Published: July 10th 2020, 2:00:03 pm
It had been a long time since Valerie had felt shorter than Summer; she had been, all of her life, but after that summer, all those years ago, physical size hadn't seemed to matter as much. Now, however, as she scrambled to her feet, the bulky diaper around her waist throwing off her balance, her hand aching from all the lines she'd been writing the whole morning, and now into the afternoon, there was no mistaking that she was the little sister, in all senses of the word... And, honestly, she felt like the difference was bigger than ever.
"Wow," Summer sniffed the air. "Are you actually still clean? It's been more than a couple hours... I'm impressed."
Val blushed, hiding her face in her hands, reliving the memory of being woken up by Nanny, of being asked, "How did you possibly fill your diapers this much, after how much you used them before I put you to bed? Surely you knew you had to go more... Why didn't you say something, you silly girl?" before getting marched out, forced to sit in her high chair and eat breakfast in front of her family before her change, while she squirmed and blushed in her yucky, mushy diaper.
"It's okay," Summer grabbed her hands gently, pulling them away from her, making the younger girl look her in the eye. "That's what babies like you do, Val... There's no need to be embarrassed."
"I'm not a baby!" Valerie insisted, crossing her arms. "I'm...!" Her protest was frozen by her sister sliding a hand between the layers of her diaper, giving the inner-most one a squeeze. "Y-You're wet, too," she mumbled limply.
"Yeah, but I've been in diapers for ten years," Summer reminded her. "You've been wearing them for, what, a week? If that?" She chuckled as Valerie whined, trying in vain to tug her shirt down far enough to hide her diaper. "Fun as this is, I doubt it's why you called me in here... What do you want, soggy-pants?"
Val blushed at the infantile - but accurate, she had to admit - nickname, hoping it didn't stick. The whole day, as long as it had sounded like the 'grown-ups' were in other parts of the house, she'd been gently calling out for Summer, in case she was playing in Valerie's room. It had started to feel like a pointless task... Until now. "Umm... I-I have a favor to ask."
"A favor?" Summer raised an eyebrow. "Finding your dumb little ring wasn't enough of a favor?"
"N-No," Valerie shook her head. It was partially about that, though. "If it didn't get packed or thrown away yesterday, I need you to bring me my phone charger from my desk."
Summer grinned. "Oh, do you? Now, what use would you have for that, unless you had your phone here somewhere? Do you think that's something a baby should be playing with?"
Val whimpered, wondering if this had been a mistake. Nanny had stuck with her every moment she'd been out of the nursery that room, so there had been no time for her to slip into her own room and do it herself... And she was terrified of what would happen if she was caught away from her task before it was finished. Summer was really her only hope... If she wasn't about to betray her. "Summer, please," she sniffed. "It's all I have..."
"Don't cry," Summer sighed. "I might be able to help... But, since this is a whole new favor, I need a whole new payment."
Valerie had been expecting this, although she'd hoped Summer would take pity on her. She still did; who knew what she wanted? "Please don't make me go on the horse again," she begged.
"Aww, didn't you have fun?" Summer mocked, laughing as she watched Val's cheeks turn red. It was true, Valerie had never experienced anything quite like that before, and it was impossible to say it hadn't felt good, despite how utterly humiliating it was... Nanny would be punishing her for the next year, at least, if she caught her on there not even a full 24 hours after the first time, however. "That's okay, Val, you don't have to... Not that part, anyway."
Val was confused for a second, then squeaked, "No! Summer, please... I-I don't even think I can right now, after yesterday..."
"Give it your best shot," Summer smirked. "I believe in you."
Valerie sighed, knowing it was unlikely her breakfast could have digested that quickly, but, for the sake of showing she was doing her best to hold up her end of the bargain, she squatted down, blushingly giving a push, grunting out loud to demonstrate what she was doing...
"N-No way!" she gasped, feeling a rush of squishy mess begin to creep out into her diaper, seemingly from out of nowhere. Frantically, she fought to stop it, only to find it was too late... Nanny was going to find her in a dirty diaper yet again. Hopefully, it would be worth it to be able to use her phone again... Right now, however, in the midst of pooping her pants, she wasn't certain.
