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Well she sure got knocked down a notch or two, or many many more. Now I actually feel a little sorry for her. Having no knowledge of this society and what the exptations are has to be rough. Especially when you are facing this kind of treatment so unexpectedly. She is almost sure to fail. I really wish I had a like to give it but ran out and haven’t been given any more for the day yet. I am looking forward to reading more. 

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On 7/10/2018 at 7:03 AM, CDfm said:

Well she sure got knocked down a notch or two, or many many more. Now I actually feel a little sorry for her. Having no knowledge of this society and what the exptations are has to be rough. Especially when you are facing this kind of treatment so unexpectedly. She is almost sure to fail. I really wish I had a like to give it but ran out and haven’t been given any more for the day yet. I am looking forward to reading more. 

Well, not going to give too much away, but ti will be rough. Don't worry though, like all good stories it works out in the end... in a way.

On 7/10/2018 at 6:00 PM, roch879 said:

Read over this and I really like where this is going. Please keep it up.

I will! Soon :)

On 7/10/2018 at 10:05 PM, diaper24/7 said:

I see full baby treatment coming soon.

Patience ;) Good things come to those who wait 

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Jessica tried to get as small as possible in her seat. She kept her head down and tried not to make eye contact with any of the others passing by her in the station.  Most were criminals of some kind, going to be interviewed by officers, while others were there to pick up relatives from cells. They were all losers, she told herself, thieves, law breakers, drunks...  And yet, sitting in a diaper, with a pacifier in her mouth, and soaking wet pants on the chair beside her proving her clothes wasn't a mistake, she didn't feel like she could look down on them.

Someone called her name and she got up. She cringed as the crinkling of her diaper attracted even more unwanted stares. She closed her eyes and began walking toward an open door where a woman in a uniform stood with her arms folded. Each step brought more noise and more stares. She told herself it wasn't that loud at all, but it sounded like thunder in her ears. She finally reached the woman.

"You left something," the woman said.

"What?" she asked.

The woman pointed back to the chairs. "You left your soaked pants back on the chair. We don't want to do your laundry. Go get them." Jessica felt a sharp smack on her behind, and the plastic crack echoed in the room. 

She sighed. There went any hopes of privacy. Now all eyes were on here as walked back to the chair, grabbed her pants, and walked back as quickly as possible. A young man and woman giggled, and she glared at them, but that only made them laugh the louder.

She reached the officer, who grabbed her wrist and took her through a doorway and down a long white tiled hallway.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked while trying her best to keep up with the taller woman.

"I am taking you to see a specialist. Depending on how this goes, you may end up being adopted tonight. Odds are it will be him or someone he knows."

Jessica gasped and tried to pull back. "What? NO! You can't do that."

"Better then jail."

Jessica tsked. "But what about that other guy? He had the same problem but was let go. Why can't I be? Don't I get a lawyer?"

The woman rounded on her and put a finger under her nose. "He made a mistake, but was within the law and reported it. Furthermore, he has already proven himself in all other areas- academics, athletics, and professional working, while you have no record of either. Finally, he is living with a fully qualified caretaker, who happened to be his fiance. Do you have anyone who can take you?"

"I... no."

"Good. Now as for that silliness about a lawyer, you are not currently being charged. Consider yourself lucky. We are chalking your mistakes up to a lack of understanding rather then criminality, which is common for this type of issue. We have no record of you, which means we have no record of a warning given or proof you knew the rules. You get a lawyer if you are being charged. Do you want to go down that route? I can assure you going through the trial system in diapers won't be fun."

Jessica stared blankly.

"Well?"

She looked down. "No, I'll see the specialist."

"Good, he is through here."

She knocked on a door, and a tall man with short graying brown hair, glasses and a suit came out. Jessica thought he was the spitting image of a stereotypical professor, down to the tweed on his jacket.

"Dr. Jeffreyson?"

"Yes, is this the girl?"

"Hello," Jessica said shyly.

The officer nudged her. "Its 'hello DOCTOR" or "SIR." Now stand up straight and shake his hand. Have you not learned basic manners yet?"

"But I didn't know who he was!"

"He is someone who doesn't need their diapers changed by others because of immaturity. That makes him a sir to you, and I told you his name anyway."

"Now now officer, its alright. Here, let the girl in with me, I'll take it from here. Thank you for your help." The Dr. Jeffreyson took her by the hand. 

"Alright. Thank you, Doctor. And Jessica? THAT is how you be polite. Hopefully you'll learn it well."

Jessica watched Dr. Jeffreyson watch the doctor walk away until she was out of earshot, then he sighed. "I'm sorry, they can be a bit rough here. Leave those on the hanger outside the door, they shouldn't have made you carry them around. We can replace them later if need be."

Jessica spotted a coat hanger beside the door, then put her pants on them.

"Good. Now come inside," he said.

The room inside was a small office space with a large wooden desk, a sink and a second wooden door. "They were nice enough to give us this space. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and we are going to decide what to do with you. Please, sit down," he said, pointing to a chair.

Jessica sat down. "Do you have anything I can wear? To cover the uh..." she stopped.

"To cover the diaper? Because you are cold or embarrassed?"

Jessica blushed, and he nodded.

"You know we are the only ones in here, and I've already seen it?"

"I know," she said quietly.

He nodded again. "Alright. I didn't bring a change of pants, but here." He handed her his coat, and she folded it on her lap. 

"Thank you," she said.

"Now lets go through your file, or lack there of. We don't have any record of your education, employment or even birth. What can you tell me?"

Jessica thought. She couldn't tell him she came from another world through a mistaken genie wish, that wouldn't help her situation at all. "I was home schooled," she said.

"I see. And where are your parents now?"

"Gone," she said.

"So you were abandoned," he said, and wrote something down. "Can you give me anything that would help me find them?"

"No..."

The interview and testing went on for some time. Jessica did her best to explain the situation without starting a manhunt for her none-existent family, and he came to the conclusion that she had been involved in an enclosed family that had moved and left her behind, but had severely neglected portions of her education. He told her he thought what was happening was a very bad idea, but not technically illegal, and there wouldn't be a record of her birth or education if her family deemed not to report it. Jessica accepted that as the best possible response. He also asked about her body and performed some physical tests, which convinced him she wasn't physically incontinent, but that her issues came from behavior. She was unsure if she was happy about that.

"So," he said, "My job isn't to question the ethics of your upbringing. Coming down to the issue: what do you know? What qualifications did you get, if any? What did they teach you and what did they miss, aside from the obvious gaps." He pointed at her waist with his pen.

"I uhhh..." she realized pushing the final issue was pointless. "I was an expert in multiple finance systems, banking, investments, and portfolios, as well as the computers that used them. That was supposed to be my career." She said proudly. 

He laughed. "Probably not the best one to follow."

"What!?" Her eyes went wide. She knew this was a different world, but surely that must be worth something.

"Well, you can, but a lot of the real work there has already been automated via computers. You'll find a lot of low paying positions. You'd be better with, say, education in English or psychology."

So this world really is different, she thought.

