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Best Laid Plans

Published: July 7th 2021, 2:00:02 am

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Moira couldn't help smiling as she returned to her dorm room, opening the door to be greeted by the perfect sight, exactly what she'd been hoping for. She wasn't sure why she'd had any doubt about it, frankly... The rest of the day had already been so pleasant, with seemingly everyone laughing and smiling, capping off with a brief encounter with Aaron, the boy she had a crush on, on her way here, that it only made sense that it would end like this, with the evidence that her plan was in its final stages.

"Oh," her roommate, Kristy, said, turning her head to watch Moira go to her desk chair, skirt flung over the back, the motion sending her red hair cascading over her shoulder. "Hey."

And that was it. No anger, no accusations, the only sign that anything was wrong the fact that she was half standing in front of her desk, one leg kneeling on her chair, rather than sitting. It was a big difference from the way things had been, even just a few days ago... In more ways than one.

Moira didn't know why they'd gotten off on the wrong foot initially, what had happened. As far as she could remember, she'd had basically no interaction with the other girl before moving in. Was Kristy upset that, even as a senior, she hadn't been able to get a room to herself? Moira wasn't exactly ecstatic about that, either... Or was it that, as a senior, she'd been stuck with a lowly sophomore, adding insult to injury when the school hadn't had a private room for her?

Whatever it was, Kristy had immediately begun complaining, saying that Moira was coming back from hanging out with her friends too late at night, that her music was too loud, that the decorations on Moira's side of the room were too distracting, that the other girl had been stealing things from her mini-fridge. In short, she'd been acting like a big, whiny baby, instead of the cool older sister Moira had been hoping for when she'd heard she would be living with a senior.

It was practically Moira's duty, she'd decided, to show Kristy that, before she got a rude awakening when she went out into the real world. She might be younger, but she felt like she was infinitely more prepared for that, from what she'd seen out of Kristy.

And now, here she was, faced with some pretty compelling evidence that her plan had worked out exactly how she'd envisioned it. Kristy's wardrobe choices had been trending younger for a couple weeks now, the girl trading in her designer clothes for plaid skirts and Peter Pan collars, things that looked more appropriate for a grade schooler than someone who was supposed to graduate college at the end of the year.

The most important change, however, was what was underneath those skirts. If her plan really was working perfectly, Kristy wouldn't know any better, would think she was still wearing her normal - pretty drab and boring, Moira had seen when she snuck them out of the drawer - panties, just like she thought her new outfits were no different from what she used to wear. One glimpse at her now, on the other hand, revealed to anyone else how very mistaken she was.

It had been quite the thrill the first morning, waking up to see Kristy mindlessly strapping herself into a big, thick diaper with seemingly no hesitation, no resistance... Moira had almost gotten used to the sight, as glorious as it was, though what she saw now had sent a whole new wave of glee through her.

She'd started Kristy off with some longer skirts and dresses, afraid that jumping into the deep end right away might be enough to snap her out of it, to make her realize something was wrong, and really give her something to tattle to the dean about. Gradually, she'd been getting the girl shorter and shorter skirts, and smaller shirts, pushing her towards what might very well be this moment.

She was definitely on the verge... Had she seriously spent the day in this outfit?! It was one of the rare days when Moira left before her, so she didn't know, but it looked that way... Moira truly wished she could have seen that, could have witnessed the big, bad senior toddling around campus, her bulky, cloth diaper sticking out from under her red, plaid skirt, which was nowhere close to hiding everything. There was no way anyone could have looked at her today and not known what she was wearing... Except, of course, for Kristy herself.

For some people, that might have been enough; Moira had debated with herself whether it should be for her, too, if she should leave it at that and be happy it had worked as well as it had.

Except... What was the point in making Kristy wear diapers, if she wasn't going to take advantage of them? The girl was acting like a baby, after all, and, while walking around in diapers, oblivious to that being unusual, or the fact that anyone else might find it strange, was pretty babyish, what could be more infantile than using them?

Her success on that front had been much harder to judge, at least without the risk of getting caught, which could make Kristy suspicious, and get her thinking about what her roomie was up to, which might, in turn, be enough to make her recognize what was happening too early, and ruin everything. It was better to hope for the best, and keep an eye out for any hint that it was working.