"There you go!" Summer exclaimed, reaching down, giving the growing lump in her step-sister's diaper a pat, giggling as she felt the mass squelch around her formerly damp, but clean, bottom, watching the girl blush and squirm, taking that as incentive to push harder, squishing it around. "I knew you could do it! Just keep working at it... I'll go get you your charger, sweetie."
She marched out, beaming, leaving Valerie behind, the rear of her diaper continuing to swell and droop. This was crazy... She knew she'd been forced by her pacifier to eat some oatmeal the night before, but there was no way she should have to go this much again... And yet, her tummy just kept pushing, and her diaper kept growing.
Thankfully, she finished before Summer returned, although she wasn't certain what to do with herself. Sitting wasn't an option, obviously, and even starting to stand made her blush, feeling the mass shift. She wound up staying squatted down, anxiously awaiting her step-sister, hoping she wasn't going to betray her and bring Nanny along. Nanny was going to find out eventually, and not be pleased... It would really suck if that happened, and Valerie didn't even get her phone out of it.
Finally, she heard the door open again, eyes darting upwards to see Summer, all by herself, the desired cargo in hand. "C-Can I have it now?" Val sniffed, reaching out for the charger. "I-I did what you wanted..."
Summer grinned, spinning the girl around, giving the drooping seat of her diaper a hard pat. "You certainly did! Where did all that come from?"
Valerie whimpered and blushed, looking embarrassed and uncertain, and not at all like she had any idea what the answer to that was. When Summer let her go, and she stumbled forward, she stared up at the girl, and couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was wrong... Was she crazy? Was Summer taller than usual? She looked at her feet, but she was wearing booties, as usual, not any shoes with heels, or platforms...
"You've definitely earned this," Summer giggled, handing over the charger with another pat to her bulging diaper. "Now, sit yourself down and get back to work, or Nanny will be even more upset at you." Valerie gulped, nodded, starting to gingerly lie down on her tummy. "I said sit, didn't I?" Summer asked her sternly.
Val huffed, wanting very badly to stomp her foot and throw a tantrum, but didn't dare, not when Nanny might overhear and burst in to see what was going on. "Come on, Summer!" she whined, pouting and bouncing in place, wrinkling her nose as even that made the contents of her diaper shift around her bottom. The girl didn't budge, however.
"Just give it!" Valerie snatched at the charger, Summer easily keeping it out of her reach, and giving her a reminder of who the big sister was with one more firm swat to the smaller girl's padded rear.
"I will take you over my knee, Val," Summer threatened.
"Nuh-uh!" Valerie shook her head. "If Nanny caught you..."
"What would she do?" Summer asked. "I'd tell her I caught you on the horsie again. Who do you think she'll believe?"
Not that long ago, the answer would have been obvious; now, Valerie wasn't sure. In Nanny's eyes, Summer had always been a big baby... Now, compared to Val, she was probably looking pretty grown-up, relatively speaking... Maybe the woman would take her side, but Val wasn't confident enough in that to risk it.
"Fine!" she sighed, wincing, bracing herself as she lowered herself down onto the floor, the warm mush spreading further throughout her diaper as her weight pushed down on it. Thankfully, Summer was satisfied with that, handing over the charger and heading out with a satisfied grin.
Valerie watched Summer saunter away, then immediately scrambled to her feet, terrified the girl was going to double-cross her and go fetch Nanny. She stashed the charger under the crib's pillow, with her dead phone, then raced back to her lines, scrawling out a couple more before realizing nothing was going to happen.
Once she was confident she was safe, she went to the crib again, plugging in the charger. Her phone wouldn't start back up right away, but that was okay; she needed to finish writing anyway. By the time she was done, her hands were aching, and Nanny had already come in, found her messy for the third time in less than a day, and told her, "You must be doing this on purpose. Honestly, Valerie..."
To Val's surprise, her potty training privileges still didn't get revoked. It was strange of Nanny not to follow through like that, to keep dangling the punishment over her head, although she was hardly going to complain about it. It was just so unlike her usual style of discipline... Almost as if she wasn't completely herself.
