Published: March 14th 2021, 2:00:02 pm
Janet's head swam as she squirmed in place, feeling the soggy diapers between her thighs. Was she seriously going to do this?! She wanted to keep Harrison from finding out, and, at least in the moment, there only appeared to be one way to guarantee that, even though, in that case, she was committing to keeping her secret for much, much longer...
"O-Okay, ma'am," she nodded, hardly able to believe she was doing this. "I-I'll keep coming to school here."
"Oh, you will?" Deanna's eyes glimmered, mouth curling upwards. "Are you sure? I'd better not hear one more peep about you from here on... If you get into trouble, if you start failing any more than you already are, if you sass your teachers, you're going to end up right back in my office. And, while I would never dream of using corporal punishment on my other students, for you... Well, I'd be happy to paddle your padded backside as many times as it takes for you to learn your lesson."
Janet gulped; there was no reason for her to doubt the woman, to think she wouldn't go through with it. She was about to start a double life, but not a cool one, like a superhero, or an amateur detective, determined to solve the case of her best friend's murder... She was a housewife, spending her days attending middle school in diapers, then having to rush to get her homework done before her husband returned home so he wouldn't find out... And, whenever her stepdaughter came to visit, she was completely at the girl's mercy.
"Y-Yes, ma'am," she sighed, resigning herself to her fate for the next few months. All she had to do was get through this, and then, by summer, things would be back to normal... As long as Hazel wasn't around.
"Very good," Deanna grinned. "But Prissy? I'm afraid if I'm going to let you graduate, you're going to have to pass all your classes."
Janet nibbled her bottom lip. "A-All of them?"
"Every single one," Deanna clarified. "And that includes PE... And Spanish."
Janet wasn't sure which was worse... She had so many bad memories of getting changed in the locker room when she'd gone through school the first time, and she hadn't even had diapers to hide back then. She couldn't imagine that kids had gotten enough nicer since then that she wouldn't be mercilessly teased and bullied as soon as they saw those, or that the rumors about what she wore wouldn't spread through the entire school within a day. She was bound to find the next generation of Hazel's gang there, ready to torment her... And this time, they'd have something extra juicy to make fun of her for.
And what would she be able to do about it? It wouldn't be fair for her, an adult, to fight back against these kids... Not to mention that, if she did, she was bound to wind up back here, in the principal's office, and Deanna had already made it clear how that was going to end.
"I-I don't have to wear my d-diapers to gym, do I?" she tried. The secret was almost certain to get out eventually anyway, though that could buy her some time. If she was careful enough about what she wore, she could delay it, but she simply couldn't imagine someone not figuring it out before the end of the school year.
"Let's see," Deanna said, the words sounding more like a command than a wistful musing. A moment later, she pointed to the floor in front of her chair. "Now."
Janet scurried over to the spot obediently, confused until the woman lifted her skirt, running a hand along her diaper. "No, I don't think so," she shook her head, turning the girl around, rubbing the wet spot that had crept up the padding. "Maybe if you'd been dry, we could have talked about it, but this makes it obvious that you can't be trusted out of your diapers for any length of time... In fact, maybe I'll see about banning you from the restrooms."
"Y-You can't...!" Janet started to whine, only for her words to turn into a squeal as the principal's hands curled around the waistband of her diaper, and gave it a sharp tug. She squirmed, Velcro-fastened sneakers squeaking on the floor as the wet padding lifted her up, feet trying to find purchase as she was raised up onto her tip-toes, diaper.
She was getting wedgied, while in a diaper, by the principal, the person she should be able to turn to for help. The helplessness of her situation really set in as she struggled fruitlessly, tears stinging her eyes, before, finally, Deanna seemed to get bored, letting go of her, dropping her back onto the floor, the girl tugging at the padding, whimpering.
"I couldn't resist," Deanna chuckled. "And you'd better get used to it... I have a feeling a lot of other people won't be able to, either, once they find out you aren't just a dork... You're a diaper dork."
Janet wanted to yell at her how it was her job to make sure that didn't happen, to keep her students safe... Or at least beg her to let her switch classes, to get out of Spanish. Everything else, she was confident, with some time, she could get back into the rhythm of, even math... Spanish, she was going to have to genuinely learn, and put in a lot of extra work to get up to the point where she could pass the class before the end of the year... Her other homework, she was confident she could knock out before Harrison got home most days, but she wasn't so sure about this one...
