The Teacher: Chapter Twenty-One (Conclusion)

[sparky_dude]

Going strong, love to see what happens next.

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Fifteen

“Does it matter if she has a catheter?  And is there any risk of infection?”  Brian inquired much to Hannah’s chagrin.  She was still cowering in the corner of the playpen in the hope she could somehow avoid being forced to orgasm in front of a bunch of strangers while wearing a wet diaper.  For now at least, the man with the magic wand was paying her no mind as he had returned his buzzy friend to between the other diapered woman’s legs.

“In the four years that we’ve been allowing little Claire to cum, she hasn’t had any issues with infection.” Joan replied.  “She’s also been better behaved.  The first two years after we adopted my sister, we didn’t think letting her do something so adult would be proper but…”

“An orgasm a day keeps Miss Fussy Pants away!” Kevin finished his wife’s sentence. 

Hannah returned her gaze to her ‘playmate’; six years she’s been kept like this?!?!  Poor woman must have suffered some kind of mental break and probably believes she’s a baby at this point.  With no intention of living out the same fate, the 23-year-old began to wonder what would happen if nobody figured out her letter.  How would she escape on her own?  Surely Claire must have tried at some point before her brain turned to mush, perhaps if she met more babies like herself, she could find someone still new enough to be willing to plot along side her. 

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The office of the driver’s license appeal division was located inside a dilapidated building, and much like the exterior, the interior was overrun with blight, though that may have just been the clientele.  Ryan eyed one such individual who was wearing a food-stained shirt emblazoned ‘Jesus Is The Reason For The Seizin #Epilepsy Awareness’ and hoped he would be able to conclude his business quickly.  The goal was to get have his currently suspended license upgraded to restricted so that he could drive to and from work, the grocery store and appointments; Ubering to work every day was getting expensive.

After what felt like hours a receptionist called his name and leading him to the back.  The room where they stopped had three people seated on one side of the table and a lone empty chair opposite them.  Taking the offered seat, Ryan thanked them, and the informal hearing began.  Each member took turns asking questions regarding Ryan’s driving history and why he felt he deserved special accommodation.  Giving clear, concise answers and using manners his grandmother would be proud of, resulted in a 2-1 decision to grant his restricted license.

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The smell emanating from the playpen was horrid.  After climaxing a second time, Claire had fallen asleep in the padded flooring and sometime during her nap deposited quite a load into her pants.  Having nowhere to hide from the odor, Hannah found herself clutching a stuffed bunny in front of her nose and hoping one of the ‘adults’ would take care of it, unfortunately though she’d used up all her luck when they decided to hold off on her orgasms until the catheter was removed. 

Kevin, Joan, and Brian continued to blather away as if nothing was wrong for another forty minutes with the homeowner occasionally slipping away to the kitchen.  Returning to the living room one more time he announced, “Dinner’s ready!”

“Smells delicious,” Kevin commented picking up Claire and carrying her to a highchair set up at the table. 

Joan took the nearby tray to slid it into place and lock it.  Retrieving a platter of bite sized chicken tenders and mac ‘n cheese she set it down in front of her ‘baby’ sister.  Directing her attention to Brian, “Do you have a bib we could borrow?”

“In the drawer over there,” came the reply.

“Do you need one?”

“That won’t be necessary,” Brian laughed unsnapping Hannah’s onesie and pulling it over her head.  “My stinky little baby is going to need a bath anyway, no sense getting a bib dirty.”

The 23-year-old fumed silently, I am not stinky, Claire is.  As she was lifted up and carried to a second highchair though, she felt her diaper sagging far more than it should be.  Her fear was confirmed when the hard wood of the seat smushed the contents of her diaper against her skin.  Mortified not because she had pooped her pants, the hollow intruder in her ass guaranteed that would happen, but because she hadn’t noticed she had been sitting in her own filth for who knows how long. 

Arms pinned beneath the locking tray she had to wait for Brian to feed her the pureed slop from the bowl in front of her.  In what could only be described as an attempt to make her look foolish, Brian deliberately altered the pace of each spoonful of the dreadful paste.  Hannah did her best to anticipate the movements, but often times she was left opening or closing her mouth too early or too late.  The net result was most of her dinner dripping down her face onto her exposed breasts and the 23-year-old still hungry when the bowl was emptied.

Claire was given a sippy cup of juice while Hannah was fed a bottle of milk and once the grown ups had completed their meal, Kevin and Joan said their goodbyes for the evening.  Clubbed mittens and diaper removed; the former teacher was placed in the warm sudsy water of the tub.  Scrubbed clean, Hannah was relieved when the hollow anal tube was removed as she was not used to having anything occupying that space; it had been a literal pain in the ass.  Dried off and laid out on a fresh diaper, her relief was short lived as Brian took the opportunity to clean the irksome device, reapply lube and reinsert it into her delicate derriere.  Then, with the sun still shining, she was sealed away in her crib for the remainder of the night.

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Sixteen

“I know when your previous teacher left it was a bit sudden,” Hannah’s replacement announced.  “But we now know why.”