Her phone was almost up to a hundred percent before she was done with her lines, and could just curl up in the crib and relax. She didn't even bother to open Instagram, didn't want to see the pictures from prom night, especially those from Anita. She'd already seen more than enough of her... And she had more important things to do.
While she'd been tossing and turning the night before, waiting to be able to finally fall asleep in her messy, increasingly soggy, diaper, and again during her line-writing that day, she'd been trying to remember something she'd heard, something that might explain all of this. She still suspected Anita was behind it all, somehow, considering what had happened with her phone, but, since the ring was dead, there was nothing she could do about that...
There was, on the other hand, a saying. She couldn't recall it exactly, although she knew it had to do with magic, so, of course, she'd disregarded it. Magic wasn't real, after all.... She was intelligent enough to know that, to have been convinced, by the time she came across the words, that her experiences as a child had been exaggerations, at best, of something much more reasonable, even if she didn't know what, or maybe just dreams.
Now, however, she wasn't so sure anymore, and that phrase had been haunting her as she tried to remember how it went. It took a little while, since she didn't know quite what to search for, but, with a little luck, she stumbled across it again.
'Ever mind the Rule Of Three,' the page read, 'Three times your acts return to thee. This lesson well, thou must learn: Thou only gets what thee dost earn.'
Valerie gulped, reading the words over, and over, trying to convince herself it didn't apply to her, somehow. But she knew now she'd used that ring, had used magic... And now, she was finding herself in the same situation as her victim. Was this all her fault? Was all of this some grand cosmic balancing of scales, giving her what she'd 'earned' all those years ago?
The more she looked at it, the more she knew that must be the case... And the more she hoped that it was only going to make things three times worse for her than she had for Summer... And not three times longer.
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"Here you are," Nanny told her, letting go of Valerie's hand. "You're going to behave yourself for once, aren't you?"
Val gulped and nodded, blushing as she heard her diaper crinkling beneath her shorts. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she agreed.
Nanny nodded back, but didn't sound convinced; honestly, Val could hardly blame her. "We'll see," she said. "Here you are," she told the secretary, sitting behind the desk. "I'll leave her in your hands now."
Valerie blushed, realizing she remembered the secretary from when she'd gone to elementary school the first time, hardly able to believe she was back here again. "H-Hi," she waved bashfully, hoping the woman didn't recognize her.
"Hello, Valerie," she beamed. "I knew that was your name I saw on the forms! You've barely grown at all, have you?"
"Yes, I have!" Val whined, stomping her foot childishly, trying to hold onto whatever vestiges of her adult life she could.
The secretary chuckled. "Sorry, I was just joking... Now, we'd better get you to class."
Class... Valerie groaned. She hadn't been told anything... "Wh-Who's my teacher?" she asked nervously. "N-Not Mrs. Dennis again, is it?" She'd been nice, but it would be too much, getting sent back to elementary school, and landing back with the same teacher she'd had as a child. Then again, she'd always heard that Mr. White was mean and scary, so she didn't want him, either. It had been elementary schoolers who had started those rumors, so their definitions of what those words meant probably weren't entirely accurate... She didn't want to find out, however.
"No, it's not her," the woman shook her head, standing up and stepping out from behind her desk, taking Valerie's hand. "Now, dear, I don't want you to be upset...."
"Upset about what?" Val sighed, already imagining the worst.
"Well, the nurse from your old school sent your records over," the secretary explained.
"I know, I know," Valerie blushed, tugging at her shirt. "I hafta go to the nurse for changes..." She hated how used to that she was now, but it was better to get it out of the way, rather than having it explained to her like she was a little kid, like she belonged here.
"That's true," the woman agreed, "although I'm sure the classroom assistant will take you." Of course they would... She was in elementary school now. She wasn't allowed to go wandering the halls on her own anymore. "That isn't quite what I meant..."
Valerie frowned as she was led past the big staircase, leading up to the second floor of the building. Had things changed that much since she'd gone here? She could clearly remember her first year here, in kindergarten, watching the 'big kids' go up those stairs to their classrooms, dreaming of the day when she'd be big enough for that... The first floor was all of the special classrooms, the ones for music, and art, and all that, along with the gym, and the kindergarten classrooms...