"I also learned math, history, reading, writing, and some gym classes."

"So basic academics."

"Yes."

He paused.

"What is two plus two?"

"Uhh, four."

He nodded. "Four plus five?"

"Nine! Is this necessary?"

"How long did you learn academics for?"

"12 years."

"Did you ever compete in athletics?"

"No..." she had tried a few sports, mainly cheer leading and track, but never competed at any high level.

He shook his head. "Basic academics consists of 14 years, and a qualification in academics required competition. I'm afraid you don't have anything."

"But... what!? But that can't be true! I'm an adult! I worked for years! I... I..."

He waved a hand to calm her protests. "Its alright, we know it isn't your fault."

She looked into his eyes, and felt tears in her own. He was the first person to be kind to her since arriving. Part of her rebuked that, telling herself that she had never needed another's help before, but right now she felt more venerable then ever. "Please help me," she said.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded.

"Alright. That settles it. We will help you out. But right now there is one more test you need to take."

"What?" she asked.

"Currently you have only wet yourself. You have yet to demonstrate whether you require diapers for anything else."

Jessica felt her hair stand up. "What?"

"I need to see you demonstrate that you know how to use a toilet for defecation and clean yourself, or you will be listed as diaper and caretaker dependent for that. Do you need to go?"

"I..." now that she thought of it, she hand't gone all day. She was nervous about this direction, though. "I... I don't think so."

"Alright," he said. "We can perform that test later at home."

"At home?" she asked.

"Yes. You will be coming home with me tonight. I will need to monitor you for a while to decide what the best course of action is."

"But... I mean... you're a stranger."

He sighed. "Do you have anywhere else to go?"

She considered lying, but knew he would find out. "No," she said.

"Do you want to go back to living on the street, without even a change of clothes or diapers?" he asked.

"No."

"Then come on. I'm a professional, and this is part of the reason I came here. Besides, I have someone else about your level. You might bond on that."

Jessica followed him back through the station. She asked for her pants back, but he threw them out, explaining they were ruined and probably wouldn't fit over her diapers, then offered to replace them later. He gave her a blanket to wrap around herself instead. He signed some paperwork, and gave her pages to sign, then lead her to a car and drove her out of the downtown and into a suburb. He seemed to live far from the city, and the drive was taking a while.

Her stomach grumbled.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Not really," she said.

"Hmmm I thought you said you didn't need to go."

She didn't respond.

He pulled up to a long, shingle home with a large front balcony and chimney's at both end. He parked in a separate garage then took her to a giant double door with windows lined on either side.

"You live here?" she asked.

"Yes," he laughed. "I do well in my trade. Its ok, don't be afraid or anything."

She thought about what he said. She realized to most people, this would seem like an extravagant mansion, and he probably thought she was awed. She thought back to her place back in the other world, and held her tongue.

When they got inside they were greeted by a middle aged, red haired woman and a young brown haired girl, who Jessica guessed was a teenager.

"Hi daddy!" the girl said, and jumped to hug him.

"Hello Marianne!" he said and picked her up. The other woman, who Jessica assumed was his wife, came in and kissed him.

"Is this the girl?" she asked.

"Yes dear, this is Jessica," he turned to face the young girl he was carrying. "See sweetheart? This is Jessica. She's going to be in a higher grade for academics, but she's in the same grade as you for other stuff, so maybe you can help each other out."

"Hi!" she said.

Jessica's eyes went wide. "Wait... the same grade as her? But she's a kid!" 

"Yes well, Marianne is moving up quickly in her manners. We are very proud." 

Marianne beamed at the praise, and asked to be let down.

"No, I mean... I can't be that..." she was going to say 'far behind" when Marianne hugged her around the waist and said 'hello.' The surprise and force knocked Jessica back a bit, and she heard a loud sound in the back of her diaper.

"Eeep!" she said.

"Ewww stinky" Marianne said. "Did you mess yourself?"

Jessica blushed. "Don't say that!"

Dr. Jeffreyson folded his arms. "Jessica. Did you mess yourself?" 

Jessica hated how serious he sounded, as if she actually might have. "I... I don't..."

He sighed grabbed her wrist. "You don't know," he answered for her, and turned her around, undid the towel around her waist, and pulled open the back of her diaper. Jessica realized he was checking her.

"Hey!" she protested half halfheartedly.

"No, she's clean. Either way though, I think if we keep her in this diaper she might have an accident soon. Honey, why don't you go prepare the table while I help Jessica to use the toilet? She still needs to be tested for that."

"Alright dear. Good luck!" she smiled and waved at Jessica as she said it.

Once again Jessica was lead by her wrist while wearing only a t shirt and a diaper, but this time, her journey ended in a bathroom. It was big but cozy and had, Jessica noted, a disturbingly large changing table, stacked with diapers of different sizes.

"Now, you said earlier you didn't need to go, but it is clear you were mistaken."

"No! I wasn't..." Jessica realized "I was lying" wasn't a good explanation either.

He waved her silent anyway. "I know its not your fault, I'm not angry. I do, however, need to see if you can do this. Now, do you think you need to use the bathroom?"

"Yes," she said.

"Then do it," he waved at the toilet, then remained standing in front of her.

"Ummmm..." she said. She was getting desperate.

"Yes?"

"I need privacy."

"Why? I've done this thousands of times with different testers."

Jessica was stumped. She realized in this world, where adults regularly get their diapers changed, get potty trained, or need help getting dressed, they would have completely different standards of modesty. Still, the idea of her, Jessica Mellingham, stripping and... she couldn't even think it... while someone watched!? Inconceivable. It was mortifying, and she remained frozen.

"Well? Do you know how?"

"I can't," she said.

"That's fine sweetie, though I wish you had told me," he walked over to her, and before she could react, he pulled down her diaper. 

"No, I mean... OW!"

She was interrupted by a hard smack on her bottom.

"That was a warning for lying, and for trying to hide the fact you didn't know how by saying you needed privacy. Next time, you will get a much harder spanking and a mouth soaping. Now, like this." He opened the seat of the toilet, picked her up slightly, and sat her down.

Much to Jessica's dismay, he resumed his position directly in front of her.

"Are you going to watch?" she asked.

"Yes. I still need to see if you have this part right, and if you can clean yourself," he said. He then seemed to think of something. "Are you going to lie to me again about needing privacy? Because that will just confirm you don't know how, and earn yourself a real spanking."

Jessica could barely breath. Her stomach was turning, and she felt the weight inside her, but she couldn't make herself do it. What would he say? Would she fail? Could she do it with him watching? She looked into her eyes, which shows no surprise at the idea that she might actually not know how to use a toilet, or that she might be expected to prove it to a near complete stranger. Even if he was a 'professional," she thought. However, the idea was terrifying.

"I can't," she said.

He nodded. "That's ok," he said. "That is why we test."

She tried to argue that it wasn't that she didn't know how, but couldn't in front of him, but realized it would only get her spanked. She didn't want to do THAT again.