Panicked, Sierra raised her hand, “You do?”

“It seems she is off galivanting around the world.”  Holding up a piece of paper, “She sent this letter to the school to explain things.  I’ll post it on the board so anyone who would like can read it when they get the chance.

Sierra most definitely wanted to do just that.  When the lesson finally ended, the young girl bee-lined to the chalkboard recognizing her former teacher’s handwriting.  Knowing the letter was a lie, she could guess that it was meant as a hidden message.  A quick photo with her phone and she and her friends were off to lunch to search for clues.  Deciding to analyze each sentence individually, she wrote them out herself in list format.

Please don’t be upset at what I am about to tell you. 

Right now, I’m not sure what direction I wish my life to go in. 

Everything was fine, but that was it, just, fine. 

Sadly, the life I was living wasn’t what I wanted it to be. 

To that end, I’ve decided to step back and take some time to discover who I really am. 

One thing that I’ve always wanted to do was travel and experience other cultures. 

Now that may seem like something I could do with a simple vacation; I need more time than a couple weeks to truly experience what I need to make myself feel whole.

Know that I love you and I will be back. 

Sorry that this takes you by surprise.

Selling all my possessions will fund this little endeavor to start and I will take jobs as needed to continue my quest so don’t worry about me. 

And though I will be out of touch, I will be thinking of you often. 

Venice will most likely be my first stop. 

Eventually, I’ll tour Tokyo, Sydney and Rio de Janeiro as well.

May fortune guide my journey. 

Elvis has left the building!

When she had finished, the solution quickly presented itself; the first letter of each line spelled out a short plea for help.  PRESTON KS SAVE ME.  Googling the town name along with her former teacher’s name netted a wide variety of results.  By the third page, Sierra was about to give up on finding anything useful when a court case from the previous day caught her eye.

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“Morning sleepyhead,” Brian cooed as he unlatched the crib bars.  Carrying Hannah to the highchair to spoon feed her a breakfast of oatmeal.  While not traditionally her favorite, she ate greedily and was able to get most of it in her mouth.  Face wiped clean; it was back to the nursery to change her soggy diaper.  The former teacher was somewhat astonished when her caregiver began packing a diaper bag and told that she was going to a babysitter’s house so that ‘daddy’ could go to work.

Driving two streets over, the 23-year-old was dropped off at the couple she had met last night’s house.  Kevin had already left for the day and Joan was busy feeding Claire breakfast when they walked in.  Leaving Hannah in the playpen, Brian issued a quick thank you and was on his way.  A couple minutes later a second baby was added to the playpen and ‘The Little Mermaid’ was on the television.

Realizing that if she took her by surprise, Hannah could undoubtedly overpower her babysitter and make an escape.  First though she had to figure out how to get out of the stupid mittens that prevented her from being able to use her hands and find where the car keys were kept.  Pretending to play with a teddy bear, the 23-year-old scanned the room in search of a key rack or purse and was pleased to see a designer handbag hanging perched atop the kitchen counter. 

Trusty old teddy bear as a screen, the former teacher began to gnaw at the leather strap around her wrist.  It was a slow process and she had to stop every time Joan looked in her direction, but progress was being made.  By the time ‘The Little Mermaid’ ended, she had chewed halfway through the restraint.  A brief pause as both the movie and Claire’s diaper were changed, and it was back to work.  Jaw aching after close to three hours of work, her task was finally complete, now she just needed an opportunity.

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Taking full advantage of his renewed ability to drive, Ryan took Hannah’s letter straight to Nick Roach’s office.  “I got this in the mail today.  It’s her handwriting, but it doesn’t sound like her, you know what I mean?”

“You think she may have been trying to convey a message someone didn’t want to get out?” The detective responded.

“Exactly.”  Ryan handed the parchment over.  “I just want to know for sure, think you can find something if it’s there?”

Taking the offered paper, “If there’s something there, I’ll figure it out, it’s what I do.”

A relieved Ryan left the office and an overworked detective quickly scanned the note.  Deciding there was nothing amiss, he figured he’d give it a couple days, call his client and let him know that his wayward ex-girlfriend really was off globetrotting.  There was other, more pressing business to attend to than some guy who couldn’t handle that he got dumped; only thing to do with people like that is take their money and give them closure.

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The internet was a great tool, you could find out almost anything you wanted so long as you knew where to look.  Sierra had taken the man’s name that had been granted custody of Ms. Castle and gotten an address and phone number in a matter of minutes.  Dialing the number, she got a response in three rings, “Hello, is this Brian?”

“It is, who is this?”

“My name is Sierra; I understand that you recently adopted an old acquaintance of mine.”

“Look, if you’re calling to tell me how evil I am then you can stop right there.  Everything-“

Sierra interrupted what was sure to be a well-rehearsed speech, “Nothing like that.  In fact, I think it’ll be good for her.  I was just wondering if you’d be willing to keep me updated on your progress.”

“Updated?”

“You know, send me pictures and stuff.”

“That seems a bit strange.  Can I ask why?”

