Published: April 20th 2022, 12:01:02 pm
Serena and Alecia looked at one another, both of their eyes drawn to the television. They didn't really have much of a choice, did they? They hadn't meant to leave their friend behind, and they certainly couldn't leave her here, if they had an option to do otherwise, and, for the moment, their only clue was the image on the TV.
"How do we get up there?" Serena asked, staring at the tall shelf. Normally, it probably wasn't even that high... She doubted she'd have had much of a problem reaching it if she was full height. Now, however...
"How am I supposed to know?" Alecia pouted, crossing her arms. "You heard her! I'm just a dumb baby now! I don't know how to do anything!"
Serena sighed, annoyed that she was the only one here to comfort the cheerleader, or that she had to. There wasn't time for them to get upset... Now that they knew the real consequences of not escaping, they couldn't take any chances. She reached over, patting Alecia's arm with one mittened hand. "There, there," she said. "It'll be all right... We'll figure out something..."
She looked around the room, pondering how, exactly, she was going to make that come true. Thankfully, it didn't take long for her eyes to fall across the pile of blocks. "What about those?" she pointed, before remembering that, thanks to the pink fabric around her hands, the gesture might not help much. "The blocks," she elaborated. "If we could stack them up right, we might be able to build a staircase up there!"
"Oh!" Alecia's eyes lit up. "Yeah!" She waddled over to them, sliding one across the floor. Serena quickly followed, wrapping her arms around another block, and nearly managing it, only to have it slip out from between her mittens when she attempted to lift it. Frowning, she tried to push it instead, but her mittens were too slick for that, too, making her stumble forward and almost smack her face into the block when she rested them on the surface, then started to shove, just to have her hands slide off to either side.
"Are you going to help?" Alecia glowered, already back to get another block.
"I'm doing my best!" Serena blushed. "This is harder than it looks, you know!"
"Oh, is it?" Alecia asked smugly, moving to pick the block up, her eyes widening as she stayed still. "Th-This one is heavier than it looks," she stammered.
"Is it?" Serena shot back, sticking out her tongue.
"Well, at least I've done something!" Alecia stomped her foot.
"And if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have any idea what to do in the first place!" Serena retaliated.
"I would've gotten there eventually!" Alecia insisted, but neither girl seemed particularly convinced by that argument. "It still would hurt you to do some of the work."
"I'm trying!" Serena fumed. "You don't know how hard these dumb mittens make everything!"
"Fine," Alecia stepped away from the block, grabbing Serena's arm and lifting it up. "Why don't you just take them off, then?"
"You don't think I thought of... Ow!" Serena squealed as Alecia gave one of the mittens a tug, her whole arm going with it, her shoulder threatening to pop out of its socket with how hard Alecia was yanking on it. "It's not that easy! Stop it!"
"Okay, okay!" Alecia rolled her eyes. "Baby."
"It hurt!" Serena pouted, rubbing her shoulder.
"Well, moving all of these dumb blocks myself is going to hurt, too," Alecia complained.
"I didn't get these on purpose!" Serena said, making another attempt at helping, and failing miserably before standing by and watching awkwardly as Alecia shoved them all across the room, building a staircase, feeling useless in her pink mittens and dirty diaper, her tummy rumbling again already thanks to the brownie she'd been fed.
Serena definitely wasn't going to be able to lift the blocks up onto one another, so Alecia was left to do that, too, Serena realizing only when the other girl was almost done that she could have taken the time to look around, get some more of an idea of what some of the other things in this room might require.
"There!" Alecia flopped down on the top block with a groan when she was finished, looking tired. "All done. Can I take a nap now?"
"Feel free," the woman's voice boomed. "I'm glad you've been having fun playing with your blocks, girls. You're now at half an hour."
Half an hour... That meant their time was halfway up! And they'd barely even started on this room! Serena scrambled up the makeshift stairway, Alecia getting to her feet at the top and stepping over onto the shelf where the TV was sitting, where the doll version of Julianne was being made to play dress-up.
"So... What do we do now?" Alecia asked, staring at the screen. "She's right there! If we could just..."
She reached out towards the image on the screen, and, to both of the girls' shock, she glowed for a moment, then vanished. "Alecia!" Serena gasped, nibbling her bottom lip as she watched the TV, waiting to see the cheerleader appear.
She didn't. "Alecia, are you there?" Serena fidgeted anxiously. What should she do?! Should she go after her? Or was this just a trap, a red herring made to suck up more of their time, which was rapidly ticking away, already, by now, more than halfway done? There was so much more of this room to see...
What if she needed the other two to solve the puzzles, though? Julianne seemed to be in there, and now Alecia did, too, whether Serena could see her on the screen or not... She might not like Alecia that much, but she didn't want to abandon her in this place, and she definitely didn't want to leave Julianne...
