Published: October 18th 2020, 2:00:04 pm
"Well," Kassidy grinned, an idea suddenly coming to her, "obviously, the last time I wore a diaper was getting into this costume, like twenty minutes ago, so..." She shrugged smugly. "Guess you'll just have to make me that age."
Susie raised an eyebrow, and, for a moment, Kassidy felt a little doubt creeping into her mind, worried that the other girl would take that as not choosing, and she'd end up stuck like this, as a tiny, Pampered toddler. Thankfully, after a long second of silence, Susie sighed, and Kassidy felt herself growing again, getting taller. "Have it your way," Susie told her.
"I will," Kassidy gloated, even though she could still feel her body stretching, expanding. "Maybe you should have thought about that before you..."
She paused, frowned, realized everything had stopped, leaving her stuck, still an inch or two shorter than Susie, which made her the shortest person in the room once more. Looking down, it was plain to see her chest was still flat beneath the infantile dress, her body not much different than it had been before her last transformation.
"Hey!" she glared up at Susie, stomping her foot. "This isn't what I said! I wasn't a kid twenty minutes ago, was I?!"
"Aww, Kassi," Susie teased, reaching down to pinch the older girl's cheeks, "you still aren't! I know it can feel that way sometimes, but don't let it discourage you..."
Kassidy felt a shock run through her as Susie's skin touched hers, and, suddenly, something was wrong. Her brain was filling with memories, ones that she was certain weren't real, although, as the moments ticked by, it was harder and harder to distinguish them from the ones that were.
There she was, arguing with her mother about how she was in high school now, how she wasn't going to put up with wearing diapers every day anymore... Struggling through classes, having to run to the nurse to try to keep anyone from noticing her accidents... Being told that she'd made the cheerleading squad, and being so excited that she had a full-on accident, soaking her shorts, leaving her standing there in front of them in the middle of a huge puddle, mortified...
They'd made fun of her for the rest of her time at high school; at least she hadn't had to make up excuses for why she couldn't go to sleepovers anymore, since all her new cheerleading friends didn't ask her, assumed she must still be a bedwetter, considering she was still wearing diapers under her bloomers. And, to make matters worse, she'd never hit that last growth spurt, was such a late bloomer that it still hadn't happened. Even in her senior year, most of the freshmen were taller, and more developed, than her, and she always dreaded the showers, being reminded of exactly how far behind she was, praying she could stay in there long enough for the rest of the girls to clear out so she could put her diaper back on in privacy...
She'd almost not bothered to try out in college, knowing she'd really be no match for pretty much anyone else who tried out. To her surprise, she made it. It sometimes felt like a joke, like she might as well not even be out there, since, no matter how much she stuffed her bras, all the eyes were on the bigger, more buxom, girls, which, luckily meant less attention on her during kicks and jumps where it was possible the audience could have caught a glimpse of plastic beneath her skirt.
She hadn't peed her pants as an introduction this time around, though, and she had more experience being careful... And she could always rush off after practice, say she was going to shower in the dorm instead. There had been quite a few close calls, especially her first year, but she must have been doing something right, because the rest of the squad not only didn't say anything, they voted her head cheerleader.
It had been great, getting to be in charge for once. It might not have always felt like it, thanks to her smaller size, and the constant, crinkly companion under her pants, but the team listened to her, let her find the best part in any routine for herself, to keep her secret hidden.
When Shelly had first shown the costume off, Kassidy's stomach had lurched hard, her cheeks burning so hard she had to look down at her phone for a moment to keep it from being obvious. Everyone else thought it was such a good idea, making their potential recruits wear that... Kassidy could have over-ruled them, but then everyone would have wondered why, might have looked at her a little too closely...
Besides, she'd told herself, it might be nice to see other people going through all this, especially once the other suggestions started coming in. The bottle, especially, seemed cruel, but after two-thirds of these girls had ended up filling their diapers, there was no way the rest of her squad would react as badly if worst came to worst, and they somehow caught her in one of her soggy ones.