“She bullied me.” The younger girl had to stop herself from giggling.  “I want to make a scrapbook of her new life so I can move on and know she’ll never hurt me again.”

“Tell you what, I was thinking about journaling her reformation anyway, I’ll just make her a Facebook page and post pictures, videos and stories about her new life.”

[snowwhite]

On 2/23/2021 at 3:26 PM, BjornRdr said:

I’ll admit I’m part of the problem because I don’t log in to give authors I like enough praise and maybe now that I remember my username and password I’ll change that. But I am really sick of people trashing a story because it takes a turn they don’t like. Stories are constantly going soft on their characters and being nice to them after starting out humiliating and that is not my cup of tea but it’s not my story so I just stop reading and find something else. What drives me crazy is when I find a story that is sufficiently humiliating for me (a rare find) and people trash it and then the author gets discouraged and stops writing or changes it. Stories here are free porn and I’m pretty grateful that anyone wants to take their free time to produce it. I do not expect high quality work that conforms to my interests and never deviates from them.
 

The writing of this story is pretty decent for this site. It’s honestly not my fav because it’s not quite humiliating enough for me, but it’s the closest thing I can find right now. Preston isn’t my favorite either but I do like the humiliation of being sent to court in a full diaper to have conservatorship established. And I love scenes in which the mess is patted to reinforce the patheticness of the character, so that was a greater teaser of an ending to the last part for me. I also love that this story hasn’t had Ryan come to her rescue and ended up with some loving connection between the two of them or the headmistress getting a dose of her own medicine. Those are the plot lines that drive me bonkers, personally. The fact that we jumped ship from one alternate reality where schools diaper their students and give them catheters to another where diaper punishment is part of the whole town is fine with me. Whatever it takes to up the humiliation is fine by me.

As for the world being adjacent to Preston not being established early on, if this were a writing workshop, I might agree. But it is not, it is a few paragraphs of prose that takes no investment on the part of the reader and stock characters. I don’t mean that to be an insult to the writer either. I love the tropes and the many spins people (including this author) put on them. 
 

I personally hope everyday brings a new humiliation for the character and that she becomes the most pathetic and lowest of Preston’s citizens, but whatever happens, I’ll try to remember to give kudos and if it no longer suits me, I’ll quietly slip away and look for something else because I’ll know this is likely suiting someone else and I wouldn’t want to ruin their fun. 

 

I agree with you on most point´s
In contrast to you, I love secret societies too and therefore also preston
that is it

 

@ The Cle-venger
I like your story very much, only I would have given Brian a wife. Two couples who take very special care of their adult diaperslave girls.
Thats open many doors.

really good work so far

[Edab123]

Really enjoying this, cant wait for more! I'm a big advocate of the story being the authors, if every story went the way I wanted I would get bored very fast, so keep writing the stories you want and I'll keep reading! 

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Seventeen

“Claire!  You want some num-nums?”  Joan called from the kitchen causing the other diapered woman to clap her hands and roll onto her back.

Taking that to mean it must be closing in on mid-day, Hannah assumed lunch would soon be served.  If her caregiver were distracted by meal preparation, then perhaps now was the time to rip off the cuff and finally get the hell out of this nightmare town.  Deliberately waiting until the woman’s back was turned, she gripped her now unlocked glove hand in her teeth yanking it off.  One hand now free, she unstrapped the other, jumped the playpen rail and was on top of her babysitter in no time.

A quick shove sent Joan tumbling to the ground and the former teacher took the opportunity to swipe the unprotected purse from the kitchen table.  Digging through it as she ran towards the door, she soon found what she was looking for and yanked out the key ring discarding the rest.  Now on her feet, Joan began to run after her, keeping an eye out at the pursuer behind her, the 23-year-old burst through the front door.  Smack!  Hannah’s momentum was halted by the hulking figure of a man who had been about to ring the doorbell.  Falling flat on her backside, her babysitter was able to grab her by the ear and drag her screaming towards the playpen. 

The man, Scott, armed with his magic wand, burst into laughter at the scene playing out before him.  “Uh oh.  Looks like someone could use a dose of good girl time.  You alright, Joan?”

“Can you hold her while I find something to tie her up with?”  The woman of the house asked.  “The little shit chewed through her cuffs and tried to escape.”

Pinning Hannah’s arms behind her back, Scott replied, “Not a problem.  Newbies can be quite a handful.”

In short order the pair had the former teacher trussed up to make a dominatrix proud and the orgasm master had set to work on his assigned duty with Claire.  Having reached her bliss, Claire curled up to suck her thumb and Scott turned his attention to Hannah.  A quick brush of the still vibrating device across the front of her diaper, he looked in Joan’s direction for the go-ahead. 

“Oh, why not?”  The babysitter smiled.  “What Brian doesn’t know won’t hurt him.  Besides, maybe if she wasn’t so pent up, she wouldn’t be such a bitch.” 

“No doubt.  And I think I know the perfect way to make the lesson sink in.”  He snagged the stroller by the door and wheeled it over to the playpen.  “A little bit of humility in front of other will show her just where she belongs.” 

