Melanie : The Revenge
Courtney looked at the dusty photo album in the bottom of her cheerleading locker. She hadn't looked through it in over two months; she still remembered everything in it clearly, though. She picked it up, the diaper serving as a dust jacket making her smile. She immediately frowned after opening it though. How had Melanie lived through all of this socially? Most people would have dropped off the face of the earth; Melanie was one of the most popular kids in school now!
She threw the photo album back in her locker, and finished dressing for practice. She took off her jeans, and pulled on a short pair of soccer shorts. After this came a T-shirt with their school logo on it. She put the rest of her belongings in the locker, and walked past the rest of the team to the field. She was captain, so she had to be there first.
It had been a year since what they had done to Melanie; they were all seniors now, half way through the year. Half of the cheerleaders that had participated in her humiliation weren't on the team any more; they had slowly dropped out, one by one. Courtney had never given much thought to why. She just figured they lost interest. The one person who was still on the team was Melanie. She was co-captain, sharing Courtney's spotlight. Melanie was already out on the field when Courtney arrived.
"Hiya boss," she greeted with a smile.
"Hey Mel," Courtney responded. Strangely, they seemed to have become friends; despite what Courtney had done.
"What do we have for today?" Melanie inquired.
"The usual... warm ups, drills -- Coach Bennett said she had a new cheer for us, though." Melanie nodded.
"We could use one... the old ones are just getting weak, and nobody gets excited about 'em any more."
Melanie turned around, and began to stretch. Courtney watched as Melanie's shorts spread out across her padded bottom. She leaned down a bit farther, and her diapers begin to stick out from under her shorts.
"Your diapers are showing," said Courtney politely. She didn't really understand why Melanie wore them all the time now, and how people accepted it. In fact, it seemed to get her more guys for some reason. There was always a crowd of fascinated boys watching her bend over, seeing the padded bulk resting snugly around her waist and behind.
"Thanks," she said curtly. Melanie pulled her shorts down, and finished stretching. By now, the rest of the team had made it out.
"All right girls!" Courtney yelled. "Are we ready?"
They began to stretch, and go through their usual warm up drills. After a few laps around the field, they stopped for a break. Coach Bennett came out of the locker room while they were each getting water, and walked over in front of the group.
"All right girls," she said. The team looked towards their coach.
"We've gotten our new uniforms, and our new cheers in," she informed them. "Everything is in your lockers; if you have any questions, ask me, or one of your captains." The coach left, leaving Melanie and Courtney with a piece of paper. They carefully looked it over, and instructed the girls on what to do.
Through the rest of the practice, Courtney noticed several of the new recruits staring at Melanie's padded behind. Well, everybody did. They would find out eventually.
The girls hit the showers after practice, slowly getting back into their street clothes. Courtney watched Melanie take off her shorts and shirt, walking into the showers in her sports bra, and a thick, pink diaper. The new girls stared, dumbfounded. Courtney watched as older members took them aside, and told them about Melanie. She saw them slowly absorb the information, and then completely forget it all. How could they do that? She wore diapers for God's sake!
Melanie walked back out, threw the diaper in the trash, and slid on some "normal" underwear. Courtney was used to seeing her in diapers all the time; why not now?
"See your uniform yet?" Melanie asked as she approached Courtney.
"Nope... haven't been in my locker yet. I'm gonna shower first," she finished.
"Okay," Melanie said. She was smiling slightly, as she walked back to her locker. Courtney moved in and out of the shower quickly, so she could see what the new uniforms looked like. By the time she had gotten back to her locker, everybody but her and a freshman, Julia, was gone.
Courtney opened her locker, and was confused. Is this supposed to be a joke?
Inside was cheerleaders' uniform, on the hook on top. Hanging next to it was a pair of pink rubber panties, with satin lace on the bottom. Sitting on the bottom of the locker in a neat pile were sixteen disposable diapers, each rather thick. They reminded her of the ones they had used on Melanie. It didn't seem quite so funny now.
"Hi mom, I'm home!" Melanie said cheerfully.
"Hi sweetie," she was greeted. "How'd your day go?"
"Pretty good... we got the new uniforms in today." She smiled.
"How did Courtney like hers?" her mother asked.
"Not sure... she was still in the shower when I left. I'll find out tomorrow," she concluded.
"That's good dear," was the reply. "Dinner is in an hour or so. Don't be late!"
Melanie went up stairs to her room, closing the door behind her. She threw her backpack on the bed, and lay down next to it. She laughed, and then looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled, and rolled onto her back. She sat back up, looking around her room for a moment. She got up, and walked over to the dresser against the far wall. She opened the top drawer, and was greeted with a selection of disposable diapers. She closed her eyes, and stuck her finger out, moving it around lazily. Stopping her hand above a pile, she opened her eyes, seeing what she had selected.
"My, my," she said. "We picked a large one today Mel." She took the diaper from the drawer, and walked back over to her bed. She diapered herself quickly, having months of practice. The diaper was unusually thick for just a single disposable; she liked it that way.
Leaving her panties and jeans on the bed in a wad, she walked over and selected a pair of tight khaki shorts from her dresser with clothes. She worked them up around the diapers, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was amply padded around the waist, through the crotch, and around her butt. Perfect.
She waddled back downstairs, and sat down to watch TV. Her mother saw her, noticing the thick bulges around her waist.
"That's a pretty big diaper," her mother commented.
"I know," Melanie said, "but I felt like wearing it."
Her mother nodded, and moved back off.
Melanie was so happy that her mother hadn't been opposed to the idea that Melanie enjoyed wearing diapers. Her mother supported her, and got whatever she asked for. Plastic pants, flannel diapers, disposables -- everything. Her mother had only set one condition on it: she had to expect to be punished with them if she did something wrong. Melanie excepted this quickly; it sort of turned her on.
She watched TV until dinner, which consisted of Hamburger Helper and green tea. She ate quickly, and cleaned up the table after her mother was done.
"Do you have any plans tonight dear?" her mother asked after they were done in the kitchen.
"I don't think so... I was debating going over to John's house," Melanie said.
"Well, I have to go to the store; do you need anything?"