It had been Shelly, again, who had suggested Kassidy wear the costume as well. "I'm just worried it's going to be seen as hazing," she'd reasoned. "But if you're in it, too, they can't really say that, can they?"
"B-But why me?!" Kassidy had whined, squirming, feeling the nervous wet spot in the diaper she was already wearing grow.
"You're the head cheerleader," Shelly had explained. "If it was anyone else, you could have made them do it... But nobody makes you do anything."
It made sense, Kassidy supposed, and so she'd been very careful to watch her liquid intake that day, terrified she'd have a genuine accident during the party if she didn't, absolutely hating that the squad had somehow picked the diapers she normally wore to complete the costume. She'd managed to convince herself it was only a coincidence...
Until she walked into the party, and realized she was the only one in the costume. The recruits were all there, wearing normal costumes, giggling as they saw her, patting her on the head, commenting on how adorable she was...
She'd gone to Shelly, of course, to ask what the idea was, why they'd backed out of the idea at the last minute and hadn't told her. Despite her size, and her outfit, she'd been head cheerleader long enough that she was more angry than scared..
"Wow," Shelly had marveled. "You really are stupid, aren't you? Do you not get it? No wonder you still aren't potty trained." She knelt down in front of Kassidy, grinning. "We know, dummy. We've always known about your silly little padded bras, and your accidents, and everything... Do you actually think we'd ever seriously make someone like you the head cheerleader? This party isn't for the new girls... It never was. It's all for you. All those fun ideas you okayed? You're the one who gets to experience them. And who better to put in charge than the recruit you were the harshest with?"
"W-Wait..." Kassidy could remember herself gulping, stumbling back, looking around the room for a way to escape. "Y-You Carrie-d me?"
Shelly had answered the question by grabbing her Sharpie, stepping forward to write on Kassidy's diaper...
"B-But that's not how it happened!" Kassidy shook her head, blushing as she looked around. She was positive when she'd come in, she'd seen other people in this costume, knew that had happened last year, not this year...
However, she now saw nobody else in a diaper at all, and, other than Susie, everything was the same as the party she remembered... Or were those actual memories after all? Now, with these new ones stacked on top, it was hard to sort out what had happened when, what was real and what wasn't... All she knew, for sure, was that she definitely didn't need these diapers she'd been tricked into, and that she should be tall, and stunningly gorgeous, not this tiny, flat-chested dweeb.
"I can't imagine what you're talking about," Susie winked.
"Y-You weren't here yet," Kassidy whined. "Y-You didn't start school here until this year... But this is..."
"Enough of this babbling," Susie declared, speaking louder, to the rest of the room. "That first game was a lot of fun, but it doesn't stop there!" She took Kassidy's hand, leading her over to the table with the three bottles. "You must be very thirsty after all that crying you did, sweetie... Why don't you pick yourself out a nice bottle of milk?"
She could remember talking to the other cheerleaders, planning this out, giggling with them, feeling her own diaper warming if she laughed too much... She knew they'd agreed on keeping the middle bottle pure, to keep track; was that all for show? Had they let her in on that so they could switch it up on her now?
She nibbled on her bottom lip, tugging at the hem of her dress, looking around at her squadmates, trying to get some kind of hint, some indication of what she should do, but they all just looked eager, waiting to see what she'd do. "A-At least one of these is safe, right?" she asked, stalling.
"They're all safe," Shelly told her. "We're not trying to hurt you, Kassi... Just humiliate you."
That didn't really answer her question, but she was surrounded, and far too small to try to fight her way out... Deciding to trust her memory, she picked up the bottle in the middle, lifting it to her lips, pausing to see the reaction. She whimpered, catching the start of devilish grins forming on the faces of a few of the cheerleaders, and, quickly, she attempted to put it back down on the table.
"No, no," Susie stopped her, wrapping her own hand around the bottle, pushing it upwards again, forcing Kassidy's arm towards her mouth, the nipple gleaming ominously, a drop of milk already forming at the hole. "You made your choice... Now drink it up, or you'll have to finish all three of these."