Hannah pushed by Joan in the stroller and Claire carried by Scott, the foursome was out the door.  Arriving at the town park, a blanket was spread out for Joan and Claire to lay on while the stroller was deposited nearby and adjacent one of the parks many electronic device charging stations.  Other park goers were encouraged to gather around, and the former teacher struggled futilely against her bonds as the magic wand was plugged into an empty outlet. 

“We have a first timer here!”  the man with the buzzing toy announced slowly rubbing it between Hannah’s legs.  “Everyone show her how to be a good baby!”

A crowd of mostly men were soon congregated around the upcoming show.  The magic wand doing its thing, three seconds on, two seconds off, teasing and tormenting the former teacher at the same time.  Soon her body began to betray her, hips bucking up to maintain contact with the wand as it was pulled away.  Trying to resist, the 23-year-old, twisted her body back and forth but the device continued to vibrate against her most sensitive spot.  Powerless to stop it, Hannah erupted into the most intense orgasm of her life.  Panting, she fell limply back into her stroller to the thunderous applause of those assembled.

Weak from her exertion, she offered no defiance as Joan took her from her perch, laid her out on the blanket next to Claire and began to untape her diaper.  The crowd hooted and hollered as her crotch was wiped clean, and fresh diaper slid beneath and then sealed in place.  The show having reached its conclusion, many people began to disperse.  One of the few women in attendance lingered, “I made a recording if you’d like a copy.”

The babysitter accepted the generous offer intending to show Brian how useful the orgasm a day philosophy could be.  Wheeling her charges back to the house, she said goodbye to Scott, prepared a lunch of macaroni and cheese for Claire and took out four jars of baby food for Hannah.  The glow of ecstasy wearing off, the former teacher began to sob in humiliation as spoonful after spoonful of mush was shoveled into her mouth.  How could she live with herself after such a shameful display? 

[sparky_dude]

Like where this is going.

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Eighteen

Four jars of baby food may be a lot for an actual infant, but for a fully grown adult it was somewhat lacking.  Tragically for Hannah, being left hungry was becoming all too familiar as she and Claire were both placed into the same crib for an afternoon nap.  Uncomfortable due to a lack of food and having to share a confined space with another person, the 23-year-old twisted and turned to no avail for several minutes until her babysitter returned. 

Lowering the railing, she pulled the former teacher out and guided her to her lap in the nursery’s rocking chair.  As much as Hannah wanted to resist, the rhythmic back and forth became hypnotic and the next thing she knew she was waking up mid diaper change.  Slowly coming back to the present, she noted Joan was still distrustful of her as her arms were still trussed behind her back and that Claire was playing with blocks on the mat next to her.  Certainly, her failed escape attempt would be cause for punishment, though the homeowner seemed content to leave that to Brian.

Clean and dry for however brief a time, the former teacher along with her diapered playmate were soon back in the living room with yet another kids’ movie playing on the television.  Unsnapping her blouse, Joan had Claire across her lap to suckle an afternoon snack while she used her free hand to feed a bottle to her other charge.  Thankful that she didn’t have to get her milk from her babysitter’s breast, the 23-year-old finished before her counterpart and with nothing better to do allowed herself to be sucked into the juvenile cartoon. 

Giggling at the silly yellow sponge’s antics despite herself, the clock ticked down and Brian came to collect her.  “Was she a good girl?”

“Sadly, no.”  Joan replied.  “She chewed through her cuff and tried to make a run for it.  If Scott hadn’t shown up, she might have even got away.”

Inspecting the damaged restraint, Brian dropped it to the ground and marched toward his little girl.  “What am I going to do with you?  I thought if I gave you a chance, you could accept the gift you’ve been given, but all you do is try my patience.”

“She’s been a good girl since her treatment,” the babysitter retrieved her phone.  Pulling up the video of the episode in the park she showed it to Brian.  “I know what we discussed earlier, but it was the only way I knew to gain her compliance.”

“No, that’s alright.  You were right, I was wrong.  Perhaps I’ll be making use of your man in the near future.”  He collected Hannah from the floor.  A quick peek into the back of her diaper revealed she had soiled herself during the afternoon.  In no hurry to reward her for her earlier transgression, she was strapped into the car seat for the ride home where it was straight to the highchair. 

Icky mush smearing around inside her diaper, the former teacher squirmed in her seat.  Complaining wouldn’t do her any good, her caregiver would only penalize her further if she tried to protest and she wanted this nightmare to be over sooner rather that later.  From her vantage point, she watched as two chicken breasts, rice and green beans were cooked, half were put onto a plate, the other half into a blender.  Brian ate his meal first while it was still hot before pouring the sludge from the blender into a bowl to feed to Hannah.  Still hungry from lunch, she did her best to get as much of the slop into her mouth as possible. 

Dinner complete, the 23-year-old had her faced wiped clean and expected a bath before bed.  What she got was laid onto the change pad, a few slits cut into her stinky diaper and another taped over top.  Mumbling against the pacifier that had been placed in her mouth got a response from her guardian.  Apparently, her punishment for running away earlier was to spend the next twelve hours with her own waste strapped to her waist. 