He continued. "Supper won't be ready for a while. You are there, we might as well wait until it happens. It'll just take a bit of patience, you'll see." He sat on the bathtub side in front of her.

Her stomach grumbled. She tried to look anywhere but at him, and tried to think of a way out. The door was wide open, and anyone passing by could see. She knew if she brought that up, it wouldn't mean anything to him. She cringed. She couldn't hold it much longer.

Finally, will a loud, embarrassing brappt, she released it.

He waited a moment, then stood up. "Good girl!" he said. "I told you you just needed to wait. Now, do you normally clean it?" He held up toilet paper.

"No," she said truthfully. She normally used a bidet.

He ruffled her hair. She noticed he was treating her as if she was younger and younger, but was afraid to protest. "Good girl. I figured as much, but it is better then lying. Stand up!" He stood her up and had her lean over the changing table. He then took out a box of wipes and began cleaning her.

"Wait! I can do it!"

He sat back down to watch.

Jessica grabbed some toilet paper and began cleaning. She went quickly, trying to get out of the situation as soon as possible.

"There! See! I can do that."

"Hmm, really. Stand up," he ordered, and she began to obey.

"What? Why..." What could possibly... "EEEP!"

She felt him drag a wet wipe between her cheeks. 

He tisked. "Not quite sweetie. I'm sorry. Bend over the table."

"No please I can do it!" she begged.


"No! I can do it!" she said. She reached and tried to take the wipes from his hand.

"HEy!" he said. "Now. Last warning," he said. "One more lie like that, and you'll be over my lap for an hour. Now, be a good girl, bend over, and let me help you."

Jessica had to fight back tears. This was by far the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her. She cringed at each feel of the wipes, and at the knowledge he fully believed she needed his help, that no argument would change his mind. He had an entire day of evidence against her.

While she remained bent over, she saw something move in front of the door. It was Marianne, watching curiously.

"Why are you doing that? I thought you said she was the same level as me," Marianne said.

"Well I thought so too, but it seems she doesn't quite know how to change her messy diapers yet. She will still need help, and a different kind of diaper."

"What!?" Jessica said.

"Quite, its ok," he reached into the changing table, got something out, and put it in her mouth. It was a pacifier, and it filled her mouth completely.  Jessica remembered it was for people who couldn't control their emotions yet... and, essentially, to keep some quiet while the grown ups talked. Out of the three, including someone far younger then she, Jessica was considered the least mature, and had the diapers to prove it. She realized he was about to be put in diapers to specifically mark her status, and dreaded to see what they looked like.

Dr. Jeffreyson picked her up and lay her on the changing table. Seeing her looking disappointed in herself, he reached under the table and took out a soft doll, which he handed to Jessica. She took it, and realized that probably meant she failed another test. The doctor spread powder over hear, then opened another shelf and took something out.

Jessica moaned audibly. The diaper he held was far thicker then the one she had before, and covered with an all over print of cartoonish animals.

He smiled. "Sorry. Wetting and inability to change that got you the first diaper, not knowing when you need to mess, how to use the toilet, or how to clean that up got you this one."

She glared, and he laughed as the look she was used to frightening subordinates with fell apart behind a giant, childish pacifier.


"Don't worry. Four tapes, see? Not two. That means it isn't a baby diaper. Marianne's in only a bit ahead in partially printed, so not that far to catch up!"

Great, so behind the kid. That did little to lighten Jessica's mood. There was at least on other level to sink too, it seemed. He diapered her then lead her down the stairs. She knew she made quite the sight with her t shirt, colorful diaper, pacifier and doll.

She wasn't even surprised when she arrived in the kitchen to see dual high chairs, with Marianne's mother just finishing setting up one sized for Jessica. Jessica let herself be put into it and fed by the doctor, while his wife- she still had to learn her name- fed Marianne. She didn't taste the food, and didn't bother to see what it was. It was humiliating to think that she was being treated as the same maturity level as someone years younger, and that was a step up from before.

 Defeated, Jessica kept eating.

"So, tommorrow, Jessica will be going to school with you Marianne, though she'll be in a higher grade."

Jessica perked up. School? She had forgotten that.

"Which grade?" she asked.

"Hush, Jessica, grown ups were talking. Remember your pacifier? No talking while eating either."

Jessica blushed.

"Which grade?" Marianne asked.

The doctor smiled and shook his head. "Alright," he said, and realizing he was asking for Jessica, turned to her. "Since you said you completed 12 years of academics, you'll be taking grade 13, generally for people aged 20-22, but not strictly."

Jessica was happy at the last part. "Not strictly" meant there might be people her own age. She remembered reading about the academic parts of the schools in the broucher, and it seemed the years for the grades were less strict here, and passing was more on ability then time in.

He shook his head, sensing what she thought. "You'll still be the oldest I'm afraid, but hey, maybe that will give you an advantage. Only a little bit more, and you can successfully graduate. Won't that be nice?"

Jessica almost laughed out loud. She only had to succeed in one thing. School could be that one thing. A year or two for the full academic courses might be a long time, but then there was always sports, or a summer job... It was much lower then the business success she anticipated on her arrival, but it was still success and would get her permanently, and properly, out of diapers. She could put up with it for a while.

She gloated to herself. All she had to do was succeed in one thing, and the bet was hers.

On 9/9/2018 at 3:58 AM, Cya said:

I miss this story...

 

On 9/23/2018 at 10:25 AM, Little Giammy said:

Me too. When do you continue? 

 

On 10/7/2018 at 11:09 AM, willnotwill said:

My kind of story, waiting for more.

 

On 9/9/2018 at 3:58 AM, Cya said:

I miss this story...

THeres more now, thanks for commenting! :)

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I just finished getting caught up on this story. An interesting premise for sure, and I am curious as to what will happen to the protagonist when you continue the story.

 

As always thank you for taking the time to write and share this.

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16 hours ago, Cya said:

Great update!  I hope that art trade is going well for you! 

It did! and thanks!

6 hours ago, ppbenn said:

I just finished getting caught up on this story. An interesting premise for sure, and I am curious as to what will happen to the protagonist when you continue the story.

 

As always thank you for taking the time to write and share this.

Thank you! And no problem, I like it writing anyway lol

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This was a great chapter in that we now have a much better understanding of what Jessica is going to be facing. I was a little surprised that she allowed her modesty forced her into diapers. Surly she knows enough about this new world to know that if she didn’t do as asked and do it correctly what the outcome was going to be. It would have been much better and far less embarrassing in the long run to just go and then clean up in front of him. Not someone is going to be changing her regularly. She might have to go for some period of time before she is even given the opportunity to try and use the potty again. I will definitely be looking forward to reading more. 

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4 hours ago, CDfm said:

This was a great chapter in that we now have a much better understanding of what Jessica is going to be facing. I was a little surprised that she allowed her modesty forced her into diapers. Surly she knows enough about this new world to know that if she didn’t do as asked and do it correctly what the outcome was going to be. It would have been much better and far less embarrassing in the long run to just go and then clean up in front of him. Not someone is going to be changing her regularly. She might have to go for some period of time before she is even given the opportunity to try and use the potty again. I will definitely be looking forward to reading more. 

