitive, sore flesh, reminding her that, as one of these girls she'd used to be in charge of had declared, she was, indeed, a baby.

She felt a hand against the back of her diaper as she finished, pressing the mess against her, then there was one last spank, the worst yet, before she was pushed to her feet. She wobbled for a moment, then stood there, a bow-legged, pigeon-toed, droopy-diapered mockery of the person she'd used to be. None of these girls would ever see her as their captain again. She might never see herself that way again. Olive took the pacifier from Marilyn and shoved it into Summer's mouth, and this time, it didn't come back out. She'd had her chance, and, as far as she could tell, had blown it.

Heather stepped forward, patting the seat of Summer's bulging diaper. "What a bad little girl... She knows she isn't supposed to go poopy in her Pampers. Her mommy and daddy are going to be mad now... Can you believe they let this big baby go off to school by herself? I bet that will be changing when they come home to find her like this."

"Good," Marilyn smiled, "because I think I've come up with the second part of her punishment. I think little Summy here should be our squad mascot. I think she should come to our practices and cheer us on. And I'm sure we'll all be much happier to get to see her like this while we work, won't we? And I bet the football players would get a kick out of seeing her like this, too... Maybe we'll even let her come to the games, too. Won't that be fun? She can pretend she's a big girl again! What do you say, girls?"

This time, all of their hands shot up. Summer could even see Valerie, standing at the back of the room and grinning, raise her hand gleefully.

"And I'm sure none of us want to change... that..." Marilyn continued, poking Summer's diaper, taking delight in watching her fidget uncomfortably. "So, Heather, how would you like to join our team as her official babysitter?"

"I'd love to," Heather said. "She never would let me join the squad when she was captain... I bet she never thought she'd be the reason I finally got in."

[ppbenn]

I think this story is getting close to the end. I hope this was not the last chapter; because I would like to see Summer back in "normal" mode, however if it was the last chapter I commend you for writing another fabulous chapter/ story and I hope you continue with your next story soon.