Melanie thought for a moment, and then listed off a few items for her mother. She waited until her mother wrote them down, and then returned to her room. She took off the khaki shorts, and pulled on a pair of plastic panties. These didn't lock though; they just fit snugly, cutting down on the chance of a leak since she was going out. She put the shorts back in the drawer, and pulled out a larger pair, with a more ample space in the back for the diaper. She pulled them on, checked her hair and makeup, and grabbed her car keys.
Her mom had already left; the only car in the garage was her red Z28 Camaro. She slid into the driver's seat, and smiled at the roar of the V8 under the hood. She loved her car, and her car loved her. She put it into gear, and smiled all the way to John's.
Courtney stared at the red gym bag sitting across from her in her room. It had everything from her locker in it: the panties, diapers, and all. She had to bring them home, because they would all be thrown out at school; why didn't she let them be thrown away?
You would've gotten in deep trouble if you had, she reminded herself. It was out of necessity. Her mom walked in, interrupting her thoughts.
"Hi honey," her mom said.
"Hey mom," Courtney replied. What would happen if her mom found the diapers? Her mom cleaned in here a lot... there was a good possibility of them being found.
"You don't look too good... feeling sick?" Courtney thought a moment.
"I am feeling a little exhausted. I'm probably just tired. Thanks for asking though," she finished dissmissively. Her mom left, leaving her alone with the diapers again. Did they really expect her to wear these?
"Man," said John. "That thing really makes you look sexy."
Melanie was laying on his couch, wearing just her short top and the thick diaper she had put on.
"Thanks hun," she said in reply. She looked at him; he was staring at the diaper. Everyone was fascinated by them; she was too. She smiled slightly, drawing his attention back to her face.
"You weren't... bad, today, were you?" he asked. She smiled at the question.
John's mind was racing. He loved it when she had been 'bad'; it was usually a quite interesting time.
"Want to come back to my house and see what we can do about it?"
He practically jumped at the opportunity.
"Let's go," she said, leading him on by shaking her diapered behind slightly as she walked. She didn't bother putting her shorts back on; she was completely secure with wearing diapers now. The stares, funny looks, and misunderstandings of other people didn't bother her at all. She smiled as they climbed into her car, and drove off to her house.
Time for some fun.
Courtney barely ate anything for dinner; her mind was completely blown about what was going to happen. Her mind ran rampant with what they had done to Melanie; was the same thing going to happen to her? She remembered the wheel chair, and the absurdly thick diapers they had managed to layer on her. She shuddered to think that could happen to her.
"Are you okay?" Courtney snapped to attention at the sound of her father's voice.
"Yeah dad," she responded. "Just thinking about something."
She finished dinner quickly, and went back upstairs, locking her bedroom door. She approached the red bag, mesmerized by the pile of diapers inside. As if hypnotized, she pulled out three of them, along with the panties. She made sure the door was locked, and took off her jeans and underwear.
Laying down on the first diaper, she felt slightly excited as she pulled it between her legs. Its thickness was strangely comforting; she felt at peace. The next two diapers only added to the feeling of serenity. It wasn't anywhere near what they had pinned on Melanie, but these seemed thick enough to her.
Should I put on the panties?
Courtney looked at them, her curiosity getting the better of her. She pulled them on, hiking them up till they fit snugly against the diapers. After the last tug, she heard a faint click at the small of her back.
Did I tear them?
She waddled to the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was presented with the image of herself wearing her satin bra, and a pair of childish pink rubber panties. She turned around, looking for a tear, and instead finding --
She tugged at the panties, trying to pull them down. She felt the weight of a chain dig into her skin, refusing to allow the panties to come off. Melanie must have known her curiosity would get the best of her.... what was she going to do now?
Melanie lay on her bed, in the process of being thickly diapered. She loved having John do this to her; she enjoyed it thoroughly, and apparently so did he. He pulled a pink flannel diaper on her as a finishing touch, holding in the mass of disposables he had managed to tape on. On came the familiar locking panties, securing themselves with a click. She felt an exhilarating rush go through her with the sound; she was now helplessly locked in diapers. She giggled at the thought.
John opened the door on her closet, selecting the pink romper that Courtney and the girls had used on her before. He helped her into it, securing the zipper in the back after she was inside. She felt the thick cotton material against her skin, entombing her more, completing her helpless state. The sleeves had no end for the hands; they ended in with thick cottony padding to prevent her hands from gripping anything. She smiled at John, who smiled back. He picked her up, and carried her downstairs to the kitchen.
"What did you do wrong today little girl?" he asked, after setting her in the oversized, locking high chair her mom had bought. She felt excited again as the lock clicked shut.
"I had Courtney's uniform officially changed to diapers!" she squealed excitedly.
"Oh... that's a bad girl," he said from behind a smile. He began feeding her, slowly. She took in the spoonful of strained peaches, and stomached them with a grimace. She stuck her tongue out.
"These things are nasty," she said. "Isn't there anything else?"
"Well," he said. "Just the special oatmeal..." His voice trailed off. She thought for a moment.
"Go for it."
John went to the refrigerator, tossing out the peaches on his way. He pulled out a Tupperware container, one of four. He threw it in the microwave momentarily, heating up the oatmeal solution. Melanie giggled as it heated in the microwave.
"Done!" said John, his statement reinforced by the ding of the microwave. He began to feed her the oatmeal. Shortly after, the phone rang. Melanie nodded towards the phone, and John picked it up.
"Hello," he greeted.
"Uh, hi," came an embarrassed voice. "Is Melanie there?"
"Yeah, sure, hold on."
John motioned towards Melanie, indicating the phone was for her. She nodded she would take it, and John walked over, holding it next to her ear.
"Melanie, it's Courtney." Melanie smiled. Her curiosity must have gotten the better of her.
"How can I help you dear?"
Courtney was desperate. She really had to go to the bathroom, but couldn't stand to expel her waste into the diapers that she was trapped in.
"I need the key," said Courtney. Silence on the other side of the line.
"I'm sure you'll make due dear. See you tomorrow!" Melanie hung up.
Courtney still held the phone to her ear, looking straight ahead in disbelief.
