Published: April 20th 2023, 12:00:02 pm
Grace walked into her dorm room, immediately cringing and whispering, "Sorry!" as she realized her roommate, Renee, was sleeping, only to roll her eyes at herself. It was her natural instinct, but, of course, saying that out loud was probably louder than her opening the door in the first place, and more likely to wake the other girl up.
Thankfully, Renee was pretty deep. From how late she'd gotten home herself, Grace had to assume she'd partied pretty late the night before. She wondered if she should wake her up so she wouldn't be late for class, or at least be nice and go grab her some breakfast from the cafeteria while it was still open, or just assume that she'd probably be out until lunch anyway, and would prefer to take the absence and get some more rest.
Instead, she smiled slightly, sitting down gingerly on the edge of her own bed. Renee looked so cute, so peaceful... And, from this close, Grace could see she had her thumb in her mouth. It melted her heart a little, seeing it, making her think of one of her old friends, Vicki, who had gotten caught doing the same thing at a sleepover and gotten teased about it. Grace had been the first to notice then, too, though she'd kept quiet, a part of her wondering if that might mean Vicki was like her, even if the more likely answer was that she was asleep, her body running off of old instincts as it searched for comforts, mind unable to protect it by projecting her usual maturity.
The same thing was happening here, Grace was certain... And another thing Renee's mind could defend against happened as Renee rolled over, her nightshirt riding up, exposing her panties. There was one thing that would have helped with that, however, and as soon as Grace thought of it, she couldn't resist, pulling out her sketchbook and the pencil. Renee would probably find it creepy if she woke up and saw her sitting there, drawing her, but surely she'd have time for a quick sketch before that happened...
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Vicki yawned and stretched, intending to cuddle back up a moment later, only to be distracted by a strange sensation. Drowsily, not thinking about it at all, she pushed her thumb deeper into her mouth, sucking on it a bit harder, giving her backside a half-hearted wiggle.
It was weird, she mused, that the shirt she'd gone to sleep in was reacting so much to that, that moving there made it go a bit tighter in the shoulders, like it was being tugged downwards. And what was that sound she was hearing? It was faint, yet so familiar...
Reluctantly, her eyes blinked open, double-checking that she was still in her dorm room, that she hadn't been kidnapped or anything in her sleep. She frowned, blushed, realizing at last that she was sucking her thumb and trying to remove it from her lips, not wanting a repeat of last time, to be known for the rest of her college career as a thumbsucker.
It wouldn't budge. She whined, glad it was there to muffle some of the sound, to keep her roommate from hearing her, but annoyed - and confused - regardless. What was going on?! No matter what she did, it stayed there, trapped in her mouth, which kept nursing at it, the motion making her eyelids heavy despite her growing panic.
After a few seconds, she attempted to look at her hand to see what was happening, droopy eyes crossing, then seeing beyond. She whimpered, bafflement increasing when she saw that her sleep shorts were gone, that her nightshirt was longer than she remembered, tucked snugly between her legs... But, no, it wasn't tucked, not quite. It was more than that. Her free hand wandered to it, feeling a series of snaps running along the center of it, keeping it securely in place...
And, more than that, she felt something beneath that shirt, something big and bulky, the contact making that noise return, her heart pounding as she recognized it as a crinkling, as she put it all together.
She was wearing a diaper and a onesie, and sucking her thumb, like the baby the mean girls had called her for years after the story about the sleepover had spread to them. She groaned, fighting hard to remain silent, more determined than ever not to let her roomie hear her, to cause her to wake up and find her this way...
But she was getting so, so sleepy... No amount of freaking out could change that, nor the sudden, intense pain in her tummy, or the sensation of pushing, the feeling of her diaper beginning to expand, as, to her horror, she began to fill it, guaranteeing that, if anyone did find her sleeping like this, there would be no way to deny that she was, indeed, a baby... And, as tired as she was, it was hard to believe her roommate wouldn't get up before her...
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Grace blushed, a part of her wondering if she'd gone too far. She hadn't been able to help herself, seeing Vicki like that, so sweet and sleepy... The only thing that could have made it cuter, she'd decided, was if her diaper was used, and, in a onesie, there was only one way that could happen that would be noticeable from the outside.
Renee really would be weirded out if she saw this, however, she knew, so she stuffed her sketchbook back in her bag and went back out of the room, afraid the girl would be able to see it in her face, somehow, if she woke up too soon. Maybe she would go get her something to eat after all...
Breakfast hours were winding down at the cafeteria, with most of the stuff starting to be put away. She hadn't planned on trying to take pancakes or eggs back to the room anyway, though, going over to grab a miniature box of cereal. She paused, spotting the bowls of instant oatmeal, sitting there sadly. Who would ever eat those?! She'd thought the same thing the first time she'd seen them, and promptly ignored them since. Were they the same ones now?
She giggled, a silly idea coming to her as she hurried out of the cafeteria, a couple boxes of cereal in her bag, knowing exactly which of her old friends to use for it once she found a private spot to draw...
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"No, seriously," Eryn said. "I'm good... I don't do breakfast."