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Like any teenager, Sierra spent most of her life on Facebook.  Scrolling through her friend’s feed, she was pleased when a notification popped up on the channel dedicated to her former teacher.  Clicking the link, she immediately broke out into laughter.  A photo of the woman, clad in a onesie with an obvious diaper bulge, was displayed.  Reading the caption below, she learned that after her public display in the park, she had been put to bed with a messy bottom.

Unable to contain her glee, she passed the link on to her friends with explicit instructions to keep the information to themselves.  Soon, there was a group discussion on whether or not they could manipulate things to get their former teacher into more embarrassing situations.  With all the suggestions in place, Sierra sent a message to the page’s creator; a note to make proposals of what kinds of punishments might be appropriate if the 23-year-old were to act up again. 

Before she could close her browser, she got a response.  “Little Hannah will no doubt earn herself many reprimands in the upcoming days.  I appreciate your input and will take them into consideration.”

“Thank you.  Having been the victim of her abuses, I feel relieved to know that someone like you has taken control to teach her the proper way.”  The 14-year-old responded.

“No problem.  The next time she needs correction, and I doubt it will be too long, I will be sure to consult to make sure she learns her lesson.”

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Nineteen

“I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.” Kevin admonished.  “She’s just a little baby.  What would have happened if she made it out the door?”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Joan sniffled and tugged at the hem of her new underwear.  She hadn’t been put back into pullups since the early days of regressing her sister but knew daddy only would have done it if he was truly worried about losing baby Hannah.  “I promise I’ll do better tomorrow.”

Kissing her on the forehead, “You better, or we’ll have to find someone to look after all three of you.”

“But daddy!”

“Now, now, honey.  It’s just three days until the weekend.  No more misadventures and you can have your panties back then.”

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Backside itching with no relief in sight, Hannah tossed and turned in her crib.  She could see that it was still night out by the darkness of the sky and doubted Brian would be in any time before daybreak to clean her messy pants.  Out of options, she did what any real baby would and began crying.  Small sobs of self-pity soon gave way to louder, uncontrolled howls.  Before the 23-year-old knew it, the sun was out and the crib bars were down; she must have tired herself out and fallen asleep.

Brian reached in, scooped his charge up and carried her towards the changing table, a goofy grin and babble on his lips.  “Who’s a stinky baby?  Who’s a stinky baby?  You are!  Oh, yes you are!”

Dirty diaper removed, bottom wiped clean, the former teacher was then taken and given a bath.  Both devices that took away all control of her bodily functions were scrubbed, lubed and re-inserted before a fresh diaper was taped in place.  An ‘I Love My Daddy’ onesie was buttoned in place overtop the crinkly undergarment and that was apparently her outfit for the day.  Bottom still itching despite being clean, Hannah squirmed her way through an oatmeal breakfast with most of it ending up on her bib.  Diaper bag packed, it was off for another day at the babysitter’s house.

Upon entering, Hannah saw Kevin holding Claire’s poop-stained butt in the air and gently wiping the mess away.  He looked up when Brian dumped the former teacher in the playpen.  “Not to worry, she’s been warned.”

“I should hope so,” Brian responded placing a stuffed animal between Hannah’s gloved hands.  Today, a small chain with padlock had replaced the leather strap from the day before.  “Who knows what damage she could do if she were to get loose.”

Finishing the diaper change, he beckoned his wife over.  When he nodded, she unbuttoned her jeans to reveal the butterfly pullup beneath.  “As I said, she’s been warned.”

“Glad to hear it.”  Brian smiled, waved goodbye to his little girl and was out the door followed by Kevin.

Hiding her face behind the stuffed rabbit, the 23-year-old mused, so Joan got punished for yesterday.  I wonder what would happen if she were to get in trouble again today.  Might be an interesting way to pass the time, no doubt my friends have gotten the letter and are sure to decipher it soon.  I have a day, two at the most, let’s see what kind of trouble I can cause in the meantime.

A fun game became crying whenever her babysitter looked like she might be ducking off to use the restroom.  While Joan no doubt still had control over her bladder, it was entertaining to watch her dance around and pressing a hand between her legs.  Just when she thought she had the woman on the verge of wetting herself, a pacifier gag was tied in Hannah’s mouth and she was leashed to the playpen bars as Joan darted off towards the bathroom.  Her fun temporarily halted; the former teacher tried to think of other ways to bring the woman down to size.

The 23-year-olds thoughts of revenge were put on hold as Scott burst through the door.  Nonchalantly, he set down his bag and took out his vibrating friend.  Stepping over the playpen wall, he plugged it in and turned it on the lowest setting.  Claire’s eyes lit up and she eagerly crawled in his direction while Hannah did her best to fade into the background.  Seeing this, he soon had Hannah backed into a corner and the wand tantalizingly close to her diapered crotch.  Not wanting to be left out, Claire was soon thrusting her hips against the device which in turn pressed it into the former teacher’s padding.