"Make due!" she shouted. She slammed the phone on the hook, and collapsed on her bed, enraged. How could she have been so stupid as to put these horrible things on? She was locked in diapers, which would undoubtedly be dirty by tomorrow, and she had to go to school. She now knew what Melanie had felt like. Just then, Courtney snapped back to attention as she heard footsteps outside her room. She quickly dove under the covers of her bed, covering up the diapers she was wearing.
Her mom walked in, looking around her room.
"Are you okay honey? We heard you yell from downstairs."
"I'm fine mom," she answered. "I was just yelling at an idiot over the phone."
Her mom nodded, and left. Courtney urgently had to relieve the pressure on her bowels and bladder now. She hadn't gone all day, ignoring the faint feeling during fourth block. Skipping the bathrooms at the locker room. Now she was stuck. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, concentrating on not going in the diapers.
She thought back to what all they done to Melanie; surely she wouldn't do all of that to her, would she? Melanie still had everything she needed, especially the diapers; her mom kept everything, and Melanie obviously had an ample supply of her own.
Courtney gasped as a little urine began to trickle into the diaper. A feeling of warmth began to spread over the front of her padded groin. Her hands shot down, and she grabbed her crotch, trying to hold it in to no avail. Everything out all at once, and she completely soaked the front of her diapers. She lay in shock, still under her covers. She began to cry softly, not knowing what else to do. She realized she was about to mess herself, and rolled over to keep it away from her skin.
Rolling over caused the pee to rush around inside the bottom of the panties, spreading eerie warmth across her skin. It was quickly turning cold, though. Courtney grimaced as her bowels began to evacuate themselves. It seemed to last for hours; she stared straight into her pillow, feeling the warm mess spread around the back of her diapers, working its way to the front.
Courtney had just wet and messed herself for the first time in years.
Melanie laughed at the cartoons she was watching on television, with John laughing as well. The roadrunner was so hilarious! She laughed even harder, suddenly wetting herself from the effort. There wasn't any way to tell through the thick romper; she decided not to say anything so she could enjoy the feeling for a while. Besides, she had been bad, right?
They watched TV for another hour or so, when John decided it was time to leave.
"I can just walk home," he said. Melanie frowned.
"How am I gonna get out of the romper?" she asked.
"I'm sure you'll figure something out." He smiled. She looked worried. Her mom wouldn't like this. "Bye!" he said in parting.
"John!" she yelled to no avail. He had left. "What am I going to do? Mom is gonna be pissed to find me like this!"
She lay on the couch, fuming at what he had done. The nerve. Especially after the oatmeal. Her stomach rumbled, the oatmeal announcing it was about to finish its trip through her system. Her mom had left for Wal-Mart about an hour ago... she should be back pretty soon. Maybe she wouldn't be so upset at this. Melanie unconsciously filled her thick diapers as the oatmeal left her in one big surge. The only way she could tell she had messed herself was the feeling of mushy warmth inside the romper. She snapped her head around as she heard a door close; her mom was home.
"Hi honey! Do me a favor and come--" Her mom stopped short, seeing her on the couch. "What are you doing Melanie? You know you're not supposed to wear that unless you've been bad... which apparently you've been."
Her mom looked around, seeing if she had used anything she wasn't supposed to. She saw the empty Tupperware container. I'm screwed, thought Melanie.
"Did you eat your special oatmeal?" Melanie began to talk, but was cut off. "I don't want to hear it young lady. You'll be in the crib tonight. You just wait right there as I get everything out of the car, and fix up the necessary items."
Her mother walked away, leaving Melanie helpless on the couch. She shouldn't have let John put the romper on her; it was going to be a long night.
Courtney stared in the mirror in disbelief. The plastic panties had swelled outward, the plastic bulging with the load inside. She looked at the diapers from all sides, trying to shift them around to move some of the mess away. It was no use though; they were loaded full. There wasn't any escaping the mess.
"What am I gonna wear to cover these up?" she said. "And the smell..."
Courtney waddled around the room, rummaging through bottles of perfume, drawers of clothes, trying to figure out what to wear. She finally decided just to wear her cheerleading uniform; tomorrow was Friday. It wouldn't seem too unusual.
She sprayed several perfumes on herself, giving her a pungent odor, almost worse then the smell of the mess she had made. She frowned at her reflection, wiping off her smeared mascara. She realized she had to shower too; That'll be fun, she thought. She should have never agreed to help Melanie's mom; she felt it was only going to get worse from here.
Melanie new struggling was useless; the padded restraints on the changing table were quite secure. She looked down at the dirty diapers she was wearing. Her mom had carried her upstairs, and removed the romper. The oatmeal had done a good job; she had completely loaded what John had pinned on her.
Her mother came into view, and set a package of adult diapers next to her. They were some brand she'd never seen before. The bag had no visible brand on it; just "Thickest disposable diapers in the world!" and a waist measurement. Her mom quickly stripped off the dirty diapers, throwing away the disposable and putting the flannel diaper in the hamper. That would smell horrible later. Her mom noticed the frown.
"You should have thought of that before doing this."
Her mom gave her an enema; a seemingly standard procedure for her punishments. After the enema, her mom ripped open the bag of diapers. They were indeed thick; Melanie could see that just from watching them come out of the package. They were pink again; they seemed like the same diapers Courtney had used when they put her in the wheel chair. Her mom used the entire package -- twelve of the thickest disposables Melanie had ever worn. Her mom stood her up, having her step into an oversized pair of panties full of balloons.
"To make sure you don't roll around much," her mother commented. She heard the panties click into place, followed by another thick romper. Her mother carried her to the crib in the nursery she had built, and laid her down inside. She rolled up the bars, locking them in place with a click. Her mother didn't bother restraining her; she just left, turning out the lights behind her. Melanie had only been in the crib twice; once for staying out too late, another time for failing a class. It was usually worse than this though, she thought. Just then, her mother came back in.
"You probably thought I was done, didn't you?" she asked rhetorically. It was still dark in the room; Melanie couldn't see anything. She heard her mom approach the crib, and the sound of plastic on metal as she hung a feeding bag on the crib. This was standard too; her mother shoved the pacifier in her mouth, securing it behind her head. This was followed by a blindfold; something new. Her mother opened the valve on the bag, and she tasted more "special" oatmeal.