She could already tell neither of those things were going to get her anywhere, however. Deanna was happy to let her get bullied again, like she and her friends had done to her when they were younger - if anything, it might discourage the bullies from picking on their other classmates - and there was no way she was going to take it easy on her academically. It was only middle school, after all... As an adult, it shouldn't be that hard for Janet to pass her classes... If she had problems with them, maybe she deserved to be here, instead of spending her days lounging around the house, or shopping, or just using her adult privileges to do anything she wanted.
"You have a few minutes before the busses will start arriving," Deanna told her. "Go get another change... I don't want you leaking all over the seats."
That was the end of the discussion. Janet nodded, shuffling back out of the office, down the hall, the reality of what she'd agreed to pushing down on her as she headed to the nurse's office. "You've really gone through these," the nurse said as she cleaned her up. "Can I trust you to remember to bring more, or should I write a note for your parents?"
"I-I'll do it!" Janet promised. She didn't want to, but she had a feeling that, if she didn't, Harrison would be getting a call, and, after what she was doing to avoid that now, that wasn't worth the risk. Just because she was wearing the diapers didn't mean she had to use them... The fiber was what had made her have her worst accidents, and hopefully that was out of her system now...
Then again, this newest change was one she couldn't blame on that; she had wet herself without thinking about it, more than once. She prayed that wouldn't happen when she was back home, and in panties again, for the first time in what felt like months, that the sensation of the thin cloth would be enough to remind her not to pee her pants, especially when Harrison was around... That would have been so much easier if she wasn't going back to diapers every weekday during school hours, however.
The bus ride home was a big improvement over the one that morning, if only because she wasn't messy. She was able to knock out a good bit of her homework, and, now that she knew this wasn't a single day, she was confident that, most days, she'd be able to get the rest done during lunch... Except that pesky Spanish. For today, she had to race off the bus, grabbing the key that, luckily, Hazel hadn't bluffed about leaving for her, changing into her own grown-up clothes.
They felt strange, after being dressed, and treated like, an overgrown toddler for the weekend. She told herself it was in a good way, that she'd get used to it again in no time... Of course, it was going to be back to diapers and childish outfits tomorrow morning. She still got to pretend things were normal... But only in the afternoons and evenings, after school.
The nursery furniture Hazel had moved into the guest room was too big for her to deal with on her own, so she'd have to leave it there until she found someone to help her, although she had no idea who that could be, who she'd trust to see all that and not say anything to Harrison, or put two and two together when they noticed it was all big enough for Janet to fit into herself. They used it rarely enough that she didn't think it would be a problem for a while... She just would have liked not to have to look at all of that whenever she went there to fetch a diaper to put herself into on the bus ride, or extras for her backpack to deliver to the nurse. Not to mention it being there made it easier for Hazel to torment her whenever she came to visit...
Her stomach lurched at the sound of the front door opening and, quickly, she exited the room, closing the door behind herself, rushing out to see Harrison in the entryway, setting down his bags.
"You're back!" she exclaimed, nearly jumping into his arms, hating how easily she'd almost slipped into calling him, 'Daddy,' though, thankfully, she'd stopped herself short. "I missed you so much!"
"I missed you, too," he chuckled, returning her hug, and adding a kiss to it. "Is everything all right?"
Immediately, she started to nibble at her bottom lip, feet shuffling. "I-I had a little to drink," she lied, suddenly recalling what had happened at the start of all this, how she'd dropped one of the bottles of wine, so one would be missing if he went to check. "M-Maybe more than a little..." She felt like a little girl, confessing to being naughty, standing there, blushing, in front of him.
"Oh," he blinked, taken aback. "Well... That's fine. You're certainly welcome to have as much as you want... I was just surprised to see you so excited to see me. It was only a weekend."
She glanced down at herself, cheeks darkening, realizing that was all it was. She'd been sure she'd wet herself again, and that was why he'd asked her the question - her panties did feel a bit damp - but there was no visible wet spot. "I-It felt like longer," she told him. It was very nice to see him, to feel protected, having him nearby... Hazel wasn't there, yet, even if she had been, she wouldn't try anything too bad with him at the house, too... Probably.
She was feeling much more like her old self after spending some time with him, especially in their bedroom. She still had to think about keeping her pants dry, which was embarrassing to have to concentrate on at her age, but, other than that, and having to dodge any specific questions about what she'd done with her holiday weekend, she almost convinced herself she was a grown-up again, until she remembered she hadn't finished up her homework.
