Published: October 23rd 2022, 12:00:06 pm
"Umm..." Corina nibbled her lip, staring at her two options, trying to game it all out in her head, before giving up, knowing there was no way to know for certain, even if she could decide which of the dastardly possibilities staring her in the face was 'better.' "Pink?"
Faye grinned wide enough to leave Corina quaking in her Pampers, wondering if she'd made a mistake. "Perfect," she purred, dipping the ladle into the mouth of the giant beaker, filling it with the pink liquid. "Open wide!"
"W-Wait!" Corina shook her head. "M-Maybe..."
Faye let go of her wrist at last, but not long enough for Corina to make a break for it, grabbing her by the cheeks instead, pushing in, forcing her mouth open. Corina whimpered, watching in horror as the ladle loomed closer and closer, a few drops of pink falling out, dripping to the ground before Faye could get it to her former teacher, pouring it down her throat.
It tasted oddly sweet, which was, in and of itself, a bit scary. If she hadn't known what it was, what it could do to her, Corina could see herself casually drinking it, not giving it a second thought... Unaware that it would be turning her into permanent diaper-wetter, or a brainless bimbo. She might even go so far as to say that, despite everything, she liked it.
Finally, Faye released her altogether, Corina stumbling away, wiping her mouth, heart pounding. "Wh-What did you do?!" she demanded.
Faye smirked. "Is it already working?" she teased. "I'd think the answer would be obvious... Are you peeing your pants?"
Corina reached down, giving her diaper a poke to confirm, then shook her head, a shiver running through her as it hit her what that meant. "F-Faye!" she wailed. "Y-You can't do this! Stop it! Reverse it! Do something!"
"Calm down," Faye rolled her eyes. "All you have to do is not wet your diaper. That should be simple enough, right? If you can convince someone to let you use their toilet, you'll be fine."
"B-But... Wh-What if I can't?" Corina sniffed, feeling her tummy rumble, reminding her that she was already working on that task, and of how badly it was going.
"Don't play dumb," Faye patted Corina's bottom. "You know exactly what's going to happen... It's okay. The popular kids really do like it better when you aren't showing off how much smarter you are than them. And you definitely won't be able to do that anymore..."
"I don't care about the popular kids!" Corina stomped her Mary Janes. "I have to be smart! I'm the teacher!"
"Then all you have to do," Faye shrugged, "is not wet your diaper... again."
That shouldn't have been difficult, shouldn't have been a challenge at all... She shouldn't even have had to think about it... Except for that final word Faye had chosen, and delivered, so pointedly, reminding Corina that she had, indeed, already done it once... And if it happened a second time, she was going to forget all about how to prevent it from happening in the future...
She had to succeed now. She had no choice. Desperately, she waddled away, hearing Faye's laughter echoing behind her as she hurried out of the girl's yard, back onto the sidewalk, stomach churning as she saw how dark it had gotten during the confrontation, how late it was getting. Emi would be showing up soon, surely... If she could hold it until then, she'd be all right, wouldn't she? The witch had said she needed to find someone to let her use their bathroom, but as long as she didn't mess her diaper, she'd be fine, right?
She didn't want to run that risk, to give the girl a chance to pull something, to claim she'd broken the rules... And she didn't know how much longer she could wait, anyway. The cramps were coming hard and fast now, making her stop what felt like every few steps and breathe, concentrate on keeping her muscles squeezed tight.
At first, she was grateful that the crowds she'd seen earlier had thinned out, that there was barely anyone else out on the sidewalks now; quickly, she changed her tune, the solitude, mixed with the growing darkness, making the whole thing that much creepier, putting her on edge... Which caused her to worry she was going to wet her pants in surprise if anything unexpected did happen.
It didn't help that the streetlights all seemed to be on the verge of going out, flickering wildly as she approached them, a few of them indeed blinking out once she got underneath them, thinking she was safe for a moment, prompting her to rush onwards to the next pool of light. Even the ones that stayed on weren't the havens she'd hoped they would be, the flickering giving her just enough light to catch glimpses of what seemed to be movement, or the glint of eyes, right outside...