She felt her mother pull on her legs, fastening them into the crib harnesses. Her arms were next, followed by a strap across her waist. Her mother pulled on this one hard, popping several of the balloons inside the panties. Melanie winced as their contents spread around the diapers; this was different though. She felt bubbles, like the liquid was fizzing around inside.
"Alka-Seltzer," her mom said. "I figured I'd try something new."
The sensation tickled every part of her locked inside the diapers. The itching sensation was driving her crazy. She couldn't rub it away, because her hands were locked into the restraints. Her mom did a few more things inside the room, finally leaving her alone. The oatmeal kept coming, and the Alka-Seltzer hadn't stopped bubbling inside her diapers. This would be a long night.
Courtney found no good way to get to sleep. No matter how she tried laying down, the mess inside her diapers clung tightly to her skin. Standing up was worse; it all pooled in between her legs, which she didn't like at all. She finally got to sleep, laying across two chairs with her diapers hanging in between them.
Her dreams were haunted by all the things they had said and done to Melanie. Except, it was her in the chair; her being fed mushroom pizza at Pizza Hut; her in the playpen downstairs in her living room. She felt the humiliation as she was forced to wet and mess herself in front of the entire school, everyone laughing and pointing their fingers.
Courtney tossed and turned, waking up abruptly as she hit the floor, bottom first. She mess all shifted to the front of her diaper, and began to ooze around the sides of the panties, running on to her legs. She dazedly stood up, causing more to seep out. She waddled to the bathroom, and tried to wipe herself off. The contents of her diapers kept leaking out, with no end in sight. This gave her an idea.
She sat down in her bathtub, and massaged the diapers, moving everything out the front. Eventually, she was left in just the soggy diapers, free as could be of the remaining mess. She stood up, and washed the tub out, satisfied at her genius. She smiled at her small victory, the smile quickly fading at the grossness of what she had just done. She looked at the clock. Three thirty. Better get some more sleep.
Melanie couldn't see anything; the blindfold robbed her of her sight. She had finished off the oatmeal at what she guessed to be an hour ago. It was already starting to cause her to fill the extra thick diapers she had earned herself. Squirming around didn't help; she had popped almost all the balloons now though. The bad thing was, the Alka-Seltzer was still really itching against what skin wasn't covered in something else. Melanie feared she wouldn't get a diaper change before school; that would be truly embarrassing. As comfortable as she was wearing diapers in front of people, she couldn't stand being punished in front of others.
The night slowly dragged on, Melanie getting bits of sleep here and there between wettings and messings. This was a very uncomfortable diaper. She was going to have a really long talk with John about this. She heard herself fart, followed by another thick stream of diarrhea. John was really in trouble for this. She wasn't enjoying this one bit; something she found hard to believe. She usually enjoyed what her mom did, but this wasn't fun at all. She closed her eyes, and drifted back off to sleep.
Courtney slowly got out of her car, checking that her skirt was covering the diapers she was wearing. She hadn't found a way to get them off, and had used them
two more times since last night. The panties had leaked again, so she had been forced to pull on two more diapers over top of them. This seemed to solve the
problem for now. She had to get the key.
She saw Melanie pull in across the lot. Courtney thought of going straight to her car, but didn't want to appear desperate. Melanie wanted to play games? So be it.
She watched as Melanie got out of her car with difficulty; she was dressed in some really thick diapers today. She must've done something "bad". She watched as
Melanie waddled off to her first class, adept at walking with thick diapers by now. Courtney wasn't good at all walking around with the diapers; she moved quite
slowly, shaking the padded bulk back and forth behind her. She got a few stares going to class, but nobody had pointed anything out to her yet.
First period went by fast, the bell ringing before she even noticed. On her way through the halls, people began to take more notice she was wearing diapers. She
tried to ignore them, and kept walking to her next class. She focused her attention on this task; she sat next to Melanie, and maybe she could get the key to get out
of these things.
Courtney made it to class just before the bell, stopping in the bathroom to adjust her diapers on the way. She sat down next to Melanie, who didn't look too happy.
She was indeed being punished; she was thickly diapered, with an extremely short mini-skirt showing it off. Courtney didn't say anything right away, letting class get
underway first. After a time, Courtney spoke up.
"Where's the key?"
Melanie sat there, mute, watching the chalkboard. She looked down at her desk every once in a while, scribbling down a note or two from the lesson.
"Where is it?" hissed Courtney. "I have to get out of these things."
Melanie still said nothing; Courtney was starting to attract the attention of her classmates. Melanie finally acknowledges Courtney by looking at her and smiling. She
said nothing, enraging Courtney. Courtney, not knowing what else to say, turned back front, fuming. She sat through the rest of the class in silence, ignoring
everybody who talked to her. The bell rang, beginning the rush for lunch. Courtney grabbed Melanie on their way out.
"Do you think this is funny?" she yelled. Melanie nodded.
"Just as funny as when it happened to me, isn't it?" Melanie shook off Courtney's grip, and waddled off down the hall, leaving Courtney standing alone in the hallway.
She pounded her fist against the wall, angry. Her anger quickly gave way to a feeling of helplessness, and she began to cry softly to herself. After collecting herself,
she decided to skip instead of coming back from lunch; she couldn't do this the rest of the day.
Melanie shifted in the driver's seat of her car, the diapers making it hard to get comfortable. She still hadn't seen John yet today; which was good and bad. She still
hadn't decided what to do, but she was still mad he had gotten her in trouble. She checked her mirrors, and backed out of her parking spot. She saw Courtney get
into her car as she drove by. She's probably going to skip, thought Melanie.
Melanie pulled out of the parking lot, into a side street, waiting for Courtney's car. She figured she would follow her, maybe take the opportunity to embarrass her a
little. She smiled at her craftiness.
Courtney's Blazer pulled out of the parking lot, and Melanie dropped in behind. She followed her to Pizza Hut. Wonderfully ironic, thought Melanie. She watched
Courtney go inside after parking, and Melanie followed after. Courtney had sat down by herself in a corner. Melanie decided to have a seat.
"Hiya," she greeted. Courtney glared at her.
"Okay," she began. "What do I have to do to get the key?" The words hung in the air momentarily, the brief silence adding tension to the question.
"Well," said Melanie, "I haven't quite gotten that far yet."