Thanks for saying so!

And the issue is she is arrogant, and the entire world is designed to make her fail based on her arrogance. She can't perceive herself doing something like what is asked no matter the circumstnace.

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Part 4:

School started early the next day. Jessica was waking along a sidewalk holding the doctor's hand while Marianne held the other. Marianne had complained about the him, saying she could make it on their own, but he explained that he needed to speak to the principle about Jessica, and since he wasn't sure yet if Jessica knew how to walk along the sidewalk without holding someone's hand. He said Marianne could just go along with it so she wasn't as embarrassed, as if the explanation wasn't bad enough.

She was wearing what was, essentially, identical to a classic school girl outfit from her own world. She had complained about it, but that was merely interpreted as an inability to dress herself, followed by awkward moment of her being 'helped' into it. Marianne was worse off in a bright yellow romper, but she at least almost seemed the right age for it. 

Or was that right? In this world, Jessica wasn't sure.

She noticed a few stares directed at her, and she reached a hand to pull her skirt down lower over her diaper. No, she definitely was the one not dressed as most her age. She almost envied Marianne's romper, as it would at least cover her diaper more, even if the flaps made it clear it was there. As it was, passing people her age and younger, wearing regular suits and dressed as they giggled and pointed at her school clothes and bulging diapers, anything seemed like an improvement.

The doctor was dressed as she would have expected from her world, in a dark suit and red tie. Most of the clothing, at least for those accepted as fully 'adults', was similar to what she was used too, if often a bit brighter or with less modesty, and some different logos. Overall the people seemed far more often, as Jessica had to try not to stare at some of the displays in the stores they passed, or at what people were doing in public.

"See that?" Doctor Jeffreyson said, pointing at a large, three story building on a hill. It was sprawling, with its multiple levels staggered and stepped like a ziggurat, and its walls a mix of brick, cement and massive glass windows. "That's the school for grades one to 14. You'll be on the far right of the building for the older... I mean, for the higher grades. Marianne is closer to the left."

Other students started filling the side walks around them, all heading toward it. Jessica tried to keep her head down. She didn't know which of them would be her classmates and didn't want to attract more attention to her temporary situation then she needed to. Still, some noticed, and stifled giggles.

They past by another building on the way. It was smaller and made out of red brick, with windows facing the side walk. However, it seemed to be part of the same complex, even on the lot.

"What is that?" Jessica asked.

"That is the nursery," Jeffreyson explained. "Its for babies, before they move on to pre school, or if they get bumped back. The pre school is beside it, and next to that is the day care for people who pass the academics but still need to be taken care of during the day."

Jessica noted that, in this case "baby" didn't mean the same she'd expect. Looking at the buildings, she noticed a very organized method- people started in the nursery, and moved in the same direction from then on, to the lower levels of the schools, and out the door at the other end. She even noticed to the downtown core was beyond it in the same direction. The people in each one were close to the same, but with some variance. The nursery had a few people aged slightly older, who already seemed to be a bit embarrassed by their location, the pre school had wider range, and the mixture of uniforms in the school showed more.

Something caught her eye. One of the people in the windows was clearly large then the others. He was sitting in a high chair that faced the road, blushing brightly, and eyes wide and shocked. He had good reason to be blushing- he was wearing a baby blue shirt and a printed diaper, and was being fed by someone who seemed, if anything, younger then he was. He had attracted a crowed of giggling students by the window, and tried to cover himself with a teddy bear but was scolded by the person feeding him.

Jessica had to look, but she was certain it was the boy she had seen the day before. Could it really happen that quickly in this world?

The Doctor noticed her looking. "Ah yes, that is Sebastian. I spoke to him yesterday, before I met you."

"BUt... but I saw him too! He had regular clothes, and they said he didn't have to go back in every way..."

"Yes, I know. They were trying to calm him down. I had noticed some other discrepancies in his files, and it seemed he had fudged a few results to move forward and wasn't actually qualified for the job he had been working. Its still being evaluated exactly where he belongs. In the meantime, we agreed a few days at the very beginning will do him some good. Don't worry, he'll be out once he's learned his lesson and we evaluate him further. He'll be back with his boyfriend Charles tonight, but will have to spend the days here."

Jessica stared at him. He looked out and met her eyes. He noticed her diaper, and Jessica saw his expression change to pleading, and she averted her eyes. She didn't dare to look at where he was- the day care, pre school, or nursery.

They arrived at the school, and Marianne went to her class as Dr. Jeffreyson led Jessica to the office. Most of the school was familiar. The same lockers, halls and desks she had seen in movies, and similar, but not quite the same, as what she had in her private school. Not as good, she told herself, and that means not as difficult. This will be easy as pie.

Suddenly Jessica gagged on an awful smell. She turned to her side to see a covered grey cart being pushed by, with the image of a girl and a boy, both making 'opps' faces and in clearly soiled diapers, on its side.

"Coming through!" the muscular, dark haired girl pushing it said. "Dirty diaper disposal!" She looked at Jessica, then down at her diaper, and chuckled. "It seems you should know that better then me." Jessica wanted to reply, but she was gone. She noticed, to her shame, the lack of bulge in the girls skirt which meant that, at a few year younger then Jessica, she was already much more trusted.

They reached the office, and the doctor had Jessica stand outside as he went in. She busied herself looking at posted bulletins. There were sports teams, debate clubs, academic teams... all she had to do was succeed in one, and she'd be fine. She smiled, and tapped one advertising cheerleader tryouts. She'd be a perfect fit- lean, fit, pretty, and the time on her own schools cheerleader squad followed by years of yoga and gymnastics left her in perfect shape for it. Of course, she'd still pass the academics, she told herself, but there was nothing wrong with hedging her bets. Or... why not really show the genie? Imagine him seeing her, prom queen, straight a student, cheerleader, on the verge of starting her own business.. really bring the point home.

"Jessica," the doctor said, and she jumped and turned around. He standing next to another girl in the same uniform as Jessica. She had short brown hair, wide blue eyes and a thin body. She was a fair shorter then Jessica. 

"Its good to see you haven't run off. Good girl! This is Melanie," he said. "She is going to be your caretaker."

"My.. care... taker?" Jessica asked.

"Yep!" she said in a bubbly voice. She reached out a hand to shake, and Jessica took it. "I got my full care taking certificate, and we are in the same classes!"

"So....?" Jessica asked.

She laughed and ruffled Jessica's hair. "So I get to lead you to them so you don't get lost. I'll make sure you only go to the right places and don't get into trouble, and that your adorable diapers stay clean." She pointed down at it. "Well, not STAY clean, but they won't stay dirty for long." She looked at the board Jessica was facing. "Don't worry about those yet, you'll need to concentrate on maturity and academics. 'Sides, most are for more mature girls."

"I don't need a caretaker! Especially not some bubbly young girl! I can do it on my own!"

