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Maturity - Chapter 3

Published: September 30th 2022, 12:00:07 pm

"Such a naughty, naughty girl," Cassidy shook her head, staring down at the squirmy girl on the changing table beneath her, nibbling on her lip as she wiggled her bottom, feeling the plug filling it up. "Why didn't you just show up on time, silly? You would have been in for such a treat..."

"I-I'm sorry!" Claire sniffled. "R-Really! I-I swear, it won't happen again!"

It was probably a meaningless promise... She hoped so, anyway. There was no way she'd wind up back in this situation after today... Right? Her roommate wouldn't make her wear Pull-Ups - much less diapers - after today, so long as Claire was careful not to leak...

Cassidy raised an eyebrow. "Hmm," she mused. "Well, if you can be a good girl, maybe I'll give you one more chance."

"Yes!" Claire nodded her head eagerly. "I-I'll be a good girl!"

"Are you sure?" Cassidy asked. "If you misbehave even once, I'll have to punish you again..."

A shiver ran up Claire's spine, remembering the spanking she'd already gotten today. She couldn't go through that again, and she wasn't sure she wanted to even think about anything else Cassidy might do to her... If she didn't want to spend the whole day tied to a changing table, on full display, she didn't really have a choice. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she said.

"Very good!" Cassidy patted her on the head, starting to undo the restraints, loosening the straps, taking off the mittens, leaving Claire in her diaper and socks before helping her off the changing table, leading her by the hand through a door into another room, one filled with blankets, and soft baby toys, and giant stuffed animals, looking, for all the world, like a huge playpen. The walls were even decorated with bars, other than one, which was entirely one massive mirror.

Cassidy gave the seat of Claire's diaper a pat, the smaller girl squeaking as her roomie's hand made contact with the plug through the padding. "Go play," she ordered. "I'll be back around lunchtime. Actually... Let's go ahead and get you ready for that, huh?"

She tied a tiny, frilly, pink bib around Claire's neck, one that was nowhere near big enough to hide her breasts, much less her diaper, then pushing a matching pink pacifier into her mouth. "Perfect! See you in a bit, cutie!"

She let the door close, Claire hearing a click from it that made her certain it had locked, too, one jiggle confirming it. Groaning in frustration, she toddled further into the room, gingerly sitting down on the floor, since there were no chairs, finding her attention automatically drawn to her reflection.

What had happened to her?! Here she was, sitting in the middle of a playpen, wearing, essentially, nothing other than a diaper, mouth and bottom plugged up, in their own ways. Any illusions of her proving her maturity now that she was away at college were shattered... She didn't even dare attempt to remove her diaper on her own, despite her free hands, despite knowing all she had to do was reach down and peel away the tapes... Her backside was still on fire from this morning, and she was too scared to risk getting another spanking.

She could have taken the pacifier out even easier, but she wasn't sure if that would count as misbehaving or not, so she let it sit in her mouth, blushing as she saw the ring of the pacifier bobbing in the mirror, realized that, unconsciously, she'd started to suck on it... And that, if anything, it was making her feel a little better.

She had to tear her eyes away from the mirror, to stop staring. There wasn't much else to occupy her in the room other than the toys, so, reluctantly, to pass thee time, she found herself starting to play, setting up blocks, flipping pages in the puffy, cloth pages of the picture books, stacking blocks...

She did catch herself glancing at her reflection again, as she did it all, always blushing at how much this was making her look like a real baby. What other choice did she have, though? It was this, or sitting and doing nothing, and that would have been far too boring... And it would have been far harder to ignore the pressure building up in her bladder and bowels.

Perhaps, if she tried, she could wait until lunchtime, and get Cassidy to take her to the bathroom... There was no clock in here, however, no way to know how late it was getting, how much longer she had to go... And her bladder, especially, was really beginning to bother her, to make her uncomfortably, leaving her squirming in a way that made it very obvious what was going on, judging by her reflection. If anyone was watching - and she suspected they might be - they had to know she was struggling to keep her diaper dry, which was pretty embarrassing.

What was even worse was that they weren't doing anything. Assuming that she was right, and not just being paranoid, and there was somebody, maybe on the other side of that mirror, seeing everything, they had to know that she was growing closer and closer to peeing her pants, and they were going to let it happen.

She really didn't want to do it - that was so babyish! So humiliating! - but her discomfort was only getting worse, and there was no sign of help arriving. As soon as she did it, she was certain, Cassidy would show up and announce it was lunchtime, so she attempted to hold out a little longer before, finally, she let go, burying her face in her hands as she felt the padding beneath her warm and grow squishy.

She had, it turned out, been wrong in her assumption; Cassidy didn't immediately burst through the door to let her know that, if she'd waited just a couple more seconds, she could have stayed dry. Instead, she was stuck there for what seemed like hours, going back to playing with her baby toys, her reflection ten times more humiliating - a feat she would have assumed impossible before this - now that she could see her diaper drooping beneath her, clearly soggy, growing cool and clammy around her bottom...

A sniffle echoed through the room as she caught herself staring for too long, as it sank in how mortifying this whole situation was. She turned away from the mirror wall, curling up and crying herself into a nap, no longer caring if there was somebody on the other side, if they could see her soggy bottom all the more thanks to her new position, just unable to stand seeing herself this way... Seeing what a total baby she had become, over the course of a single morning.