CDfm Posted August 16, 2024 Posted August 16, 2024 The new bedroom is the best thing Isabelle has done for Sam. The clothing you can understand. because of the size issue she probably doesn’t have a good opportunity to find any more grown up clothes. Sam can explain that to her new friends and hopefully they will understand. Sam’s real problem is going to come when her classmates discover her diapers. I am looking forward to seeing more.
Elfy Posted August 22, 2024 Author Posted August 22, 2024 Despite Sam's excitement at getting a new bedroom things aren't all going her way. A few days later she has the morning from hell... --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam woke up the next day with a smile even though her diaper was soaked. She was very happy with her new bedroom, she hadn’t realised just how much her nursery left her feeling like a baby. To be in surroundings of a bigger girl did her confidence a world of good. That wasn’t to say that all Sam’s problems had been solved. The next few days were full of the usual struggles for her. Isabelle had been happy to hear that Sam was getting extra tutoring after school from Miss. Hunt, however progress was still slow and Sam was getting increasingly frustrated. In better news her friends seemed to see the improvement in Sam’s wardrobe, she told a little white lie and said she chose them herself which seemed to gain her a little extra respect. At home things had gotten a little better as well. It wasn’t just the bedroom that had changed. Sam was no longer fed her meals in the highchair, instead she sat on a big booster seat that allowed her to feed herself. The baby bottles were gone ad had been replaced by sippy cups and Sam was even allowed to bathe herself a couple of times. After so much trouble she finally felt like she was doing well. Progress, however, is rarely a straight line. After a week in this new schedule and just as Sam was getting used to it she suffered a setback. Her bowel control had grown to be good so it was a great and unwelcome surprise when Sam’s eyes blinked open one morning with a big sticky feeling in the back of her overnight diaper. Sam couldn’t believe it. She sat up and felt the sludge in the back of her padding squeeze between her legs. Immediately it felt like the progress she had made had slipped away. She needed attention right away and with her emotions still very volatile she started crying loudly. She wailed as the smell filled the air around her which only upset her more. “What’s going on?” It took a minute or two for Isabelle to walk in to Sam’s bedroom. She looked very tired and was likely still asleep until Sam childish crying woke her up. Sam was too upset to use her words. She raised her arms up for Isabelle to pick her up. The guardian looked confused at the sudden reversion to childish behaviour. She walked halfway across the room when it was clear she was hit by the smell of Sam’s diaper. She came to a stop as she breathed in through her nose. After a second her shoulders slumped and her face changed to one of frustration as she looked down at the bed. “Really?” Isabelle said with obvious annoyance, “I thought we were past this.” This only made Sam more upset. This was a time when she needed a cuddle and to be told everything would be alright, instead she got Isabelle muttering and clearly annoyed as she got a new diaper out and put it on the changing table. Sam was lifted on to the padded table none too gently and felt angry at her caregivers lack of maternal instincts. The only sound in the room was Sam’s sobbing as her messy diaper was changed. Isabelle looked annoyed the whole time and Sam couldn’t express well enough why she was so upset and why it wasn’t all to do with the poopy disposable. Once in a fresh diaper Sam was dressed for the day and taken downstairs. She was in a foul mood as she was placed on her booster seat. Isabelle made her some cereal for breakfast but the tension remained. “Hopefully you don’t need me to feed you.” Isabelle said as she placed the bowl in front of Sam. Sam glared up at Isabelle. When the tall woman turned around to get her own breakfast Sam stuck her tongue out at her. She started eating and made a show of it to make sure Isabelle saw that she could do it herself. Isabelle seemed nonplussed which just irritated Sam even more. With the caretaker getting ready for work Sam was left alone in the kitchen. She found herself getting distracted quite a bit as she felt her diaper warming between her legs. With a sigh Sam could only hope that the next time she needed to pee she was given a little bit more warning. She reached for her drink but it was frustratingly just out of reach on the table. She leaned forwards and reached out but couldn’t clasp the glass. She got her feet up to climb on the seat and reached again. Her fingertips could just about touch the drink. “Come on…” Sam grunted. Sam jumped slightly to give herself a little extra reach. It still wasn’t quite enough. She tried once more and disaster struck. Sam instantly lost her balance and started falling backwards. Her arms flew out and she knocked the bowl off the table and on to the floor causing the remaining half of her breakfast to splash on the floor and the nearby cabinets. That was the least of Sam’s problems though, she was still falling and she toppled off the chair to land in a heap in a puddle of milk. She immediately started crying like a baby. “Sam!?” Isabelle called out as she hurried down to the kitchen, “Sam? What happened?” Sam was still laying in the milk and crying loudly when Isabelle came into the room and lifted her up. She haltingly explained what had happened in between sobs whilst Isabelle surveyed the scene. She seemed annoyed. “For Heaven’s sake, Sam…” Isabelle said as she picked the soggy woman up, “You could’ve just called for me.” If Sam hadn’t been so upset she would’ve told Isabelle she wanted to do it by herself, that she hated having to rely on others for everything. Unfortunately she was far too upset to make any such comment. She simply sobbed in her wet clothes. “We’re going to be late.” Isabelle said, “I’ll have to clean up this mess later.” Sam was carried upstairs by a visibly annoyed Isabelle. She was changed out of her wet clothes and into a new outfit so rapidly that at first she was given mismatched socks. Told to wait in her room whilst Isabelle changed Sam’s bottom lip stuck out as she wiped her eyes. As she waited she felt a rumble in her tummy. Learned behaviour took over and before she even thought about what she was doing she had squatted on the floor. Before even thinking about trying to make it to the potty Sam was pushing and quickly filled up the back of her diaper. The hot mush spread all over causing her to shudder in relief as she fully emptied herself. She was still squatting as the door to the bedroom opened again. “Sam, we have to-… What are you…?” Isabelle’s face turned into one of disbelief, “Sam! Don’t tell me you’ve just pooped your pants!” Sam’s little hands balled up into fists. Of course she had, there was no disputing the position she was in or the smell that was circulating around the room already. She wanted to ask what Isabelle expected when she wasn’t fully potty trained still. Isabelle was looking at her phone and shaking her head. “You should’ve done this earlier.” Isabelle said rather grumpily as she lifted Sam up and placed her on the changing table. “I didn’t need to.” Sam replied as she pouted. She folded her arms across her chest and looked away from Isabelle in a sulk as her pants were pulled down. “We’re going to be late.” Isabelle said again, “You should’ve done this in your last diaper.” Isabelle kept muttering whilst Sam laid back passively. The caretaker was in a rush to get this change done, that much was obvious. She was none too gentle in cleaning Sam up and taping her into a fresh diaper. As soon as she was dressed again Sam was lifted up and Isabelle rushed her out of the room. The drive to school was tense. Isabelle was clearly in a hurry and Sam was taking a small amount of joy in inconveniencing her. It felt like a satisfactory punishment for Isabelle who, in Sam’s opinion, was much too strict for her own good. She tried not to think about how petty she was being, blaming it all on the conditioning that she was still working to get rid of. Once at the school Sam was quickly taken out of the car ad lifted on to Isabelle’s hip. There was no one else around, Sam realised they were later than she had imagined since everyone appeared to already be in class. Isabelle marched up the steps quickly and took her through the doors into the building. “Put me down!” Sam hissed desperately as they started passing classrooms. This wasn’t the nursery anymore, she couldn’t be seen being carried like this! Isabelle ignored her until they reached Sam’s classroom. She knocked on the door as Sam squirmed to try and drop down to the floor. When the door opened Sam froze up. “Sorry she’s late.” Isabelle said rather quickly, “It’s been a hell of a morning.” “Oh, erm, it’s no problem. Is everything OK?” Miss. Hunt replied. From Sam’s point of view things were definitely not OK. She could see some of her classmates, some of her friends, staring at her in shock. No doubt they were shocked to see a girl of Sam’s supposed age being carried like a toddler. Sam’s face burned bright red and she hid it behind her hands. She had worked so hard to prove to these kids she wasn’t a baby and it felt like it was all being undone. “Come on in. You haven’t missed anything.” Miss. Hunt said with a trepidatious smile. Sam was finally put down and she hurried to separate herself from Isabelle. She didn’t even look back as she walked between the other students to her desk. She felt humiliated and angry, when she heard some of the kids whispering about how she was being carried she shot them a look that could’ve turned them to stone. She was still fuming once she got to her desk and the teacher had handed her the worksheet everyone else was working on. It was all about spelling, one thing Sam was decidedly bad at. “Just do your best.” Miss. Hunt said quietly to Sam. Sam took the paper and immediately knew she couldn’t make head nor tail of it. She had made a little progress with her after school sessions with Miss. Hunt but it was still a frustratingly small amount. Any words longer that three letters were a real struggle for her. The room was quiet except for the sounds of pencils on paper. All around her children were answering questions whilst she stared uselessly at the paper. There wasn’t a single one she could answer. She had already been pushed to the end of her tether that morning and she was getting exceptionally frustrated. The sounds of pencil scratching seemed to get louder as she continued to struggle with even the first question. She found her eyes shimmering with tears, a childish response to the stress which she hated and served only to make her more cross. It had been the morning from hell and she felt like she was about to explode. This was stupid. It was all stupid. Sam shouldn’t be there. She was an adult who had been kidnapped and forced into all sorts of horrible humiliations that she had no control over. Getting better was taking far too long. She should’ve been at college with her friends or at home with her family, instead she was sitting in a stupid classroom full of stupid children and she couldn’t even keep up with them… Sam’s heart hammered as every muscle was tensed. She was angry at Isabelle and her stupid meanness, she was angry at Jess for kidnapping her, she was angry at the world for being born this way. More than anything though, she was done doing this stupid work! Sam hit out with her arm and knocked the worksheet and all her stationary off the desk and on to the floor. She heard some gasps but she wasn’t done. She hopped down off her seat and upended the whole desk which fell to the floor with a clatter. One of the nearby students yelped as the desk nearly hit their leg. “Sam!” Miss. Hunt looked shocked at the sudden outburst, “What do you think you are doing?” “I’m done!” Sam yelled as she stamped her feet, “I’m finithed with thith thtupid clath.” Sam’s lisp was only making her even more upset. The other students seemed to be shocked into silence as she stood there breathing heavily and feeling righteous anger. If she could’ve done she would’ve upended every desk. After everything she had been through she deserved to make some other people suffer. “Go to the Principal’s office.” Miss. Hunt said as she took a form and quickly filled it out. She looked more upset than angry and Sam actually started to feel bad. The teacher had only tried to help her and was clearly taking Sam’s behaviour as an insult. But those feelings of regret for the teacher were nothing compared to the anger that was still boiling inside her. She stomped over to the desk and took the slip of paper. She heard children muttering as she passed, what she didn’t know was that in all of the commotion her shirt had rode up and exposed the back of her diaper to the room. Sam stormed off without looking back and made her way down the corridor to the Principal’s office. It was behind reception and as she approached she saw the usual receptionist look up and wave at her in recognition as she approached. “Ah, Sam, come to see the nurse?” The receptionist asked. Sam shook her head and held up the note she had been given by the teacher. The receptionist took it and read. As her eyes travelled down her face seemed to harden a little. “I see.” The receptionist sounded a lot less friendly now, “Come with me.” Sam waited by the side door as she usually did for diaper changes until the receptionist opened it for her. The diapered woman followed the older one into the administration area, past the nurse’s office and to a particularly private and grand looking room. On the door was a brass plaque that read “Mrs. Wendy Botham – Principal.” Sam suddenly felt a little afraid as the adrenaline rush of her anger faded. Faced with the consequences of her actions she started to regret losing her cool in such a big way. The receptionist knocked on the door and then walked in, Sam went to follow but was stopped by the door closing. A few seconds later the receptionist stepped back out. “Have a seat. The Principal will see you in a minute.” The receptionist said indicating the chairs next to the door. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/c2271938-61f8-44f6-8af8-1073c8192297 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1451451 6
kerry Posted August 22, 2024 Posted August 22, 2024 5 hours ago, Elfy said: Miss. Hunt I'm enjoying the story, but this name pulls me out every time I read it. There is no period in "Miss," as it is not an abbreviation for anything.
Elfy Posted August 22, 2024 Author Posted August 22, 2024 5 minutes ago, kerry said: I'm enjoying the story, but this name pulls me out every time I read it. There is no period in "Miss," as it is not an abbreviation for anything. Huh. I never knew that! I'll try to remember going forwards
Fargoth_the_great Posted August 23, 2024 Posted August 23, 2024 17 hours ago, kerry said: I'm enjoying the story, but this name pulls me out every time I read it. There is no period in "Miss," as it is not an abbreviation for anything. That might explain it, I'll have my browser read to me some times and every time it'll go "Mississippi Hunt" lol. 1
Elfy Posted August 29, 2024 Author Posted August 29, 2024 Sam's bad day continues. After a warning in the morning for disrupting class she returns to her regular schedule, however there are more problems to come on the playground... --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam climbed up and sat down. She sank into her wet padding slightly as she started thinking about what she had done. Maybe that was the point of having to wait outside the office, to make the students calm down and think. Sam hated that it worked on her as much as it would any of her classmates. She prayed that Isabelle wouldn’t be told about all this. She didn’t need to give her caretaker more reasons to be cross with her. “Sam? Would you like to come in?” The door had opened and Sam heard the voice but the Principal hadn’t stuck her head through. Slipping off the chair Sam nervously entered the office to see a desk behind which sat an older woman who looked a lot kinder than Sam had been prepared for. She was gesturing to the seat on the other side of the desk which Sam waddled over to and climbed into. She looked down at her hands that were clasped in her lap as Mrs. Botham read the note Sam had carried with her. “So, Sam, what’s going on?” Mrs. Botham asked. Sam shrugged. In all honesty she wasn’t sure how much the Principal knew about her circumstances though she had to think she was aware that Sam was actually an adult. This would surely have been the person Isabelle spoke with to get her in the class in the first place. “Miss. Hunt said you were naughty and knocked your desk over.” Mrs. Botham continued, “Why did you do that?” “Angry…” Sam muttered without looking up. “And why were you angry?” Mrs. Botham asked. “I can’t do the work.” Sam pouted, “And… well, it wath a bad morning.” “I see.” Mrs. Botham paused for a few seconds before continuing, “Sam, I know the circumstances that led you to this school. You’ve been through a lot and I’m aware that you are still fighting hard to get back to the woman you were but I cannot have you disrupting classes. I allowed you to go into Miss. Hunt’s class with the express promise from Isabelle that you would behave and that you wanted to learn.” “I do!” Sam quickly interjected. She didn’t like the way Mrs. Botham was talking, it sounded like she was about to be expelled. “You must behave, OK?” Mrs. Botham said, “You are a special case but I can’t jeopardise the learning environment of the children.” Sam nodded her head. She was still angry and frustrated but what the Principal said made sense to her. Mrs. Botham smiled and nodded back. “Then you are free to return to class.” Mrs. Botham said, “But just know that you won’t get another warning. If you want to be here you have to prove you are mature enough to be here.” Sam slipped off the chair and left the office. She started to make her way back towards the front of reception when she paused. The nurse’s office was on her left and it was probably best she visit now rather than disrupt the class again. --- Sam walked back to her classroom with a new diaper and a new mind set. She was determined to act more like the grown up she was trying to recover. She knocked on the classroom door and when it opened she looked up to see Miss. Hunt looking down at her. “I’m thorry I wath bad.” Sam said quietly. “That’s OK, Sam. Thank you for apologising.” Miss. Hunt said as she stepped out of the way. Sam felt like something was different right away. As she walked in she saw students muttering to each other, she heard a few laugh. At first she thought it was about her but decided she must be being paranoid, or at the very least they were talking about her tantrum which was only to be expected. Getting back to her seat Sam lifted herself up and sat down. She picked up her pencil and waited for the lesson to resume when she heard whispers behind her that made her freeze. Her blood ran cold. “Are you sure it was a diaper?” “Of course I am. My little sister wears the same ones…” Sam couldn’t turn around to look at who was speaking. All she knew was they were both boys and they both seemed to know her secret. This was a disaster. Her mind went through the possibilities and tried to find any explanation that meant she hadn’t been found out. She was coming up empty handed. The time in the classroom up until lunch was extremely stressful. Sam was struggling with the work anyway but with the apparent exposure of her secret she found it very hard to concentrate. The anger and frustration that had boiled over and then gone back down to a simmer threatened to overtake her again. She still hadn’t got a handle on her childish emotional overreactions and tantrums. She wanted to turn around and demand to know what the two boys knew but couldn’t. When the bell went for lunch Sam remained in her seat. As students filed out many turned to look back at her whilst grinning. She had a bad feeling about this. She slipped off her seat and took her packed lunch out of her bag. As she made her way out to the playground she felt very paranoid. Sam walked out on to the playground and everything seemed quite normal. She walked over to the usual spot where her friends hung out. As she approached she saw them look away sheepishly. She stood a few feet away. “Hey… What’s wrong?” Sam asked as she clutched her lunch bag to her chest. “Hey Sam…” Laura said. She still wasn’t looking at Sam and was instead examining the buckle on one of her shoes, “Erm, you can’t hang out with us anymore.” It was said so matter-of-factly that Sam was taken off-guard. She hadn’t expected a girl so young to be so blunt. She swallowed and felt the motion catch in her throat as emotion thought to get out. It wasn’t anger though. It was sadness. She so desperately wanted to fit in. “But…” Sam started with a shaky voice. “Sorry.” Laura said. She acted as if she didn’t have a choice in all this. As if she was bound by the laws of the children’s playground. The group closed ranks with their backs to Sam. She watched them for a minute with a trembling bottom lip and had terrible flashbacks to when she was a child. She often found herself excluded then as well because she was different, as soon as her peers started to outgrow her physically they seemed to outgrow her socially as well. “But…” Sam said. The girls didn’t say anything or acknowledge that Sam was even there. They started walking a few steps further away leaving Sam alone. She felt empty. It was as if she had been hollowed out. To be so callously dropped by her friends as if she meant absolutely nothing to them. Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to think of a way to make it all better. She was coming up empty. Sam turned away with tears in her eyes. She walked across the playground whilst attempting to avoid being knocked over by the bigger kids. Eventually she reached the wooden fence at the opposite edge of the open space and slumped down until she was sitting with her legs out in front of her. She dropped her lunch to the side, didn’t feel at all hungry. “Stop being so stupid.” Sam muttered to herself as she wiped her eyes, “They’re just stupid kids. Who cares if they like you?” Sam tried to convince herself that she didn’t really care but the sobs that kept forcing their way out told a different story. She was only going to be in the class for a couple of weeks before moving on, Isabelle had said as much, so realistically it didn’t matter if she made friends here, she wouldn’t see these people again. It didn’t make the sting of rejection feel any better. “There she is!” A boy called out. Suddenly there were four boys stood in front of Sam. With their shirts untucked, their hair messy and red cheeks they had clearly just been roughhousing or something. Sam was immediately uneasy. These were the “bad kids” of her class, as much as kids that young could be bad. They were often disruptive and Sam was immediately on edge. Sam climbed to her feet but was still shorter than the boys who had closed in a little. She noticed they had blocked off her escape routes. This was all she needed right after being snubbed by her friends. Like a gazelle separated from her herd she felt extremely vulnerable. “I’m just trying to have lunch…” Sam said as she looked around, “Ple-…” “Is it true?” The biggest of the boys asked. “Ith… Ith what true?” Sam played stupid but she knew exactly what they were talking about. The stress was bringing her lisp out again. “Alex said he saw that you were wearing a diaper.” The boy continued. The others laughed a little as if just the word was funny, “Are you?” “What?” Sam acted indignant and tried to laugh off the suggestion, “N-No, of courthe not.” “She’s lying!” The boy Sam presumed was Alex said, “I saw it after her little tantrum earlier.” “Excuthe me.” Sam picked up her lunch and tried to walk through a gap between two of the boys but they closed up in front of her. She tried the other side and they shifted to block her again. She stepped back until she was against the fence. What was she supposed to do in this situation? Call for a teacher? Would any hear her? She couldn’t see any around. “Well, if you’re not wearing one you can show us.” The leader of the group said. “Eww, groth.” Sam replied as she did her best to emulate how the other girls would speak, “I’m not doing that.” “She is wearing a diaper!” Alex exclaimed. To him, and seemingly to the others, Sam’s refusal to flash her underwear was as good as an admission. Trying to reason with children was not easy. “I’m not!” Sam shouted. The leader of the group reached forwards and towards Sam’s waist. She reacted automatically. She was shorter than the boys but not so much that she was physically overmatched. She reached forwards and shoved the boy as hard as she could. He stumbled backwards, fell, and landed on his rear end. For a second everyone seemed to hold their breath and then the boy burst into tears as he laid on the ground. He was holding his elbow though there didn’t seem to be anything wrong besides a small graze. “I’m telling!” Alex quickly said before running across to the teacher. The teacher on duty that lunchtime just happened to be Miss. Hunt who looked down at the boy who was getting her attention and then over to where Sam was standing. The other boys, apart from the one still crying on the floor, had scattered. She started marching over looking very cross indeed. “Ben, are you alright?” Miss. Hunt asked as she crouched down next to the crying boy. “She pushed me!” Ben cried with an accusatory finger pointed at Sam. “OK, get yourself to the nurse to clean that up.” Miss. Hunt helped Ben back to his feet and he hurried away. The teacher turned to Sam. They were the only two people there now and Miss. Hunt had her hands on her hips. Sam needed to defend herself. “I can explain…” Sam said slowly. She could feel her emotions bubbling up again. “We do not tolerate violence, young lady.” Miss. Hunt said, “Come with me.” Before Sam could argue her case her hand was taken and she was pulled towards the school building. She started sobbing, still tried to explain why her actions were justified but because of the crying and effort to keep up it largely came out as an incomprehensible mess. At first Sam wasn’t sure where she was being taken, that was until they reached the reception. The teacher led her straight through to the Principal’s office for the second time that day. “Sit.” Miss. Hunt said as she pointed at the chairs outside. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/6a44552c-1e41-4002-9936-397e9a8c4592 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1463696 7
Elfy Posted September 5, 2024 Author Posted September 5, 2024 After a torturous morning, Sam is called in to see the Principal. She receives some very unwelcome news there. Meanwhile, there is someone eavesdropping outside the window. --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Once Sam had sat down Miss. Hunt disappeared inside the office. She came out several minutes later. She started to walk away with Sam’s shimmering eyes following her before she stopped and came back. Sam looked almost straight up into the teacher’s eyes as her body language softened. “I’m very disappointed.” Miss. Hunt said quietly. As Miss. Hunt turned and walked away Sam buried her face in her hands. It had truly been the day from hell. It felt like everything that could go wrong had gone wrong and all the confidence she had grown over her time in elementary school had fizzled away. She cried quietly whilst waiting to be called in to the office yet again. “Sam.” Principal Botham’s voice was immediately recognisable, “Come in.” Sam sniffed back her sobs as she slipped off the edge of the chair and waddled into the Principal’s office. Mrs. Botham looked a lot sterner than she had earlier, the cheerful soft demeanour of the woman replaced by an icy stiffness. She looked to be all business. “Sam…” Mrs. Botham started. “It wath thelf-defenthe!” Sam exclaimed quickly. The speed I which she spoke only making her speech harder to understand, “He’s heard about my dia-… thtuff and wath going to pull my thkirt to look!” “Will anyone corroborate that story?” Mrs. Botham asked doubtfully. Sam was going to say all of Ben’s friends had seen it happen but they weren’t likely to tell on their friend. It wasn’t fair. Sam had been just protecting herself! “In any case, even if that is true, you are a woman. He is a child.” Mrs. Botham said with her hands out, “Are you telling me you saw no other option than violence? I understand your exceptional circumstances but you ought to know better.” Sam had tried to leave the situation but had been blocked at every turn. Maybe she could’ve reasoned with them? In hindsight she could think of plenty of things she might’ve done to defuse things but at the time she hadn’t been able to think at all. She hung her head. “Just a few hours ago you promised you would behave.” Mrs. Botham said with a sigh, “But here you are in front of me again.” “But-…” Sam started. “You were allowed into the classes here under the assumption you were mature enough to handle them. You’ve let me, Isabelle and yourself down today.” Mrs. Botham said sadly, “Unfortunately I can’t have you risking the safety of other students. I’m afraid you are going to be suspended indefinitely.” “W-What!?” Sam gasped. She didn’t really know what this might mean for her going forwards but she had never got in trouble at school, for it to happen now was like a hammer blow. She dreaded to think what Isabelle would say. “I’m afraid so.” Mrs. Botham nodded solemnly, “I don’t know what the future holds for you but I’ve called Isabelle and she is on her way to pick you up. It’s my understanding she is going to enrol you at pre-school again.” “No!” Sam shouted in horror, “No!” “Shouting won’t help.” Mrs. Botham warned. “I don’t want to go back there!” Sam yelled, “I’m a big girl!” It was as if the threat of being sent back to the pre-school was actively regressing her mind back to that state. In the whirlwind of her emotional mind everything she had learned recently seemed to disappear. “Please keep your voice down.” Mrs. Botham stood up from her seat. “You can’t make me!” Sam screamed, “Give me a thecond cha-…” “S I L E N C E!” Mrs. Botham spoke over the top of Sam though she couldn’t have expected what happened next. Sam’s voiced died away in her throat immediately. It was like a metaphorical vice had suddenly clamped around her neck. Her eyes opened wide as the realised what the Principal had said. Her cheeks blushed as she slowly opened her mouth to try and speak again. “Agababa…” Sam babbled, “Agababa fa ma!” Sam’s eyes watered. The Principal had used one of her triggers and just like that her ability to speak had gone away. Her eyes watered as she saw Mrs. Botham frown at her. Clearly she didn’t understand why the girl who had just been having a tantrum had suddenly stopped and babbled like an infant. She didn’t know about the triggers. “What was that, Sam?” Mrs. Botham asked. “Babaga…” Sam muttered. “Is this supposed to be a joke?” Mrs. Botham asked, “Because this is not a laughing situation.” Sam shook her head sadly. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at the floor. Even if she wanted to she had no way of telling the Principal what was going on. Mrs. Botham was still frowning in confusion. She stood up and walked around her desk before lowering herself to one knee to be closer to Sam’s height. “Look, I know this is difficult but it will help you in the long run.” Mrs. Botham said quietly with a little smile, “I don’t think you’re a baby, I just think you need some time to think about what you need to do, OK?” “Codo… Codo filo.” Sam was trying to form words but the unintelligible sounds that came out of her mouth were incoherent even to herself. The Principal shook her head. Sam realised Mrs. Botham must’ve thought she was being sarcastic as she babbled after being sent back to pre-school. She wished she could still argue her case or at least explain why she was now talking like a baby. Mrs. Botham stood up and walked back around the desk. “You can wait in the isolation room for Isabelle to get here.” Mrs. Botham said with a wave of dismissal. Sam sighed deeply and with her head slumped down she turned on her heels and slowly left the office. After every step she hesitated hoping that Mrs. Botham would change her mind but when she looked over her shoulder she saw the Principal wasn’t even paying attention to her now. She seemed annoyed, like Sam was deliberately making fun of her. Sam would’ve liked to have reassured her that she wasn’t but she couldn’t. She looked back down at her feet as she opened the door and left the office. The isolation room was usually for naughty students who were being disruptive in class. It was essentially solitary confinement. A small room with nothing but a table and a chair. Any kid sent to that room would have absolutely zero distractions from their work. For Sam it was going to be a holding cell until Isabelle arrived. Sam went into the room and sat down on the chair. She didn’t look forward to Isabelle getting to her, especially not after such a difficult morning. She felt her diaper blossom with warmth and tried to tell herself that it was just a coincidence and not her losing control of her bladder in fear of Isabelle arriving. When the door to the room opened a little while later and Isabelle walked in Sam automatically looked down to the floor. She swallowed hard anticipating a lot of anger from her caretaker that she had ruined this opportunity. Isabelle stood there for a few moments seemingly letting Sam just think about what she had done. “Is it true?” Isabelle asked, “Did you push that little boy?” “Gababa…” Sam babbled in reply. Isabelle looked at Sam with pursed lips and a frown. She turned to face the Principal who had appeared in the doorway behind her. “I told her she was in trouble and she just started to make those noises.” Mrs. Botham said with a shrug, “I don’t think she’s taking any of this seriously.” That wasn’t true! Sam desperately wanted to tell both the women looking down at her that she didn’t have a choice and it was all the fault of the stupid triggers but she couldn’t. Every time she opened her mouth she babbled uselessly. She suspected Isabelle must’ve known what had happened but the Principal clearly just thought she was some troublesome child. “Let’s go home.” Isabelle said. She walked forwards and did something she hadn’t done much since Sam had started elementary school, she bent down and picked her up. Sam buried her head in Isabelle’s shoulder in shame and embarrassment. She could feel her caretaker’s hands pressing against the diaper underneath her short skirt and wondered if it was obvious that she was soaked. --- The woman had her back pressed against the wall. She had seen a lot that morning and was filing it all away mentally in case it was useful later. She had been watching Sam every day she was at the school, usually from her car nearby but occasionally getting closer if she was feeling confident. She had mapped out the cameras and knew just where she could go to avoid detection. The woman had still been in her car when she saw the confrontation on the playground. Her knuckles were white on the steering wheel as she had to fight her instinct to jump out of the vehicle and intervene, to save the girl who needed protection more than anyone. To snatch her up and take her away to the nursery she should never have left. The girl was upset, that much was obvious from all the way back at the car, and the woman saw it as proof that Sam wasn’t happy. How could she be when she was away from her Mommy? The woman tapped on the steering wheel as Sam was surrounded by boys. Her legs shook as she wanted to get out, run over and carry Sam away to safety. She would be so much happier and safer back at home… There was a push and a boy ended up on the floor. The woman’s eyes grew wide as the teacher came over. As Sam was taken away the woman got out of her car and started hurrying towards the side gate, she couldn’t stop herself. She snuck through and crossed the quiet fenced off area until she reached the wall outside the office area. She crouched down with her heart beating fast and went round to a window where she heard voices. Thankfully there were no people around this part of the school. Sam was being told off for fighting. The woman curled her hands into fists and clenched her teeth. That wasn’t fair to the poor little girl. This was exactly why she needed to be kept away from the big kids, she was just too delicate. She needed protecting. Sam tried to argue her case but she was overawed. That was when the woman heard the Principal say the word. Instantly Sam’s protestations became baby babble and the woman bit her lip. Despite the situation a smile crossed her face. The instructions were still in there. They still worked. Even though the woman was desperate to get Sam she couldn’t help feeling the pride swelling in her chest. That little fact could make everything a lot easier. When Sam was sent off to another room the woman wanted to follow but couldn’t as it was inside the building. She waited a little bit hoping to hear more discussion about what had happened. Just as she was about to give up she saw Isabelle’s car pull up at the gate. The woman stayed out of sight but waited. Eventually the door to the office opened again. “Ah, Miss. Friedrich, how are you?” The Principal said. “I’m well.” Isabelle replied, “I hear there has been a problem?” “Indeed...” The Principal said. The woman remained under the window. She still wanted to jump in but now it wasn’t about protecting Sam, it was about getting revenge on the woman who had stolen her. She listened to the Principal explain what had happened. “I see.” Isabelle said coldly when the Principal had finished, “I understand your decision.” “Miss. Friedrich… Isabelle, are you sure you’re doing the right thing?” The Principal asked. There was silence in reply to the question. The woman couldn’t know what was going on in the office and wished she could safely peek in. As it was she remained in place and waited. Eventually the Principal continued. “It’s just… Sam has been struggling.” The Principal finally continued, “Reports from her teacher say she hasn’t been able to do much of the work given out even with the extra tutoring. Then there is the behaviour problems today.” “We knew there would be teething problems.” Isabelle replied swiftly, “The idea is to immerse her with the children to re-learn what she lost.” “I know, I know.” The Principal sighed so audibly it carried through the open window to where the woman saw crouching, “I can’t allow her to come back to class until we can be confident she won’t act out again. This was just an incident between two children but if a parent discovers Sam is actually in her twenties we will be up a creek without a paddle.” There was a pause. The Woman waited as it stretched on and just as she was about to lift her head to see what was happening she heard Isabelle speak. “I understand.” Isabelle said. “It would be my job on the line.” The Principal continued. “I said I understand.” Isabelle was a little terse, “Suspend her for a week and I promise when she comes back she will be behaved.” The woman waited for a response but there wasn’t one. Instead the door to the office opened and a second later it closed again. This time she knew there would be no more information to glean and she crept back the way she had entered to get to her car. She dropped into the driver’s seat feeling elated. She hit the steering wheel but this time it was in triumph. She was right! Sam couldn’t cope with being amongst bigger children and Isabelle’s attempts to make her into something she wasn’t, an adult, were failing. As if to hammer the point home the woman watched as Isabelle carried Sam out of the school a few minutes later. Sam was sat on her hip and loudly crying. The noise awoke something instinctual in the woman, a need to protect. She ducked down in her seat when Isabelle drove past and then once she was sat up again she pulled into traffic feeling more assured than ever that she was right. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/41e230a4-72ce-4be3-9638-4b4436121872 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1471523 6
Elfy Posted September 11, 2024 Author Posted September 11, 2024 Sam is picked up from school by Isabelle, and neither of them are very happy. In frustration at Sam's bad behaviour, Isabelle tries some negative reinforcement before Sam is busted back to square one. --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 35 stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Isabelle yelled almost as soon as they got home. Sam had been carried into the living room without pause and was then put down on the couch. She barely had time to adjust her skirt to cover her diaper before Isabelle was shouting at her. Sam had seen Issy angry before, but she looked furious right then. “I… I can explain!” Sam raised her hands defensively. Very inconveniently for her the command that had reduced her to useless babbling had lifted in the car when it was far too late for her to try and explain what happened to the Principal. “You had better!” Isabelle replied with her hands on her hips. Sam tried to explain why she was upset and frustrated. She told Isabelle about everyone knowing about the diapers, she told her about her friends snubbing her and she told her about the boys who had surrounded her. Isabelle’s face softened somewhat but she was still standing over her imperiously. Sam stopped just before the fated push that had caused all the trouble. “And you resorted to physical violence?” Isabelle asked. “I did… but I didn’t have a choith!” Sam whined. “You couldn’t shout for a teacher? Or run away?” Isabelle asked, “Those are two choices right off the top of my head.” “I couldn’t call for a teacher…” Sam said quietly, “I’m an adult, I could handle mythelf…” “That’s exactly the problem, Sam.” Isabelle said with exasperation, “You are an ADULT! You can’t go around pushing little kids even if they are your size. I’m afraid I’m going to have to try some negative reinforcement.” “Huh?” Sam had only enough time to give Isabelle a quick frown of confusion before she was lifted up and then laid across Isabelle’s lap, “W-Wait! No, no, no!” “I’m sorry, Sam.” Isabelle said, “You’ll thank me one day.” Sam felt one of Isabelle’s hands on the waistband of her diaper right above her butt. With a pull the padding was lowered exposing her bare skin. This was a position she knew well, it was one Jess had put her in quite a few times in the early days before the triggers had firmly implanted themselves in her head. The first spank crashed into Sam before she was ready. Instantly it was like a switch had been flicked and she was back to that wailing infant she had tried so desperately to get away from. Her legs kicked out as a second spank landed on her other cheek. They weren’t even hard hits, just enough to sting a little, but her reaction was automatic. Sam was crying so hard she had snot running down her face and her tears were dripping to the floor. She didn’t even register each individual spank, all she felt was burning humiliation and the stinging that made it feel like her buttocks were on fire. When it finally stopped Isabelle was quick to pull the diaper back up and then lift Sam into a cuddle. The small woman was held against Isabelle’s chest as she cried, getting all the emotions from the day out in one wet mess on Isabelle’s blouse. “I really, really didn’t want to do that.” Isabelle said once Sam’s tears crying had gone from full-blown tantrum to hiccupping sobs, “It hurt me as much as it hurt you. That’s what it feels like when someone who is bigger or older than you gets physical, it isn’t the same as what you did earlier but do you understand where I’m coming from?” Sam nodded her head. She still didn’t think she had a choice but maybe she really could’ve done more to alert a teacher before resorting to violence. Sam’s butt was still stinging as Isabelle stood up. She was still letting out the occasional sob but exhaustion was taking over. It had been a very hard day and after letting all of the emotions out Sam now felt very tired. Sam’s bedroom was a welcome place of safety. She was laid down on the changing table but found it hard to keep her eyes open. As her now loose-fitting diaper was lowered between her legs she fell asleep and didn’t regain consciousness despite Isabelle changing her and tucking her into bed. Isabelle spent a minute standing next to Sam and looking down at her sleeping form. “Are you getting better?” Isabelle asked under her breath, “Or are we wasting our time?” --- When Sam woke up she felt disorientated. It was still strange to not see bars surrounding her bed as she opened her eyes but rolling over revealed that her diaper was soaked through. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep but clearly it was too long for her bladder. The smell of food was coming through the house so it must be nearly dinnertime. Sam rolled out of bed and on to the floor. She wasn’t sure what to do so whilst she waited for Issy to come get her she decided to find something to play with. There was a doll’s house that looked quite old-fashioned, it seemed much more grown up than the princess ones she had played with in her nursery. She soon found the little dolls that seemed specially crafted for the house and started playing with them. Sitting down on her padded backside produced a few winces as her poor butt complained about any kind of pressure on it. She didn’t think the pain from the spanking was likely to fade any time soon. Sam didn’t know how long she was sat there before the door opened and Isabelle came in. She walked over and without saying anything lifted Sam up and sat her on her hip. It was a bit disconcerting for Sam to be carried like this when recently she had been allowed to walk everywhere. “What’s going on?” Sam asked. “It’s time for breakfast.” Isabelle replied simply. “Breakfast!?” Sam exclaimed. “Indeed.” Isabelle said, “You slept right through the night.” “Why are you carrying me?” Sam asked as she rubbed her eyes. She had been asleep for a long time, “I can walk…” “We’ll talk about that downstairs.” Isabelle said with a slight terseness. Sam didn’t like the sound of that. She was taken to the kitchen where she saw something she didn’t think she would ever have to see again. She whined out loud and started struggling a little to get put down. It did her no good as Isabelle sat her in the highchair and quickly lowered the tray. “I don’t need this stupid thing!” Sam complained as she tried to move the tray but it was already locked into place. A bowl of mushy cereal was placed in front of Sam but there was no spoon. Issy sat down next to the highchair with the small pink plastic piece of cutlery Sam was used to using. Her eyes widened in alarm. “You’ve been suspended from school for acting like a brat.” Isabelle said, “So maybe we need to bust you back down to pre-school for a bit.” “What!?” Sam exclaimed, “Y-You can’t do that!” “I can and I have.” Isabelle replied sternly, “I’ll be taking you there after breakfast.” Sam almost burst into tears. She couldn’t believe that after all the work she had put in she was being demoted right back to the start. It felt like all her progress had been for nothing. All she had done was defend herself and now she was being made to pay by being a baby again. “For the next week we will go back to basics.” Isabelle said. It was clear she wasn’t thrilled about it either, “No potty, no doing things for yourself and as much supervision as possible. I’m not going to put your nursery back together for just a week but in all other ways you are a baby again.” “That’th not fair!” Sam cried out, her lisp returning with her anger. She banged the tray with both her fists causing a little milk to spill over the sides of the bowl. “If you don’t want that week to be extended to two you’ll calm down.” Isabelle said authoritatively, “This is what I mean. You can’t keep lashing out and expecting there not to be consequences.” Sam was pouting but even she had to concede that maybe Isabelle had a point on that front. Not that she was going to admit that fact as a spoon was raised to her mouth. She made sure Isabelle knew she was very unhappy with what was happening by sticking her tongue out at her before finally opening her mouth and accepting the food. It was humiliating to be back to square one. Sam hated every moment of being fed after taking so long to learn to use cutlery herself again. She would’ve almost preferred it if Isabelle used one of the triggers so that she wouldn’t have to think about what was happening. Instead she was very aware that she was being treated like a baby again and once dinner was over and her face was wiped clean she was carried back upstairs and to the bedroom to get a diaper change and to be dressed. Sam groaned as she was put in a yellow onesie covered in little ducks and then a denim skirtall that had an embroidered duck on it as well. Sam had her arms folded in front of her chest angrily whilst she waited for Isabelle to get ready and then they were finally on their way to the pre-school. Once in the car park Sam was let out of her car seat and turned immediately to face away from Isabelle. She wanted it to be very clear that she wasn’t speaking to her. She stayed that way until she was picked up and carried into the main playroom. “Sam, nice to see you again.” Carol said with a smile as Sam was put down. Sam didn’t respond but at least this time she refrained from the childish response of sticking her tongue out at the person annoying her. Isabelle and the head of the pre-school spoke for a minute or two before Issy knelt down in front of Sam. “I just want you to know that this isn’t a punishment.” Isabelle said, “I want you to get better and I think a bit more time here would help with that.” Sam didn’t reply and as soon as Isabelle was finished speaking she turned around and stomped away looking as angry as a little girl covered in cute ducks could look. She had barely made it ten waddling steps when she heard a little girl to her left squeal. She turned just in time to see Olivia barrelling towards her and wrapping her in a big hug. Her best friend in the pre-school clearly remembered her well. “Sam!” Olivia said happily. “Hey…” Sam said quietly. She smiled despite her circumstances. She may not have wanted to come back but it was nice to see Olivia again. “Wanna play?” Olivia asked. Sam nodded and followed Olivia back to the toys she was playing with. As she waddled she looked over towards the entrance where Isabelle was still watching her. She seemed a little concerned before turning and leaving to go to work. Carol went straight over to Sam and Olivia’s table. “Hi girls, are you having fun?” “Yes.” Olivia replied without looking up from her doll. Sam just looked up at the caretaker. “Sam, I was just talking to Isabelle…” Carol said slowly and softly. Sam wondered if she was able to turn off that voice when she went home, “I can’t treat you any differently from any of the other children, OK?” Sam shrugged. She had suspected as much. She waited to see what it meant in practice. Of course she had some idea. After being sent back to the pre-school she assumed everything had been basically reset which meant any of her progress was gone which meant… She shuddered as she felt a rumbling in her tummy. In recent times that would have her hurrying to the potty but as Carol walked away she knew that for the time being that simply wasn’t an option for her. In the end it was half an hour before Sam finally lost control. She was acting out a scene of two dolls getting married when her body decided it couldn’t take the cramping anymore. She had been sitting on the floor with her legs apart and the dolls between them but she got up on to her knees and stuck her butt out as she pushed down. It must’ve been obvious to Olivia and any of the other potty trained kids what she was doing. Sam hadn’t done this for a little bit and it felt strange knowing she could go to the potty but was still squatting in place filling her pants. The hot sticky lumps dropped into the diaper making her shiver, a familiar and yet unwanted feeling of stickiness filled her padding. She pressed down and forced everything out in a quick rush of waste, as she did so she let out the breath she was holding and shivered. As soon as Sam was done she shivered. She opened her eyes and was surprised that her friend, Olivia, wasn’t in front of her. She frowned and was about to look around when she felt a small hand on the back of her recently filled disposable. “You had an uh-oh!” Olivia said as she pressed the diaper against Sam’s butt. Sam shuddered as she felt the padding stick to her a little. It was anything but comfortable and her eyes were already watering. It was hard to believe she had been reduced back to this. No better off than a baby playing with dolls and pooping her pants. Laura and the other girls had been right to exclude her, she was just a little baby after all. Sam started to sob. “Aww, don’t cry.” Olivia said, “My little sister can’t get to the potty on time either. I’ll tell Carol.” Carol dutifully came over a minute later and picked Sam up without checking her. It was doubly embarrassing for the diapered adult now. Not only did she know that Carol knew she was really a woman that should’ve been in college but there was now the added layer that they both knew she could make it to the potty if she needed to poop. Having a full diaper now was more shameful than when she couldn’t hold it at all. “Don’t cry, Sam.” Carol said as she carried her over to the changing room, “This may not last as long as you think.” That statement did indeed get Sam’s attention but no further information followed as she was changed into a clean diaper. The rest of the day followed a familiar and demeaning pattern. Sam wasn’t allowed to do anything herself. She made no attempts to go to the potty, she was fed her lunch by helpers at the nursery and she played baby games. After her brief spell at elementary school this all felt beneath her yet she had to remember that it was her own fault she was here. This was her sentence for her crime. When Sam was picked up that afternoon she saw Carol and Isabelle talking before her caretaker came over and physically picked Sam up off the ground. Issy seemed in a better mood as she took Sam home. “Have you learnt your lesson?” Isabelle asked as she was changing Sam’s afternoon diaper before dinner. Sam nodded her head. She truly had. She had resorted to violence when there might’ve been another way out and she had realised how quickly she could lose all the progress that she had worked for if she didn’t put effort into being better and bigger. There was no time to coast and Sam had come to the conclusion that she had been doing exactly that before going back to pre-school. She had been getting frustrated because she expected the progress would just happen without her putting in special effort. Having her meagre progress stripped away was a reminder of what she was trying to get to and how fragile her development was. “Alright, well, Carol seems to think you’ve learnt your lesson.” Isabelle continued, “You’re still going to the pre-school for the next week but if you can make it to the potty on time you may use it. The only condition is you must have Carol or one of her staff helping you. I see no reason to purposefully degrade your potty training.” It was an embarrassing concession but it was the only deal Sam was going to get and she nodded her head. She needed to put the childish want for everything to get better without putting the effort behind her and start actually working for it all. It was time to recognise that she wasn’t simply going to grow up if she waited long enough. 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Elfy Posted September 19, 2024 Author Posted September 19, 2024 After finishing her punishment time in pre-school, Sam is going back to class. She's nervous but determined to make a better impression and finally make progress. Will she manage it? Or will something quite unexpected derail her at the last moment? This update is twice as long as usual! --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 35 stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- The week at pre-school had Sam working harder than ever on gaining her maturity. She tried to get control of her emotions so she didn’t lash out as much, something that had been a problem long before she had been kidnapped. She’d had a chip on her shoulder for as long as she could remember. She saw her size as a weakness and so projected an aggressive front, especially when she thought someone was making fun of her or looking at her weirdly. Whenever her size got I the way of her doing something her immediate emotional response was anger. She tried to really make some progress with learning. It wasn’t easy. In many ways Sam felt she was going backwards. The partial potty training she had managed up to that point seemed to slip despite her putting more effort in. One of the main problems was that she just didn’t want to have to run in front of all the little kids to an adult to announce she needed the potty right away, especially when she knew she might not make it. When Sam felt the urge come on she tried to delay having to go speak to one of the caretakers for as long as she could. She was trying to boost how long she could hold it whilst also putting off the embarrassment of having to ask. It resulted in a few more messy accidents as she waited too long or was distracted by Olivia. However Sam did think she was making some progress overall. Despite her failures she had started being able to notice when she needed to pee and although it was just a few seconds she was even able to hold her bladder back from just emptying into her underwear. It was a small improvement over her complete absence of potty training but it felt like a huge leap. By the end of the week she could reliably hold on to her bladder for a little bit, not enough to come out of diapers by any means, but enough that she actually felt hopeful as her return to elementary school got closer. One thing that she had made a lot of unambiguous progress on was her speech. By talking slower and really thinking about what she said she had managed to eliminate the accursed lisp that had, up to that point, made her sound like a baby no matter what else she did. So as Sam went back to elementary school for the first time in a week she was filled with determination. This time she wasn’t going to let herself get in the way of her success. She couldn’t get sent to pre-school again. As Sam walked down the corridor to the familiar classroom she felt like a prize-fighter on the way to the ring. This was her chance to show that she could learn from her mistakes and that she could get better. She was still in diapers, despite hoping for pull-ups her bladder control wasn’t nearly good enough for that yet and she was still having the occasional messy accident as well, usually when she was distracted. When Sam opened the door and stepped into the classroom she saw all the same students from before. Miss. Hunt welcomed Sam in and put her hands on her shoulders at the front of the class. “OK, class, I’m sure you all remember Sam.” Miss. Hunt said, “She is back with us and I’m sure you’ll all be very welcoming.” What Sam didn’t know was that in her absence the rumours of her diapers had spread so much that her teacher had to have a serious conversation with the other students about not making fun of her before she returned. As Sam walked back towards her desk she did it with the eyes of everyone looking down to her waist where her skirt was the only thing hiding her crinkling disposable. Sam stopped as she saw the boy, Ben, that she had pushed over. He was sitting a few seats away from her. She took a deep breath and walked over to the boy who looked at her rather coldly. That didn’t matter though, Sam knew she had to be the bigger person. She had to be the responsible adult she was trying to become. “I’m… I’m sorry I pushed you.” Sam said, “I won’t do it again.” The boy seemed surprised. Sam guessed it was because kids their age so rarely apologised to each other without be expressly told to. It seemed he recovered after a few seconds enough to reply. “I’m sorry I tried to see your diaper.” Ben said loudly. Sam had no idea if Ben was being malicious or not. He looked pretty genuine but she heard giggling from all around her as her face went a bright red. She turned away and walked over to her desk keeping her face towards the ground to hide from the looks she knew she was getting. Sam already guessed that everyone had heard about her underwear but she had hoped the children’s short attentions spans had moved them on to something else by then. It seemed she was wrong. Aside from that hiccup things were actually quite smooth. Laura and her gang were still shunning Sam but instead of getting upset or angry it actually lit a fire under her. She used the rejection as fuel to really knuckle down and start trying to learn as much as possible. She resumed her after school one-on-one tutoring with Miss. Hunt and started to make some breakthroughs. After a few days she knew her numbers up to ten and most of the alphabet. On Sam’s penultimate day back in the elementary school class she had a major breakthrough when she wrote out her full name without making any mistakes. Her handwriting was barely legible but that didn’t matter to her. She beamed with pride as Miss. Hunt showered her with praise. When Issy came to pick her up that afternoon Sam proudly showed off her work and was rewarded by one of Isabelle’s rare smiles. It was still a little galling that the older woman couldn’t be more enthusiastic but it didn’t dent Sam’s mood one bit. Sam actually felt positive when the last day of the week rolled around. Miss. Hunt and Issy had both told her that at the end of the day they would decide what they were going to do next. She had been working very hard and hoped it would be enough for a “promotion” to whatever was planned next for her. It seemed like her progress was like a large snowball, as soon as she got rolling she was able to pick stuff up quickly. It was only after lunch on that potential final day that things unravelled. Sam couldn’t say for sure what happened but shortly after taking her seat, as the teacher started talking about some basic multiplication, Sam felt a rumbling deep in her gut. This wasn’t unusual though she had avoided having messy accidents recently so she wasn’t too worried. However it soon became apparent that this was different. Sam suddenly felt panicked as she raised her hand. The pressure in her gut was building quicker than she could handle. She stretched her hand higher into the air as the other one clutched her stomach. She bit her lip as she heard another rumble that was so loud she felt certain the students around her would hear it. “Sam?” Miss. Hunt said as she saw the raised hand and fidgety girl. “I need the potty, Miss!” Sam replied desperately. She was in too much of a rush to worry about the language she used. Some of her classmates snickered at her infantile choice of words, it was probably made funnier for them that they knew she was heavily padded under her skirt. “OK, come on up and I’ll write you a hall pass.” Miss. Hunt said as she opened the top drawer of her desk. Sam pushed her chair back and dropped to the ground. Almost as soon as her feet touched the floor there was a muffled fart which was heard by the kids around her causing more laughter. Sam was blushing furiously but her dignity was something to worry about later after she had made it to the bathroom successfully. She practically ran between the desks to the front and bounced from one foot to the other as her hand went back to cover her butt. Miss. Hunt wrote the necessary note and handed it to Sam who turned and quickly hurried towards the door. It all fell apart when she was a couple of paces away from the doorknob. A searing pain made her intestines feel like they were were tied into a knot and stopped her where she was standing. She hoped it would pass but it only grew. “No…” Sam mumbled to herself, “Not here…” Sam looked to the side where Laura was sitting and frowning at her. She had once been a friend but abandoned Sam as soon as she realised what a baby she was. Now Sam was going to prove her right, she couldn’t take another step as her legs shook. It was inevitable and she could barely dare to breathe, every slight tremor in her body pushed her closer to the edge. It was like she was walking a tightrope in a gale and falling off in either direction would land her in a big pile of… “Sam?” Miss. Hunt said from by the desk. All eyes were on Sam but she couldn’t go anywhere. Her sphincter quivered as it fought to hold on, she uselessly reached for the door handle that was still well out of reach. With a moan of defeat and eyes filled with tears she was forced to bend her knees and stick her padded ass out behind her. The end came immediately. The poop seemed to explode into Sam’s diaper. It was noisy and very messy, not quite liquid but certainly not solid, it seemed to immediately dirty all of the padding and spread around everywhere. Sam gasped and heard the kids nearest her recoil in disgust. There were whispers as the children further back were told about the shameful display. Sam closed her eyes as she pushed down and felt another torrent of waste surge out of her. Desperate to get this over with Sam grunted as she squatted slightly lower in her mess. Sam’s poor bowels weren’t done. She had barely any control as a third mudslide fired out of her. The padding was slick with her excrement and the smell was immediately escaping her diaper. She could only imagine she had some kind of food poisoning, it was the only way to explain the explosive lack of control. A third push filled the diaper even more. The back stuck out and Sam could feel the weight of it starting to pull at the padding. She had the horrifying thought that the disposable wouldn’t contain it all, that it could suddenly start leaking. With her bowels significantly emptier she stumbled forwards towards the door. Behind her the children were in uproar with most of the front rows abandoning their seats to get away from her. Miss. Hunt was desperately trying to martial the children but it was like trying to herd geese. “Go to the nurse!” Miss. Hunt instructed, “Right away.” Sam didn’t need to be told twice. As the teacher tried to get the rowdy students under control Sam waddled out of the door and into the thankfully empty hallway. Almost as soon as the door had closed she felt herself let loose into the diaper again. Her tummy finally felt better but now the padding was being pulled down dramatically making her waddle with cartoonish exaggeration. Sam didn’t know whether to walk or run. She wanted to get changed as soon as possible but it felt like her diaper could give way if she moved too much. As she waddled down the hallway in the familiar direction of the nurse’s room she could feel the humiliation piling on to her. She couldn’t work out why this had happened. Sure her potty training wasn’t perfect but she had managed to avoid messy accidents almost completely. What she had done wasn’t just a messy accident either, it was like a biological disaster in there. With one hand on the back of her diaper Sam continued to awkwardly waddle down the hallway and turned towards the reception. Her face was beet red and she was very worried that if she tried to say a single word she was going to burst into tears that she wouldn’t be able to stop. Underneath the window Sam raised her hand to get the attention of one of the receptionists. The person who came over suddenly wrinkled their