"What?" Courtney shouted. Her voice dropped suddenly. "You lock me in diapers, and you haven't figured it out yet?" Melanie nodded.
"That's about the long and the short of it. When's the golf tournament, tomorrow?" Courtney nodded. "I'm sure that will serve as a good enough platform for what I
was thinking about. I think I'll let you out after the tournament," Melanie concluded.
Courtney's face became ashen. Two days locked in diapers? Her face turned bright red after she had built up the courage for the next question.
"Is there any way I can get myself changed?" Melanie smiled.
"Well, you changed me... what, three times? You can have three diaper changes. How many diapers are you wearing?" she asked.
"Five," Courtney replied meekly.
"I put sixteen in your locker... those are all the diapers you get until tomorrow. Do you have your bag with you?" Courtney nodded yes. "Let's get you changed,
They walked towards the bathroom, everyone around them watching. When they were inside, Melanie pulled a changing mat out of her backpack. She laid it down
on the floor, and instructed Courtney to lay down on it. Courtney eyed Melanie carefully, ready to make her move.
As soon as Melanie took off the two outer diapers, and unlocked the panties, Courtney sprung off the floor, pushing Melanie out of her way. Melanie's diapers made
it hard to keep her balance, and she fell easily landing with a padded thud. Courtney quickly pulled her skirt back on, and ran out of the bathroom to her car. She
drove away, laughing at how she had outsmarted Melanie. There was no way she was wearing diapers again!
Melanie lay on the floor of the bathroom, angry with herself for letting Courtney get away. If John hadn't have gotten her locked in these punishment diapers, she
might have been able to stop her from running out. Melanie sat back up, and packed everything back into Courtney's gym bag. She threw away the used diapers,
and rinsed out the panties in the sink. Time to plan her next move.
Courtney decided she was safe for the day, so she returned to school after cleaning up at home. The last two periods went without a hitch. Nobody had really
noticed she had been wearing diapers; and now that she was back in a pair of form fitting shorts, the guys stopped caring. She smiled at how she had gotten away.
Courtney got into the locker room for cheerleading early, finding her bag in front of her locker. It still had the diapers in it, and the panties had been hastily stuffed
inside as well. Courtney laughed, and threw them all away. She wasn't going to be wearing those anytime soon.
She opened her locker, finding two packages of disposable diapers. Melanie sure was determined. She had to give her credit for that. Courtney reached inside,
picking them up, moving to the trashcan to throw them away. By now, other people began trickling into the locker room. Courtney threw away the diapers, and
quickly changed. She threw her clothes and her bag into the locker, and pushed the door shut, hearing it lock with a click. She turned around, seeing Melanie behind
her. Her diapers were very full. Courtney couldn't keep from laughing.
"Little plan backfire?" She walked off to the field, laughing the whole way.
"Just wait 'till tomorrow," Melanie said. "Wait till tomorrow."
The other girls walked past Melanie, pretending to ignore her loaded diapers. Melanie hadn't seen John all day; maybe he was sick. Serves him right. Melanie
changed shirts, and took off the skirt her mom had put on her. She didn't have any shorts large enough to go over the gargantuan diapers she was wearing; she
would have to go through practice in diapers, plastic pants, and a short top that had "Cheerleader" written on it.
Melanie waddled out to the field, seeing all the girls stretching. Melanie thought for a moment, and realized she had never gone through cheerleading while being
punished. This was going to be rather difficult. Melanie waddled over to the group, and tried to stretch, but only ended up falling on her padded behind.
Courtney laughed to herself as she saw Melanie try and keep up with what they were doing. Let's go for a run, shall we? she thought. She led the team off to the
track, and they began to jog.
"Demerits for last place!" Courtney yelled, picking up the pace.
All Melanie could do was trot, at best. The messy diapers clung to her heavily, impeding her progress greatly. Melanie soon realized she was going to be last; there
wasn't any way around it. She was about to be lapped by Courtney! Courtney fell in beside her, and spoke briefly.
"Have a nice trip," she said. "See you next fall!" Courtney pushed Melanie, causing her to stumble and lose balance. Melanie fell into a puddle of mud beside the
track, splashing it all over her. The sudden impact of the landing had also caused her to mess again, adding to the fullness of her diapers. Melanie stood up, and
could feel the mud running down every part of her. Some of it was even seeping inside her diapers.
"Tomorrow," she said to herself. "Tomorrow."
Melanie woke up early for a Saturday. At first, she was confused; but then she remembered what was in store for today. She had a golf tournament to caddie in, and
several people to pick up and take to the course. She smiled at the last thought; everybody would get what was coming to them.
She got up and showered, washing away the last of the early morning haze. She walked out of the bathroom, and picked up the day's outfit off the bed. She thought
of everything she had to do before the tournament started. After putting on her bra and slipping into a thick disposable, she pulled on a pair of white pants. They
were kind of tight with the thick diaper, but it's what she had to wear to be a caddie. She pulled on the top, and pinned on the name badge on her chest. It read
"MEYERS", showing her last name to anyone who looked. She reached into the closet, and pulled out everything she needed for today. She packed it all into her
Camaro, and drove off to her first stop.
Courtney stirred in bed with a yawn. It was the day of the golf tournament. She glanced at her clock. It read 7:45 in bright read digits. Courtney rolled out of bed,
moving to the shower. She was ready but 8:30, and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Morning mom!" she said cheerily.
"Hi honey," came the drowsy reply. "Are you all ready for the tournament today?"
"Of course!" Courtney said. She poured herself some Wheaties, and moved towards the refrigerator for milk. "I have a feeling we'll win today."
"What makes you think that?"
"We're the best!" Courtney smiled, and her mother smiled back.
"Of course you are honey. Do a good job. I'm going back to bed, now that I know you're up. Good luck, and make me proud." Her mother kissed her on the
cheek, and then left the room.
Courtney ate breakfast quickly, and was almost ready to leave when the phone rang.
"Hey, it's Tiffany," came a voice.
"Tiffany?" Courtney hadn't seen Tiffany since last year. She hadn't come back to school after eleventh grade for some reason.
"Yeah, it's me. I thought I'd wish you luck at the golf tournament," she said.
"Tiff! I haven't talked to you in a year! Where have you been?" A pause.