“Looks like the baby girls want to play together.” Joan commented returning to the living room.

Moving the magic wand back and forth between the two diapered woman’s crotches Scott responded, “I’m seeing how well they can play together.  Perhaps in the future we can get them doing this on their own.”

As much as she hated what was happening, Hannah was powerless to stop the vibrations and soon she and Claire were both moaning in ecstasy.  The diapers, the humiliation, all of it was forgotten as she and her playmate climaxed simultaneously.  Exhausted, she curled up ready to drift to sleep, not even protesting when Claire snuggled in next to her and their diapers crinkled against one another to send a shiver up her spine. 

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Lunchtime rolled around and Sierra quickly grabbed her food, found a table and logged onto the Facebook live stream of her former teacher.  The screen showed her and another woman in diapers being roused from their nap.  The other woman was taken to a highchair to be fed while Hannah was left to crawl around in her droopy diaper.  Giggling, Sierra clicked a few screen shots to save for later and logged out.

“What are you so happy about?”  One of her friends set down a tray.

Showing off one of the new pictures, “Just admiring Ms. Castle’s new life.”

“Oh my God!  That’s so funny!  How long do you think she’ll stay like this?”

“If all goes according to plan?  The rest of her life.”

“Now what is this?” The school’s principal peered down at the photo.

[snowwhite]

Really a very interesting story what you tell us.

I like the content, how you described Hannah's awaking, in the middle of the night.
It now looks like both sisters, are in a similar situation to Hannah.
One girl is a baby, the other only one step from be a baby.
The twist with Joan has a lot of potential.

I am very curious to find out who else is involved
can´t wait to see more

[kirababy]

nice cliffhanger, is this the first scout of the cavalry, or will it be a big shot of nothing...

[kerry]

I really hope that this moment signals the turning of the tide. Sierra deserves serious punishment for what she has done. Maybe she should be sent to Preston to replace Hannah...

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Twenty

The middle of the afternoon found Hannah groggily waking up to find Joan in the middle of changing her diaper.  Giggling at the sight of her babysitter’s pullup peeking out the back of her shorts when she turned to grab the powder, the 23-year-old was soon reminded of her own infantile status when said powder was sprinkled between her legs and the fresh diaper taped in place.  A bottle of milk clubbed in her mittened hands, the former teacher suckled while her Claire had her turn and being changed. 

There had to be a way to screw with Joan, get her in further trouble, not because it would help Hannah escape but because she needed something to pass the time until she was inevitably rescued.  Ryan, her white knight, was no doubt already riding in on his trusty steed, so why not get back at the locals as best she could?  Trying to keep her out of the bathroom had failed and Joan was most likely on guard for another escape attempt, so what could she do?

Perhaps if she kept the babysitter occupied, her diapered counterpart would create her own mischief.  Crying as loud as she could brought the woman rushing over.

“What is it, sweetheart?  I fed you, I changed you, what could you need?”  A quick peek into the back of her charges diaper, “No presents here.  Are you still hungry?  We can take care of that.”

Expecting the woman to disappear to the kitchen to fetch a bottle, the 23-year-old was a bit baffled when she was laid on the woman’s lap.  Off came the shirt, out came the breast and Hannah’s mouth was guided towards the exposed nipple.  Wanting nothing to do with what was being offered, Hannah bit down causing Joan to scream in pain and push her away.  With a thud, the former teacher landed heavily on her backside and immediately knew something was wrong; the hollow plug felt as if it had been driven deep inside her.  Crying for real garnered no sympathy.

“You can cut that out right now, I’m not falling for it again!” The babysitter huffed covering herself and storming away.  “And you can be sure I’m going to tell your daddy about this too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“It’s not what it looks like,” Sierra stammered.

The principal looked non-plussed, “Oh really?  Cause it looks like you’re photoshopping a diaper onto your teacher.  And while I may not agree with the way she abruptly left, that doesn’t give you the right to be disrespectful.  I think a weeks-worth of detention should do the trick.”

Waiting for the balding old man to strut away, the freshman fumed to her friends, “The bitch isn’t even here and she’s getting me detention.  I can’t wait until she gets in trouble so I can get even.  Grrr!”

“What are you going to do?” One of the gathered girls inquired.

“I don’t know, but she’s definitely not going to like it.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Deciding enough time had passed, detective Nick Roach gave his client a call.  “Ryan?  I have news for you.”

“Is it good or bad?” The former teacher’s former boyfriend asked.

“I guess you could say it’s a bit of both.  She is fine; however, she doesn’t want to be contacted.”

Sighing, Ryan responded, “I see.  So that’s it?  She left me and there’s nothing I can do?”

“I’m afraid so.”  The detective leaned back in his chair and took a bite of his sandwich.  “If anything changes, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

Hanging up, Ryan went to his boss to request the rest of the day off.  It wasn’t like Hannah to just abandon everything, but if the detective was to be believed, she did.  Arriving home, he brought up the pictures of them on his phone, slowly scrolling through to remember the good times before banishing the memories to the deleted file.