nose when they got near. “Ugh, what is that smell?” The receptionist muttered as she looked over the counter. She couldn’t see anyone there. Sam sniffed forlornly as the older woman looked down and saw Sam standing there with her free hand on her rear end. She almost felt smaller in that position than she did at the pre-school. She was expected to do so much better than this in “big girl school.” “I… I need to see the nurse.” Sam mumbled. “R-Right… Of course…” The receptionist was very clearly shocked by what she was seeing. Sam guessed wet pants weren’t that uncommon among the youngest elementary school children but full pants probably were. The door to the side clicked as it unlocked and Sam pushed it open. She started walking down the hallway to the nurse’s room. There was a young boy sitting outside of it with what looked like a grazed knee. Sam knocked on the door feeling shame coursing through her. “Take a seat.” The nurse called out from inside. “I… I…” Sam didn’t know what to say but she felt like she needed to be seen right away. “Oh my god!” The little boy had tear streaks going down his face as he held his knee but now he was looking at Sam with disgust, “Did you poop yourself!?” Sam didn’t know what to say. Obviously she had, the smell was overpowering and her diaper was bulging to the point of threatening to leak, but she couldn’t tell a little boy that. The boy held his nose and shuffled as far away down the row of seats as he could. Sam wasn’t going to sit down. That would’ve pushed her disposable too far, she was sure of it. It was an excruciating long minute before the door opened and when it did Sam found herself shrinking even more in humiliation. The person coming out of the nurse’s room was one of Laura’s friends and she looked at Sam in shock until the smell hit her. She no doubt knew that Sam wore diapers so it didn’t take a lot of guessing as to the source of the stench. After a second of stunned silence she quickly turned and ran away. “Ah, Sam, come on in.” Judy, the nurse, said. Sam stepped inside with her pronounced waddle and waited by the door. The nurse was already getting a fresh diaper from the cupboard she kept them in but Sam didn’t know how to say this wasn’t a regular change. She had, up till that day, kept from having any poopy accidents at school. In the end, like the children outside, it was the smell that gave the game away. Judy’s smile faded a little. “Sam… Did you…” Judy said quietly. “I’m sorry!” Sam burst into loud cries as she nodded her head and confirmed the nurse’s assumption. “It’s… fine.” Judy eventually managed to say. It was clear to Sam that she wasn’t comfortable doing this. As Sam continued to cry the nurse came round and knelt in front of her. The smell was only getting worse but Judy put a hand on Sam’s shoulder and smiled weakly. Sam eventually calmed down enough that the nurse lifted her under the arms and took her to the changing table. “Forgive me.” Judy said. Judy’s other hand went under Sam’s knees and lifted her so she was horizontal. Sam was now essentially being cradled but she understood why. The nurse was trying to avoid spreading the mess in the diaper any more than she had to, Sam didn’t have the heart to say it was wasted effort and that she could already feel it everywhere. Cradled in a poopy diaper she almost felt the regression take over without the trigger words being used. Sam was carefully laid down and then had her skirt pulled off. She couldn’t see her diaper but from the way the nurse was looking at it she knew it couldn’t have been a pretty sight. Judy opened the diaper up and looked for a second like she might throw up. As she got her composure back she started long and arduous task of cleaning Sam’s backside. It took a long time for Nurse Judy to fully clean Sam and the whole time she was working the nurse tried to keep up a steady stream of one-sided conversation to lighten the mood. Sam wasn’t interested in talking but she was happy to listen if it distracted her even slightly from what had happened. By the time the heavily soiled diaper was pulled out from under her the smell didn’t seem so bad. She knew from past experience it was likely as bad as ever but she had adjusted to it. Either way the nurse was quick to tape a fresh disposable on to Sam and then pulled her skirt up. She saw Judy pick up the used diaper, the padding was noticeably discoloured on the outside and heavy. Sam was quick to hurry out of the nurse’s office once she was changed. It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for Judy’s help, she was just too embarrassed to remain. After everything she had done she could hardly believe that her possible final day at elementary school had been blotted with such a humiliating accident. The worst part was that she now had to return to class. Taking her time Sam kicked her heels all the way back to the door of the classroom. She reached up to the handle and pulled it down. As the door swung open she saw faces turning towards her. She looked down at the ground as she went back to her seat. She could hear some of the kids making fun of her but then she heard a surprising voice telling them to stop. “Quit it.” Came Ben’s voice as Sam slouched past, “She can’t help it.” Despite everything that had happened and the shame that was filling Sam to the brim she couldn’t help but smile as the little boy she had pushed defended her. She wanted to speak up to say that she didn’t poop herself a lot but it didn’t seem like that would help. Her reputation was pretty much set, all these children would grow up remembering the strange small girl who pooped herself in class. The rest of the afternoon passed surprisingly quickly. After the initial noise when she came back into the class everyone just got back on with her work. She tried her best to forget about the explosive failure and just hoped it hadn’t cost her at the final hurdle. The messy accident couldn’t have been worse timed with the decision on her future in just a little while. When the final bell rang all the kids were grateful to pack their things away for the weekend. Sam started to join them but Miss. Hunt told her to wait at her desk. The students filed out noisily into the corridor that was filled with lots of excitable children. Just as Sam was about to ask why she had to wait the door opened again and Issy walked in. Miss Hunt turned two desks around so they faced Sam and the two women took a seat opposite her. It quickly started to feel like a parent-teacher conference “Well, I have to say it’s been a pleasure having Sam in the class.” Miss. Hunt said with a warm smile towards the small woman, “Ever since she came back after her little break she has been working diligently and making great progress… even taking into account this afternoon.” “This afternoon?” Isabelle was quick to latch on. Sam looked down at her desk as her cheeks blazed. “We had a little… incident.” Miss. Hunt said, “Sam didn’t make it to the potty on time.” “I thought that would be expected.” Isabelle replied, “She’s not in diapers for no reason.” “It was a bit messier than normal…” Miss. Hunt looked almost as embarrassed to relay the news as Sam was. “I see.” Isabelle replied with thin lips, “Perhaps more time in this class would be appropriate then.” Sam felt her heart sink. She had worked so hard and learnt all her letters and numbers. She could spell most words up to four letters at least and had been getting great marks. She felt her eyes tearing up as her bottom lip started to tremble. “Oh, I don’t think that would be necessary.” Miss. Hunt replied, “It very much seemed like a one-off. Perhaps she has a stomach bug or something.” “But still…” Isabelle replied, “If she is still struggling with that fundamental aspect of potty training…” “I think this is something you can iron out at home.” Miss. Hunt said, “I don’t think Sam has anything more to gain from being in my class, to be frank. I have to say she is at least at the level of a lot of my students and in some areas has passed them.” For the briefest second Sam thought she saw a small smile on Isabelle’s face. It was gone in the blink of an eye though. She was waiting with baited breath as to what her next step would be. She prayed she wasn’t going to be kept in this class, apart from wanting to feel like she had genuinely progressed she wasn’t keen on coming back to class in with a bunch of students who had seen her humiliate herself. “So you think she is ready?” Isabelle asked the teacher. “I would say so.” Miss. Hunt replied, “Maybe a small break doing some worksheets to try and bridge the gap and to work on her…” “Potty training?” Isabelle finished for Miss. Hunt, “We’ve been trying but not having too much success on that front.” Sam ducked her head in shame. “But if you think she is ready then I suppose she is ready.” Isabelle said though she didn’t sound too convinced, “Sam, how does middle school sound?” --- Earlier that day… --- The woman had become well-versed in breaking into the elementary school. It was shockingly easy to avoid the cameras and anyone with even a small amount of knowledge about computers could crack the school’s network. It really was something that they needed to fix, perhaps when she was done here she would send an anonymous letter to the school with suggestions. All of that could wait though. The woman had a job to do. The children were all at recess which left the halls relatively empty. She had been planning for this, it might seem cruel but the ends justified the means and she had to show everyone that Sam didn’t belong in elementary school. Even worse, she had read the principal’s e-mails and saw that they were planning to send the poor baby to middle school. The woman couldn’t let that happen to the delicate little girl. She needed protection and a nursery. It was cruel and unusual punishment to expect Sam to be able to get along with the other children who were so much bigger and rougher. This was Sam’s last day provided there were no unexpected mishaps. The woman had to act. It was for Sam’s own good. A risky idea but one that would put a stop to the madness that Isabelle was inflicting on the baby. Printing off a visitor pass for herself had been easy. After that she could climb in through one of the windows avoiding the cameras and Sam who wasn’t ready to see her yet. The woman then straightened her clothes and walked down the hallway to the third grade classroom. A quick check in the window confirmed what she already knew, the teacher was on duty on the playground and the classroom was empty. The woman walked inside and straight over to the desk that had the bag she had watched Sam carrying everyday underneath it. She picked it up and held the bag to her face as she inhaled deeply. The woman could smell Sam on the fabric, a scent she would never forget and would soon be getting a lot more of. There wasn’t time to waste though. The woman opened the bag and pulled out the lunchbox within. She reached into her pocket and brought out a vial of powder. Crushed laxatives, stool softener and fibre pills. She opened the vial and then sprinkled the contents between the bread of Sam’s sandwich. When these took effect everyone would see Sam was too small for any of this. Isabelle would give up on her and that was when she would strike and reclaim what was hers. “I’m sorry, little one.” The woman said as she returned everything to where she had found it, “But it’s for your own good.” --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/3a45ec82-b71a-42c2-90e1-ad56b697e907 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1493713 OR... Read my brand new EXCLUSIVE story right now on SubscribeStar and Ream! "Sunny Days" is the story of a cocky young lawyer getting her comeuppance from three older women who hypnotise her and then let the messaging do their work. It is chock full of diapers, humiliation and a young woman being put in her place! It is the 35th story exclusive for subscribers! https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m0uav3ey4z https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1481760 9
CDfm Posted September 20, 2024 Posted September 20, 2024 I had some catching up to do again, but I made it. These last few chapters had me to about the point where I was thinking Sam might even be better off going back and being a baby again. Then she proved she could succeed and learn. It was a dirty trick to play on her and I am glad that Ben actually stood up for her and that the messy accident didn’t hold Sam back. I am looking forward to seeing more.
Elfy Posted September 26, 2024 Author Posted September 26, 2024 Sam is preparing for middle school in her continued recovery from her total regression. However, before she can start there, she has to do a few things, not least of which is improving her potty training. --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 35 stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam sleepily rolled over and suddenly felt herself falling. She just had time to open her eyes and let out a startled yelp before she hit the floor. Thankfully the cover had already been kicked off the bed so the landing was very soft. She stood up and rubbed her padded rear end which had taken a majority of the impact. It turned out that after so long in a crib getting used to not having bars was proving a little tricky. Standing up and sleepily rubbing her eyes Sam reached down to assess her diaper. It was wet which was no surprise. No matter what progress she had made potty training she hadn’t made any in-roads into what happened when she was asleep. She stretched and her pink princess nightie was pulled up slightly. Knowing that she wasn’t supposed to leave her room until Isabelle came to get her she decided to walk over to the dollhouse on the other side of the room and play for a little bit. Some habits die hard and as embarrassed as she was to play like a little girl she couldn’t deny it kept her occupied, not to mention playing with the these toys was a lot better than the mindless baby ones she had been used to. Isabelle walked in a little later and saw Sam sitting with the dolls dressing one in an elegant ball gown. She walked over to the changing table and started getting the supplies out as she always did. Sam waddled over and lifted her arms to allow the taller woman to lay her on her back and start the process. She was feeling a little tense though, it was the Monday after her final day at elementary school and she wondered if that meant she would be taking her next step that day. Isabelle hadn’t said anything about it and she definitely didn’t feel prepared to go to a school with bigger kids. Isabelle completed the diaper change without saying a word which might’ve given a hint of what was coming next. She dressed Sam in a creamy yellow shirt and matching skirt which went down to Sam’s knees. She then lifted Sam down from the table and led the way downstairs. Sam noted that the living room door was closed which was unusual but she thought little of it as she was taken to the dining table for breakfast. “What am I doing today?” Sam asked as her cereal was placed in front of her. She still felt that small bit of pride that she was entrusted to feed herself. “I’ll show you after breakfast.” Isabelle replied. Sam was curious and so made an effort to eat as fast as possible. Unfortunately the rather predictable result of that was some of her food spilled on to her shirt thanks to her still underdeveloped skills with the cutlery. Fortunately it seemed Isabelle didn’t see that happen or she may well have brought out a bib. Once breakfast was over Sam eagerly hurried to the living room door. Isabelle turned the handle and opened it allowing Sam to finally see what was going to happen next. What Sam saw was the potty she had used before starting elementary school and a colourful chart on the wall. Thanks to her efforts in class she was able to read some of it. “Potty tra-… trai-...” Sam said slowly. “It’s a potty training chart.” Isabelle said. Sam felt her shoulders slump slightly. She was nervous about the chart, and having it keep track of her failures, but more than that she was a little irritated by Isabelle. She would’ve been able to say “training” is Issy had just given her a little bit more time. Unfortunately her caregiver had little patience for these sorts of things. “Whilst you have undoubtedly made progress recent events show more effort is needed.” Isabelle stated. Sam bristled a little at the use of the word “effort.” She had been putting in plenty of effort. It wasn’t her fault if her body was being slow to learn what to do when she needed the potty. She was trying her best. Despite feeling a little annoyed she was more than happy to take a small break the next part of her progression. The last day of elementary school had shown that despite feeling more confident and that she belonged with the bigger boys and girls she was still deficient in a lot of ways. Her potty training was the most obvious, especially after rumours about her diapers circulated. The rather explosive exclamation point she put on her stay in elementary school showed a need to continue training. For the next week Sam trained hard. Every successful trip to the potty earned her a smiling sun sticker on her chart whereas every failure was a raincloud. There were plenty of times where she would be grasping the front of her diaper with her hands and desperately calling for Isabelle only to fail at the last second. Her bladder remained the biggest issue. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t hold her urine in for long enough, even as her bowels got stronger she remained in wet diapers more often than they were dry. Sam didn’t let herself get too disheartened. As frustrated as she got she made sure to celebrate small milestones. Every time she got a little closer to making it to the potty she gave herself a pat on the back. It was humiliating. A woman in her twenties being forced to go through such embarrassing training, she reckoned she must be alone in that regard. Either way she had to stay focused on getting better, if she started feeling sorry for herself she knew it was a slippery slope leading to her sinking back into her regressed ways. All of this was why, four days into the training something quite significant happened. Sam was in the living room playing with some stuffed toys when she felt a twinge in her bladder. She didn’t hesitate but immediately climbed to her feet and covered the front of her padding with her hands. She crossed her legs and looked up to Isabelle who was reading a book on the couch. “Issy! Issy!” Sam squealed, “Potty! Potty!” The little training potty was kept right next to Sam. Isabelle sprung up and hurried over, the fairy pink onesie Sam was wearing was designed to snap open easily so Sam could get her diaper taken off in time. As she waited and bit her lip a small squirt of urine entered the padding. Suddenly the diaper was pulled away and Sam practically fell back on to the potty. A second after her skin hit the plastic edge of the potty she lost control completely. Sam’s bladder gave way and she started peeing uncontrollably. The main difference was that this time it wasn’t warming her underwear! As the sound of Sam’s urine tinkled against the potty and splashed down into a puddle at the bottom she couldn’t help but clap her hands and look up at Isabelle. For once the usually flat caretaker was genuinely smiling as she looked down at Sam. The smile, something quite rare for Isabelle, made all the struggling feel worth it. “I did it!” Sam squealed happily as she used her potty. “Well done.” Isabelle reached a hand down and tussled Sam’s hair, “I’m proud of you.” Sam felt so delighted by Isabelle’s words she nearly burst into happy tears. She felt so big, it was the first time in what felt like forever that she wasn’t wetting herself. As her small stream trickled to a stop she quickly stood up and looked down at her achievement. “Careful!” Isabelle said quickly. Her tone quickly returning to what Sam was used to. Sam had finished peeing but she had some urine on her upper thighs that trickled down as well as dripping between her legs. Rather embarrassingly Isabelle collected a handful of nearby baby wipes and started wiping Sam clean. It was somehow MORE embarrassing after successfully using the potty than it was whilst getting her diaper changed. After a couple of weeks progress had been made… but it hadn’t been enough. Sam could make it to the potty sometimes but other times she would lose control earlier and flood her diaper. It was frustrating and there were several times that Isabelle had to settle Sam down after a tantrum. So one day, that seemed like any other, Sam was sat in the living room looking bored with the potty next to her. She was idly colouring when Isabelle walked in. “I’ve just got off the phone with Mr. O’Shea and they have a space for you but only if you start on Monday.” Isabelle said. She bit her lip as she looked at the potty and then back to Sam, “And I worry the longer you are away from school the more likely you’ll slip back into bad habits…” Sam blushed. She didn’t want to admit it but she thought Isabelle might be right. As she sat around the house all day playing it seemed easy to forget what the goal of all this was supposed to be. It became easier for her to slip backwards and act more childish. That said, Monday was only a couple of days away and Sam didn’t feel at all ready. She had been humiliated in elementary school and those kids had been her size, the kids she would be around next would be bigger than her in more ways than one. “Which means we need to stock up on supplies.” Isabelle said, “We’ll have to go to the mall. I’ll just get ready.” “Today!?” Sam exclaimed in response. “I’d rather get it done today than leave everything to the last minute.” Isabelle replied simply. Clearly the matter was not up for discussion. “But…” Sam started but Isabelle had already left the room to start getting things ready. Sam felt her nerves spike. It felt like this was going to be a big deal. After two weeks of never being more than a few feet away from the potty she was going to be taken outside. She found herself thinking “thank god for my diapers” as she waddled into the hallway. She was dressed in a light blue t-shirt that had a popular cartoon princess on the front and a skirt which went down to her knees. Skirts had been preferable to shorts or pants recently as they made getting to the potty slightly easier. Her Velcro shoes were slipped on to her feet and with her tummy full of butterflies she stepped through the front door behind Isabelle. The mall was much the same as Sam remembered it from her first trip. She had bad memories of her trigger being accidentally used and prayed it wouldn’t happen