"Jessica!" The doctor said sternly. "It has been made very clear that you DO need a caretaker. Have you ever changed your own diapers? Have you been in this school before?" Jessica shook her head and looked down. "Good. Learning your place, not arguing, and not lying about your abilities are all areas you need to learn. Everybody gets the same when they first arrive, but most do it in kindergarten. Now, Melanie is only a year younger then you, has completed her maturity classes, has made it into pull ups, and has shown herself to be very responsible. She isn't a girl. Now apologize."

"I..." Jessica wanted to argue, but couldn't think of the words.

Melanie put a hand on her shoulder. "We'll work on apologizing. I know your embarrassed and a bit afraid, but its ok, we'll help you through this. Its not your fault you weren't tested or trained properly. Just listen to me, be a good girl, and we'll be best of friends!" She smiled and winked. "Besides, I can promise you I want spank you TOO hard. Thanks Dr. Jefferson!" She began to lead Jessica away by the hand. 

"Wait," Jessica said. She looked back and forth from the doctor to Melanie. "What do you mean? Doctor!" She was ignored, and pulled forward.

The first class she was taken too was a large, white walled room with windows facing a football field. The walls were covered with posters and pictures of military commanders and politicians, so Jessica guessed it was a history class. It full of students, most seeming to be in their early twenties. They all wore either the same dress as Jessica and Melanie or an equivalent with shorts, though none had the telling bulge of Jessica's. A few giggled as they came in, and Melanie glared at them as she let a blushing Jessica to her seat.

Melanie sat beside her and leaned into her ear. "You just sit still and try to pay attention. I convinced them you won't need your paci if you don't talk out of turn. Let me know if you need a diaper change."

Despite her whispering, a few overheard and giggled. Jessica winced at the sound. "What if I just want to go to the bathroom? Do I just ask?"

Melanie waved her hand dismissively. "Don't be silly. You're not allowed in there. You have your diapers for a reason."

Even more heard that, and some openly laughed. Well, her plan of social success was a failure. For now, at least, she told herself. She'd decided not to raise the question again, re-adjusted her skirt to hide her diaper as well as possible, and hoped she wasn't called to the front. Hopefully not many would notice.

An older woman in a long dress came in. "Welcome class, and welcome our new student, Jessica. Jessica, would you care to stand up and introduce yourself?"

Jessica swallowed hard and shook her head. "No, its ok." She said.

"Jessica! Don't be rude," Melanie said. "She'd love to, Ms. Pereyson."

Jessica stood up. She held her skirt down as she did, and tried to move as little as possible. She still heard the plastic crinkling as did. "Hi, I'm Jessi..." She was cut off by more laughing. Suddenly afraid, she reached down to her skirt and pushed her legs in tighter. Had they seen?

"Jessica, do a proper greeting."

Jessica looked at her in confusion. After a moment she felt herself relieved, as she realized the laughter had been from an improper greeting, not from her horrid underwear again. She shook her head to show her lack of understanding.

"The proper way for a little girl to introduce herself is to wave, say your name and thank them for having you, promise good behavior, then curtsy."

"But I didn't see you do that... Or anyone!"

"Yes sweetie, its for a little girl, to someone of a higher maturity level."

 Jessica had to resist the urge to facepalm at the laughter that followed. She just kept walking into these things.

However, if she wanted to succeed, she had to play the game, no matter how absurd. She closed her eyes, went over what Melanie said, and opened her...

"Wave, say your..." Melanie said slowly.

"I know!" Jessica snapped. "I mean, I know, thank you."

She waved her hand broadly. "I am Jessica, thank you for having me, I promise to be good."

She stopped.

"Noooowww curtsy," Melanie said.

Jessica cringed. Might was well get over it. She held the edges of her skirt, lifted them as slightly as possible, and bend her knees. She imitated the curtsy's she had seen with as little movement as possible.

"No no, a proper curtsy means knees out to 90 degrees, and hands six inches to the side."

Jessica sighed. This was just getting worse. Suddenly, she really had to go to the bathroom... except she couldn't. She wouldn't only show that genie, she'd give him a good wallop. She closed her eyes...

"Eyes open! And smile!"

She opened them, forced a smile, and bent her knees deeply as she lifted her skirt up. She didn't bother to check. The genie wanted her to flash her diaper, apparently, and there was no way around it.

"Good. Now I'm not to upset at your first try, but only saying "hi" and stating your name is for babies, because they usually can't remember anything else. Can you?"

"I'll try," Jessica said through gritted teeth. Stupid genie.

The teacher spoke up. "Thank you Jessica, and I'm sure Melanie will help you with making that better. Now sit down."

The teacher began a long lecture on the importance of studying history, and the mistakes that can come from ignoring it.

Jessica squirmed and tried to pay attention. The pressure in her bladder was mounting, and she knew she'd be denied a bathroom break. How long were these classes? The time went on. 30 minutes, 45 minutes... the teacher was still talking and didn't seem to be wrapping up. Jessica tried to think of what to do, and began to sweat.

"Are you ok?" Melanie whispered to her.

"Mhhm" she nodded.

"Proper answered to a caretaker are yes and no. But alright."

Jessica squirmed more. The teacher began to hand out marked tests, and took her sweet time.

Someone raised their hands. "Excuse me Ms. Pereyson, may I go to use the toilet?"

"Yes Reilly, and congratulations on knowing ahead and asking. You have really earned your pull ups."

The girl blushed with pride and walked out. Jessica stared at her, and was shocked by her own jealousy of someone's right to wear pull ups and use a toilet.

Jessica sighed to herself. There was no way around it. She relaxed, and felt herself wet her diaper. The padding became soaked and inflated around her, and she shifted nervously, trying to get comfortable while not letting on to what she was doing. She settled miserably in her wet diaper.

"Are you ok?" Melanie asked again.

"Yes," she lied.

Melanie looked at her through squinted eyes. "I see," she said suspiciously.

Jessica tried to stop squirming. She knew Melanie would find out eventually, but she hopped it would at least be somewhere more private.

She heared her name being called and snapped out of her thoughts. It was the teacher.

"Jessica," she said again. "Are you paying attention?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Its Ms. Pereyson, ma'am is for babies who can't remember or pronounce their teacher's names. Now, you said you had academic training, right?"

"Yes," Jessica said. Finally, something she'd be good at. With academics she could finally show them she was able to succeed in something.

"Good, then why don't you come up and answer the next question in front of the class."

Jessica walked forward, and prayed she wouldn't have to do that bloody curtsy again in front of them all.

She breathed heavily, going over a mental routine to calm herself. This was history. She had done that before, and even read some on her own. This should be easy.

The teacher began to read from a book.

"When the philosopher Aristotle, as later compared with the Roman Cicero ..."

Good so far, she thought. She had read about both.

"Discussed the prevalent Zoroastrianism faith at the time..."

What? 

"Was their writing effected by the rules of the reigning Atlantean Empire?"

OH SHIT NO. Jessica stared at the class with her eyes wide. Why would she assume a different world, with all different laws and culture, would have the same history?

She was standing for too long, she knew. She hadn't said anything yet. Her bladder was aching.