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Tears streaming down her cheeks and hands pawing uselessly on her padded posterior, Hannah was in serious pain.  “Please!  Something’s wrong, it hurts so bad!”

“Babies don’t talk,” Joan rolled the 23-year-old onto her stomach to give her backside a swat and noticed a red discoloration.  Quickly untaping the diaper, she noticed blood dripping from her charges back passage and that the hollow tube had disappeared.  Pulling out her cell phone, “Hello?  911?  I need an ambulance, quick!”

As the babysitter relayed the details to the dispatcher the wails of a siren grew closer and soon Hannah was loaded in the back of the ambulance headed for the town hospital.  An IV was hooked to her arm, pain medication pushed, and the overgrown baby was asleep before arrival not to wake again until after surgery and her daddy was sitting beside her hospital crib.  Having filled the prescription for pain medication while his little girl slept and received the go ahead from the doctor, Brian carefully carried the former teacher to the car for the journey home. 

“Wha…  What’s goin on?”  Hannah slurred still a bit delirious from the medication.

“Shhh.  Babies don’t speak.”  Her caregiver pulled out a pacifier and stuck it between her lips.  “You’ve had a hard day, get some rest, I’ll explain when we get home.”

Curious about the infantile device in her mouth, the 23-year-old began to take stock of her surroundings.  She was locked into an oversized child seat with an obviously well used diaper strapped to her waist and the scenery out the window didn’t look the slightest bit familiar.  Her brain began to piece together the puzzle.  Oh, shit.  It hadn’t been a dream.  She was waking up to the nightmare, twin rivers once more cascaded down her cheeks at the revelation.

Back at her new home, Brian placed her on her tummy in the playpen and pulled out his laptop.  Logging into a chat program, he made a bottle for his baby while he waited for a response.  Hannah was laying across her daddy’s lap suckling greedily when the face of her former student popped up in the open chat window. 

“Oh my god, that’s so precious!” Sierra beamed.

Keeping the bottle firmly in the former teacher’s mouth so she couldn’t speak, Brian replied.  “If only she was this sweet all the time.”

“Uh-oh, did someone get in trouble again today?”

“To say the least.  She bit her babysitter during feeding and ended up in the hospital after falling off the babysitter’s lap.”

Feigning sympathy, the 14-year-old inquired, “Is she okay?”

“She will be in a few days.  The hollow plug I had been using to weaken her sphincter got pushed too far in and needed to be surgically removed.  Really that turned out to be a blessing in disguise, though.”

“How so?”

“Well, I hadn’t been planning on it, but since she was in surgery anyway, I had the doctor just go ahead and sever the nerves regulating her bladder and bowels.  No more ability to clamp down and stop her peepees or poopoos any more for my little baby.”  He easily kept Hannah’s attempts at thrashing under control.  “The reason I called was to get suggestions on what to do about her biting.”

Barely able to contain her glee upon hearing her former teacher was now totally diaper dependent, Sierra blurted out the first thing that came to her head.  “Why not get rid of her teeth too?  Babies don’t need to chew after all and then even if she does try to bite it won’t do much.”

Once again, the 23-year-old struggled futility on her daddy’s lap and was subdued.  “That is an excellent suggestion.  We’ll see about getting her to the dentist in the morning.  For now, she’s had a rough day, I suppose I’ll just give Miss Piddle Pants a change and put her to bed.”

“Nighty, night Miss Piddle Pants!” Sierra giggled ending the chat session.

[Guilend]

I bet the babysitter got a spanking for that maybe she was scared enough to wet herself. I love seeing a babysitter being made to wear pull ups or diapers 

[Babytom948]

This might be the most unbelievable chapter,a hospital doing nothing about that weird situation.

[The Cle-venger]

10 hours ago, Babytom948 said:

This might be the most unbelievable chapter,a hospital doing nothing about that weird situation.

For a hospital located in Preston and staffed by residents of Preston, the situation wouldn't seem weird

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter Twenty-One

Sun shining brightly through the crib bars, Hannah estimated it to be mid-morning which meant she’d been asleep for over 12 hours.  Stretching, she felt the tell-tale signs that she’d messed in her sleep and began to cry as she remembered what Brian had said the night before.  Even if she did manage to escape this hell, she’d still be pooping her pants the rest of her life. 

Moments later, he entered the room with a smile, “Hey there, sweetie.  How about we get some breakfast in you then we you a bath?”

Stripped out of the onesie and strapped into the highchair wearing just her soiled diaper and bondage mittens, the 23-year-old did her best to anticipate her caregiver’s movement with the spoon.  Face and breasts covered in oatmeal at the end of the feeding, she was given a bottle of formula.  It tasted worse than normal, no doubt due to her pain medication being mixed in with it, and by the time it was halfway drained there was a knock on the door. 

“Is there a Hannah Castle here?” A man holding a bouquet of assorted flowers inquired.

Brian turned his head to yell in the direction of the kitchen, “Aww, honey, looks like Kevin and Joan got you a little get well present.”