"I can't really say... hey, maybe I'll see you at the course, ok?" The conversation ended with a click as she hung up. Courtney frowned into the receiver, and hung up
the phone. She didn't have time to think about it now. She had to be at the course at 9:15, and it was already 8:45. She made her way to the garage, and loaded her
clubs into the back of her Blazer. She got in, and set off for Hidden Hills Golf and Country Club.
Melanie looked at her list, checking off the first item. She looked at her passenger, and told her to sit tight. Melanie put the car into gear, and headed to the golf
Courtney pulled in next to a red Camaro, similar to Melanies'. But why would she be her? Courtney dismissed the thought, and climbed out of the car, getting her
clubs. She made her way to the clubhouse, and checked in with the starter so she was registered as present. She then moved to the driving range, and began to
warm up. She thought she saw someone familiar sitting in a wheel chair at the end of the practice area, but dismissed the thought as ludicrous. She didn't know
anybody that couldn't walk. The girl held her interest though. She was being wheeled around by someone in a white jumpsuit. They were headed toward the parking
lot, meeting a blue Ford Windstar. Two people climbed out of the front, and unloaded three more wheelchairs out of the car. The van pulled away, and left the
parking lot. Three more people appeared from various cars in the parking lot, each taking a wheel chair. They followed the first woman, presumably going about
"Maybe they're here to see the tournament together," she said to herself.
She continued hitting; noting her swing was perfect right now. If she played this well at tee time, she was set.
Melanie parked the first wheelchair in the observer booth on the first hole, and left it's occupant there by herself. She walked back over to the group of three she had
left on the cart path.
"Leave her at number three," she said pointing to a blonde haired girl, "her at number four," pointing to the second, "and her at number five." The last was another
blonde, natural or not. The three walked away, moving towards their destinations. Melanie walked back to the clubhouse, and picked up the scorecard for the
player she was to accompany. Courtney. Everything was working out perfectly.
Melanie walked outside, looking for Courtney on the driving range. She must have finished. Melanie walked around, checking for her bag. There it is.
She kneeled over, and slipped several disposables into the long pocket down the side of the bag. Melanie checked the water bottle, and emptied it's contents into
the bushes. She looked around, making sure no one had seen her. She opened a small packet of powder into the bottle, and then mixed it with more water from the
water fountain. She shook it up, making sure the powder was evenly mixed inside the bottle. She returned it to the grip on the side the bag, and waited for Courtney
to arrive. It didn't take long.
"What are you doing here?" Courtney said in greeting.
"I'm your caddy for the day," Melanie said, smiling. Courtney frowned.
"Don't try anything cute," Courtney said. "I've got my eye on you."
Courtney walked back away, socializing with more of the golfers. Melanie looked at her watch, noting the time. The next four should be here soon. That would
make seven, leaving five more after this group. Everything was going great!
The starter siren wailed, and Melanie lifted the bag of clubs up. Courtney walked over, tagging along with her caddy. The two made small talk up to the tee box, and
waited patiently in line to tee off. Melanie looked at her watch again. The second group should be in place by now. She hardly noticed Courtney walk up to the tee
box, and bark at her for a three wood. She quickly complied, handing the club over.
Courtney took a swig off the drink Melanie had mixed, and began to tee up her shot. Her swing was fluid, connecting firmly with the ball, driving it into the middle of
the fairway, right in front of the observer box. Perfect, they both thought; each for different reasons.
Tiffany saw the ball bounce onto the fairway in front of her, hearing it land with a thud. She squirmed against the restraints of the chair as she was forced to endure
another wave of diarrhea. The pacifier in her mouth was still connected to a bag full of oatmeal; she was taking in just as much as she was putting out. She kept
rocking the chair back and forth, trying to get out; her cries for help muffled by the pacifier in her mouth. Those around her ignored her. How could they not take
Her body was rocked as another wave of cramps gave way to a long period of diarrhea. This time she wet herself as well, the urine pooling in the front of the
diapers she had been forced into. She wasn't wearing any plastic pants over the diapers however; it was only a matter of time before the diapers were overwhelmed,
and everything started collecting inside the feet of bright pink romper. She moaned as another bout of diarrhea came around, and Courtney walked down the fairway
in front of her. Would she see her? Would she help?
Courtney looked around at the course, taking in it's beauty. She glanced briefly at the observer area, seeing the somewhat familiar girl in the wheelchair again. She
didn't take much notice, but looked one last time out of curiosity. The occupant was strapped into the chair, and was wearing a bright pink jumper. There was a
feeding bag hung on the chair; Tiffany?
Courtney was troubled. Was it really Tiffany?
"Courtney," Melanie interrupted. "You have to hit... you can worry about Tiffany later."
The name rung in Courtney's mind, confirming her suspicion. Had Melanie kept Tiffany out of school, locked away in diapers? She focused on the immediate task,
her chip onto the green. She swung, and missed the ball, hitting behind it by several inches. The ball rolled forward five feet, and stopped still. She walked up to it,
and tried a second time. This shot was more successful, landing on the front of the green. She put Tiffany and diapers out of her mind for now. She had to win a
Tiffany made more muffled sounds of protest as Courtney left her behind. She shook the chair, and stopped momentarily as another wave of cramps rocked her.
The cramps relieved themselves quickly, adding to the mess inside her diapers. Melanie had given her an extremely powerful laxative; she had also said there was
much more of it in the oatmeal she was eating right now. Tiffany felt the chair move as someone took a hold of it from behind. She was being wheeled away. Was
she going to be set free, having fulfilled the role she was told she would be playing?
Courtney's round was going downhill fast. After seeing all the old members of the cheerleading team wheelchair bound and diapered, her nerves were a mess. She
had seen five girls now, all trapped in wheelchairs and colorful jumpsuits. Courtney now feared she would be bound the same way by the end of the tournament. She
kept a wary eye on Melanie, making sure she didn't touch anything she shouldn't. Nothing appeared to be wrong; maybe Melanie hadn't even done any of this.
They came up on the half way house, a welcome sight. Courtney really had to go to the bathroom. She couldn't explain it, because she hadn't really had that much to
eat this morning. She went in to the bathroom, telling Melanie to refill the water bottle. Courtney walked inside, finding all the stalls occupied. She stood against the
far wall, waiting for one to open up.