She took a deep breath, reaching her hand out to brush against the television, wincing as she felt a rush of air, the glowing pixels rushing towards her face, as if she were about to crash right into it...
"Done already?"
Serena looked up to see one of her teachers, Mr. Bledsoe, standing over her, looking unimpressed. Then again, he usually looked that way... He was famous for being one of the most strict professors at the college; was that part of why Serena had always been kind of attracted to him? It was hard to say... He was handsome, too, but she liked that he almost never gave her the look she was getting now, the one he used on nearly everybody else at some time.
Glancing back down, she saw that she was sitting at a desk, a test in front of her, totally blank, and she had just long enough to wonder if she'd dreamed the whole escape room before she shifted in her seat, felt the squishy squelch of her dirty diaper against the hard, wooden chair.
"That's funny," Mr. Bledsoe said, snatching the test, holding it up in front of the rest of the class. "It doesn't look like you've even begun... And yet, here you are, snoozing away like you're all finished."
"S-Sorry, sir," she blushed, squirming uncomfortably at the sound of her classmates giggling at her discomfort.
"Why don't we give it another try?" he asked, setting it back down. He waited a moment, nodded. "Go on, then."
The mittens were still firmly secured around her hands, but she pawed at her pencil anyway, doing her best to pick it up, to do as she was told. Mr. Bledsoe sighed, grabbing her by the wrist, yanking her out of her seat, Serena realizing, as she struggled to keep up with him while being dragged to the front of the classroom, that she was still baby-sized, that everyone there towered over her. She tried to pull the back of her skirt down, to hide the bulk of her diapers, and the evidence of what she'd done in them, but there was no way for her to get ahold of that, either.
"All right, then, young lady," Mr. Bledsoe announced. "If you won't take your test like a normal student, you can do it here, in front of everyone."
He pushed a footstool in front of the whiteboard at the front of the room, gesturing for her to step onto it. Serena's cheeks burned as she glanced behind herself, seeing her classmates watching with glee... And seeing now that the far wall was shimmering, see-through, showing her what appeared to be a view of the campus cafeteria.
Was she inside of a TV now? Was the show being broadcast to the other students, while they ate?! The perspective seemed high up, like the televisions she knew were there in the corners of the room...
"I-I don't..." she shook her head, knowing that, up on the footstool, it would be that much easier for anyone watching - whether they were seated behind her, or in the cafeteria, if that was for real, and not an illusion meant to make her more self-conscious - to see up her short skirt, to see her dirty diaper...
Mr. Bledsoe picked her up, Serena not quick enough to avoid his hands as they reached out for her, putting her down on top of the stool, facing the board, her lumpy seat on full display, as evidenced by the increased laughter she could hear behind her.
"Okay, young lady," he said. "Pick up that marker, and we can start with your first question."
"B-But..." Serena whimpered, staring down at her mittens. "I-I can't..."
"Right now," he barked. "Or you're getting an F for the day... And a spanking, for being such a naughty, disobedient little girl."
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Alecia stumbled forward, nearly tripping over her own feet as she struggled to stop in time, bumping up against the back of a pair of shapely legs, stretching high above her, ending, she realized when she glanced up, in a familiar looking short skirt, matching bloomers underneath.
"Excuse you," Crystal sniffed, spinning around. Of course it was Crystal... Of all the girls on the cheerleading squad, Crystal was the one Alecia would least want to see her this way... Not that she would really be happy about any of them. It was too bad, then, that she slowly began to recognize where she was, that she was in the locker room. She'd spent a lot of time there, but it was very different seeing it this way, from this close to the ground. "Watch where you're... Oh, my God!"
Alecia winced, watching the glee spread across Crystal's face when she spotted her, and when her eyes were drawn to the soggy diaper around her waist. "We were wondering where you'd gone off to!" she smirked. "You missed practice, silly!"
Alecia squirmed, doing her best to hide her diaper beneath her hands as she peered behind herself, seeing not the regular brick wall of the locker room, but a screen, through which she could see what appeared to be the cafeteria, while Crystal easily pushed her hands aside. "I guess you were... busy, huh?" Crystal sneered, giving the diaper a squeeze. "What happened there, Alecia?"
"St-Stop it!" Alecia blushed, pushing Crystal's hand away, shocked at how much effort it took... Though, she supposed, she shouldn't have been, since she was now far, far smaller than her. She tried to run away, from Crystal and from the screen, her sneakers squeaking on the tile floor as she raced for the door...
Unfortunately, it burst open, the rest of the squad pouring in, looming over her. "Aww!" she could hear one coo. "Who let the baby in here?"
