Published: March 22nd 2022, 12:00:05 pm
A sequel/spin-off of The Bedwetters' Dorm, commissioned by Invada.
"We're very sorry," the headmistress told Betsy, as the girl sat in the chair in front of her desk, wondering how she could have possibly gotten into trouble before she'd even started classes for the year, "but we've had some... issues with boarding this year."
"Issues?" Betsy frowned, letting herself calm down, though only slightly. "What sort of issues?"
"There was a bit of a leak over the summer," the headmistress said, "and a few of the rooms were damaged... Including yours."
"So I have to move rooms?" That wasn't so bad... Most of the rooms in this place were all the same anyway, so she had no particular attachment to hers. She didn't say that out loud, however, in case, later on, she could whine about it, maybe get some sympathy, or even a 'Get Out of Jail Free' card from the headmistress for putting her through this 'stress.'
"I'm afraid so," the woman nodded. "But... It isn't quite as simple as that."
Betsy's eyes widened as the headmistress explained it all to her, told her how there was no room in the regular dorms for the girls who had been displaced, and that they'd had to randomly select one of them to stay in... "The Bedwetters' Dorm?!" Betsy squealed; there was no need to pretend to be upset now. "You can't send me there! I don't...!"
"We know you don't," the headmistress interrupted, heading her off at the pass. "Don't worry about that... It's only temporary."
"I hope so," Betsy grumbled. "You owe me, big time."
The headmistress arched an eyebrow, though Betsy noted that she didn't deny it; she must have known how much this could destroy Betsy's reputation at school. How could she not? After all, as far as Betsy knew, she was the only person in that dorm that didn't deserve to be there...
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Betsy giggled to herself as she heard the urgent knocking on the door, the muffled hiss of, "Hurry up!" from outside, which just encouraged her to take a little more time as she sat on the toilet.
As much as she hated being stuck here - and she did, always being surrounded by these other girls with their smelly diapers, having to deal with Ms. Lydia, by far the strictest of the dorm mothers, constantly forced to explain herself anytime someone asked to come to her room - there were some parts that made it entertaining enough to be almost worth the trouble.
"Please!" the voice from the other side of the door whimpered, and Betsy could tell that was it... Carefully, she got up and wiped herself off, washing her hands before opening up the door to see the blushing girl there.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Betsy sneered. "I didn't hear you there!"
"Sure you didn't," the girl glowered. As the only non-bedwetter there, Betsy thought it was her right to take as much time in the one bathroom as she liked... After all, the other girls could always waddle themselves to one of the school's other bathrooms, if they were that desperate... And if it wasn't past curfew.
"Aww, what's the matter, baby?" Betsy teased, reaching down and giving the girl's diaper a pat, grinning when she felt the tell-tale squishiness there. "Uh-oh... Did you have an accident?"
"Betsy, no!" the girl sniffled, knowing what would come next... Betsy had done this plenty of times, to other girls. "You know this isn't fair!"
"Ms. Lydia!" Betsy called out, grabbing the girl's hand. "I found another little pants-wetter!"
"Stop it!" the girl tried in vain to pull herself free, for all the good it would do... All Betsy had to do if she did get away was go tell Ms. Lydia in person, and even if Betsy didn't recall which of the girls it was, the dorm mother would go room by room until she found the offender, who would then have to spend the next day in diapers... Or double diapers, if they were already unlucky enough to have been found in their soggy nighttime diapers before bedtime.
Betsy had even managed to convince Ms. Lydia that she ought to be allowed a later curfew than everyone else. "You don't have to worry about checking me, or getting me diapered, or anything like that," she'd said. "There's no reason why I can't stay out for another hour... Right?"
Her masterpiece, however, was poor little Lola... She was unfortunate enough to be sharing a room with Betsy, which meant Betsy had unfettered access to her, ready to tattle whenever she'd seen the slightest indication that she could have had an accident... And Lola's bladder had been small and weak enough that she was usually right, even if it was only a drop or two. Within a month, Lola was in full-blown, taped, diapers all the time, and Betsy had been given permission to change her if Ms. Lydia was busy.
Betsy had decided that meant out in the hallways of the school, too, so if Lola were every unlucky enough to run into her during the day, Betsy wouldn't hesitate to lift her skirt and give her a diaper check. She'd do that with the other girls from the dorm now and then, too, though usually just in the dorm... She'd almost gotten in trouble with Ms. Lydia when one of the others had snitched on her, but she'd talked her way out of it, thanks, again, to Lola, claiming that she'd mistaken the other girl for her.
She did hate it... But she was doing what she could to make it entertaining for herself, and tormenting her pathetic dorm-mates was a big part of that. Fortunately, it was a part that didn't necessarily have to end, since she knew who they all were, and how unlikely it was that any of them would manage to make their way out of the dorm anytime soon. She could always have fun with them in the halls, or get her friends to help keep them out of the bathrooms so they'd have to go running to Ms. Lydia in wet panties, and end up in full-time diapers like Lola...
And that, luckily, was what she was going to have to resort to soon enough, because, finally, she'd gotten the news that a spot had opened up in another dorm. When the headmistress had told her that, she had considered, ever so briefly, turning it down, but she'd come to her senses quickly. As much as she enjoyed this - dragging a girl to Ms. Lydia's room, pushing her inside, hanging around to hear the sound of the girl's spanking from outside - it wasn't worth everything else.
At last, she was going to get away from the odor of their icky diapers, and the plastic sheet that all beds in this dorm had, despite her best efforts to convince Ms. Lydia to let her remove it, and all the extra rules and observation... Ms. Lydia did trust her, for the most part, but she did still barge into their room every night to inspect Lola before bedtime, which meant Betsy had to watch herself at least around that time of the evening. She didn't want Ms. Lydia to see her being too much of a bully...