The problem was partly the diapers themselves. Moira had wanted them to be nice and bright white, the classic look, and, though she'd thought that would also make any accidents more obvious, she hadn't taken into account the sheer size of the padding. It would take a lot for any wetness to be evident from the outside, and if Kristy were truly becoming incontinent, it would be rare for her to leak much at once... It would be more of a consistent dribbling, a slow build-up that would give her plenty of time to change before they got to the point where Moira would be able to see anything.

Moira was tempted to walk up and give Kristy's bottom a squeeze, to check her like she'd do to any little toddler, but, again, she knew she had to be careful not to move too quickly, to do anything that would make Kristy start putting any conscious thought into her situation. That kept Moira from digging through Kristy's dirty laundry as well, although she could have sworn that, despite how careful the girl was to keep the room smelling nice, with her fancy laundry hamper with its own deodorizer, there was a faint scent of ammonia cutting through the far stronger one of baby powder that had become so prevalent lately.

But now... Moira chuckled, watching Kristy as she fidgeted, bouncing in place, her skirt fluttering at the motion, showing off a bit more of her pampered backside each time. She was definitely uncomfortable, trying to find a way to fix that, yet uncertain how to do it, totally ignorant to what seemed so clear to Moira, or, really, any outside observer who had seen a small child doing the same thing.

Moira did her best not to get too excited, reminding herself that she could be wrong, that it might be something else, so she shouldn't get her hopes up... But she could see Kristy's hand slide reach up to turn the page on her textbook, only to fall down onto the page, fingers curling as her face turned as red as her hair, her bottom sticking out further when she bent forward, the sound of a muffled fart barely audible, making Moira so glad that Kristy had whined so much about not being able to study while Moira had music playing, since she doubted she would have heard it over her usual tunes.

She couldn't help herself... It was a risk, but it was also too good, too rich, not to say something about, to give Kristy a glimmer of a chance to stop, if only to make it more satisfying when she inevitably failed. She was this far gone; a tiny hint wouldn't make a difference, would it?

"Everything all right?" she asked innocently, slightly disappointed when it appeared the cramp passed, the seat of her roomie's diaper no heavier than it had been before, at least from what she could tell.

Kristy slid her hand off her textbook, moving both feet to the floor, continuing to squirm and writhe in a very familiar way. "I-It's a little warm in here..." she mumbled. "Isn't it?"

"Sure," Moira nodded agreeably. "Feel free to get comfortable... You do live here, after all. I won't judge."

Kristy nodded absentmindedly, the vacant look in her eyes making it obvious there were other things running through her head at the moment, that she was barely processing her roommate's words. "Okay," she said after a second. "Yeah, why not?"

"Exactly," Moira grinned, watching as Kristy slid the shoulder straps on her childish plaid skirt down, allowing the skirt itself to begin drooping down her legs, slipping past her diaper... And then, more perfectly than Moira could have planned if she'd tried, Kristy grunted, bending forward over her desk, her newly exposed padding jutting out, right in Moira's direction, as a lump started to form there.

It was everything Moira could do not to jump for joy, or pump her fist, or just give an enthusiastic, "Yes!", but she didn't want to interrupt. It might have been fun to see Kristy break free now, when it was too late to do anything about it... However, that would then by the end of her fun, and she wasn't sure if she'd be able to repeat her success if Kristy knew what to expect.

So she stayed silent, squirming in her own seat as her roomie's diaper swelled, every little groan, every faint toot, seeming to result in a fresh wave of mush. This wasn't some tiny accident, a slip-up that would indicate that, if Moira kept going with her plan, she'd eventually have full control of the other girl... Kristy was completely and totally filling her pants, which meant she was already there.

She almost couldn't believe how easy it had been; that just went to show that she'd been right, that Kristy wasn't prepared for the real world, that she was nothing more than a mush-brained - and now mush-pantsed - little baby. She'd had this coming, really... It was for her own good.