She felt so very tiny, so very vulnerable, all alone out there, trying desperately not to use her diaper in any way, when that was all that her body seemed to want to do. Renee and Dylan's house was the closest to Faye's, so it was the only one that she felt confident in being able to get to from there, but even that trek seemed to stretch on for miles, every strange noise making her jump, one hand shooting to the crotch of her diaper, making certain it didn't feel warmer, or wetter...
After all that, she was afraid she'd arrive at the house and find the lights off, as seemed to be the case for more and more of the places she passed by; thankfully, not only were the lights inside on, the one on the porch was as well, signalling that they were open for trick or treaters. She dashed up the steps, pressing the doorbell, bouncing in place as she waited for the door to open.
Renee opened the door, in a tiny mockery of an Elizabethan dress, with a very short skirt, and a corset top that her breasts were practically spilling out of. By now, Corina was almost used to that, to seeing her former students flaunting their figures, showing off how much more mature they looked than her at the moment, toddling around in her diapers, and she was in no condition to be bothered by it.
"Trick or treat!" she blurted out, attempting to push her way inside. "I-I hafta..."
"Oh, my God," Renee snickered. "Miss Gridley?"
Corina groaned. This would have been so much easier if everyone didn't recognize her... But then, she supposed, that would ruin the challenge of the 'game.' "Y-Yeah," she admitted, mind racing. "I-I wanted to apologize to you and Dylan for how I treated you, when you were in my class... First, though, I really..."
"Apologize, huh?" Renee raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeling okay? That doesn't sound like you."
"I'm turning over a new leaf!" Corina squeaked, her face twisting as another pain raced through her stomach.
"Well, I'd love to see that," Renee told her. "And Dylan would love to see you like this, so come on in." She stepped aside, letting Corina waddle in, the girl chuckling as she watched her miniature teacher do so. "Oh, Dylan!" she called. "Meet us at the bathroom!"
Corina was too grateful for the mention of a bathroom to care why Dylan would be there, if they were going to watch... She couldn't even remember for sure if she'd managed to get the words out that she needed to get there. Had Renee just seen the way she was squirming and picked up on it? That was embarrassing, yes... If it let her make it to the toilet before she used her diaper, she wasn't too bothered by it at the moment.
"Who is 'us?'" Dylan called back from another part of the house. "Do we have a visitor?"
"We certainly do!" Renee replied. "You'll never believe who it is!"
Dylan was waiting for them outside of the bathroom, in leather pants, a red vest, a ruffled white shirt beneath it, all quite tight, hugging his form perfectly. Corina had to assume they were meant to be a sexy Romeo and Juliet, as silly as that seemed.
Corina whimpered, eyes darting towards the open door to the bathroom, to the toilet sitting so close, and yet so far. She would have loved to race past them, to slam the door in their faces... But she couldn't get this diaper off on her own, so that wasn't an option.
"H-Hi," she told Dylan bashfully. "I-I wanted to tell the both of you that I'm sorry for what happened back at school... I-I was rooting for the two of you, really, I was... I-I was so glad to hear that you ended up together. I-It's just that there was a policy against PDA in school, a-and I had to enforce it, a-and..."
"Wow," Dylan spoke up, nodding. "She really must want something from us, huh?"
"She does," Renee confirmed. "And I know exactly what it is." She grabbed Corina by the shoulders, spinning her around, showing off the seat of her diaper, and the two words written there."
"W-Wait, no!" Corina squealed.
"I see," Dylan chuckled, stepping into the bathroom. "Well, I'd hate to leave an old acquaintance hanging."
"N-No!" Corina shook her head. "Pl-Please, just... L-Let me use your toilet first!"
"Sorry," Renee shrugged. "Our bathroom is reserved for people who aren't filthy little liars. You aren't fooling anyone." Corina's eyes widened as she saw Dylan return to the hallway, carrying a large, wooden hairbrush.
"Is this why you wanted to meet at the bathroom?" he asked, raising it up, letting the squirming Corina get a good look at it.
"Exactly," Renee gave him a kiss. "You always know exactly what I'm thinking..."
"I-I am sorry!" Corina sputtered. "Pl-Please, don't...!"