Courtney frowned after ten minutes. She looked under the doors, seeing the stalls empty; someone had pulled them shut, locked them, and climbed over the top.
Maybe she could climb in the same way. She tried getting over the plastic barriers, but found no purchase on their slick surfaces.
She was very desperate at this point, one hand constantly on her crotch to hold in her pee. She decided to try the Men's room, and moved towards the door. The
door opened, revealing another cheerleader in a wheelchair blocking the way. It was Grace. She tried to talk to Courtney, but all that came out was a muffled sound
from behind the large pacifier in her mouth. Courtney tried to get around the wheelchair, but it started to come forward, propelled by a figure that emerged from
around the corner. Courtney didn't get a good look at her face. Before Courtney knew what was happening though, the figure had her hand cuffed, and against the
Her shorts and panties were pulled off, and several thick diapers were slid on in place. Courtney's need to pee overwhelmed herself self-control at this point, and she
soaked the diapers that had been pulled on her. This resulted in a firm spanking on her rear, expressing the displeasure of the person diapering her. They continued
working, pulling on six or seven more diapers. They were all topped off with a pair of locking panties, similar to the ones she had gotten herself stuck in. She was
stood up, and turned toward the wall, away from the person behind her. She was instructed to step into the shorts at her feet. The voice was unfamiliar. They hiked
the shorts up around the diapers, the zipper barely making it all the way up. She heard the cuffs come off with a click, and a quick shuffling of feet as her mystery
nanny left the bathroom.
Courtney flew towards the mirror, almost tripping over Grace's wheelchair, which was still in the bathroom. Courtney pulled the shorts off, and tried undoing the
chain and lock around her waist. She had little success; all she did was irritate her hands. She turned toward Grace, who was in obvious discomfort. She was still
feeding off the bag of oatmeal on the chair; there was enough to last her all day. Courtney made her way around front, and pulled the pacifier out of her mouth,
oatmeal continuing to flow out of it onto the jumper she was wearing. Melanie noticed the feet of the jumper were darker then usual and looked wet. Grace managed
to choke forth a few words, expressing her discomfort.
"Get me out of this!" was her plea.
Courtney worked on the restraints, which came off easily enough. They were identical to what they had used on Melanie. The trouble came after she had unlaced the
upper body restraint. Grace's legs had been put through a padded crotch harness in the seat that had some sort of locking mechanism to it. She couldn't pull Grace
out of the chair without opening it.
"I can't get you out," Courtney said in defeat.
"Please!" Grace wailed. Her body shook as she deposited more into her evidently overflowing diapers. The jumper was becoming discolored around the crotch
area, and down the legs. Her diapers were leaking big time.
"I can't! You're locked to the seat!" Courtney looked up as she heard the door open. It was Melanie.
"Tee off in five," she said, exiting quickly. Courtney looked back down at her crying friend, not knowing what to do.
She cleaned up her face, wiping away the tears. She sat Grace back, and tried to make as comfortable as possible. She refastened the restraints; she didn't want her
getting in more trouble. Courtney pulled the large shorts she had been provided back on and wheeled Grace out of the bathroom. She realized the oatmeal was still
running into her lap. Courtney reached over and turned off the flow, stopping the gooey mess from collecting in her lap.
"I'm going to take you to the ranger, and have him get you to the clubhouse. They can call your mom, and maybe get you out of here," Courtney said.
"No!" protested Grace. "They'll get me again before the ranger does!" Courtney frowned. Grace was really stressed. She left her by the ranger station, with much
protest from Grace. It was the best she could do. Courtney waddled back to the tenth tee, trying to prepare herself for the last nine holes. Between the diapers and
her troubled state of mind, it would be quite a ride.
Melanie smiled to herself at how well everything was going. Courtney was completely helplessly once again in diapers, not to be changed anytime soon. The new mix was in the water bottle, the rest of the cheerleaders were in place, and the weather was nice. How much better could things get?
Courtney frowned at her predicament. The diapers were of little consequence right now; she had a golf tournament to win. She instinctively kept trying to adjust her shorts, having little
luck; they were so tight, there was no way to get them to a comfortable position. She glared at Melanie briefly; this was obviously her doing. She barked for a club, and lined up her tee
shot. She swung back, not prepared for what was about to happen.
As she connected with the ball, she lost balance, falling backwards onto her padded rear. She hadn't even been aware of the need to go, but her bowels relieved themselves upon impact.
A warm mess began to spread across her backside, forcing it's way through the tightly packed diapers. She gasped, and stared at Melanie in outrage. All she saw was a big grin on her
face, pleased at how things were going.
All she wants for me is to lose my cool, thought Courtney. Keep it together.
Courtney stood up, face contorted slightly. She was still going in her pants; she could barely stand the sensation. She shivered slightly as she walked off the tee box.
"I'm gonna get you for this later," she growled at Melanie as she walked past. Melanie followed her down the fairway, smiling all the while.
Tiffany stared at the other girls in the room with her. She wasn't quite sure where they all were; it just wasn't much fun. There were five of them now, all in fair sized room, decorated
completely in pink. The walls and floor were rather thickly padded; this was obvious by how far the wheel chair wheels cut into the floor. There were changing tables, piles of diapers, and
twelve hammocks hanging from the ceiling; also pink. The dimensions of the room were hard to distinguish because of the uniform color; she suspected it was designed this way.
Tiffany turned her attention to each of the girls. Every one of them was in the same set up that she was; diapered absurdly thick, and uncontrolably filling them. Periodically each of them
would fart loudly as their laxative filled bodies put more and more away in the disgusting diapers they were in. Melanie had really lost a screw with this one.
Each one of them turned as a door opened. Two more girls were wheeled in, and set in line with the rest of them. The two people that wheeled them in remained this time, however. They
both moved toward Tiffany. One produced a key, and the other wheeled her towards one of the large changing tables.
Am I finally free? she thought.
The duo removed all of the restraints keeping her in the chair. They both lifted her onto the table, which was surprisingly soft. They removed the thick jumper, and threw it in a bin on the
side of the table. Next were all the diapers. They cleaned her up, and left her strapped to the table. One of the attendents left, and came back with a large rubber bag. Tiffany squealed
softly as a rubber tube was jammed up her butt. They gave her a complete enema, and began taping diapers back on her. These were even thicker then what she had been wearing before.