again, she had avoided the regression suggestions for a little while and felt they might be slightly weakening. She bit her lip nervously as they parked the car and Isabelle helped her out of the seat. “I don’t know about this…” Sam muttered as Isabelle locked the car up. “It’ll be fine.” Isabelle replied, “Just let me know if you need the potty.” Sam cringed slightly but walked behind Isabelle into the mall. It was even more crowded than the first time they had gone with the Saturday afternoon shoppers filling the wide open space. Sam’s little legs moved quicker to keep up with Isabelle’s longer stride as the pair of them returned to the same clothing store as last time. Thankfully they didn’t travel all the way to the little kids section and instead stopped next to some slightly more mature looking clothes. “It’s all too big for me…” Sam said sadly as she looked at some of the more fashionable numbers. “Don’t worry about that.” Isabelle said, “I have a friend who will be able to help tomorrow. Right, let’s see…” For the next few minutes Isabelle took clothes from the rack and put them in the cart. Sam watched each one to offer her opinions though it didn’t seem like Isabelle was listening to her too much. In Sam’s view Isabelle’s choices were far too conservative. She tried to suggest some other clothes that looked a little more mature such as a low-cut shirt or one that had a rather racy message on it but Isabelle shook her head each time leaving Sam pouting. In Sam’s opinion the clothes were boring but at least they weren’t so overly childish. Although they were safe picks she had to admit she was happy that most of it looked pretty grown up. She was certainly looking forward to ditching the childish princess shirts she had grown used to and getting something a little more mature. She was a little concerned about how big a lot of the clothes were though. Although they were the smallest size they still looked like they would be far too big on her. It was as they joined the end of a short queue for the cash register that she felt a problem. Her tummy had been acting up from the nerves of being away from the potty but now she realised there was something else going on. Despite all the people around her Sam knew it was important to get Isabelle’s attention. “Issy! Issy!” Sam urgently said. She tried to keep her voice low but it was difficult with the heightened state of her nerves, “I need to go to the potty!” Sam’s face blazed as she saw people look at her oddly. She could hardly blame them, she may have been small but up till then she had been acting entirely normally. No doubt they were taken aback by the suddenly childish display. “Can you wait?” Isabelle asked. Sam was almost certain she couldn’t. With her face quickly turning red she shook her head. She had become aware that her bladder was full as well, her legs trembled as she put her hands on her lower tummy. Sam saw Isabelle gaze from her suddenly desperate form to the cashier and then the entrance of the store. They both knew the bathroom was quite some way away, though neither said anything it was clear they both thought that even if they ran as fast as they could right away that Sam would never make it. “You’ll just have to use your diaper.” Isabelle finally said quite brusquely, “We’ll sort you out afterwards.” Sam let out a whine. It was inevitable she was going to use her diaper regardless. The people around them were watching her, most saw a little kid struggling with potty training but that didn’t help Sam. They looked distinctly uncomfortable, as if they could already smell what was coming and were annoyed at the inconvenience. Sam felt like she should walk around and apologize to all of them for what she was about to do. Sam didn’t think Isabelle would be so blunt and loud. Now Sam wished she hadn’t said anything. It would’ve been much less embarrassing. She was about to open her mouth to complain that Isabelle was supposed to be potty training her but before she could get a word out she felt her bladder give way. Her hands were on the front of her clothes and she could feel the diaper warming underneath. It was the least of her concerns though. The pee had barely stopped when Sam felt her bowels opening without her control. In an automatic motion she bent her knees and squatted down. She covered her face as she felt the familiar pushing sensation in her tummy. A second later she could feel a sticky mass emerging into her diaper. She shuddered and held her breath and felt the slimy logs rub against her skin on their way out. She felt like she was failing her potty training, she felt more ashamed of using this diaper than any other. She was better than this! She should’ve made it to the potty! Isabelle unexpectedly moved forwards and as Sam moved she felt her stinky waste spreading against her butt. She sniffed despondently as she looked at the floor. She had been doing so well, real progress seemed to be happening but now she was back in a wet and stinky diaper as if nothing had changed. The smell was already starting to permeate the air and nearby people were backing off a little bit more. Somewhere above her Sam heard Isabelle let out a deep sigh of frustration. Sam kept her eyes to the ground as the line moved slowly forwards and Isabelle paid for the goods. She was too ashamed to say anything and could only focus on the sticky and slimy feeling in her diaper. It seemed to take an age for the sale to finalize but it was with relief that Issy took Sam’s hand and led her from the store. “You couldn’t wait then?” Isabelle asked irritably. “I tried!” Sam whined in reply. “I thought you had that side of things under control.” Isabelle said, “Didn’t you feel the need to go?” “I… I thought it was just because I was scared about coming here.” Sam sighed, “I didn’t realise the feeling was… that.” Isabelle was leading Sam towards the public toilets and the baby changing room next to them. She was walking fairly quickly which was forcing Sam to nearly have to jog to keep up. Every step seemed to spread her accident just a little more. “Maybe middle school is too much.” Isabelle said as she pushed open the door for Sam to waddle inside, “Perhaps you need more potty training.” “No!” Sam quickly stated. She surprised herself with how vehement she was, “This was just an accident!” “But what if it happens at school again?” Isabelle asked. Sam thought about it. Having her messy accident on the final day of elementary school had been mortifying but doing it in middle school sounded like it would be even worse. If it wasn’t on the final day she would have to face those kids again, and they would be older than the last ones, bigger and potentially meaner. But on the flipside, she couldn’t remain scared forever. If she wanted to get better she had to face these things head on. “It won’t.” Sam stated forcefully, “I need to grow up and… and I think your plan is working.” Isabelle looked down at Sam with lips pressed tightly together. It was almost like she was a robot analyzing every little bit of data to come up with a mathematical solution. Finally she relented. “Fine.” Isabelle said, “I believe in you.” Despite the dirty diaper and the scary situation on the horizon Sam couldn’t help a small smile appearing on her face. Isabelle leaned down and for a second Sam thought she was going for a hug, instead of that she was lifted into the air and sat on the edge of the changing table. Sam’s closed tightly and she winced as she felt the poop in her pants spread out. “There is one thing we can do to help you though.” Isabelle said as she looked down at Sam, “We can teach you to change your own diapers…” --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/3a45ec82-b71a-42c2-90e1-ad56b697e907 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1493713 4
Elfy Posted October 3, 2024 Author Posted October 3, 2024 Sam is getting ready for middle school. First, a visit from one of Isabelle's friends to help with getting some clothes to fit and then it is off for Sam's first day at a new school! This update is twice as long as usual! --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 35 stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam woke up the next day knowing it was her final day before she was officially a middle school student. At first Sam wasn’t sure what had woken her. Her diaper was wet but that wasn’t unusual for overnight so she didn’t think that could be it. She usually woke up early since she was put to bed early but the way she had startled awake made her think something in particular had woken her. Just as Sam was about to lay her head back down to go back to sleep she heard a knock at the door and sat bolt upright again. It was quite unusual for Isabelle to have visitors, in fact in the whole time Sam had been there she couldn’t remember guests visiting. It was one of the things she was always thankful of since it meant less awkward situations. “Hello! Come in, come in.” Isabelle’s voice carried up to Sam’s bedroom as she answered the door. There was some muffled conversation that Sam couldn’t make out that was punctuated by laughter. When she heard footsteps on the stairs she lifted the cover up and hid underneath it. She laid down and tried to flatten herself as if she could disappear if she was horizontal enough, the air in the enclosed space tainted by the smell of her wet diaper. A few seconds later the door to the bedroom opened. “Sam? Are you awake?” Isabelle asked. Sam didn’t respond. She remained hidden hoping that Issy would somehow forget she was there or at least think she was asleep and leave her alone. The footsteps came closer and Sam could barely suppress a whimper as Isabelle pulled the covers away for her. Without a word the caretaker reached down with one hand and cupped the obviously wet diaper. Sam was lifted off the bed and carried over to the changing table. One of the few remaining remnants of when her room had been a full-blown nursery the changing table was still needed every day. No matter how Sam’s potty training was going it seemed like she simply couldn’t stop wetting herself when she slept. The wet diaper was opened and Sam was cleaned up. Isabelle had changed so many diapers by this point that she had become somewhat of an expert. For Sam there was no embarrassment left about being seen naked in front of Issy, it had happened so often by this point that it felt completely normal. “Who’s downstairs?” Sam asked as a new diaper was unfolded and slipped underneath her. “A friend of mine.” Isabelle replied. “You… You aren’t going to take me downstairs are you?” Sam nervously fiddled with her hands. “Of course I am.” Isabelle pulled the front of the crinkly disposable up over Sam’s crotch, “She’s been dying to meet you. In fact she’s hear specifically to meet you.” Sam didn’t understand. She didn’t really know what Isabelle had said to her friends to explain why she suddenly had a baby in her life. Was she supposed to act like a baby? Did this friend know the truth? As Sam was lifted up in her fresh diaper she expected to be dressed. Instead, she was taken out of the bedroom. “I’m naked!” Sam hissed desperately as she tried to scramble out of Isabelle’s arms. “No you’re not. You’re wearing your diaper.” Isabelle replied. That rather seemed like missing the point to Sam but before she could complain further they were heading towards the living room. As the door was pushed open Sam buried her head in Issy’s chest and closed her eyes. Childishly she hoped if she couldn’t see whoever was there then they wouldn’t be able to see her either. “Sam… So nice to finally meet you. Isabelle has told me so much, she positively gushes about you!” It wasn’t a voice Sam recognized. Slowly Sam turned her head to the side. She saw a woman who seemed to be the same age as Isabelle, after a second she quickly hid her face again. Sam heard the stranger laugh a little, she didn’t know what was going on but hated that she was only in a diaper. And what did she say about Issy? That she “gushes about you”? That didn’t sound like the Isabelle Sam knew at all. “Sam, this is my friend, Susan.” Isabelle said, “She’s a seamstress. She’s going to help with the fitting of your new clothes.” Sam would’ve rather hid under her covers or somewhere but she was pulled away from her hiding place on Isabelle’s chest to be stood on the ground. Sam wobbled slightly, she was only wearing her diaper and her arms went up to cover her what little development she had on her chest. She looked at Susan rather worriedly but the other woman was smiling, she seemed to find nothing unusual about the situation. “Don’t worry, sweetie.” Susan said as she knelt down in front of Sam, “I just need to take some measurements, OK?” It quickly became clear to Sam why she had been left almost naked. Susan had brought out a measuring tape and started to take all of her measurements. Sam was instructed to stay in place as Susan did her work. The whole time Susan and Isabelle chatted as if this was all completely normal. Sam just hoped this would be over soon. “Alright, I’m going to need you to stay in the room, OK?” Susan said as she retreated to the couch where a lot of Sam’s new outfits were waiting. Sam looked at Isabelle. She really hoped her caretaker would excuse her but instead she simply nodded and told Sam to play. With shoulders slumped in embarrassment Sam sat on the floor next to her little dolls and dollhouse. She hated how everyone was acting like this was normal and she didn’t understand why she couldn’t go back to her bedroom now that Susan had her measurements. “Let’s try this…” Susan said as she stood up with a shirt that had been heavily modified. Sam raised her hands as the shirt was pulled over her head and, to her surprise, it seemed to fit perfectly. When Isabelle had pulled that shirt off the rack at the store it had seemed to Sam like she would’ve had more like using it as a tent than clothing but Susan had worked her magic on it. “Not bad.” Isabelle said as she watched Sam pull at the shirt a little. “I can make it better.” Susan said as she took the shirt back. Sam picked up her dolls again but noticed a problem quickly rising. She needed the bathroom and standing up like she had done had only seemed to shift things closer to her exit. Her bladder started aching very quickly. Her training potty was tucked around the side of the couch and was just out of Susan’s sight. There was no way Sam could ask to use it with this stranger here. When she looked over at the pile of clothes Susan was working on Sam knew there was no way she could hold it all in until the guest left. Sam had been dressing up her dolls in new outfits when she froze in place. She stared at the floor just in front of her as she started to wet her diaper. The warmth washed around her and she shivered slightly, the padding was noticeably swelling up. It was only when she had finished that she went back to playing with her toys. It didn’t seem anyone had noticed what she had done even if she could see the top of the wetness indicator strip changing colour. “Alright, this should be right.” Susan said a couple of minutes later. Sam raised her arms without turning around expecting the shirt to be pulled over her head. Instead, she was lifted suddenly to her feet and her wet state was unceremoniously revealed to the other two women. Sam looked way from the armchair where Isabelle had pursed her lips. Nobody said anything about Sam’s obvious accident as she was made to try on most of her new wardrobe. By the time Susan was done Sam had wet herself again and was on the verge of leaking, the padding drooped heavily and she hadn’t once mentioned needing the potty. “That should do it.” Susan said after Sam had tried on a pair of jeans, “I think that’s everything. It’s a start at least, I expect this little girl will be demanding more clothes sooner or later.” “Thank you again.” Isabelle said as she stood up, “It’s so hard to find clothes for Sam, I’m sure you understand.” “Not a problem at all.” Susan knelt down in front of Sam, “And good luck at school tomorrow.” Sam didn’t say anything as Susan stood up and was taken to the door by Isabelle. She remained in place with her wet diaper on display waiting for Isabelle to come back. A few seconds later she got her wish when Isabelle re-appeared and leaned on the frame of the door. “You didn’t say you needed the potty.” Isabelle said accusingly. “I couldn’t!” Sam argued, “Not in front of Susan…” “And you thought soaking your diaper was better?” Isabelle’s eyebrows raised. Sam shrugged her shoulders. It had seemed better at the time though her decision may not have been the best with the benefit of hindsight. Regardless Isabelle came walking over and lifted Sam into the air. “I can walk…” Sam mumbled sulkily. “Little girls who wet themselves get carried like babies.” Isabelle said. Sam pouted and let out a grunt of embarrassed frustration. Her face turned red but she couldn’t exactly argue with Isabelle’s assessment, she had wet her diaper just like the baby she had been in the recent past. --- “Did you hear what Chloe did last night? Oh my god!” “Hey, can I see your homework?” “Who’s the kid?” Sam felt like the smallest fish in the sea. To be fair she was definitely the smallest person in the school corridor and it wasn’t particularly close. She was a lot shorter than everyone around her and she swallowed nervously as she followed the note she had been given towards her new Home Room. She looked around anxiously and saw many eyes staring back at her. Underneath Sam’s baggy pants her diaper crinkled. The sound was easily lost in the noisy hallway but she was already feeling self-conscious. Thankfully that very morning Sam had been able to change her wet overnight diaper under the supervision of Isabelle, as a result the school nurse hadn’t been told about Sam who was expected to be able to change her own diapers. It felt like just a little bit more independence. But as Sam’s diaper warmed underneath her clothes she didn’t feel like she wanted that independence. She felt a very childish need to be picked up and told it would be OK. She should’ve gone to the bathroom when she felt the need to pee but she was too distracted and anxious. In her bag, along with everything she’d need for her classes, she had her spare diapers and everything needed for changes. She prayed none of these kids looked in there. More than anything Sam felt overawed as she looked around at all the other students. Mostly young teenagers experiencing the turmoil that everyone goes through at that age many looked down at Sam and frowned. She wasn’t like them and it was as if they could sense it. It was more than just the height difference and despite being twenty-two years-old Sam felt much younger than everyone she passed. She had expected middle school to feel different to the elementary school she had just left but she hadn’t thought the difference would feel so big. Eventually Sam found her Home Room and, after standing on tip-toes to open the door, she walked inside. There were some students huddled around a desk but otherwise the room was empty. Sam wasn’t quite sure where all the other students sat so she wasn’t sure which desk to go to. In the end she awkwardly stood next to the teacher’s desk. She tried to look busy as she waited for the teacher. When the bell rang the door opened and students started walking in. They seemed very boisterous as two boys play fought whilst the girls behind them rolled their eyes. Sam gripped the straps on the backpack that was almost as large as her a little more tightly. The teacher was one of the last ones to enter. “Ah, you must be Sam. I’m Mr. Smith” The teacher said. “Hello.” Sam replied shyly, “I’m just wondering where to sit…” “Oh, I think that desk there next to Becky is free.” Mr. Smith pointed at a desk in roughly the centre of the room. Sam walked past a couple of rows of desks. She could feel the eyes of the curious teenagers following her. She chanced to look up at the girl who was apparently called Becky but where she expected a scowl or mockery she saw the young teenager smile and wave her hand a little in greeting. Sam was so shocked she didn’t even smile back as she reached her seat and hopped up. Sam was getting quite a unique experience. She was basically speed running school and it allowed her to see the differences between them. It was surprising to her that despite the students being taller and the language being a little more mature everything else seemed very similar to elementary school. After the register was read out the students were essentially free to do whatever they liked until the bell for the first period. “Hi, I’m Becky.” The girl next to Sam immediately introduced herself. “Sam. Nice to meet you.” Sam tried to sound more confident than she felt. “Are you new to the school? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” Becky asked. “Yeah, I just transferred here.” Sam replied. She didn’t need to say that she had transferred from several grades below. “Cool.” Becky smiled, “You’re welcome to hang out with me and my friends at lunch. I transferred here last year, I know what it’s like.” “Thank you. That’s… cool.” Sam replied. She supposed that if she was going to be in class with girls of this age she would have to learn the language a little bit. The bell for the first period rang. It startled Sam enough that she felt a fresh trickle of urine soaking into her diaper. She certainly hoped she could get to morning break before her first diaper change as planned. She slipped off her seat doing her best to cover her padded rear and stop anyone from discovering her secret as she left the room and made her way to her first lesson. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/3a45ec82-b71a-42c2-90e1-ad56b697e907 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1493713 4
CDfm Posted October 5, 2024 Posted October 5, 2024 A couple of great chapters. Yes I am struggling to keep up. Life can keep one from enjoying things they truly enjoy at times. I wonder how bad things will get for Sam in middle school. I am hoping that her issues with potty training will keep her from being humiliated. I am wondering what happened to Jess? Is she still planning on trying to get Sam back?
diaperboy187 Posted October 5, 2024 Posted October 5, 2024 13 minutes ago, CDfm said: A couple of great chapters. Yes I am struggling to keep up. Life can keep one from enjoying things they truly enjoy at times. I wonder how bad things will get for Sam in middle school. I am hoping that her sucks with potty training will keep her from being humiliated. I am wondering what happened to Jess? Is she still planning on trying to get Sam back? A lot of good questions. For now they must stay a mystery. I promise everything will be revealed in the end.