But Dylan was already pulling the hairbrush back, winding up for the strike, as Renee pushed Corina down, bending her over. Corina knew this was going to hurt much more than any of the other spanks she'd gotten, was bracing herself for it... Unfortunately, another cramp hit her right then, too, splitting her focus between containing it, and preparing for the impact.
"Oww!" she shrieked. It had barely felt like she'd been wearing a diaper at all, like the padding had given her any protection whatsoever. It was hardly a surprise that she felt a trickle of wetness come out of her after that, and, at first, she was glad it hadn't been any more... Until she recalled the pink liquid. Was that enough? Would that trigger it?
She swallowed, squirming, still facing downwards, as Renee and Dylan switched places, Dylan holding her there, handing over the hairbrush. She thought she was okay... Actually, she felt quite a bit better now, perhaps because she'd gotten through so relatively unscathed, certain that the few drops that had come out didn't count...
Until she glanced up from the floor, getting a good look at her diaper, and saw the discoloration growing through the padding, saw the way it was beginning to sag... "No," she whispered, tears filling her eyes even before the hairbrush smacked against her a second time, the realization that it had begun, that the reason she'd thought everything was okay because she'd forgotten everything she knew about holding her bladder, and that it was only the beginning, hitting her almost as hard as the spank.
Her outfit also made sure there was no way to hide it, as Renee helped her back up and immediately spotted, and recognized, the swelling padding. "Are you having an accident, Miss Gridley?"
Corina fidgeted, not wanting to confess to something so humiliating, yet seeing no way around it. "Y-Yes," she nodded. "A-Are you happy now? C-Can you take this thing off me?"
"Do you have another one to change into?" Renee asked, opening up Corina's candy bucket. "Nope. Well, I don't have any, and it seems like you need them, so..."
"N-No, I don't!" Corina huffed... Except, that wasn't true anymore, was it? She shuddered, praying that, perhaps, if she could do what Emi wanted that everything that had happened would be reversed, including the potion, and the memories of everyone involved.
"Really?" Dylan gave her diaper a squeeze. "You're still going... That's an awful lot of pee-pee for such a little girl..."
"I'm not a little girl!" Corina whimpered, even though that was exactly how she felt at the moment.
"That's true," Renee took her side, to Corina's shock. "She's an adult... Do you remember what we always used to say about her? How the reason she came down so hard on us for being in love was probably because she didn't have anything, or anyone, to love herself?"
Dylan grinned. "That's right... She was so obviously jealous..."
"N-No, I wasn't," Corina pouted.
"No need to pretend now," Renee squatted down, getting on her eye level. "Emi actually paid us a little visit earlier, and said you might be coming along... And she gave us a present that's going to fix your problem."
Corina's eyes widened. Had she done it?! Had she picked the right house at last?! "Sh-She did?" she asked cautiously.
"She did," Renee replied. "All you need is one kiss from one of us, and you'll finally have something you love just as much as Dylan and I love each other."
"That's right," Dylan continued. "If you kiss me, it's going to be having your diapers exposed in public, walking around with them showing... You're already doing such a good job of that!"
"And if you kiss me," Renee told her, "what you're going to love is being in a stinky, messy diaper, like the little baby you are. Either way, that's going to be the only thing that turns you on anymore... The only way you can get off..."
Corina felt like she should be used to this by now, and yet, somehow, it seemed as if every choice she had to make kept getting worse. She didn't want to be some kind of exhibitionist, flaunting her diapers! But... To get aroused by a dirty diaper... That was so humiliating, so babyish... On the other hand, if she had lost her bladder control permanently, if she was going to be wearing diapers anyway... At least she had a chance of privacy that way...
"I-I just wanna use your potty," she insisted weakly, her tummy rumbling ominously, telling her that she was very, very quickly running out of time to do so.
"No, no," Renee shook her head, stroking Corina's hair. "There's no more potty for you, little one, certainly not here. If you want to try somewhere else, you can give it a shot... But only once you give your Auntie Renee or your Uncle Dylan a kiss. Now, who is it going to be?"
Who should Corina kiss?
Renee?
Or Dylan?
And where should Corina try to go afterwards for one last attempt to make it to the bathroom?
To Martine's house?
To Persephone's house?
To a stranger's house?
To find Aubrey, if she's still around this late?
To find the pranksters?
Or back to her own house?