But now, all that was almost over... Once she woke up the next morning, there would be only three more days left... They weren't allowed to bring that much with them to school, so she hadn't started to pack yet, though she had been tempted, if only to have her bags there as a reminder to Lola that she was able to escape this place, while the smaller girl was trapped.
And then, to her horror, the next morning she woke up to something very wrong. She frowned, rolled over, not quite processing what she was feeling, what was bothering her so much, wiggling her bottom, nose starting to twitch... Lola must have really had to go last night, she thought, for the smell to be this bad through her double nighttime diapers...
"Oh, no," she gasped quietly as her hand brushed against something under her covers... Something wet, and cold, and clammy, just like her pajamas were... This couldn't be happening! After all this time here, after the countless time she'd mocked and belittled the other girls... She had wet her bed!
"What's wrong?" Lola bounced up, as infuriatingly cheerful for this early in the morning as ever. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," Betsy blushed. "D-Don't worry about it..."
"Are you sure?" Lola waddled over. "We're not going to be roommates for much longer, but if you need anything..."
"Don't!" Betsy yelped as she saw Lola about to sit on the edge of her bed, too late to stop her. Instantly, she saw a smile cross the girl's face as she felt something beneath her that she was, no doubt, very familiar with, sniffing the air to confirm it.
"Uh-oh," Lola giggled. "Did Betsy do a little wetsy? I guess I'd better go tell Ms. Lydia."
"No!" Betsy shook her head, her roommate ignoring her and toddling for the door. "Lola, stop!" Betsy scrambled out of bed frantically, pausing briefly at the door, then rushing out, hoping to catch Lola before she got to the dorm mother's room, sure she'd manage it, thanks to the bulk of Lola's diapers, and the girl's shorter legs.
Unfortunately, they weren't the only girls up and about, exactly as she'd feared. She kept her head down, blushing, trying not to look at them as she heard the snickers surrounding her, the taunts of, "Look at Betsy Wetsy! Not so high and mighty now, are you?" as they grabbed at her, slowing her down, keeping her away from Lola just long enough...
"What is going on here?" Ms. Lydia demanded. Betsy froze, hands curling into fists as she stood there, pajama pants soaked, with no hope of hiding it as the woman stormed out, glaring down at her. "Honestly, Betsy..."
"N-Never before," Betsy promised. "I-It was only once..."
Her saving grace, she had to assume, was how many times she'd reported on the other girls, keeping an eye on them for Ms. Lydia... She couldn't imagine the woman being merciful to anyone else in this way, and, from the groans she heard from their audience, she guessed nobody else could, either. "I'll give you a pass this time," Ms. Lydia said. "But if it happens again..."
"I-I know," Betsy hung her head. It wouldn't, though... This had been a fluke, nothing more. There was no way she'd do it two nights in a row...
Except, of course, she did. Betsy woke up to Lola standing over her bed, with Ms. Lydia beside her, shaking her head. Betsy frowned, blinked... Then looked down to see her covers pulled aside to reveal a huge wet spot.
"Sorry, Betsy," Ms. Lydia shrugged. "Rules are rules..."
She tried to avoid it, to use her later curfew to slip in after the usual diapering time, but Ms. Lydia was waiting for her. "I forgot!" Betsy lied.
"We agreed to a later curfew because you didn't need any protection," Ms. Lydia reminded her. "I think you know that, now that that isn't the case, that no longer applies." And so, Betsy was subjected to three firsts that night: her first diapering, her first spanking, and then, when she attempted to visit the bathroom before she went to bed, her first instance of another girl slipping into the one bathroom and locking the door, refusing to open it up despite Betsy's repeated pleas from the other side.
She didn't stand a chance. Her diaper was soaked the next morning, and Ms. Lydia, clearly starting to get frustrated with her, wouldn't listen to her excuses, just like she'd never listened to the girls Betsy had locked out of the bathroom. "I'm not a bedwetter!" Betsy insisted, as if she weren't wearing some bulky, sagging evidence to the contrary. "I don't wanna stay here!"
Thankfully, the headmistress did owe her one for sticking her here in the first place... And there was another bedwetter ready to take her place. Either way, there was going to be a bedwetter outside of the dorm, but, after everything she'd done to the other girls there, Betsy was glad the headmistress and Ms. Lydia decided that should be her, and not the other girl.
Or, rather, she was, until she got to her new room, and saw the senior girl she was going to be rooming with. "Hi, there, Betsy Wetsy," Luna grinned down at her, Betsy gulping, seeing the resemblance right away. This girl looked exactly like Lola, except a couple years older, and much taller... "I hear you've been having some fun with my little sister."
"I-It was just a game!" Betsy claimed. "I-I didn't mean anything by it!"
"Of course," Luna nodded. "And I didn't mean anything by telling all of the other senior girls here about what an awful bully you are... Or how it's all of our responsibilities to help you out with your bedwetting problem, and be sure you're all padded up every night.... There are a lot more bathrooms here, but, I hate to tell you, they always seem to be so busy right around what your bedtime is now..."
Betsy swallowed, staring up at the girl, having a bad feeling that being here was going to be far worse than being stuck with the bedwetters had been, now that her situation was reversed, and she was the one bedwetter in the dorm, rather than the other way around... And, the way everything had turned out, she couldn't help wondering if Lola, perhaps with Luna's help, had set all of this up, to ensure that was the situation she wound up in once she'd made her 'escape.'
Either way, she was certain her humiliating new nickname, Betsy Wetsy, was here to stay if Luna had anything to say about it... And that it was only going to keep getting more accurate as time went on...