"This isn't fair!" Kassidy sniffled. "I-I changed my mind!"
Susie took the opportunity to shoved the bottle into Kassidy's open, protesting mouth, and, almost instantly, it was filled with warm milk. Kassidy wasn't a fan of milk to begin with - her parents teased that was the reason she'd done so little growing - and, if she was going to drink it, she'd prefer it cold. It was hard to tell how much of the unappealing taste was from her general disliking of it, and how much could be coming from something added to it.
Susie kept her hand on the bottle, preventing her from pulling away, leaving her gulping down more and more, until she could feel the worst happen - or, rather, what she thought would be the worst, before she'd actually arrived here at the party.
"Oh, my God!" she heard one of the recruits giggle. "Look! She's actually peeing herself!"
"I knew it!" one of her cheerleaders bragged. "I told you she really needed those diapers!"
Susie groaned, both because she couldn't defend herself with the bottle and her mouth, and because she didn't know if she could, wasn't certain what was true anymore... And the growing warmth in her diaper that refused to stop definitely made it feel like her bladder wasn't as strong as it should have been.
When it was finally over, and Susie had set the bottle down on the table, Kassidy scanned the room again, still unsure if she'd made the right choice... Until Shelly picked up the bottle on the right, unscrewing the cap, and taking a swig. "Mmm," she mocked. "It does a body good... Except yours. You know all about the laxative we put into that, don't you? But we also added some stool softener, too, to that bottle, to make it a bit easier on you... And harder for you to control, once it all kicks in."
Kassidy's eyes filled with tears, her head shaking, already positive she could feel her stomach cramping, even though, before Shelly had said anything, there had been nothing, other than some nervous butterflies. "Th-This isn't fair..."
"Aww, poor thing," Susie smiled down at her. "Don't worry... There's only one more game left."
Kassidy knew what it was, that it was the worst of all, although whether she knew that because she'd helped plan it, or had seen it last year, and knew it was the one that had gotten her in trouble with the dean, she wasn't sure. "Pl-Please, not that..."
But one of the other cheerleaders had shown up beside Susie with a cheery, orange, plastic bucket in the shape of a jack-o-lantern. "Every little kids love trick-or-treating!" Susie gushed. "And you didn't get any refreshments for the party, did you? It's only right that, as the head cheerleader, you should go out and get some..."
That was meant to be the duty of the recruits, to provide snacks for the cheerleaders... And, with all of them, it wouldn't have been nearly as embarrassing - in Kassidy's mind, anyway - at least until some of them really started to feel the laxatives... It might be easier for her to fill the bucket, as the only person doing this, but her 'costume' was going to be harder to explain without a throng of other people dressed the same... And with the damp spot on the padding.
"N-No!" she pouted. "I-I won't!"
But that wasn't an option; they'd known some of the girls might grow a backbone at the thought of having to go around the campus and beg for candy, so they'd come up with a failsafe, one Kassidy saw approaching. It was plastic, too, like her bucket, and orange, though a much lighter shade, almost see-through, and had the same triangle eyes and nose, and jagged mouth. It was designed to go over her diaper, however, and lock into place, with the threat that it would only be removed in exchange for a full bucket of candy.
It didn't sound like she was going to have much of a choice, like she was likely to get enough warning to make it to the bathroom on campus, or, if she tried going into town to avoid her classmates, begging to be allowed inside, before she had an accident, but she still didn't particularly want to be put into locking plastic panties, trapped in her diaper... She also didn't want to go along with this, though, to play their game, even if she'd helped come up with it.
"It's up to you," Susie told her, seeing the fear in her eyes. "You don't have to wear them, if you behave... But, you're going to be trick-or-treating, no matter what. So, what are you going to?"
Will Kassidy...
Take the bucket, and agree to go trick-or-treating without fuss?
Or protest, and risk the plastic pants?
Will Kassidy get her candy by...
Trick-or-treating around campus?
Going off-campus to try to avoid letting her other friends see her?
Or heading to a store and buying it?
And, finally, the most important question of all...
Trick?
Or treat?