She tried to finish it up while he was taking a shower, rushing through, simply praying she'd gotten enough right to stay out of Deanna's office, knowing she'd do better the next day, when she'd be smart enough to use lunch to plow through the easy stuff. Spanish, of course, was the trouble spot, and she was still struggling with it when he emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his thinning hair with a towel.
"What are you doing?" he asked, peeking into the living room to find her hunched over the textbook, taking her by surprise.
"N-Nothing!" she shouted back automatically, before blushing and shaking her head. "I-I thought maybe I'd learn a new language," she told him; it wasn't a complete lie, other than it being her choice.
"Any particular reason?" he leaned over the couch, seeing the book before she could try to cover it. "Are you trying to hint that you want to go to Tijuana or something?" he teased.
"Y-Yeah," she nodded. "Maybe."
"I might be able to make that happen," he smiled. Janet smiled back; perhaps this wouldn't be as bad as she'd thought. If she had a reason to be studying the language, so she wouldn't feel self-conscious about doing it around Harrison, she had a shot at making this work, passing the class... As long as she kept up with the rest of her homework when he wasn't around. "You know what?" he mused after a moment. "You should have Hazel help you with that."
"H-Hazel?" Janet squirmed at the sound of the girl's name.
"My daughter, remember? She called me earlier today and said she was thinking about coming to visit this weekend... She feels bad she hasn't been around, so she wanted to come meet you. I have some work to do at the office, but that might be for the best anyway... I won't get in the way, so you'll have plenty of time to get to know one another. And she studied Spanish, so she could probably give you some pointers."
"O-Oh," Janet struggled to stay calm, to stop herself from popping her thumb into her mouth anxiously. Hazel couldn't even let her get through a whole week without coming back to boss her around?! And she knew if she tried to weasel her way out of it, Zella would make sure she regretted it. "Gr-Great," she forced a smile. Harrison would be there some, so it wouldn't be as bad... But it was still another weekend she was going to have to spend doing whatever Hazel told her to, no doubt in diapers as much as the younger girl thought she could get away with.
"I'm sure the two of you will hit it off," Harrison told her. "Who knows? Maybe you'll be able to get her to tutor you," he suggested with a chuckle. "Wouldn't that be funny? Getting tutored by your own stepdaughter?"
"Y-Yeah," Janet made herself mumble. "Hilarious..."
"Oh, Janet!" Harrison's eyes widened. She followed his gaze, blushing bright red as she saw that, this time, there was a wet spot on her pants, no doubt brought on by the thought of having to spend the rest of the week as a diapered middle schooler, then go into the weekend to end up straight back under Hazel's thumb... "Maybe you did have too much to drink..."
"Y-Yeah," she fibbed, scrambling off the couch. "Th-That must be it... S-Sorry, I'll clean all this up..."
"It's all right," he smiled gently. "It happens. I can take care of the sofa... You just go wash yourself up, and then maybe you should go to bed..."
She nodded reluctantly, knowing it was a good idea, but hating how it felt anyway. She had a long day ahead of her tomorrow, after all, and an even longer week waiting after that... And, unless she wanted to pretend she was developing a bad drinking habit, she wasn't going to have that to blame any future accidents on. She was going to have to work hard to maintain her crumbling potty training, and keep her grades up so she wouldn't have to visit Deanna, and try to keep Hazel happy so she wouldn't tell Harrison the 'secret' she'd made up about her, and had plenty of evidence to support, despite how false it was... And the more her training slipped while she was at home, the more real it was going to look if Zella did tell her dad that she had a diaper fetish...
Her life had gotten so much more complicated than it had been at the start of the weekend. It was nice, having a few hours a day to be a big girl... Or was that going to end up making it harder for her, in the long run? Maybe it would have been easier, not having to switch back and forth, even if it meant fully accepting her role as a little girl... With how quickly it had deteriorated over the weekend, she suspected it wouldn't have been long before she was totally incontinent, if she'd had to wear diapers all the time.
Even now, being in them 'just' during the day, she was afraid she'd end up chipping away at her remaining control... She could only hope there was some left by the end of the school year... And that she learned enough Spanish to be able to graduate, so she wouldn't have to go back in the fall and start all over again.
The End
Thank you all for reading, and voting! I hope you enjoyed the story! This was always intended to just go through the weekend, and we've done that now... But, of course, there's always the chance that we can return to these characters at some point, if that's something you'd be interested in.