"It's the most important meal of the day," Mindy teased. "And they did scan your card..."
"I'm on a meal plan," Eryn shrugged, holding up her cup of coffee, taking a sip and putting it back down. "And I got this... I just like to study in here before classes, you know?"
"All right," Mindy gave in, the same way she did every morning they ran into each other in the cafeteria. "If you say so."
"I do," Eryn replied smugly, glad to have won the argument again, as she always did. She reached for her coffee again; when she lifted it to her lips, however, it felt different somehow. She frowned, blinking down at it, realizing that she'd picked up not her cup but a baby bottle filled with milk. "Where did this...?" she furrowed her brow in confusion, setting it back down on the table.
Except, it wasn't the table, either. There was a tray in front of her, locked firmly into place over her lap. "Wh-What..?!" She squirmed, looking over the sides of it, a sense of vertigo hitting her when she saw that her chair had grown much taller, that her feet were dangling high in the air, and completely bare other than a pair of pink booties.
She gasped, eyes moving upwards, recognizing now that her shirt was gone, too, replaced with an oversized, matching pink bib. The only other thing on her body, the waistband peeking up from beneath the high chair's tray, was a bulky, disposable diaper.
Or, rather, that was the only other piece of clothing on her... She was also covered in bits of oatmeal, dribbled down her bib and chest. She could feel it caked on her face as well, and her stomach felt very full in a way it hadn't this early in the morning for years. "Wh-What is going on?!" she demanded, kicking her feet uselessly, cheeks burning, feeling her outburst draw more eyes to her as the other students in the cafeteria looked to see who the fussy baby was in their midst.
"You know very well, young lady!" A stern-looking older woman in a cafeteria worker's uniform told her, making Eryn flinch as she glanced up to see her standing there, a bowl of instant oatmeal in one hand, a spoon in the other, Eryn's tummy churning when she noticed how many more bowls were sitting on the tray, waiting, as opposed to the relatively smaller stack of empty ones on the table behind the woman. "We have to get rid of all of these before they expire!"
"No!" Eryn wailed, the woman taking the opportunity to push the spoonful of mush into her mouth. "I don't like breakfast!" she mumbled around it, sending it spraying onto herself, answering the question of how she'd gotten so messy.
"You do now," the woman informed her, scraping together another spoonful. "Open wide!"
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Grace hadn't even intended, at first, to draw Eryn wearing so little, but it had made sense with the picture. If anyone were to see it, however... She squirmed in her seat on the bench, knowing it would be so easy for her to be caught, for everyone to know what a perv she was being, even if they wouldn't recognize the people she was drawing here.
In fact... She fidgeted again. It was nice to have all these ideas coming all of the sudden, though she wished at least one or two of them were things she could show to other people. This one was so good, and it felt so right... She didn't have a ton of time before class, yet she couldn't help herself, flipping the page and starting a new picture, pencil moving quickly, trying to get it done while it was still fresh on her mind...
This one was really more about the implication, about what could happen... She'd always thought, from the moment she'd gone to her next class for the first time, that the teacher's desk was huge, that it was practically designed to punish a naughty student on top of, to push them over it for a spanking, to change their diapers on top of in front of the rest of the class... And there was such a convenient corner in that room, right between two chalkboards...
That was where she drew the figure, standing there, the skirt of her tiny babydoll dress tucked into the back of her diaper, marks on the backs of her thighs to show she'd already been disciplined once. Twice if you counted what had happened on the diaper changing pad spread out on the desk, a heap of discarded big girl clothes on the floor beside it. Next to the pad on the desk were an array of paddles, enema bags, butt plugs, vibrators, anything she could think of.
And attached to the chalkboard, hanging there to show the other students why she was being punished like this, were tiny versions of her other pictures. There was something fun about drawing those, in particular, about leaning in close to try to get as many of the details right in such a small space as she could... And, when she was done with that, she moved over, at last, to the face of the figure in the corner, peeking out to see what was going to happen to her next, despite knowing that, if she was caught, that would make it worse for her. There was only one person it could be, of course, and that would be the most embarrassing of all if anyone found her sketchbook, if they realized she actually wanted to have all this stuff done to her...
"What are you so busy with, young lady?"
Grace flinched, looking up from her artwork, stomach lurching, head spinning. She was no longer on the bench... She was in class, the very class she'd just been drawing... And, to her horror, the teacher's desk was set up in exactly the same way, except a diaper was sitting in the middle of the changing pad now, waiting, the dress folded up beside it.
"W-Wait..." she frowned. "Wh-What..?"
It was impossible... It had just been a drawing, a fantasy... And if, somehow, she'd brought that to life... What did that mean for the other ones she'd done, for her friends?!
She gasped as the sketchbook was yanked free of her distracted hands, held far above her head, out of her reach, as she sat there, squirming, watching her teacher thumb through it. "Well, well, well," he shook his head. "Such a naughty girl... But don't worry... I know exactly how to deal with those." Grace gulped, certain that he was telling the truth... And that, true to her picture, he was about to give her everything she'd ever fantasized, whether she liked it or not.