princesspottypants

Maturity - Chapter 6

Published: December 28th 2022, 1:00:02 pm

Claire wasn't sure whether to be excited or scared when she heard the door finally open again, the sound of Cassidy and Nanny's voice drifting in through it. She was glad to have them there, to know that - hopefully, anyway - she was going to be released soon.

Unfortunately, it was too late. She hadn't lasted long at all, squirming and whimpering into her pacifier, before she'd felt her bladder give way, soaking the already damp padding around her waist. She blushed, unable to bring herself to look the older, bigger two women in the eye, watching their feet instead as they approached.

"Honestly, Cassidy," Nanny was lecturing. "How can you justify disciplining your subjects if you don't even have the simple discipline yourself to be on time?"

"I told you," Cassidy said. "I did my best, but..."

"That's no excuse," Nanny shook her head. "You're dealing with actual people, and trying to set an example for them, so you have to make that your priority, no matter what. Look at her." Claire let out a tiny squeak as they stopped in front of her, smirking down at her, and her diaper. "And I already changed her! If I hadn't done that, she might have leaked, or gotten a rash, or..."

"I know, I know," Cassidy sighed, starting to unlock Claire's restraints. "You're right... I'll do better, I promise."

Nanny shrugged. "I hope so. You're a very promising student... And this is a very promising subject you've found."

Claire gulped, happy to be getting freed, and less so about the thought of continuing to be some sort of test subject. "I-I'm not..." she stammered behind her paci.

"Don't worry, sweetie," Cassidy patted her on the head. "We're going to get you all fixed up, okay? You're going to be nice and dry again in no time!"

Claire's roommate took her by the hand and led her back to the changing table, Claire groaning when she saw yet another diaper. "I don't need that!" she protested.

"Don't be silly, Claire Bear," Cassidy cooed. "How many times have you had to be changed today already? And you're soaked again?"

Claire blushed, fidgeted. "Y-Yeah," she had to admit. "I-If..."

"Claire," Cassidy said firmly. "Good little girls are seen and not heard. Understand?"

She did; she didn't like it, wasn't fond of having what she thought were her very reasonable arguments ignored, but she did understand.

"This is a cute one!" Cassidy exclaimed, showing off the diaper she'd chosen, this one dotted with a pattern of baby blocks. "You should like it!" She changed Claire, a sensation that the smaller girl was growing worrying accustomed to, other than the moment when Cassidy slipped the plug out of her bottom.

"Oh, thank you!" she breathed a sigh of relief, though it was short-lived, as the diaper came up right afterwards to be taped into place, with no chance for her to make the run to the bathroom she so desperately needed now. When she was done with that, Cassidy dressed her in a new outfit, a white polo shirt, short pink skirt, and pink hair ribbon that made her appear to be a preschooler on her way to learn her ABCs. A pink backpack, filled with diapers and other supplies as Claire saw when Cassidy removed the paci from her mouth, popped it into a small carrying case and put that into the bag, finished the look.

"I'm going to walk you back home now," Cassidy informed her. "If you can be good on the way there, your punishment will be over. If not..." She gave the backpack a pat, reminding Claire of what was in there. "And remember, good little girls are seen and not heard."

Claire swallowed, stared up at her, nodded, taking her roomie's offered hand and letting herself be led outside, anxiously tugging at the hem of her skirt, not sure if it was long enough to completely hide her diaper or not. It was hard to care too much, in the moment, not when her insides were churning so hard, trying so frantically to empty themselves now that they could, while she fought with every fiber of her being to stop them from doing so.

What would happen if she lost? Was it being a good little girl to poop her pants? Even if it was, would doing so prove that she deserved to be in diapers? It was so humiliating, so infantile... There was no way she could act like she didn't need them, if she did that...

And she was so very close, every second that ticked by, every step that she took, causing her to sweat and shake, her hand clinging tighter and tighter to Cassidy's, almost wishing she still had her pacifier to comfort her.

She thought she was doing well, that she might manage to make it... Until, distracted, she failed to lift her foot high enough to get up onto a curb, the toe of her shoe banging against the side, making her spill forward, losing her grip on Cassidy's hand, landing on her hands and knees, skirt flying upwards, putting the bulky seat of her diaper on full display, right as she felt her tummy lurch and begin to push.

She scrambled to her feet as fast as she could, struggling to stop it, but it was far too late, her diaper already growing heavy, knees refusing to straighten all the way, leaving her slightly squatted in front of Cassidy, her face red as she helplessly filled her pants, barely even noticing her bladder was giving in at the same time.

Did Cassidy know? Could she hear what was going on, the grunts Claire was making, and the ruder noises coming from beneath her padding? She must... Right?

"Oh, no!" Cassidy said. "I'm so sorry, sweetie! Here, sit down, we need to see if you have any boo-boos."

Claire nibbled her bottom lip, peering up at her. "B-But..." she started, one look enough to remind her to stay quiet, to obediently sit down on the curb... Right on her messy, mushy diaper, her skirt riding up and ensuring it was visible. She groaned, toes curling in her shoes from humiliation as she wiggled her bottom, unable to escape the sensation of what she'd done, of what a baby she was, while Cassidy examined her arms and legs for injuries.

"It looks like you're all right," she told Claire uncertainly, pausing just long enough to make Claire wonder if she had, indeed, missed what was happening, if she might get away with it. "Let me double check... What is this?" 

Claire's heart thumped as Cassidy moved her hand up her legs, probing at it to search for breaks, to the padding between them, poking it instead. "Did something happen, Claire?" she asked, Claire bashfully nodding, glad Cassidy didn't push any further than that, didn't ask for clarification, not that she need it. She simply helped Claire up and led her the rest of the way home, mortified.

"Very good job," Cassidy praised her when they got back. "You've earned yourself a present!"

"R-Really?" Claire's eyes lit up. Maybe messing herself was exactly what Cassidy had wanted, what a good little girl should do. If it got her out of this, maybe, somehow, it would be worth it.

"Really," Cassidy smiled. "It's in your room."

Giddily, Claire scurried off, diaper squelching between her legs, willing to wait an extra minute or two before getting cleaned up to see what Cassidy had gotten for her.

As soon as she pushed the bedroom door open, she froze, a feeling of dread washing over her. Her stuff was gone, and, in its place, there was a nursery, ready and waiting for her. She'd really thought this was the end, that she'd made it through, proved her maturity, and was going to get to be a big girl again... Instead, she realized, squirming in the doorway in her dirty diaper, it was only the beginning...