"Come on, this is basic stuff. If you can't do this, then we might have to review your files further, because I don't think you belong here academically either."

"I..." Jessica managed, then remained silent with her mouth open. What could that mean? The fear was getting to her.

"I think she's using her diaper!" someone shouted, and the entire class erupted in laughter.

Jessica looked down at the padding and put a hand on it. "No I'm not!" She shouted.

Melanie rushed forward and reached to check her diaper. Jessica tried to push her away but wasn't fast enough, and soon her soaked diaper was exposed to the entire class as Melanie pressed her hand into it.

"Ah your soaked!" Melanie said, standing up and folding her arms. "I knew it! I thought you were supposed to know enough to tell me! Did you lie?"

"I uhhh..."

"Jessica, did you also lie when you said you had taken history classes before?" the teacher asked.

"No! I don't care about your stupid $*%& question!" Jessica wished she could take the words back as soon as they came out.

"Excuse me?"

"I.. uhhh.."

"We don't use language like that here little girl, and we definitely don't argue with the teacher or call questions 'stupid' because we can't answer them. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I... I'm sorry..."

The teacher sighed. "That wasn't a proper apology, and you still misbehaved." She walked to the chalk board and grabbed a long wooden stick. "Melanie, would you mind?" she held it out to her.

Melanie sighed. "Yes, of course. Sorry Jessica, you can only misbehave so much. Bend over."

"What?! No! I..." Jessica tried to find words, terrified at the idea of being spanked in front of her class.

"Now!" Jessica was surprised by the sudden sternness in Melanie's voice. Seeing she had no other option, she turned around and, taking direction from Melanie, bent over with her hands on the chalk board. She whimpered softly. Melanie went behind her and lifted the back of her skirt. 

The first spank hit across her diaper, and she yelped loudly. The whack of wood on plastic was soon filling the class room as Melanie delivered a full spanking on Jessica's padded bottom, and the sound matching the laughing and chuckling behind her. 

Jessica had never felt so ashamed. Only a few days in the new world, and she was in a wet diaper, getting spanked in front of a classroom by someone younger then she, and not a single person thought there was anything wrong with it.

The spanks stopped for a moment, and she felt Melanie preposition the stick over her bare thighs. A long ooo came from the class behind her. 

"Please don't," Jessica whined. Melanie responded by pushing her pacifier in her mouth.

The whack on her thighs hurt even more, and she felt her pacifier drop as she shouted. Melanie put the pacifier back in her mouth, and kept going. The pain mounted and soon Jessica was outright sobbing.

Finally the spanking stopped, and Melanie helped her back up, then hugged her.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but you have to learn to behave. Now, do you need a diaper change?"

Instinctively Jessica shook her head, which only prompted Melanie shake her own head in disappointment.

"Its fine, we will work on telling the difference between a wet diaper and a dry one. Perhaps you can still tell me when your messy at least."

The laughter in the classroom reached a new pitch as Jessica blushed and stared at the ground. Melanie helped her out of the class.  Well, that was academics and social gone. Along with... curtsying? Continence? How to greet people and apologize? What else was she being tested on? She didn't know anymore. Melanie was leading her down a hall, and she didn't know where she was going either.

Cheerleading. That was it. One thing she was definitely good at. Damn what Melanie said, she'd be there. She'd show that genie. 

They were in another room, with a long table and a class of students. Melanie was talking to another woman.

"Thank you to Melanie and Jessica, who are here to demonstrate a proper diaper change. Jessica, would you care to introduce yourself first?"

Jessica looked around and saw a sign reading 'caretaking class." She did the best introduction she could, and soon found herself lying on the table as Melanie replaced the pacifier in her mouth and held up a fresh diaper and box of wipes. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the laughing that now seemed to be a constant part of her life.

She'd show them all.

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Thought this was another fantastic chapter. Jessica can’t catch a break at all. She could probably do okay if she only knew what exactly was expected of her. Like they expect her to read minds or something like that. 

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On 1/20/2019 at 12:41 AM, CDfm said:

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Thought this was another fantastic chapter. Jessica can’t catch a break at all. She could probably do okay if she only knew what exactly was expected of her. Like they expect her to read minds or something like that. 

Thank you! And probably. I think they assume most of what they are doing should be obvious

(Note: This chapter has a lot more gratuitous messing and humiliation then most of them. If you don't like that, I have a 'cleaner' version I can show you if you ask)

 

Jessica let herself by led through the hallways by her hand. It was important to seem submissive now, resigned to her position. That would make it easier to get away from Melanie. She knew she was risking a lot by her plan, but she didn't worry about it. It was lunch, and there was a place she needed to be for lunch where Melanie wouldn't want her. That left only one option, and hopefully her success in it would eliminate the consequences.

She waited her moment. Melanie stopped by a menu with pictures. She let go of Jessica's hand to take off her back pack and start going through it. Jessica backed away slowly, and when she was a few steps behind, turned and ran.

She didn't know her way around the school too well, but could guess the general layout from what she had seen outside. She needed to get to the yard, and some kind of sports field. That is where the cheer-leading tryouts were being held. If she could get there and succeed in them, she'd be set.

She stumbled awkwardly, then got back up and kept running. Soon she was surprised to find herself panting. She looked over, and decided she knew why. Her outfit wasn't made for running. Her diaper made her waddle slightly, and her shoes clunked awkwardly. Worse, her skirt flared up as she jogged, bringing out giggles from the people around her.

She paused a moment. Moving in the clothes was awkward, and the clamping made her stomach grumble. She had been holding in from messing since the morning, hoping to make it home so she wouldn't have to do it at the school, and the rapid, jolting movement of running in her school shoes wasn't helping.

She ignored it all and kept going. Finally she made it to a large double door and ran outside. She looked around, and found a group of people in cheer leading outfits. Annoyed at her own lack of choice in attire, she headed toward them. They seemed to have already started.

She got to the group. Two people at the front were demonstrating stunts. One knelt down, held her hands out, and the other got on and jumped. She ended up doing a hand stand over the other, her skirt falling to show a pull up.  She went down, and the other twirled, then ended with her feet in the air held by the other. Once again her skirt fell, this time showing a thin, plain white diaper.  Most had outfits, but she noticed some without them. Jessica gulped, realizing that that put both women as ranked more mature then she was. Had there been a requirement? She hadn't had time to check. She looked around. She was slightly revealed to see others without cheer leading outfits, presumably new comers. They, however, were all in gym clothes, something Jessica lacked. She studied their shorts and the short skirts of the cheerleaders. With the lack of modesty that seemed rampant in this world, the shorts where all tight, and the skirts were all short enough to let Jessica guess their underwear. Not one was wearing diapers as thick as hers. More people were called to the front and performed stunts as called by a voice Jessica couldn't see, and she didn't see a single pattern on all the unabashedly revealed underwear. Would this mean that Jessica would be expected to just let her skirt fly without caring too, as they did, showing her patterned diapers to the entire school? She shuddered, but if that was the price of success, she'd pay it.

"Alright, is that everyone?" the voice that had been calling instructions asked.