Was there no end?
All of the girls in the room received the same treatment; each cleaned up and rediaperd, one by one. After which, they were moved to one of the hammocks hanging from the ceiling. The
hammocks thick fabric folded around them, almost cocooning them. After they were all put in their hammocks, the attendents left, leaving each one to sleep.
"Looks like about a nine iron," Melanie said. She thrust the club at Courtney, who took it with a displeased look.
"You think this is funny?" she said spitefully.
"Yes," Melanie chuckled. "I think it's hilarious. Wait till you see what we've got planned for after the tournament!"
Courtney was on the seventeenth green now; only one more hole till the end. The round hadn't been that bad, given the circumstances. It gave her a little hope to hear that the other team
hadn't done that well either. Maybe they would come out on top after all.
She winced as she felt the need to pee again. Melanie must have put something in her water; she really didn't have any control any more of when she went to the bathroom. The urge
would come on suddenly, and would be completely uncontrolable. It was almost like she was a great big... No.
She hit her last tee shot into the bunker on the right side. Sand had been her enemy today; she couldn't keep her balance in it because of the diapers. She always feel over, and everyone
would laugh at her ungainly appearence, knowing what she was quite obviously wearing. Courtney took a deep breath, and waddled down the fairway to the trap.
Grace woke up, and didn't remeber where she was. She couldn't move; she was wrapped in something incredibly soft, which just absorbed all of her movement. The more she tried to
squirm, in fact, the more restricting whatever it was got.
She looked around, seeing nothing but pink. It was obviously a large room; but all it's features were virtually indistinguishable due to it's uniform color. She looked down at herself, seing
her entire length covered by what looked like a sleeping bag. There was an extremely large bluge starting at the top of her wasit, ending down by her knees. She must still be in diapers,
She tried to sit up, the sleeping bag drawing tighter against her. She managed to roll over, seeing other girls zipped up in bags of their own. They were all just as thickly diapered; some
thicker, even. Grace suddenly felt the need to use the bathroom; she had no control over it whatsoever. Even before she knew she had to, she was using her diapers. What was worse,
she had no choice about it. What was going on?
The ball rolled into the hole with a satisfying sound. The crowd applauded, and Courtney waved half-heartedly. She waddled off the green, and attempted to sit comfortably in the golf
cart awaiting her. Melanie was driving; her clubs had already been loaded into the back.
"Come on!" Melanie said. "We're gonna be late."
"Late for what? I'm not going with you, you diaper wearing freak!" Courtney turned around, and began to waddle the other way as fast as she could.
"Heh. That's what she thinks," Melanie said. She unclipped the walkie-talkie from her belt, and spoke into it briefly. She waited for an acknowledgement, and then turned the golf cart
around to follow Courtney. She caught up in no time.
"You know," said Melanie. "You're only going to tire yourself out. You may as well just ride in the golf cart, and spare us the trouble of having to catch you."
"Us? Who the hell is us? There's more than one of you freaks?" Courtney stopped waddling, and stood still. "Why are you doing this to me?" Courtney didn't hear the people
approaching from behind her.
"Why did you do it to me?" Melanie asked rhetorically. She watched dispassionately as the two nursery attendents seized Courtney by both arms, forcing her into a wheel chair.
Courtney's attempted scream was muffled by a pacifier that was quickly shoved in her mouth. One attendent secured Courtney in the chair, as the other started a feeding line into the
"We'll have you back home in no time," said Melanie. "Have fun untill then little baby!"
Most of the girls were awake by now. Grace could see every one of them was squirming in the restrictive sleeping bags, struggling to find a way out. This was downright humiliating;
why did they deserve this?
Grace tried turning around as she heard a muted thud. She could almost see. Just one more inch. Her eyes widened and she made a muffled cry as she fell, and hit the padded floor with a
similar sound. The impact caused her bowels to empty themselves again, loosened by the shock of the landing. She squirmed even more against the bag now that she was on the ground;
she hadn't even realized she was in the air.
The door opened, and the two attendents came in with Courtney, followed by Melanie. Melanie frowned at the two girls who were on the floor. She thoght for a minute, said something to
one of her helpers, and he moved towards the girls still in the hammock. He dumped them all on the floor, and pulled everyone to the center of the room in a circle. Each girl was released
from the sleeping bags, only to find themselves in thickly padded rompers. Each of them had been asleep when they were entombed, so none of them knew exactly what they were
Melanie smiled as Courtney was wheeled off to the changing table. She moved to the center of all the girls, and smiled at every one of them.
"And how is everybody doing?" Melanie cooed. "I see we're all enjoying ourselves. This is the special nursery, where mommy sends me when I've been really bad. I asked her about
using it, and she said she didn't mind; I figured this would be the perfect place for everything."
A few of the girls moaned, and one of them responded by farting loudly. Melanie laughed.
"Isn't this fun? Now you all see how much I enjoyed everything you did to me." She looked at her watch. "After Courtney has had a brief nap, we're all going to enjoy play time. Doesn't
that sound fun little Tiffany?"
Each of the girls made a muffled umph sound from behind their pacifiers.
"Well good. You girls behave while we all go eat, and Courtney takes a little nap."
Melanie walked toward the changing table, watching as Courtney was garnered with diaper upon diaper. It was like somebody had stuffed several pillows down her pants. Melanie
smiled. She might even want to go through this later, just for fun. She left the nursery, laughing all the way
Courtney looked at the other girls who were all resting on their padded behinds. Courtney was still in the thick, pink sleeping bag, and couldn't move at all, save her
fingers and toes. All the padding she was wrapped in made it impossible to do anything. Courtney was surprised she wasn't hot; the room must be extremely cold,
she thought. She moaned as she was overcome by the urge to relieve herself again. She again exploded into her diapers, causing more and more of her mess to
spread throughout the thirsty, absorbent mass.
The door opened, and Melanie came in. She unzipped the sleeping bag, giving Courtney slightly more range of motion. She was still practically helpless, however.
"How is everybody doing?" Melanie asked cordially. All the girls looked up at her and m