When was facing him once more, the delivery man’s fist rocketed into Brian’s nose; blood squirted everywhere.  A second blow followed by a third landed in quick succession knocking out the stunned caregiver’s teeth.  Stepping over his victim, the delivery man strode into the house and making a beeline towards the kitchen.  Upon seeing the diaper clad woman, he let out a sigh, “My God, what have they done to you?”

“Dad?”  Hannah asked groggily as the pain meds started to do their thing. 

“That’s right, sweetie; I’m here to get you out.”  He responded removing the mittens from his daughter’s hands. 

“She’s not going anywhere,” Brian spit blood.  “She’s legally mine now.”

Helping Hannah out of the highchair, “Go get yourself cleaned up and some real clothes on while I deal with this idiot.”

“Don’t you dare move baby girl or bruise your bottom so bad you won’t be able to sit for a week.  Daddy has already called, and the police are on the way to arrest this misguided gentleman.”  The sound of sirens growing louder substantiated his point. 

Rolling his eyes, Hannah’s father launched a haymaker that connected with the other man’s jaw and dropped him into an unconscious heap on the floor.  Time running out before the police arrived, he grabbed a coat to drape over his half naked daughter.  “Sorry honey, we gotta go.”

“Wait!”  The adrenaline of the situation counteracting the drugs in her system, 23-year-old pulled away and ran to the nursery.  Grabbing a package of diapers, she rejoined her father who now had a perplexed look on his face.  “I’ll explain in the car.”

Speeding away, Hannah recalled the horrors of the last two weeks to her father including her surgically created incontinence.  She could tell he wanted nothing more than to turn the car around and kill the bastard who had hurt her, but reason prevailed, and they continued east crossing the border into Missouri four hours later.  Finally feeling like it was safe to stop, her dad bought clothes for her to wear while the 23-year-old did her best to change herself in the ladies room.  Her infantile underwear was crooked, and the tapes were perhaps not as snug as they could be, but for her first time it wasn’t bad.  Back on the road, it was smooth sailing home.

~~~~~~~~~~~

ONE YEAR LATER:

“Hannah!  Are you ready?”  Hannah’s mother called.

Placing the last tape on the front panel of her diaper the now 24-year-old yelled back, “Just putting on a fresh diaper so I don’t leak at court today.”

“Honestly, honey, you’ve been living with your father and I for the last year and you haven’t had a leak in the last 10 months, I don’t know why you’re always so paranoid.”

“It’s a big day.  I’m testifying against Brian and Headmistress Givens in their kidnapping and human trafficking case, and I don’t want to give them the satisfaction.”  Dressed in a navy skirt and white blouse she exited her childhood bedroom.  “How do I look?”

“Beautiful as always.” Mother Castle beamed.

“I wish dad could come with us.”

“Me too, dear.  But part of his probation agreement for assaulting that monster is he isn’t allowed within 100 yards of him.”

Mother and daughter together in the car, Hannah couldn’t help but reflect on everything that had transpired.  The mistaken identity and spanking that had started it all, being traded off to a pervert when the truth came out and the humiliating week of forced babyhood.  Now it was all coming to an end.  The evil headmistress and the aforementioned pervert were soon to be convicted and sent to prison.  Her former student, Sierra, while not in legal trouble certainly regretted her part as her parents shipped her off to St. Anne’s Reformatory School for some much-needed correction. 

It had taken a long time to come to terms with her new status as a 24/7 diaper dependent adult and Ryan had done his best to be supportive, but in the end, they had parted ways, Hannah just wasn’t ready to date.  She was ready to get back into the work force but having to explain to potential employers her hiatus was problematic to say the least even with her adulthood status restored through the courts.  Most of her days were spent searching online job boards and evenings perusing the content at DailyDiapers, where it felt good not to be so alone.

[Babyjustin25]

So glad to hear that it has a happy ending. 

 

[kerry]

This was a very interesting story, though I thought that it could have been more carefully crafted. Unlike some, I didn't mind the move to Preston; however, at every step, things just leapt ahead so swiftly, with so much happening "backstage," that I felt it was very rushed. And nowhere was more rushed than the ending: her father's role was barely even mentioned before (if indeed it even was—I can't honestly recall), and his sudden appearance and her rescue pretty much came out of nowhere. Don't get me wrong: I'm glad she was rescued and that those responsible are facing justice, but it felt like you just rant out of steam on this one and jumped to an ending.

[The Cle-venger]

1 hour ago, kerry said:

though I thought that it could have been more carefully crafted. Unlike some, I didn't mind the move to Preston; however, at every step, things just leapt ahead so swiftly, with so much happening "backstage," that I felt it was very rushed.

well, you're not wrong

[sparky_dude]

good to see a happy ending, I enjoyed your story and happy you shared it with us. I thought she was not going to get rescued but happy she did.

[D503]

Nice story thanks with a few twists and turns. Be fun to see a "St. Anne’s Reformatory School" spin-off!

[Guilend]

I would like to see what happened to the babysitter.  Was her pull up used and if she got punished at all. 

Otherwise it was good. Just the ending was a bit rushed.