No one responded. Jessica stood silently, wondering if she should say something. She was nervous, and felt her stomach turn.

"Ok, thank you all for..."

"Wait!" Jessica said.

A wall of faces turned to look at her. A few giggled, noticing her clothes, and, Jessica assumed, what was underneath.

"Did someone say something?

Jessica raised her hand. "Here! I want to try out! My name's Jessica."

"Let me see her."

The crowed parted a bit, and she saw a girl standing holding a clip board. Not just any girl, it was the muscular brunette Jessica had seen pushing the diaper disposal earlier.

There was a quiet, collective 'aww' and a giggle as more people saw her. She noticed a few pointing at her, and others asking what they were pointing at. She shrank back, and to make matters worse, her stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly. At least it isn't obvious to all, Jessica thought. She told herself she'd show them.

The girl at the front laughed. Girl, Jessica thought of her, even though she seemed to be in her twenties and was probably college age back in Jessica's world, it made her feel good to remember the age difference. The fact she was considered more mature in this world was something Jessica wanted to forget.

"Awwww," the girl said in a high pitched, mocking voice. "Are you sure you want to try out? Does that seem like a good idea?"

"Yes," Jessica said angrily.

"You didn't read the pamphlet through, did you?" she asked.

"No, I uhh..." Jessica paused.

"Awww its ok, maybe reading is to hard for you. I don't think you have what it takes, little girl."

"I"m not a little girl!" Jessica shouted, and the girl raised her eyebrows. "I bet I can do this better then you!"

There was a collective laugh, and the brunette folded her arms. "You sure about that? I'm the head cheerleader, that is why I'm up here."

"Too bad. I'll be taking your place soon," Jessica said.

She laughed, along with most. A few began shaking their heads. "Oh really? You challenging me?" She sounded angry, and Jessica gulped, wishing she had her words back. "Well why don't you come show us how amazing you are, little girl. Show us a... handstand." She seemed delighted by her own idea.

Jessica's eyes went wide. Anything but that. She could do the stunt, but it give everyone a view of her diapers. "I uhhh..."

"Awww what? Is that too hard for Ms. I'll-be-taking-your-place?" 

"NO! I can do more then that. Its too easy."

"Good. Then come here and do it."

Jessica walked forward slowly. She felt a hand reach out and pat her on the behind encouragingly as she did, and ignored both the crinkling sound and the giggles. 

Finally she made it to the front. She swallowed. OK Jessica, she told herself, you can do this. You've done it a million times. However, she never felt the same way doing it, standing awkwardly in front of mocking faces, and it had been so long since... No matter, it was all the same.

She closed her eyes and bent forward. She tried to ignore her shirt stretching and skirt flaring up, but the material pulled at her as she bent. Her school clothes were NOT made for moving. Worse still, her cramps hit hard, making her stomach grumbled loudly, and she straightened.

"Any time sweetie!"

She forced herself awkwardly forward and placed her hands on the ground and tried to fling her legs up in one fluid motion, but the movements, hampered by the clothes and awkward after years of not practicing, failed her. She felt the wet grass slide under her, and she crashed to the ground. Worse still, when she hit she let out a loud fart into her diaper, bringing out more laughter.

"Awww gassy baby? Need your diapers checked? Do you want to try that again? One more try!"

Jessica got up grumpily. She had done this before, she told herself. She could do it again. She reached forward and threw her legs up, pulling it off perfectly. She almost blurted out 'ha!", then felt her skirt fall.

Instantly the crowed began laughing as her thick, printed diapers went on full display. Jessica wanted to go back to her feet, but felt her ankles getting grabbed.

"No no!" Jessica said as she felt herself held in the humiliating position. The laughter reached a new pitch as she flailed her legs but was held in place by the brunette.

"Silly little girl, you really thought you were that much better then me, didn't you?"

"I... I'm sorry! Let me down!"

"Why? I'm helping you hold it! I thought you were soooo good this would be easy. Or were you lying when you said you could challenge me?"

"I"m sorry! Please!" Jessica didn't mind begging, she just wanted out of the situation and away from the laughter.

"Too late for that. I think I want people to see you in your diapers. I want people to see why you can't be on the time. If you were smart enough to read through our pamphlet you'd have noticed two things. Do you know what those are?"

"What?" Jessica asked.

"The first was my name,  Becky, listed as lead cheerleader, and not the person you want to challenge on your first day."

"I'm sorry!" Jessica said. She felt the blood rushing to her head and wanted anything to get out.

"The second was that you have to be in at LEAST think plain whites to try out. We need everyone in white underwear to match. You think people want to see your thick baby diapers in cheer leading? You think anyone wants someone in stinky diapers on top of a pyramid? Cute for a baby, not good for motivation."

"You can't all be ahead of me! Some of you have to be still in..."

"Nope! You're the only one! See?"

From her upside down position, Jessica saw the laughing cheerleaders each lifting their skirts, showing a line of plain white taped garments, pull ups and briefs. Jessica felt her shame mount as she felt herself visibly reduced.

Jessica looked at her tormentor. She could see up her skirt, and at the diaper taped around her waist.

"But... your wearing a diaper! Your supposed to be the leader!"

"Yes, a plain white diaper I can change myself. Another few months and I'll be in pull ups while you'll still be sitting here, years older then me and in thick pampers, begging me for a change."

"But... but... I can just get a white one to cover them!"

They laughed.

"Aww poor baby missing the point. You think anyone wants to be under you as you do a handstand in a messy diaper? Face it, your not cut out for anything but filling your pants. You could barely do a handstand."

"No, not fair!" Jessica said.

"Now, I think little Ms. Takingyourplace needs to be taught a lesson. Do we know anyone here able to hand out discipline?" She made a hmmm sound and pretended to think. "Oh yeah, me."

"Wait, what, no!"

The giggling girls lifted Jessica up, held her out, then lowered her onto Becky, who had sat down. She held Jessica tightly over her lap. Jessica struggled in her position as Becky lifted her skirt. The knee was digging into her stomach, and made the turning worse.

"HEY! Let me go you stupid #$@!"

The first wack brought a shout from Jessica, followed by a loud fart.

"Excuse me? Ms potty pants is a potty mouth." She spanked her again harder.

"OW! Your a potty pants."

Some of the audience ooood at that. Becky spanked her again. "Ohh you are going to pay for that. You should be thanking me. If it weren't for me, we'd all see you mess yourself in a pyramid as the entire school watched, Ms. Potty Pants." Another spank.

"No! I don't do that!"

"These diapers say otherwise."

"YOUR Diapers say otherwise! I'll see you in messy diapers!"

"Oh really?" she smirked. "We will see." 

She began spanking the helpless Jessica in earnest. Jessica yelped loudly.

"Let me go you stupid #$#$!" she screamed.

"Wwat was that? Now you're really making me angry. Stinky little diaper girls like you don't talk to head cheerleaders like that." She began spanking harder, and Jessica sobbed. The smacks became louder as did Jessica's cries, only drowned out by the laughter.