What was she going to do now? She hadn't thought, hadn't even dared to hope, she would get so far so soon, so she wasn't quite ready for this stage. There was only one thing left in her plan, and she was basically already there, as she saw Kristy's skirt tumble down her quivering legs into a pile around her ankles. If she could convince Kristy she didn't need that here, around her, with one quick suggestion, there was no reason she couldn't get the girl to go to her classes that way, to accept that her diapers were perfectly acceptable as pants.

That was exactly why she'd been having the girl wear shorter shirts, watching the hemlines creep further and further up... Sometimes, the waistband of her diapers would peek out from the top of her skirts, which was cute, but really, it was for now, to guarantee that, when she 'decided' she didn't need those skirts at all, her diapers would be on full display, that she wouldn't have a prayer of hiding them, even if she did snap out of her trance when she marched into her first class tomorrow, and everyone laughed at her. That probably wouldn't happen anyway, of course... She'd assume it was about something else, or that they were all simply in a good mood, however, if that didn't work, she'd at least have a nice, mortifying waddle back to the dorm room in store for her.

Kristy let out a sigh of relief, not giving a second thought to plopping herself down in her chair. Moira had to cover her mouth with her hands to stifle her laughter, wrinkling her nose sympathetically as she heard the squelch, practically able to feel the mass shift and squish beneath the girl's bottom. Poor, stupid Kristy, she snickered privately... As far as Moira could tell, she hadn't considered changing herself first, had been perfectly happy to sit in her stinky pants like any other dumb baby...

"Sounds like you had a good day," Kristy observed, idly toying with her shirt.

"Oh, you have no idea," Moira smirked. "Seriously, like... NO idea."

Moira's joy was infectious, making Kristy smile, too, which, in turn, only added fuel to Moira's giggling fire. It would almost have been sad, how oblivious Kristy was, if it wasn't so funny knowing it was all thanks to her, that she'd turned her uppity older roommate into this, and she didn't even know that she should try to resist, much less how to do so.

Kristy tilted her head, her brow furrowing. "Okay," she said uncertainly. "If you say so..."

How long would it take, Moira wondered, before Kristy chose to get changed? She was curious for a couple reasons, not only because that would require Kristy to go toddling out to the bathroom, exposing her droopy diapered butt to anyone else who might be out in the hall, but also because it would reveal, in a way, how suited Kristy was to her new role, how much of a baby she was... She'd decide to change when she got uncomfortable; the fact that hadn't happened the moment she sat down meant there was at least some part of her that liked it, that didn't mind being a poopy little baby, and every second that ticked by when she stayed in it helped show how big that part was, no matter how deeply buried it was normally.

She was doing Kristy a favor, Moira thought. She really ought to know about this side of herself... She'd probably prefer to make that discovery in private, sure, but where was the fun in that?

Moira shifted in her seat, feeling so happy, so satisfied with how her plan had unfolded that she couldn't help it... Kristy was sitting on the other side of the room, could turn around at any moment, but... Moira's face began to warm as her hand slid down off of her desk, away from her homework, in between her legs.

She had to struggle to keep herself silent, to hide her moans, biting down hard on her bottom lip as she started to rub, shocked at how good it felt, attributing it all to what she'd just witnessed, what she knew was to come in the future as she played with her new toy, pondering how far she could push it before it broke. If she could get a solid day or two more of utter humiliation, she'd be pleased, though, obviously, the longer the better.

She didn't want to get caught, though, in a way, she almost did, almost wished Kristy would turn around and scold her for masturbating like that, while she was standing there with a much different - far less mature - kind of mess in her own 'underwear', such as they were, lecturing her the way she always did, totally unaware of how much things had changed.

Kirsty wasn't what interrupted Moira, however, keeping her from finishing... It was something else, brushing against her wrist as she writhed and rubbed, just unusual enough to bother her, make her glance down to see what was happening.

'Oh,' she thought to herself, rolling her eyes. 'It's just the ruffles.'

That seemed so normal that she went back to it for another couple seconds before she questioned it further. What ruffles? Her undies were plain, nothing out of the ordinary, not even any lace, much less ruffles... And the skirt she'd chosen this morning definitely wasn't childish enough to have any ruffles on it.

Her skirt... She frowned, beginning to nibble at the lip she'd pinned between her teeth, confusion taking over from lust. She'd put the skirt on, of course... And yet, she could have sworn, now, that she'd seen it draped across the back of her chair when she came into the room. She twisted in her seat, stomach lurching when she saw what was there.