Was it better to pretend that was what she was, if they hadn't realized? Crystal had known it was her right away, so the other girls might figure it out, too, and, if she hadn't been able to get away from them first, wouldn't that be more humiliating, having spent however long acting like she really was a toddler? It was so hard to think, to make decisions, now... Everything felt so foggy, so confusing...
"I'm not a baby!" she insisted, stomping her foot.
"Of course you aren't," Britney knelt down. "You're a very big girl now, aren't you? Where's your Mommy?"
"No!" Alecia shook her head. "I'm big!" She gestured to her chest, the pink crop top that surely no parent would allow an actual toddler to wear.
"Not big enough to keep her pants dry," another cheerleader commented, the rest snickering.
"No, I am!" Alecia whined, and, having what she thought was a sudden, brilliant idea, she grabbed her shirt, yanking it off, leaving herself bare-chested so the rest of the squad could see, without a doubt, that she wasn't a toddler, no matter how short she was. Most, if not all, of them had caught a glimpse of them before, in this same locker room... If she was being honest, she could be a bit too liberal with taking her time getting dressed after the shower, happy to show off...
"Oh, please, Alecia," Crystal snorted, snatching the shirt out of Alecia's hands, Alecia too slow and too weak to keep ahold of it, watching in horror as it was whisked away, leaving her standing there in her diaper, frilly ankle socks, and Velcro sneakers, like someone so young that it didn't matter if she wore anything more than that, despite her having disrobed in an attempt to prove the opposite. "Nobody's going to look at those when they're so distracted by your big. Wet. Diaper!"
She punctuated the last few words with a smack on the seat of Alecia's diaper each, hard enough to jolt the girl, lifting her briefly off her feet. The second time, she felt a warmth starting to spread through her padding as she helplessly began to wet herself in front of the whole cheerleading squad, her bladder refusing to stop as they all stared and giggled.
"It is her!" Britney exclaimed. "Hi, there, Alecia!" she waved. "Guess you're not going to try to steal any more boyfriends like this, are you?"
"Th-That wasn't my fault!" Alecia blushed. "I-It Was Halloween... I can't help it if I chose a better costume than..."
"Yeah, that's definitely her," Viola rolled her eyes. "She just doesn't know when to shut up, does she? But she's the perfect size for us to shove a pacifier in her mouth so we don't have to listen to her."
"Or even better," Crystal grinned. "There's a daycare right down the road... We can drop her off there, and get her out of our hair for good. After we take her on a little tour of the campus so everyone can enjoy her new look."
Alecia shook her head, watching as her squad began to circle around her, all seeming to agree that was a good plan, nobody speaking up to defend her... "Y-You can't do that!" she sniffed. "I-I'm a big girl!"
"Are you?" Crystal raised an eyebrow. "Okay, then..." She reached into her locker, pulling out her pom-poms, shoving them into Alecia's arms, the things nearly as big as her now. "Do a little cheer for us, Alecia. Go on... Cheer us through the ABCs. Surely nobody who's so certain she's a big girl would have any trouble with that... Right?"
"A-All of them?" Alecia gulped, all of that time she'd spent staring at those picture books making that feel like a daunting, if not impossible, task.
"That's right," Crystal smiled. "Now, get to shaking that little, Pampered booty... Or else."
What should Serena do?
Answer the questions out loud, to prove she can still pass the test?
Try to get Mr. Bledsoe to let her out of her mittens so she can write on the board?
Try to run away through the classroom's door?
Or try to run away through the screen?
And what should Alecia do?
Try to cheer her ABCs and see how far she can get?
Try to see if she can remember another cheer to see if that will work instead?
Try to get past the squad and through the locker room's door?
Or try to run away through the screen?
The Roll Report:
Serena rolled well to figure out how to get to TV, and Alecia rolled well to be able to move blocks, but Serena failed in her roll to do her part thanks to her mittens, which made it take longer, then Alecia failed roll to continue, and Serena failed again as well. Finally, Alecia was able to roll well enough to finish, but quite a bit of time had passed by then. Alecia also failed to get the mittens off, though that would have been very difficult, and Serena failed to get a chance to gain a bit more knowledge about other nearby puzzles in the room while she was waiting.
Serena either rolled really well or really poorly (to leave it a bit ambiguous for now) to decide whether she should follow Alecia into the TV or not. She then rolled very well at being able to use her pencil for the test, but unfortunately, thanks to the mittens, it wasn't quite enough, nor was her roll to keep from being put on the stool in front of the board.
Alecia rolled well enough to escape Crystal, but not very well in determining how to prove she wasn't a baby, or in managing to keep ahold of her shirt. I gave her a roll for each spank, too, to see if she had an accident, and she passed all but one.