"Your a stinky diaper girl! I hope YOU mess in front of the school!" As she said it, she heard her stomach grumble and another muffled fart in her diaper, as if just to make her claim all the more ridiculous.

"OH you are in big trouble. Say it. Say your a stinky little baby and I'll stop. Say you were baby diapers."

"NO!"

She spanked her harder, and Jessica began trying. "SAY IT NOW!"

"NO!"

"We all know your going to be filling your diapers any second. Admit it or I won't stop!"

"OWW!" Jessica shouted. The loud smacks and her cries were almost drowned out by the laughter. Her stomach was grumbling non stop, and she had to struggled to keep herself from messing as gas loudly escaped her again and again. "I'm a stinky little baby and I wear baby diapers!"

"Good," the spanking stopped, and Jessica was left crying, bent over her knee, stomach gurgling. "Prove it."

"What!?" Jessica sobbed.

Another loud smack, another yelp. "I said prove it! We can all hear your stomach turning, there is no way a baby diaper girl like you would make it to any bathroom anyway. I bet you can't hold it in for five minutes, if that. Fill your diapers now or I'll spank you again."

"NO!" Jessica shouted, and shouted again as she was spanked. "You fill your diapers!" Another spank, and another loud gassy noise.

"Let it out! Or can you not even do that? You can't even control that!"

"Please," Jessica sobbed. "Not here, not in front of everyone. I'll make it to the bathroom."

"No you won't. I know your too much of a baby to hold it in, don't prove your too much of a baby to make yourself mess when your stomach is clearly grumbling. Do it now or I'll spank you."

Jessica sobbed. Her stomach was aching, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer anyway. She was squeezing herself as tightly as possible, and still had spent most of her spanking farting in her diaper in front of the crowd.

Another smack. "NOW!" Becky said.

She gritted her teeth and released. It came with a loud brapppt and a chorus of laughter. The relief was instant, and she sighed, the feeling almost replacing the humiliation of what she was doing. The reality of it set in a moment later, and she moaned as she felt her diaper inflate behind her. The wet heat on her skin began to make her itch, and the smell made her crinkle her nose. 

It was inconceivable. Two days ago she had been a successful business manager, fast tracked to be a CEO. People respected her. They FEARED her. Now she was messing herself to the amusement of girls years younger then her, and she couldn't even get through a regular class or try out without humiliating herself in one way or another.

"Ewww she stinks!" one girl shouted, and the rest laughed.

"You can see it! Look!"

"Shut up!" Jessica said, but felt no strength behind her own words.

She felt Becky's hand come down hard on her backside. She yelped, and whined as she felt the hand press the mush against her.

"Hey!" she whined. "You said you'd stop spanking if I messed myself!"

She smacked her again. "No, I said I wouldn't stop until you messed yourself. You need to be taught a lesson of what happens when you challenge the head babysitter. Besides, I'm not spanking you, I'm just checking your baby diapers. Clearly you can't do it yourself."

Jessica cried, as she lay, diapered bottom still up turned and exposed for the audience.

"You see, this is why you can't be in cheer leading. Imagine doing a flip or a handstand like this? Imagine doing it with someone underneath you? Just not fair." She spanked her again. "You understand, or are you too much of a dumb baby for that?"

"I understand," Jessica sobbed.

"Good," another smack. "Even now I'm gagging at your smell. Frankly I don't think its fair for you to force your stinky diapers on us like this."

"What? But I..." she was cut off by another spank.

"Fortunately, I know how to teach you a lesson for that too. You did say you'd see me in messy diapers, didn't you?"

"I, what?" Jessica tried to think of what she meant.

"Well guess what. You'll finally be right about something. Help me," she said to two others Jessica did not see.

Jessica felt herself get lifted into the air, then held down.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"That's enough out of you," Becky said. She reached into Jessica's pocket, took out her pacifier and stuck it in her mouth. There were more giggles. "Figured you'd have that, all your words have done is got you into trouble."

Becky undid her skirt and let it fall. She was now standing in front of Jessica in just her shirt and diaper.

"Still don't get it?"

Jessica shook her head.

"Let me help you out."

Becky walked forward until she was standing over Jessica's chest. She then turned around and knelt on the ground, squatting over Jessica's head.

Jessica's eyes went wide as the realization hit her. She began to struggle but was held down tight. The girls holding her legs lifted them until they were bent 90 degrees and spanked her hard.

"Let me go!" Jessica shouted.

"Ah ah ah!" Becky said. She smacked Jessica's leg. "No taking with your pacifier. Now take your punishment, its what you wanted anyway."

Jessica cried and struggled but couldn't break the other girls' grasp. The smooth, plain white of Becky's diaper was inches from her face, and she could almost feel the soft material with her nose. 

She heard a hissing noise. She saw the material of Becky's diaper begin to turn yellow, and gagged at the thought. The acidic smell filled her nose.

"Like that?" Becky asked sarcastically.

Jessica shook her head and grunted "MMM MMM!" loudly.

"Oh wait, thats now what you said was it? I think you said you'd see me in a messy diaper, didn't you!"

"NO! PLEASE NO!" Jessica said, and got spanked again.

"Too late no!" Becky grunted. She farted loudly, and Jessica squealed. She then paused, grunted, and loudly began to fill her diaper. Jessica watched the diaper in front of her inflate, then quickly turn brown as the soft, thin material was soaked through. The smell made her feel sick, and she almost screamed.

"Hows that? All you wanted and more?" Becky sank down lower, pressing the material against Jessica's face and rubbing it in. Jessica sobbed, disgusted almost as much by the thought itself as the smell.

Becky didn't seem to mind. She took her clipboard from another cheerleader and began casually reading as Jessica squirmed and was repeatedly spanked into obedience. "Alright, next try out will be Thursday in the gym. Bring your uniforms or gym clothes. We'll be doing more stunts, this time with a longer routine we will give you then to test your ability to memorize. The callbacks will be listed by the gym tomorrow. Any questions?"

Jessica gagged and cried as Becky casually took questions and responded, sinking lower and lower into her face. Once in a while Becky would pause and grunt, then loudly pass gas in her diaper, and Jessica would squeal, bringing out more laughter from the crowed. The girls seemed to deliberately draw out the meeting, asking inane questions and getting long answers. The laughed at each struggled and whine Jessica let out, and seemed to love her suffering. She forced herself to lay still and no make any sound. She tried to breath through her mouth without dropping her pacifier. Finally Becky wrapped up when no one else raised their hands.

"Good, then we are almost done. But first" She looked down at Jessica and paused for dramatic effect. "Do you have anything to say?" She wiggled her hips in Jessica's face.

There was more laughter, and Jessica wondered if it was better to speak or remain silent after being told.

"What? Nothing to say? So I can just stay sitting here?"

Jessica let out a moan.

"STOP! What are you doing?" someone screamed.

"Melanie!" Jessica shouted.

The girl above her stood up. Melanie approached and pointed angrily and Jessica. "YOU keep quiet and suck your pacifier. As for you," she pointed at Becky. "You have some explaining to do."

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