It was a skirt, all right... But it wasn't the skirt she thought she'd picked out, tight and short and sexy... It was a red plaid skirt, not too dissimilar to the one Kristy had been wearing before she took it off to mess her diaper.

"No!" she gasped, springing to her feet, one hand moving to her mouth, gaping in horror, the other returning to her waist, to those infernal ruffles, the scales falling off her eyes to help her recognize exactly what it was they were attached to.

They were plastic pants. She was wearing plastic pants, stretched snugly over a bulky, cloth diaper, three rows of ruffles extending around them, drawing even more attention to themselves, not that they needed any help, since the childish, Peter Pan collared shirt she was wearing stopped short of her belly button, leaving everything she had on beneath them on full display.

And 'full' was absolutely the right word to use, it dawned on her as she squirmed in disbelief, feeling something mushy and sticky moving with her. "No, no, no..." Tentatively, not really wanting to find out, but knowing she had to, she moved the hand on the ruffles downwards, towards the seat of her diaper... "No!"

"Are you okay?" Kristy asked, turning around in her chair. "Do you need some help?"

Moira very much did, but she had no clue where she was going to find it, other than knowing it wouldn't be coming from Kristy. Her gaze drifted to her wall, to the CDs she'd painstakingly hung up there, that Kristy had found so tacky and distracting... And she remembered how, as she'd put together the hypnosis videos she'd put together for Kristy, to play whenever she opened her laptop, she was always careful to look away from the monitor while they rendered, and yet, she'd always get lost in thought, staring at those CDs, fantasizing about what was going to happen to Kristy if this worked...

Except, that wasn't what had happened, was it? A hint of the video was reflecting in her glasses, which, in turn, had been shown in her reflection on those CDs, and she'd been mesmerized by it... It was just a taste of it, not even the full dose that Kristy was getting, and yet, it had affected her just as much as her intended victim... More, really, since, from the look of it, she was at least a day ahead of the other girl.

Why hadn't Kristy, or one of Moira's friends, said anything?! How had they let this happen?! She wanted to blame it on somebody else, but, of course, she already knew the answer... By the time she'd started acting strangely around them, it was too late. Just like she saw her diapers and little girl outfits as panties and grown-up clothes, she'd take any warnings as compliments, any jeering as the person doing it being in a good mood for some completely unrelated reason...

Suddenly, she thought back to the day she'd had, how she'd thought everyone was so happy... She whimpered, looking down at her skirt, knowing it had never wound up on her, that she'd left the room like she was dressed now, that everyone had seen her like this... And when had her accident happened?! When had she messed herself?! She recalled her tummy feeling strange in the middle of a class, and ignoring it... She hadn't done it there, had she?!

And... Her face burned, remembering seeing Aaron in the halls, right before this... Judging by how cool and clammy it was, the mess had definitely happened earlier than that... Her crush had seen her, happily giggling and flirting with him in a dirty diaper like a silly, oblivious toddler!

It was all going to happen to Kristy, too, but that was a small comfort, knowing she'd already done it, that she was the bigger baby, that maybe, deep down, she liked this... She must, considering how long it seemed she'd stayed in messy pants without being bothered! Was that why she'd thought of it in the first place?

And, now that she'd already done it, it wouldn't be as shocking when Kristy did, too... People might think she was doing it to try to comfort Moira, to make her feel less bad about her own humiliation. Maybe that's what they thought was happening all along... All she was doing was making Kristy look better, more sweet and selfless, and proving what a baby she was!

Moira sniffled, unable to face Kristy, turning away from her and back towards her wall of CDs... And, in her memory, she began thinking of those glimpses she'd seen of her videos, and, thankfully, all those bad feelings began to fade away into the misty depths of her mind.

"No," she shook her head, sitting down, squealing happily as her bottom sank into something in her pants, something she'd almost forgotten all about, but that made her giggly while she squirmed playfully in it. "Everything is absolutely perfect!"

Kristy was such a stupid baby, Moira thought, watching her shrug and turn back to her books, totally unaware of her stinky diaper. She had no idea what was in store for her!