Elfy Posted October 10, 2024 Author Posted October 10, 2024 Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 35 stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam was pleased that after the struggle to catch up when she started elementary school she was having less trouble with her morning classes. It was still stuff she was having to re-learn on the fly but it felt more manageable. Going from not being able to read to learning simple words was a bigger leap than what she had to do in middle school. Being able to read most of the textbooks she was given helped tremendously. Unfortunately, despite the work being a little easier to get a grasp of, Sam had no shortage of worries to occupy her mind. The kids at elementary school were pretty clueless but she quickly noticed that it would be harder to hide her big secret from these older kids. She was more distracted with trying to hide her diapers than ever before. That meant being extra careful when opening her bag and constantly pulling at her clothes to try to better hide her padding. It wasn’t just diapers though. Becky had been very friendly but that seemed to be more the exception than the norm. Sam found a lot of the other students staring at her or making the snide comments she was used to. It was clear she wasn’t going to magically have a better time just because she had found a friend. The memories of what happened with the friends she had thought she made in elementary school were still very fresh in her mind, it was enough to keep her wary of everyone she passed. Sam made it through to the morning break without any major humiliations. The work was tough but she felt like she was just about managing to keep up even if it felt like she was struggling more than most of her classmates. Her diaper was soaked though and there was no way she was going to make it through to lunch. She was just on her way to the nearest bathroom when Becky suddenly stepped out in front of her. “Hello.” Becky said with a smile. “H-Hi.” Sam replied. The bathroom was just over Becky’s shoulder. Sam looked around her potential new friend at the door as if it was the Promised Land. “How’s your first morning been? Mr. Ding is such a drag, huh?” Becky giggled. “Ha! Yeah…” Sam replied distractedly. As much as she appreciated Becky trying to befriend her, she really wanted to sort her diaper out, “Erm, I just need to go to the potty.” “The potty?” Becky frowned. Sam froze. She’d let that slip. She had spent so much time talking like a baby it was sometimes hard to remember to stop. She thought for a second she’d blown any chance of being seen as a normal young teenager with Becky before her new friend started to laugh in a friendly way. Sam joined in to try and make it seem like it was somehow deliberate. Sam walked past Becky towards the girl’s room and pushed through the door. She was grateful that it was empty in there. She was just moving over to one of the stalls when she heard the door open again. “I’m sure you’ll get used to this place soon.” Becky continued seemingly oblivious to Sam’s desire to be left alone, “You go do your thing, I’ll wait here then I’ll introduce you to the rest of my friends.” Sam pushed into her stall furthest from the door and felt lost. She really wanted Becky to wait outside but she wasn’t sure how to suggest it without being rude or coming off badly. She locked the door and pulled down her pants to look at the diaper underneath. There was no way it would last till lunch, it would have to be changed then whether Becky was nearby or not. “I think you’ll love Chloe.” Becky started saying, “She’s the best and so funny! Then there’s…” As Becky continued Sam’s fingers found the edge of the diaper’s tapes. She started to slowly pull at them but immediately stopped as she heard the adhesive come away from the plastic padding very loudly. She cringed as Becky stopped talking for a moment before carrying on again. Sam had practiced changing her own diapers at home under the watchful eye of Issy, but she hadn’t thought how much harder it would be in a public setting. “Last month at our slumber party my mom made us all cookies and…” Becky continued to excitedly talk completely oblivious to Sam’s problem. It was actually a bit of a blessing, it meant she didn’t notice anything wrong. Sam was saved when some more girls entered the bathroom and went into the other stalls. She waited until one of them flushed and as that sound filled the room she quickly ripped all the tapes off as fast as possible. The diaper dropped heavily between her legs and, although she tried to stop it, the padding thumped against the floor heavily. Sam held breath as she winced as if the noise caused her physical harm. “Everything alright in there?” Becky asked. No doubt she had heard the noise of the wet padding hitting the ground. Sam had quickly picked the diaper up and folded it closed. She got a strong whiff of her own urine and turned her face away as she placed the diaper on top of the toilet and reached into her backpack for her baby wipes. “Uh huh.” Sam grunted. This was a lot more work in the confined space of the stall than it was on her bed at home. Sam wiped herself as best she could. It was difficult but she knew she had to do a good job because if she got a rash or something Isabelle would make her go to the nurse for changes again, something she really wanted to avoid if possible. She placed the balled up diaper and wipes on top of the toilet. She got a new diaper out of her bag and opened it up. She used her butt to pin the back of the diaper against the wall and pulled the front up between her legs. Every crinkle made Sam wince but she hadn’t heard Becky say anything about it. To Sam it sounded like the loudest noise ever. With the new diaper taped on adequately Sam breathed a sigh of relief. She pulled up her pants to cover herself up and slung her bag back on to her back. She reached behind her and pressed the button to flush the toilet, she hadn’t needed to but at least give the appearance she had used it. Becky was still there and Sam studied her to see if she was giving off any hints that she knew something was wrong. Sam went over to the sinks and thankfully one was a little lower than the others and she could just about reach up to use it properly. After that she left the room with Becky right behind her. “Come with me.” Becky said. Sam was still feeling elated from her successful change and she happily followed her new friend out on to the playground and over to a bench on the far side. There were two more girls sitting there and they were looking at Becky with recognition, Sam came to a stop next to them. Out there with all the students standing and sitting around she could see that she was very likely the shortest person at the school and it wasn’t even close. “Sam, this is Chloe and Caitlyn.” Becky said, “My two best friends.” “Hi.” Sam said with a shy little wave. The other girls said hello back. Chloe was a little taller than Becky and wore a pair of half-rimmed glasses on top of a small nose on a freckled face. Caitlyn was about Becky’s height with long straight hair reaching halfway down her back. They seemed nice. “So where did you transfer from?” Becky asked Sam once they were all sat down. “Erm, we came from another state.” Sam answered. “Where?” Chloe asked. “One down south…” Sam lied. She hadn’t thought about this but she had no cover story. “You don’t have an accent.” Caitlyn said. Sam could only smile in response and hope it deflected the question. The twenty-two year-old felt like she was in an interrogation and the people on the other side were three young cops looking for holes in a story she hadn’t prepared. Most of the break went on in a similar fashion. The girls wanted to know more about Sam who was trying to be as evasive as possible. In the end she was saved by the bell bringing everyone back inside for their afternoon lessons. The time until lunch went the same way as the morning. The good news was that she seemed to share a lot of classes with her new friends so she always had somewhere to sit and occasionally, when she needed help, she would try to surreptitiously look to the side to copy their work. Her cognitive skills were still coming back to her, she didn’t think getting a little help was too bad. At lunch she had been able to shake Becky and the others before going into the bathroom for another change. It was only in the afternoon lessons that Sam heard something from the row behind her that made her freeze. It was English class and she was feeling quite pleased that she could read a lot of the words in the book the class were working on when she heard a couple of girls whispering. “Did you hear what Susie found in the bathroom?” One whispered. “No, what?” The other replied equally quietly. “A diaper!” The first girl said. There was laughter in her voice. “Ew, that’s so gross.” The second girl whispered Sam Thought back to her lunchtime change but it had all gone to plan. She had changed her diaper, shoved the used one into a plastic bag and then when it was all clear she had dropped it in the trash. There hadn’t been a problem so surely they couldn’t be talking about her. That was when Sam thought back to her first change and she felt her stomach drop. That morning she had changed her diaper but been so distracted that she had left the used diaper on top of the toilet. She had forgotten to throw it away! “The weirdest part was that it was a baby diaper…” The first girl whispered. “Aren’t all diapers for babies?” The second girl asked. “Well, yeah, or old people…” The first girl snorted with laughter, “But I meant it was baby size.” “Huh. Weird.” The second girl said, “No one brings a baby to school, do they?” “No, it must have been a student.” The first girl said, “But who-…” “Girls! Is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class?” The teacher suddenly said causing the two girls to quickly stop talking. “No, sir.” The girls chorused. “Then, Jane, you can read the next chapter.” The teacher replied. Sam was barely paying attention. But for the intervention of the teacher it sounded like the two girls had been on the verge of working out who had left a diaper behind. Sam was the only person in the whole school who could possibly fit into such a disposable. She needed to be more careful. Everyone finding out about her diapers in elementary school had been awful, she couldn’t allow it to happen again. Thankfully the conversation wasn’t brought up again and despite everything Sam didn’t notice anyone else talking about it or anyone looking at her more strangely than usual. Isabelle came to pick her up and Sam could actually say that despite the scare she’d actually had a good first day. The first day was the pattern for the whole week. Sam spent her free time with Becky, Chloe and Caitlyn who turned out to be good friends. The classes were easier than she had expected and, for once, everything seemed to be going to plan. With her improved mood Sam felt like she was making more progress than ever before in getting back to the woman in her early twenties she should always have been. When Friday rolled around Sam, along with everyone else, was looking forward to the weekend. The day dragged but her friends were excited. Once a month or so they got together at one of their houses for a slumber party. They had spent the whole day talking about all the fun they were going to have. Sam had been invited and whilst she had accepted she planned on telling Isabelle about it and making it so her “mom” wouldn’t let her. That way she could keep her secrets safe whilst not being weird to her friends. Sam made it clear that Isabelle was strict and might not let her go so as to be ready to let the girls down gently. When the final bell rang Sam joined everyone else in happily leaving the school. For many people it was getting on the yellow school busses but for Sam it was going to Isabelle who was waiting in the usual place. Sam made a break away from the others to get to Isabelle so she could explain the situation before the others made it a lot harder. However, when Sam saw Isabelle she saw three other moms talking to her. She slowed her run to a walk as she approached. She recognized at least two of the other moms, they were the parents of Chloe and Caitlyn. She could assume the third was Becky’s. “Issy…” Sam said as she reached them, “Can I spe-…” “Can Sam come to our slumber party!?” Becky had caught up faster than Sam had planned and she was quick to practically shout the question. “Becky, don’t shout.” The person Sam assumed to be Becky’s mom said with a chuckle and a shake of the head, “We were just talking to Sam’s mom about it.” “It sounds like a good time.” Isabelle said as she looked down at Sam, “What do you think?” Sam felt like she was trapped between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand she didn’t want to disappoint her new friends, things had been going so well and she didn’t want to ruin it by turning her nose up at what would surely be a fun little get together. On the other hand she had secrets to hide. She couldn’t let people find out she was actually an adult and all the awkward questions that would follow and she definitely couldn’t let her crinkly secret get discovered. “It’ll be SO fun!” Becky was practically bouncing up and down, “We’ll play games, watch movies and mom will order us a pizza!” “Oh will I?” Becky’s mom said with a laugh. It was playful, it was clear she wasn’t going to disappoint her excited daughter. “Come on, Sam!” Becky was practically bouncing with anticipation, “It’ll be the best sleepover ever!” “I… I guess…” Sam said slowly. “Yay!” Becky actually gave Sam a quick hug. “Great, did you want to drop Sam off around six?” Becky’s mom said to Isabelle. “Sure.” Isabelle replied. “Well, we’ll see you later then, Sam.” Becky’s mom gave her daughter’s new friend a smile. Just like that everything had been arranged. Sam looked around as if she had been caught in a whirlwind and had lost her orientation. With an exchange of waves and goodbyes everyone separated leaving Sam to walk alongside Isabelle. As soon as they were far enough away from the school and anyone else Sam stepped in front of Isabelle and stopped. She looked up at her caretaker with as big of a frown as she could muster. “I can’t go to the sleepover!” Sam exclaimed. “Why not?” Isabelle asked. “You know why not!” Sam stamped a foot on the floor. “They are your friends.” Isabelle said, “They aren’t going to care or treat you differently.” Sam begged to differ. Everyone who found out about her diapers treated her differently afterwards. Isabelle seemed to have some idealistic view of kids but it differed with Sam’s experiences on the front lines. In elementary school she had been shunned by everyone once her diapers became public knowledge and whilst the kids in middle school were a little more mature they were still children. All of them wanting to stand out and be cool, none of them wanting to associate with someone as embarrassing as a baby. “They WILL care.” Sam said as her shoulders slumped. “Then they aren’t real friends.” Isabelle said, “Socializing is just as important when growing up as everything that happens at school. This will be good for you.” Sam could see there was no arguing with Isabelle and walked along beside her. As they neared home Sam felt the need to pee, there was no chance she was making it to the bathroom and didn’t try to hold back as she flooded her diaper. It did make her think about something else. “What if I need a change?” Sam asked, “I can change myself but I don’t know how I’d stop the others from seeing or hearing me do it…” “I’ll tell Becky’s mom and she can change you.” Isabelle replied easily, “It’s probably for the best anyway, you’ve been taping them up too loose. Your diapers are practically begging for a leak half the time.” Sam scowled but had to admit things did feel different when she changed herself. There always seemed like a bigger gap at the legs and whilst that was OK at school when she wouldn’t have accidents in awkward positions it was different if she was lying down or something. The thought of having a leak when with her friends scared her. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/5d59bbb3-9323-4cdd-b84a-426b34803506 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1524891 8
CDfm Posted October 10, 2024 Posted October 10, 2024 I was on pins and needles throughout most of this chapter. I caught that Sam had failed to get rid of her diaper and wasn’t sure what the outcome would be upon its discovery. We still aren’t sure what the results will be. We are also hanging on a ledge when it comes to the reaction of Sam’s new friends. That can go either way. They could accept Sam and her needs or they could ridicule her mercilessly. Obviously I still care for Sam and don’t want to see her hurt in any way so these next few chapters are being looked for with great anticipation. Awesome story.
diaperboy187 Posted October 11, 2024 Posted October 11, 2024 4 hours ago, CDfm said: I was on pins and needles throughout most of this chapter. I caught that Sam had failed to get rid of her diaper and wasn’t sure what the outcome would be upon its discovery. We still aren’t sure what the results will be. We are also hanging on a ledge when it comes to the reaction of Sam’s new friends. That can go either way. They could accept Sam and her needs or they could ridicule her mercilessly. Obviously I still care for Sam and don’t want to see her hurt in any way so these next few chapters are being looked for with great anticipation. Awesome story. Yeah I think if the teacher hadn't interrupted them they might have figured out quickly whose diaper it was. As for the new friends let's hope they are nicer than her old classmates
Elfy Posted October 17, 2024 Author Posted October 17, 2024 It's slumber party time. Sam is understandably nervous as she heads out, especially with Issy bringing a diaper bag along. Will Sam be able to keep her embarrassing secret hidden or will this be like elementary school all over again? --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- That evening was a blur of worry for Sam. She packed a small bag with pajamas and a change of clothes but constantly looked into the mirror behind her. The diaper under her pants felt so obvious. Even if they were the thinnest she had they still made her butt stick out far more than was normal. When Isabelle called her down Sam tried to think of any last minute excuses for why she shouldn’t go to the slumber party. She came up empty. “All ready?” Isabelle asked as Sam carried her bag down the stairs, “Got everything you need?” “Yeah, I…” Sam stopped when she looked up and saw a familiar bag over Isabelle’s shoulder. It was one she had hoped never to see again, “What the hell are you doing with that!?” The long pink bag was obviously meant for a baby who would need diaper changes. It was a bag Sam recognized as being used in the earlier parts of her “re-training”, the bag Isabelle always kept with her when they were out of the house. Now it had been brought out of retirement. “It has everything you need.” Isabelle said simply, “Powder, wipes, cream and diapers.” “But… it’s a DIAPER BAG!” Sam exclaimed. “I’m going to leave it with Becky’s mother.” Isabelle said shortly, “I phoned ahead earlier and she confirmed she would be able to take care of everything.” “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.” Sam hid her face behind her hands. “You’ll be fine.” Isabelle said, “Now come on, you don’t want to be late.” The drive was nerve-wracking and the nervousness was not helping Sam’s control. As she fretted about all the potential ways everything could go wrong she felt her bladder trickle urine into her diaper. She was so anxious that her bladder had seemingly reverted back to how it had been before all the training had started. “You’re going to have a great time.” Isabelle said as she looked in the rearview mirror. It didn’t matter how many times Isabelle said that it didn’t make it any more believable to Sam. She was certain that sooner or later her secret would be found out and it would be all over for her. As she panicked she started thinking wildly about whether any of this was right for her. If she couldn’t handle something like a little sleepover with friends then maybe she should just give up and accept that she’d be a baby forever after all. “I believe this is the place.” Isabelle said as she stopped the car. “I feel sick.” Sam said as she looked out of the window. “You’ll feel better when you get in there.” Isabelle replied. Sam got out of the car with a lot of hesitancy and slowly walked to the front door of the house where Isabelle was already ringing the doorbell. It was a nice neighborhood but as footsteps approached the door it was all Sam could do to not turn tail and run away as fast as her waddling legs would take her. “Sam, great to see you!” Becky’s mom opened the door with a big smile, “I hope you found us alright, Isabelle.” Becky was holding a baby, Becky’s younger brother, who was sucking on a pacifier and looking around at the strangers with a sort of bemusement only babies could have. “I did, thanks.” Isabelle stepped over the threshold and Sam followed her in. “The girls are upstairs in Becky’s room.” Becky’s mom said to Sam, “Feel free to head on up.” Sam nodded her head but looked back at Isabelle. It wasn’t until she got a small encouraging push in her back that she started to walk inside with her backpack. She went over to the stairs but instead of going straight up she stopped just out of sight and listened to the grown-ups. “About what you told me earlier on the phone…” Becky’s mom started in a low voice. “It isn’t a problem, is it, Nikki?” Isabelle said. “No, no, not at all.” Nikki said. There was a pause, “I was just wondering if she wasn’t capable of changing herself?” “We’ve tried that but she hasn’t quite got it down perfectly yet.” Isabelle said, “Quite honestly I wouldn’t trust her not to leak.” Sam scowled from her hiding place just out of view. Sure she wasn’t as good at changing herself as the adults but she bristled at the words Isabelle chose. It was only a few seconds later that Sam realised she was getting into the bad habit of not counting herself amongst the adults. “We had some problems with Becky semi-recently.” Nikki said, “So I’ve had some practice in the not too distant past… but Becky was able to do it herself pretty quickly. She seems to have come out of that phase now though.” “Well, Sam is a bit smaller than most girls her age.” Isabelle said, “She still struggles with it all...” “It’s fine. I shouldn’t be prying.” Nikki interrupted, “You don’t need to worry. I can handle everything.” Sam had heard enough. She crept upstairs slowly as thoughts swirled around her head. Apparently it wasn’t so long ago that Becky had some problems that required protection, Sam wondered if the other girls knew. Sam was also now pretty certain that Nikki didn’t know she was actually in her twenties just from the way Nikki had spoken. As Sam crested the top of the stairs she heard high-pitched laughter and found the thoughts about the grown-up conversation downstairs disappearing. She felt a huge mixture of emotions. For a start she was excited to spend time with her new friends but that was heavily colored by feelings of shame. She was an adult, she shouldn’t be in a position where she was having slumber parties like this. The anxiety that was ever-present seemed to grow as she approached the door. Keeping her diapers hidden sounded like a very difficult task. Once outside what she assumed must’ve been Becky’s bedroom door she hesitated. It felt like it was the last chance she had to turn around and run away. However as she looked back towards the stairs she heard Isabelle and Nikki saying goodbyes and a second later the front door opened and closed. Sam gripped her bag tighter. She was alone. Sam reached up to the handle that was just above her head and pulled it down. The door swung open to Becky’s bedroom. It had a curious look and Sam almost immediately recognized the familiar décor of a little girl’s bedroom that had formerly been a nursery. The walls were still pastel pink but the rest of the room had been altered. Instead of a crib there was a regular bed, instead of a changing table there was a desk with a television and computer on it and instead of a potty training chart on the wall there were posters of boybands. It all looked perfect for a young girl but Sam could see where the changing table used to be, she could see the white shelves that were now filled with books and random trinkets that would’ve had changing supplies… “Sam!” Becky squealed excitedly as she jumped up off the floor and practically launched herself towards Sam. Just as she was expecting a hug the beaming young girl pulled up short, “I’m so glad you made it!” “Hi.” Sam said a little awkwardly as she stepped into the room and Becky closed the door behind her. “We were starting to think you were going to flake out on us.” Caitlyn said from a beanbag on the floor as she flicked through the pages of a teen magazine. “No way!” Sam tried to mask her anxiety with a smile. “We’re about to watch a scary movie.” Becky said with a cheeky smile, “But don’t tell mom. She still thinks we’re children.” “You are chi-…” Sam stopped herself before she gave too much away, “Cool.” Sam sat on the floor next to Caitlyn as Becky brought out a DVD she had taken from her mom’s collection. As it started up the screen showed a sinister looking house with a tree in the foreground, a tire swing moving backwards and forwards gently in the breeze. Sam felt a little uneasy but told herself it would be fine. How scary could it possibly be if these teenage girls were watching it? “Right, let’s turn the lights off and get the snacks out.” Becky said as she flicked the switch leaving the room lit only by the television screen. Becky sat herself down next to Sam. “Do you want some?” Caitlyn asked from Sam’s other side. “Hmm?” Sam turned to see a bowl of popcorn being held out, “Oh, thank you.” Becky hit play on the DVD main menu and the film started up. Sam actually found herself relaxing a bit more. With the room dark and the volume on the TV quite loud she actually felt like her diaper was less noticeable than at any point since she had walked in. The bowl of popcorn was kept in easy reach and she helped herself to some more as the opening scenes started. At first Sam joined in with the other girls making little comments and laughing at what was happening in the film. However it wasn’t long until Sam was feeling very tense and anxious by the strange ghostly apparitions on the screen. She’d always had a weakness for scary movies and she hadn’t thought about how her enforced regression may have affected her in that regard. So whilst the others continued having a good time Sam found herself increasingly scared. “Are you alright?” Becky leaned in and whispered to Sam. “Y-Yeah.” Sam stuttered in reply. “We can turn it off if you’re scared.” Becky continued. “I’m fine.” Sam said with a weak smile. It was sweet of Becky to offer but Sam felt even sillier. The other girls were sitting and enjoying the movie without being so scared but she was the one feeling terrified. Becky gave Sam a pat on the back and turned back to the film. Sam was just hoping the film would end sooner rather than later but the longer it went on the more the tension seemed to ramp up until even the other girls were looking a little scared. None of them wanted to be the first to suggest they shut it off though. Sam thought the worst of it might be over when the main characters had escaped the house and were driving away. She was just breathing a sigh of relief when the monster popped up suddenly from the backseat. The scare made all the girls scream but for Sam there was a much wetter reaction. As she screamed and hid her face behind her hands her bladder released and she flooded her diaper. As the other girls started giggling at their reaction Sam felt the fresh warmth blossoming in her underwear. There was no way she could ignore that she really needed a change now. As the main characters finally defeated the monster and got away for real Becky turned the light back on. Everyone excitedly started talking about what they had seen as Sam stood up and felt her soggy padding sagging between her legs. She started walking towards the door. “Where are you going?” Chloe asked. “I… I just need the bathroom.” Sam replied as she reached up and pulled on the handle. “Me too.” Caitlyn said as she stretched and walked across the room. Sam started walking down the hallway towards the stairs as Caitlyn walked out behind her. “Erm, Sam?” Caitlyn said, “The bathroom is this way…” “I’ll… I’ll use the one downstairs.” Sam said. Her cheeks were turning red but she did her best to act normally as she hurried down the top few stairs. Her legs waddling thanks to the thickness between her thighs. “There isn’t one downstairs…” Caitlyn muttered as she frowned. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/57bce8b1-3d0d-4343-b335-3179f7d63d24 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1534876 6
CDfm Posted October 17, 2024 Posted October 17, 2024 Knowing that Becky has had similar issues recently I think that when Sam’s secret is exposed it’s not going to be that bad. Another awesome chapter and I will be looking forward to the next.