So why weren't they going upstairs?! Val's stomach churned the further she was taken from them, trying to convince herself they must have switched things up...
"Your file had some rather troubling things to say about your... Well, your potty training, dear," the woman looked a bit embarrassed for Valerie's sake. "And I'm afraid we have a rule here about that..."
Valerie's eyes were already widening, her mind putting together the pieces, before the secretary opened the door, and the girl saw inside her new classroom. There were brightly colored posters adorning the walls, telling its occupants about the numbers, and letters, decorated with cartoon characters that seemed too immature for even elementary schoolers...
Which, of course, made sense, because Val wasn't even one of those now. She was a kindergartener, barely a step above being stuck in daycare, being forced to learn the very basics... And, based on how things had gone in her other schools, not able to get those right when asked, no matter how hard she tried.
"Nooo!" she wailed, hiding behind the secretary, feeling the eyes of her new classmates on her. "I-I don't belong here!"
"Of course you do, sweetie," a young woman, barely any older than Val, said, approaching carefully. "We're all going to be best friends here... My name is Miss Clara! I'm the assistant, which means I'm here to help you with whatever you need! What's your name, sweetie?"
Valerie clutched at the secretary's shirt, whimpering, heart thumping loudly in her chest... Until, finally, she gave in. What did it matter? She'd earned this for herself, after all... There was no escaping it. "V-Valerie," she said quietly, stepping around the taller woman.
"It's very nice to meet you," Miss Clara beamed. "Why don't you come sit over here, and meet your new friends?"
It was, of course, humiliating, having to introduce herself to a bunch of toddlers, like she was their equal, sitting beside them as they gathered around the teacher for a story. In some ways, she knew she was so much bigger, and smarter than them... But she was pretty sure she was still the only person in her class that was wearing a diaper.
That was emphasized when, after the story, the teacher declared it was bathroom time, all of the kids immediately lining up. Valerie had forgotten what this was like, that, instead of being excused from class for this, everyone went together... And, after what had happened to her when she tried to go to the bathroom at her other schools, she didn't like it one bit.
"Valerie, sweetie," Miss Clara told her, kneeling down, "I'm sorry, I should have explained. When it's time for the bathroom, we all line up, okay? See, like all your friends are doing? We can't go until everyone is in place, so I need you to join in, all right?"
"B-But..." Val blushed, staring up at the assistant nervously. She did know about her diapers... Didn't she? "I-I.... Umm... I-I'm...."
"That's okay," Miss Clara thankfully cut her off before she had to confess. "You can still give it a try, though! You have some potty training, don't you?"
Valerie nodded quickly, wanting to tell her she had lots of it, although she knew she wouldn't be able to prove it.
"Wonderful!" Miss Clara replied. "You can do your best, then! It's one of those things you're going to have to learn before you can move upstairs. Can you do that for me?"
Valerie didn't really have a choice, the girl taking her hand and leading her over to the end of the line before she could respond, all of the kids getting marched down the hall. Just like in middle school, Val had walked right past the bathrooms on her way here, and hadn't seen them, which made her all the more certain things weren't going to go well for her, no matter how empty her tummy felt.
"C-Can't I wait outside?" she begged Miss Clara, who took her hand, stepping into the bathroom with her... And, sure enough, Valerie felt her hand clench tighter around the assistant's, her legs bending as she started to helplessly use her diaper, right there in the middle of the bathroom, the other little girls giggling before Miss Clara could fix them with a harsh glare that sent them scrambling to the toilets, or sinks.
"It's okay," Miss Clara gave Val a hug, although that did nothing to make Val feel any less tiny and infantile... She squirmed, that first word seeming especially true as she stared up at the assistant, eyes shining with tears. She'd just met her... She must have misjudged how tall she was, because it definitely felt like she was now a little bigger in comparison to Val... But that was silly; Valerie was just upset, and embarrassed. "We'll try again later, all right? And once everyone else is done, I'll take you to the nurse..."