Elfy Posted October 24, 2024 Author Posted October 24, 2024 Sam needs her diaper changed but that is just the start of her issues. When she gets back upstairs the girls decide it's time to get dressed for bed which presents a fresh challenge for her, especially when Caitlyn decides to help Sam get over her shyness... --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam didn’t hear Caitlyn as she struggled slightly with the steps. Her lack of height already made stairs hard work but when she was so thickly padded it was only made harder. After just a few stairs Sam gave up and dropped on to her butt. She was a lot quicker bumping down the stairs like this and the soaked diaper did a lot to protect her rear. A few times she looked behind her hoping none of the other girls came to see her. “Sam?” Nikki’s voice came from the bottom of the stairs. Sam turned back to face forwards just as she bumped down another step. Nikki was standing at the bottom of the stairs frowning at her strangely infantile behaviour. Too late to save her blushes Sam got back to her feet and walked down the final few steps as best as she could. “Erm, I… I need…” Sam stuttered as she looked at the ground between her and Nikki, “I need an, erm… you know?” “Alright, come with me.” Nikki said. Sam followed Nikki through to the living room that was just opposite the stairs. The changing bag was on the couch and she noticed that the wooden table in the middle of the room appeared to have been cleared of anything that might’ve been on it. Nikki laid a towel on the table and then the changing mat was taken out of the bag and flattened on top. Sitting in a baby bouncer next to the armchair opposite the television was Becky’s baby brother. Sam had only heard her friend talk about him a couple of times and had almost forgotten he existed. He was looking at Sam curiously. “Alright, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Nikki said with a smile, “We’ll quickly get this done and then you can go back upstairs and have fun.” It was difficult to believe there was nothing to be embarrassed about when there was an actual baby in the corner. Sam was going to have her diaper changed in exactly the same way the baby would. Sam turned to look at the closed living room door. There was no lock on it, anyone could just walk in mid-change. She had to hope the other girls were too distracted and that none of them came looking for her. She nervously walked across to the table and started undressing. Half of her wanted to go as slow as possible to delay the embarrassment but the other half wanted it to happen as soon as possible before her friends missed her and came to see where she was. “Your mommy says you’re getting good at this but need a little more time.” Nikki said idly, “I’m sure you’ll be able to do it yourself by the next sleepover.” Sam was too embarrassed to say anything. She supposed Isabelle must be introducing herself as Sam’s mom now, it meant less questions at least. As much as Sam liked the other girls she hoped there would be no second slumber party. On the one hand this was all incredibly nerve wracking as she tried to keep her diapers secret but it was mostly because she wanted to keep progressing and reach adulthood again. Another slumber party would mean weeks at middle school. Sam couldn’t delay things forever and eventually she was forced to pull down the pants she was wearing to reveal her very clearly wet diaper. She didn’t look at Nikki who she was sure would be staring at her in disgust. Instead she awkwardly clambered on to the makeshift changing table and laid down. She had been changed by several different adults by this point but for some reason having one from Becky’s mom felt even more embarrassing. She wasn’t a care giver or a nurse, she was just a regular woman. “We’ll have this sorted in no time at all.” Nikki said as she went over to the bag and retrieved the needed changing supplies. Sam hoped so. She looked away as her face blazed with embarrassment. The tapes on the front of her diaper were pulled away and soon she felt her most private areas exposed to the cool living room air. She closed her eyes tightly and felt so much heat rising in her head that she thought she was going to explode. Nikki remained silent as she wiped Sam clean, the diapered young woman noticed that her friend’s mother was cleaning certain areas very gingerly. This was an awkward situation for everyone involved even if Nikki tried to act like it was normal. “Are you girls having fun?” Nikki asked as she pulled the soaked diaper away. “Uh huh.” Sam replied with a vague grunt. “What have you been doing?” Nikki asked. “Watching a movie.” Sam answered. Sam appreciated Nikki trying to make small talk but this was all so embarrassing she just wanted it over and done with. The new diaper was unfolded and slipped underneath Sam’s bottom. When it was pulled up and taped closed a few moments later she breathed a sigh of relief. “There we go.” Nikki said as she balled up the used diaper. Sam hurried off the side of the table and pulled her clothes back on. She wasn’t sure what to do next. It seemed right to thank Nikki but at the same time thanking a person for changing your diaper was only a little less embarrassing than the change itself. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Becky said with a smile, “Tell the girls I’ll be ordering pizza for you all.” “I will.” Sam said as she looked at the door, “Thank you.” Before Nikki could say anything Sam practically ran from the room. The new diaper was so much thinner than the wet one she had just been wearing, moving was a lot easier. She hurried back upstairs and went back to the bedroom. “Geez, Sam.” Becky said as Sam closed the door behind her, “Where have you been?” “Just using the bathroom.” Sam said warily. “You went downstairs.” Caitlyn said. “Yeah, I…” Sam hesitated as the others looked at her quizzically. She stumbled over her words before deciding distraction might be her saving grace, “Oh, Becky’s mom said she’s ordering us pizza!” “No way!” Chloe exclaimed, “Your mom is so cool, Becky!” Sam’s objective was achieved. The girls stopped interrogating Sam on where she had been and instead started excitedly looking forwards to pizza. As the others were talking about favourite toppings Chloe went to her bag and started pulling some clothes out. “Oh yeah, we should get into our PJs.” Becky said, “It’s not a slumber party until we’re in our PJs!” The others agreed. Sam wasn’t sure if it was an in-joke between them or not but as the others started getting changed in front of each other she looked at her bag nervously. She had pajamas with her but getting into them was going to be impossible with the others right there. Not to mention how much harder it would be to hide a diaper under the much thinner material. “Come on, Sam.” Becky said encouragingly as she pulled on a pastel pink pajama top, “We should do it before dinner gets here.” Sam nervously fiddled with her shirt and bit her lip. Just after she thought she had got through the most embarrassing part of the evening another problem rose up in front of her. The other girls seemed to have little embarrassment about getting changed in front of each other though Sam guessed they did it fairly often in gym class. “What are you waiting for?” Caitlyn asked. She was already in her pajamas. A mostly light blue outfit with the logo of some teen heart throb boyband on the front. “I, erm… I just…” Sam walked over to her bag and slowly pulled out her sleepwear. “Come on!” Chloe said, “We’ve got more movies to watch, games to play and gossip to spread!” “I know…” Sam felt frozen. She was the centre of attention and really didn’t want to be. “Girls, don’t pressure her.” Becky said to the others. She turned to Sam and put a hand on her shoulder, “It’s OK. We’re all friends here.” “Remember what we did the first time Becky stayed over with us?” Caitlyn asked Chloe with a mischievous smirk. “Caitlyn, don’t-…” Becky started but it was already too late. Sam still had her back to the other girls. She didn’t see Caitlyn rush over, she didn’t have time to defend herself. Caitlyn grabbed the waistband of Sam’s pants and yanked down. Sam felt as if her brain had short-circuited. The only thought she could form was the memory of what had happened in elementary school. She tensed up and waited for the mocking laughter and the cruel jibes. There was silence. “I… I…” Caitlyn had backed away a few steps and had been left speechless just like everyone else. “That’s a… diaper?” Chloe sounded more interested than anything. Sam started sniffling. Tear were springing from her eyes unbidden. She had been certain this moment would come and now here it was. It was happening all over again. The friends she had made would abandon her as some sort of freak that they would be ashamed of knowing. She couldn’t move, her diaper was exposed and she felt like she couldn’t even bend down to pick her pants up. “Oh, Sam, don’t cry.” Becky said as she placed a hand on Sam’s back, “It’s OK.” “W-What?” Sam gasped out through her shame. She couldn’t understand what Becky was saying. “Yeah, it’s OK.” Chloe said as she stepped forwards, “My big brother had problems with bed wetting for a while too.” Sam had been prepared for a lot of different reactions but she absolutely hadn’t been ready to handle her friends being… supportive. This had to be some sort of trick or something. They were just trying to lull her into a false sense of security and then their insults would cut all the worse. “God, I’m sorry, Sam.” Caitlyn sounded deeply remorseful, “I had no idea. It was just something we did before and…” “How about we give Sam a little time to get dressed?” Becky suggested to her friends, “Come on. We’ll get the pizza and bring it up whilst Sam puts on hey pajamas.” “Good idea.” Caitlyn said. Sam kept waiting for the other shoe to drop but it just didn’t. The only possible explanation left was that the girls were actually OK with the diapers. It didn’t make any sense to her, she didn’t know how to react. Tears continued to fall down her cheeks and she still hadn’t moved. She’d barely dared to breathe. Could it be that these teenagers, barely more than young children themselves, actually liked her for who she was? Did they actually possess empathy? “We’ll be back in a bit.” Becky said quietly to Sam, “Don’t worry. We don’t think any differently of you.” The girls left the room and the door closed behind them. Almost as soon as Sam was left alone she dropped to her knees. The crinkling disposable between her legs pressed against the floor as she started sobbing. It was a confusing mess of emotions. She was embarrassed, of course, but there were happy tears in there as well. Tears borne from feeling good, of being accepted even with her shameful flaws. Sam covered her face. She had been so desperate to hide her diapers, she had never considered that the reaction to them could be anything other than overwhelmingly negative. The weight that lifted itself off her shoulders felt so incredibly liberating. After a minute or so trying to digest everything that had happened she pulled herself together and stood up. The girls would only be gone until the pizza arrived so she should probably get on with changing. She stripped down to her diaper, something that felt very strange in these unfamiliar surroundings, and pulled her creamy yellow PJ bottoms up her legs. She pulled her top on as well and took a deep breath. It was probably a good thing her friends had already discovered her crinkly secret since these pajamas weren’t going to do anything to hide what was underneath. The thin material bulged out around the front and back, when Sam twisted her body or raised her arms in the air the shirt lifted and showed the waistband of the diaper underneath. A minute later the doorbell went and Sam could only assume that was dinner arriving. She sat on the beanbag in the middle of the room quietly and wondered what the girls had been talking about now that they were out of earshot. Maybe they were changing their minds, maybe they were grabbing their phones and… “Stop.” Sam told herself. These lines of thought didn’t lead anywhere good. She was assuming the worst without reason. When Sam heard three pairs of legs hurrying upstairs excitedly she forced herself to clear her mind of negativity and wiped her eyes of any lingering tears. She was still getting herself ready when the door opened and Becky led the others in. “It smells so good!” Becky said excitedly. Chloe and Caitlyn followed her in and were carrying boxes containing the food. Sam was still on the beanbag when the boxes were placed on the floor and the girls gathered around. She felt shocked that no one was talking about the crinkly elephant in the room. They didn’t even seem to be looking at her strangely. “Tuck in.” Becky said as she opened the boxes, “Whilst we’re eating I’ll put on another film.” “Erm, can it be something less scary?” Sam asked. “Sure.” Becky replied, “Let’s see…” Sam took a slice of pepperoni pizza as Becky looked through her collection of movies. Eventually the girls settled on a silly comedy film. Abby hadn’t seen it before and, to be honest, she preferred older films that were made before the girls were born but she wasn’t going to complain. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/f550adbf-66c7-410e-a3e2-e60e59e9fc6d https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1546563 7
CDfm Posted October 25, 2024 Posted October 25, 2024 Oh I was so happy to see that the other girls didn’t ridicule Sam for being in a diaper. I guess That Becky having been recently diapered herself did help Sam out. I will be looking forward to seeing more. 1
Elfy Posted October 31, 2024 Author Posted October 31, 2024 The slumber party continues with the girls now knowing about Sam's secret and, despite being supportive, Sam is feeling extremely self-conscious. That's bad enough but surely things can't somehow get worse? --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- As it turned out there wasn’t a lot of attention paid to the movie regardless. Caitlyn started gossiping about some of the boys at school which had the girls giggling. Sam stayed on the beanbag the whole time. Even though it seemed like her friends genuinely didn’t care that she was wearing a diaper she felt like she couldn’t move and make it more obvious, she didn’t want to break the delicate balance that was currently happening. Her pajama pants didn’t leave a lot to the imagination, the stretched material basically didn’t cover the white diaper underneath. By the time the film was over the pizzas were all eaten and the girls were ready to do something different. Becky suggested they play some four-player video games. Sam didn’t have a lot of experience playing any games newer than the classics seen in arcades but was happy to try to learn. She took a controller and looked down at it, there were a lot more buttons than she was expecting. “Sam, do you mind if I sit on there?” Chloe asked as the game was loaded up, “It’s just my butt is hurting a bit from sitting on the floor.” “I… I guess…” Sam answered. Chloe quickly stood up and stretched but Sam was a lot slower. She was aware people were looking at her as she slowly stood up. Her face was red as her diapered crotched pushed out her PJs almost as if they were demanding attention from everyone else in the room. Sam looked down at the ground and just waited for the comments she was sure were coming her way. “Here we go.” Becky said as the title screen of the video game loaded, “Everyone ready?” Everyone turned back to the screen and nothing was said about the diaper. Sam was so not used to this she temporarily forgot she was supposed to sit down next to Becky on the floor. She just stood awkwardly in the way of the beanbag. “Come and sit down.” Becky said as she pat the floor next to her. Sam crinkled as she walked and it was pointless trying to ignore it. Everyone could hear her but no one said anything as she sat down next to Becky with her controller. Whilst Becky started to set up the multiplayer session Sam and the others waited in silence. That was, at least, until Caitlyn spoke up. “I have to ask about the diapers…” Caitlyn said. “Caitlyn!” Becky turned and looked at her warningly. “Hey, I’m not saying anything bad!” Caitlyn replied defensively. “It’s OK.” Sam said. Her heart was hammering, she didn’t really want to talk about them but it felt like until it was out in the open they would all be thinking about it. “Have you always needed them?” Caitlyn asked. Sam shook her head. “What happened?” Caitlyn continued with the curiosity of a child. Obviously Sam couldn’t tell the truth. That she had been out of diapers for a couple of decades before having to go back into them due to some weird brainwashing. She was at least armed with a fake story she had been ready to give since she met these friends. “A-About a year ago…” Sam stuttered nervously, “I started having some problems and my… mom said I should try these to help.” “That sucks.” Caitlyn nodded her head slowly and sympathetically, “So do you need them for… everything?” “No!” Sam quickly denied the suggestion as her eyes went wide, “I only wet them!” Sam realised what she had blurted out a moment after the words had left her lips and she cringed at herself for being so blunt. She looked away from Caitlyn and at the screen where the game seemed ready to start. “Alright, everyone pick your characters.” Becky said. Thankfully that ended the conversation about the diapers. The game appeared to be a first-person shooter where each of the selectable characters had different stats and powers. Sam didn’t know what she was doing so selected a character she thought looked cool. After a few moments of loading where Becky did her best to explain the controls to Sam the game started. It turned out to be a lot of fun. Sam took a few turns to get the hang of things but she was able to get a few kills. It was clear she was the worst of the players, her small hands struggled with the controller and in tense situations she tended to panic and just start mashing all the buttons but she was having a good time and when she did manage to get a kill it felt great. After a minute or so of their third game Sam’s bladder released into her diaper. She could’ve probably held it back for longer but it seemed pretty pointless. Everyone knew she used her diapers after all and it wasn’t like she could use the potty easily in this situation. Sam just continued playing and enjoying the warmth. “Ha! I got you!” Caitlyn, easily the most competitive of the four, exclaimed as she took down Chloe for what seemed like the eighth time in a row. They were having a lot of fun and Sam had at some point gone from a sitting position into laying down on her front. She knew the waistband of her diaper was probably peeking out but she was actually pretty comfortable with it. Everyone seemed cool with Sam’s underwear which made her feel really good. It felt like it had been a long time since she felt so confident, where she hadn’t been constantly worried about something going wrong. What didn’t feel great was Sam’s tummy suddenly rumbling just as they were starting another round. Sam ignored it, she was having too much fun to interrupt the game, it could wait the ten minutes or so until the round ended and she could excuse herself from the room. She wasn’t looking forward to it but Sam assumed she would have to go to the bathroom, pull her diaper off and then go down to Nikki for another diaper. Five minutes later there was another rumble but this was a lot more urgent. As the rumble passed it left a strong need to empty her bowels, Sam had barely a moment to register what was happening before her body started pushing without her say so. Her last thought before disaster was that she had totally overestimated her potty training. Sam felt a semi-soft lump of poop pushing out between her cheeks and into the diaper. She stared dead ahead in shock as her body pushed down, an involuntary grunt left her mouth as she pushed again. The controller dropped from her hands as she focused entirely on her bowels. Perhaps having a greasy pizza after a long time of eating healthily with Isabelle had done a number on her digestive system but her bowels wanted to empty everything and weren’t taking no for an answer. This was a disaster. She had got away with the wet diaper but this was a different thing entirely. “I got you again, Sam!” Caitlyn said excitedly. “We should team up to stop her.” Chloe replied with a giggle. Sam wasn’t paying any attention. Her face went red as she pushed again. She lifted her diaper area off the ground slightly to give her better leverage as she felt another rush of poop push out the back of the padding. She closed her eyes as she pushed down with her tummy muscles, it meant she didn’t see Becky looking over to her and then double-taking. She could feel her pants moving as a lump grew in the back of her disposable. In her mind Sam was sure her diaper was bulging out cartoonishly. It sure felt like that as she pushed and fully emptied herself. With a shudder she raised her rear end a little more until her knees were partially underneath her. She finally felt like she was done, it was a good thing too because she wasn’t sure how much her underwear could take. Sam opened her eyes and stared at the floor, she was breathing a little heavily from the effort she had expended. “Eww, who farted?” Caitlyn asked. Typically she hadn’t taken her eyes off the screen. “I don’t think that was a fart.” Becky replied. Her voice was flat with shock. Sam was mortified. Her face was radiating heat and she was already starting to sob again. She couldn’t believe she had just wrecked a diaper in front of her friends like this. She wanted to curl up into a tiny ball and hide. Sam could feel the gazes of her friends falling on her. The heavy weight on ass felt bigger and heavier as attention was brought to it. No one said anything as Sam remained rooted to the spot. She felt a pressure on the back of her diaper quite suddenly and as it moved a little she realised it was Becky’s hand. Tears fell out of her eyes and rolled down her cheek. She was so ashamed. “You pooped yourself.” Becky said flatly. Sam couldn’t get a reading on what Becky thought. The tone of sympathy that had been there when Sam’s diapers had first been seen was gone but there didn’t seem to be ay malice either. The hand poked Sam’s diaper a couple of times before withdrawing again. The room was silent except for Sam’s loud sobs. The group of friends had the empathy to accept a person who had accidents but a friend who filled their pants like this seemed like a different prospect altogether. Sam was just waiting to be told to get lost. She felt like she was letting everyone down, especially Isabelle who had believed in her more than she believed in herself. “I’m… I’m sorry!” Sam exclaimed through her sobs. “I’ll get your mom.” Chloe said as she suddenly stood up and hurried out of the room. “I’ll open a window…” Caitlyn said. From her nasally voice it sounded like she was pinching her nose closed. Sam brought her arms out in front of her and buried her face in shame. How many humiliations was she going to have to suffer? It always felt there were more to come no matter how many she endured. She didn’t know how long everyone sat in shock but she eventually heard footsteps rushing up the stairs. Sam welcomed it. Let Nikki see her like this and then let her get taken home where Isabelle would rebuild the crib she clearly belonged in. The door opened and Sam rubbed her eyes. She turned her head sideways to see Nikki looking in with more shock than the kids seemed to experience. Chloe was standing to Nikki’s side nervously playing with her fingers. “Sam… Y-You need a, erm… A change?” Nikki asked haltingly. Sam nodded her head and slowly got on to her hands and knees. The contents of her full diaper shifted and she felt the mass slip slimily over her skin as it settled into a new position. She pushed herself up to her feet and felt the poop get pressed between her body and the diaper. After swaying for a second she waddled towards Nikki. Sam went right past Nikki to the stairs. She heard the mother asking the others questions about what happened as Sam headed towards the living room where the changing bag was. She didn’t want to do the butt bumps down the stairs again so reached up and held on to the rails as she awkwardly tried to waddle down. It was hard work with her full diaper and tear-filled eyes. She had barely made it down three steps when she heard Nikki arrive behind her. She continued to struggle for another few seconds. “Do you want some help?” Nikki asked, “I don’t want you to fall.” Sam let out a whine. She didn’t want help, she wanted to do this herself but she was already struggling and she really didn’t want to fall. Her shoulders slumped as she turned and nodded her head. Nikki reached down towards her and Sam raised her arms almost instinctively. She was lifted off the stairs with ease, she felt the woman’s arm going under her butt as she was sat on her hip. The diaper was squished even more making Sam shudder as she leaned forwards and into Becky’s mom. “It’s alright, Sam.” Nikki sounded somewhat bemused that one of her older child’s friends would be in this situation, “We’ll get you sorted in no time.” Sam needed the reassurance. Like a baby, hearing a grown-up say it would be alright helped to calm her down. She wiped her eyes and sniffed loudly. As they reached the bottom of the stairs Sam looked back up and saw the three heads of her friends poking around the top of the bannister. When they saw Sam looking they pulled their heads away. Sam was carried into the living room where she saw Becky’s younger brother playing on the floor in a small playpen area. Sam was carried over to the table where the changing mat was still laid out and ready. Nikki carefully lowered Sam who looked away in shame. As Sam laid in her own mess the smell that she must’ve been trailing behind her finally caught up. She grimaced as she lightly sobbed. Nikki retrieved all the supplies needed for changing a dirty diaper and returned to Sam. “She’s poopy!” The baby next to the table said as he looked over. “She is, Ash.” Nikki replied. “Stinky!” Ash continued as he giggled. Sam wanted to tell the little boy to shut up but held her tongue. This was humiliating enough without the running commentary of the child making it worse. Nikki pulled the tapes away from the padding and slowly lowered the front to reveal the disaster within. The smell got much worse and Sam sobbed even harder. “I’m… s-sorry…” Sam said between gasping sobs. “It’s OK.” Nikki replied, “It’s just with your mommy had warned me that… Never mind.” “W-When you’re done could you call Is-… Mommy?” Sam asked as she felt the first cold wipe start cleaning away the terrible mess. “I can.” Nikki said. She was grimacing as she looked up at Sam’s face, “But why?” “So… So she c-can pick me up.” Sam sobbed. “You don’t want to stay?” Nikki asked. “The girls won’t want me here after… this.” Sam said despondently. “I disagree with that.” Nikki said as she pulled some more wipes out of the tub, “They were very concerned for you.” Sam didn’t say anything. She felt like such a burden. Here were a group of young girls trying to have a fun slumber party and then she came in ruining it for everyone with her useless body. There was no doubt that Sam WANTED to stay, she just didn’t think anyone else wanted a stinky big baby like her around. “How about when we’re done you go back up for a little bit and if you still want to leave I’ll call your mommy?” Isabelle suggested. Sam shrugged. She didn’t really want to face the others again, it seemed impossible that Nikki was telling the truth and these girls actually didn’t mind everything she had done. She remembered when she had been a child, if someone had done what she had they would’ve been mercilessly teased about it. They wouldn’t ever have been allowed to forget it. The cleaning continued in near-silence for several minutes. As Sam let Nikki do the work she listened to the occasional thump as Ash played with some building blocks. She gradually grew used to the smell, it was almost nostalgic for her, it reminded her of her days in the nursery. She was starting to wonder if trying to grow up and be an adult again wasn’t just a massive mistake. Perhaps she would’ve been better accepting she was just a useless baby now… “There we go.” Nikki said, “Not so bad, eh?” The used diaper was lifted away. Sam saw it folded into a ball, the previously white padding was very discoloured. The new diaper was slipped under Sam’s compliantly raised hips and was taped on in no time at all. She sat up with a sigh. “Can I ask you a question?” Nikki asked. “Sure.” Sam replied. “Why didn’t you go to use the toilet?” Nikki continued as she dropped the dirty diaper in a plastic bag and tied the top, “Your mom said you had a problem with staying dry but she never mentioned anything else.” “Oh, erm, well, I got a little distracted…” Sam flushed red, “We were playing games and I wanted to wait and…” “It’s alright.” Nikki said, “I remember when potty training Becky we had similar problems where she got too wrapped up in something. Why don’t you go back up? If you still want to leave in a little bit I’ll call your Mom and you can go.” “OK.” Sam replied with a deep breath. She pulled up her pyjama bottoms though she honestly didn’t know why she bothered at that point. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/8ed79c5e-b6a8-41e0-9b03-2e8ce46248dc https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1555684 9 1
CDfm Posted October 31, 2024 Posted October 31, 2024 Poor Sam. Things couldn’t have gone any worse for her. Especially after telling the other girls she didn’t have those kinds of accidents. To this point the other girls have been very supportive of her need of diapers. Having a poppy accident might well change that support. For Sam’s sake I sure hope they are understanding and continue their support of their new friend who needs and uses her diapers. Looking forward to seeing what happens next. 1
Elfy Posted November 7, 2024 Author Posted November 7, 2024 Sam goes back upstairs intent on not staying the night. Her friends, on the other hand, want to play a game. --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- This was not something Sam was looking forward to. After humiliating herself several times she was keen to leave, she certainly didn’t want to face her friends, well, former friends she assumed. As she climbed the stairs with her fresh diaper crinkling she kicked herself for not just visiting the bathroom like a normal person. As Sam approached the bedroom he could hear the voices of the other three inside. She pressed her ear to the door but it was too thick to make out anything that was being said. With a deep breath to steady her nerves Sam pushed on the door and let it slowly open. Immediately the voices stopped as everyone turned to face her. It was hardly a warm welcome. “Erm, I’m sorry.” Sam muttered as she walked inside, “I should just grab my stuff and go.” “Go?” Becky repeated. “Well, yeah, I…” Sam started. “Aw, don’t go!” Chloe said from the bed, “We were having so much fun!” “Yeah, we’ve still got so much time for games.” Caitlyn said, “You haven’t even seen the racing game we play yet!” Sam couldn’t understand the empathy of these girls. After everything she had subjected them to she was still being given more chances. She had just returned from getting her dirty butt cleaned up and these girls were already talking about the fun they were going to have for the rest of the evening and eating more pizza. They acted like Sam wasn’t just a big baby for the accidents she was having, it didn’t make any sense to her. Sam looked at her bag. She knew she could still go. If she just picked up her stuff and went downstairs Isabelle would come and pick her up. Back at home she would be away from possible embarrassment, she would be safe. On the other hand the whole point of Isabelle’s attempts to get her to grow up had been about pushing her boundaries. If she never tried or risked anything she would never get better. Besides, what more could she possibly do to embarrass herself after what had just happened? If these three girls would accept Sam comprehensively filling her diaper to the brim then it seemed they would accept anything. “Hey, Becky, do you remember when we were little and we used to play family?” Caitlyn said with a big smile. “Oh, yeah.” Becky laughed, “And we always made Chloe be the baby because she’s the smallest!” “I hated that game…” Chloe said though a rueful smile showed she had at least some positive memories of the experience. “Well you aren’t the smallest anymore.” Caitlyn said with a laugh, “Maybe we should play that old game again.” “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Becky said as she looked at Sam thoughtfully. Sam obviously didn’t not want to play this children’s game. She certainly didn’t want to be the baby in it either, that was something she had been desperately trying to get away from. She was glad that Becky, at least, wasn’t getting carried away by things. “Sam can decide.” Caitlyn said, “What do you think, Sam? You wouldn’t mind being our baby would you? You’re already nearly dressed for it!” “Caitlyn!” Becky railed against her friend’s lack of tact. “I… I don’t know if…” Sam stuttered. “Oh, B E H A V E, Sam.” Caitlyn waved a dismissive hand, “It’s just a bit of fun!” The effect was instant. Sam just had time for her eyes to widen in shock before an overwhelming need to do as she was told overtook her. She tried to resist but could feel her brain succumbing to the effects of the suggestions. She couldn’t hold it back forever, she needed to please the people in front of her. “OK.” Sam said as a smile spread across her face. “What?” Becky frowned, “You want to play the game?” Sam nodded her head quickly causing Caitlyn to clap in excitement. Chloe and Becky shared a look of surprise but Caitlyn was rapidly taking over. In the depths of Sam’s mind she was shouting at herself to stop going along with the girls but the trigger they had inadvertently used had put Sam’s free will in a box. She would do as she was told for the foreseeable future. “And you want to be the baby?” Chloe asked. “Uh huh.” Sam said. The girls all looked at each other. Sam was begging someone to suggest something else but when Becky simply shrugged she knew she was left without a choice. It looked like the girls would be reliving a game they played years ago with Sam facilitating it. “Becky, get some of your little brother’s stuff.” Caitlyn said quickly, “I bet at least SOME of it will fit our new baby girl!” “Really?” Becky muttered, “Sam? Is that OK?” “Yeah!” Sam was forced to say with enthusiasm. “Alright then…” Becky shook her head a little and then walked out of the room. “This is a bit weird.” Chloe said, “I mean just because Sam is wearing… Well, you know, it doesn’t mean she’s a baby.” “We’re just playing.” Caitlyn said, “Don’t you remember what we used to do? Dress you up in your little sister’s things, play with you and everything else. We even made those makeshift diapers with towels!” Caitlyn burst into laughter as she remembered their old games. A couple of minutes later Becky came back dragging a large box behind her. Despite her initial unease at playing this game with Sam she seemed to be warming to the idea. She was smiling widely as she closed the door behind her. “Hopefully mom doesn’t shout at us for borrowing this stuff.” Becky said as she pulled the box into the centre of the room. “Oh this is great!” Caitlyn said as she hurried over and started looking through the stuff Becky had collected. As the other three started to sort through the box Sam stood back and watched. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine, every item in the box was a reminder of her recent past, things she was trying to move past and forget. Pacifiers, bottles, baby clothes and toys tipped on to the floor as Becky upended the box. “Alright, well, first we need to dress her.” Caitlyn said as she started getting all the clothes into a pile, “It’s a shame your brother is a boy. Ooh, wait a minute... THIS doesn’t look like it belongs to Ash.” “Oh, I had no idea Mom still had this…” Becky said as she reached deep into the box and pulled out some pink clothing. “What is it?” Chloe asked. Sam was still stood a little back from everyone else so she was the last to see what was being held up. As the pink clothing unfolded she saw that it was clearly a onesie, one that wouldn’t fit any of the other girls there. It looked like the colours were a little faded and it was a bit dusty but the image on the front of a princess riding a unicorn over a rainbow still stood out as if it was brand new. “It’s the onesie I used to wear when I was little…” Becky said. She looked a little embarrassed, “I remember it being my favourite. Mom has loads of photos of me wearing it.” “Well, I think it would be perfect for our baby!” Caitlyn said as she took it from Becky and walked towards Sam, “What do you think, Sam?” “I think it would look great!” Sam’s outward enthusiasm was very different to the dread she felt inside. “Hold on…” Cloe was still looking into the box and she lifted something else out. The girls all turned to see a diaper that was bigger than any baby one but not quite adult-sized. It had a relatively grown-up design on it compared to the ones Ash and Sam wore. Becky’s face seemed to drain of colour when she saw it. Remembering the conversation between Nikki and Isabelle Sam could guess that was one of the diapers Becky wore during her apparently recent bed wetting troubles. “What’s that?” Caitlyn asked as she looked at Becky. Becky seemed at a loss for words. Despite being so accepting of Sam she was clearly worried about admitting that she had recently needed diapers as well. With all eyes on her she was stuttering, Sam could see she desperately didn’t want to have to reveal what was clearly an embarrassing secret for her. Becky had been so good to Sam, she had to try and spare the poor girl’s blushes. With only a momentary hesitation Sam reached down and pulled on her pyjama bottoms. They slipped down over the smooth plastic of the diaper and then dropped around her ankles. She felt very exposed as she looked up at the others. She had to get into the role of she was supposed to be excited to play. “Dress me!” Sam said loudly. The exclamation was enough to get all eyes to turn back to Sam. She bit her lip and tried to keep her smile on her face as she saw her friend’s eyes widen I shock. “Alright!” Caitlyn said as a pick smile crossed her face, “See? I told you guys Sam wants to play.” Sam saw Becky take the diaper from a distracted Chloe and she shoved it back into the box. Sam swallowed nervously as she was approached with the onesie. She pulled her top off and felt grateful, for once, that her small size meant that her chest had never developed. It certainly didn’t give away her real age. “Do you mind us dressing you?” Becky asked as she looked at her old pink onesie in Caitlyn’s hands. “Go ahead.” Sam said out loud. Internally she was screaming the opposite. “Huh.” Becky grunted. She was looking down to Sam’s waist with her head tilted. “What?” Caitlyn asked as she tried to work out which way the onesie was supposed to go. “Oh, it’s just Sam wears the same diapers as Ash.” Becky said, “I mean, they’re a bit bigger but they’re the same brand.” “See?” Caitlyn replied, “She’s perfect to play baby… Hey, Chloe, do you want to get one of Ash’s diapers too? You can be a baby too if you want.” “Shut up!” Chloe stuck her tongue out at her friend. It was pretty clear she had no interest in reprising her old role and Sam couldn’t blame her. Sam’s arms lifted compliantly when she was asked to do so. Her body was bypassing her brain to listen to the instructions of others. She felt mortified to be standing in front of her friends like this but every time they asked if she wanted to continue she was helpless but to say yes. As the other three laughed and had a good time she felt like she had become the butt of their jokes. The thin material of the onesie was pulled over her head and down her body. It immediately took her back to her time with Jess and her early days with Isabelle. The feeling was so familiar to her it was as if no time at all had passed. The girls were giggling as they knelt between Sam’s legs and sloppily pressed the front and rear flaps together. “Oh my god! She looks SO adorable!” Caitlyn gushed. The onesie was pulled taught a little because Sam was a bit bigger than Becky had been when she wore it but the poppers held the onesie in place and encased the diaper underneath. The giggling girls stepped back to look at her and Sam, unable to tell them she didn’t want this, was forced to smile along with them as if this wasn’t tremendously embarrassing. She could only hope that none of them would tell anyone at school what was happening here. “Babies shouldn’t stand.” Caitlyn said with a giggle. Sam immediately dropped on to her hands and knees causing yet more giggles. As the girls encouraged her she crawled around the room, her large padded rear end swaying behind her and crinkling with each movement. “Alright, Chloe you should feed her!” Caitlyn said as she held up the bottle. Chloe took the bottle and sat down with her back against the bed frame. When she patted her lap Sam crawled over. It seemed like any misgivings the girls had about playing this game had disappeared as Sam appeared to them to be having a great time. Internally, Sam was feeling horrified. She had no control of the situation and felt that the girls were making fun of her. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/8cb1dfb1-8c60-4c2d-b07a-e5c869b81a2e https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1570243 3 3
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