The Reunion - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

For such a small town, and such a small high school, it was surprising just how many people seemed to be there, now that Melissa was searching for somebody specific, and desperate to find them before a picture of her in diapers was shown on the big screen, in front of everyone. The rising sense of dread and panic didn't particularly help, most likely, nor did starting to recognize more of those people, and knowing they might want to stop her and talk if she got too close.

"You don't see her, do you?" she asked, though, of course, Kasey shook her head. Like Melissa, even in her heels, it was hard to find anyone specific, surrounded by taller people. "Being short sucks," she huffed. "All right, you look for her over there," she pointed at the right side of the room, "and I'll look on this side. We'll meet up at the refreshment table, okay? She can't have gotten that far!"

For a moment, Kasey looked like she wanted to say something, a hint of what might have been defiance flashing through her eyes, and then she nodded. "All right," she agreed. 

Melissa might have felt more suspicious, wondered about the other girl's hesitance, but she didn't have time. She could deal with it later, once she had a better picture to show to her former classmates, to demonstrate the adult she'd grown into in the years since graduation, rather than letting them see the little girl she'd been getting turned into over the past few days. Even if she would still be wearing Pull-Ups, they wouldn't be noticeable... Especially not as much as a diaper with nothing covering it.

"Melissa!"

Melissa barely had time to turn before she was being grabbed, spinning right into Kimberly's embrace. Instantly, any confidence she might have had left over how good she looked vanished as she saw the redhead, looking even hotter than she had at their dinner, her dress barely leaving any of the woman's breasts hidden, as if to mock Melissa for having to augment her own with a padded bra, and still coming nowhere close.

"Wow, it's a good thing you saved this for tonight!" Kimberly exclaimed, stepping back to look Melissa over. "You look great!"

"Thanks," Melissa blushed, feeling less good about that now that she had hoped, getting it from someone who, just a couple days earlier, had seen her in one of her little sister's old dresses, running off to keep her from discovering she'd pooped her panties. "You, too..."

"This old thing?" Kimberly chuckled. "I thought it might be a little too much, but screw it, right? Why not go all out?"

"Y-Yeah," Melissa nodded. "Why not? Hey, have you..?"

"Oh, is everything all right?" the redhead suddenly looked concerned, making Melissa glance down at herself, terrified she'd somehow wet herself already, and enough to leak onto her dress. "With your family," Kimberly clarified.

Melissa frowned, answering with a confused, "Yeah," just a moment too soon, realizing why Kim was asking right as the other girl explained.

"I just thought I'd check, since it seemed pretty urgent, when you were leaving..."

"Right, of course," Melissa nodded. "It, uh... It was a false alarm, but by the time I got back home, I was just so worked up over it, I didn't think I'd be great company."

"It's fine," Kimberly told her. "I get it."

Melissa wasn't sure what she meant by that, exactly... Had she seen through the lie, especially after this failed attempt to follow it up afterwards? Did she think Mel had ditched her on purpose? Technically, she had, though for a pretty good reason... Or did she actually believe her?

Either way, Melissa felt too self-conscious and awkward now to ask about Holly, or much of anything else. Instead, she said, "I'm actually on my way over.. there... so, uh, I'll catch up with you later, okay?"

"Sure," Kimberly nodded pleasantly, making Melissa feel a little more certain that she had, somehow, pulled it all off, until the other woman spoke up again, before Melissa could retreat. "Just out of curiosity, how did you know?"

"Huh?" Melissa turned back.

"The emergency," Kimberly said. "Your purse was on the table, and I saw you put your phone into it... And it's not like that dress had pockets, anyway. So... How did you find out about your emergency?"

Melissa's eyes widened slightly, her heart starting to pound. She'd just blurted it out, just as a way to get out of the restaurant quickly... She hadn't even thought about that. "I... Well, I-I ran into one of my neighbors in the bathroom," she lied - she'd never seen that woman who had been in the bathroom before, and hoped never to see her again - "and she told me she'd seen my dad collapse while she and her husband were on their way there."

She almost felt proud of the story, until Kimberly instantly poked a hole in it with, "And they didn't stop to help or anything?" 

"I, uh... guess not..." Melissa realized she was chewing her bottom lip and stopped herself, glad that she at least wasn't sucking her thumb, as she would have certainly been doing instead before that last trip to the hypnotist. 

"So, you leaving had nothing to do with the woman who came up to my table and asked if I was your mother?" Kimberly asked.

The pounding in Melissa's chest seemed to stop altogether for a long moment. "N-No?"

"Oh, really?" Kimberly raised her eyebrow. "That's funny... She said she didn't get a good look, but she thought she saw you stop by my table, and then gave a very good description of a little girl who sounded an awful lot like you... A little girl who had just pooped her panties."

"Shh!" Melissa turned bright red, knowing that wasn't going to help her convince Kim it wasn't her she was talking about, but not wanting anyone to overhear.

"Look," Kim raised her hands, "I don't care what you're into, but if you're going to involve me, I'd at least appreciate a bit of a head's up."

"That's not it!" Melissa shook her head, staring down at her feet. "I didn't... I'm not..." Melissa began to feel painfully aware of the slight bulk of the Pull-Up beneath her dress, of the butt plug beneath that, making her feel, constantly, like she was about to have another accident like that one in the restaurant. Beyond the discomfort of it, and the possibility of it slipping out and ruining all that prep work, that was another problem with it... Her rear end was filled up, making her always feel that way, so it was hard to tell if she really had to go or not.

To Melissa's surprise, Kimberly reached out, grabbing her chin and forcing it upwards, locking eyes with her, although Mel had a hard time ignoring the other girl's chest, at the bottom of her vision, helping ensure she felt even more immature and childish in comparison. "Look me in the eye and tell me that," she ordered. "Tell me you didn't mess yourself while we were there."

Even if it had been the truth, Melissa wasn't sure she could have said it right then. "D-Do we have to talk about this here?" she asked quietly. 

"Where else do you want to talk about it?" Kimberly asked. "Do you want me to take you to the bathroom? Is that it? Is there a reason for me to do that?" She glanced down at Melissa's crotch, the padded girl squirming in her grip. "Like I said, you can be into whatever you want, but I think you trying to force it on other people without their consent is kind of gross..."

"That's not what I'm doing!" Melissa insisted. 

"I certainly hope not," Kimberly shook her head, eyes returning to Melissa's. "Now, you had something over... there..." she waved her hand vaguely in the direction Melissa had pointed, "to do, didn't you? Get going, then."

Melissa wanted to stay and try to explain, but, honestly, had no idea how to, even if she had the time for it right now, so, instead, once Kimberly let her go, she slunk away, cheeks red and warm. She supposed she couldn't blame Kim for jumping to that conclusion... Probably, she should have known she didn't have that much of a lead on the woman, that she might have caught a glimpse of her when she was on her way out... Though, even if Mel had stuck around, what could she have done? The woman would have assumed Kimberly was her mother, or sister, or something... Would she have believed Kim telling her the truth, since she had refused to listen to Melissa's attempts at telling her she was an adult? Would that have stopped her quest to ensure Melissa was properly punished for her 'attitude', and her accident?

It was likely a good thing she wouldn't have to find out, although, even without that actually happening, she was still feeling the effects of that woman. Before this week, she hadn't seen Kimberly in ages; they lived in different cities, rarely bothered to even message each other on Facebook or say anything of real consequence when they did, were in different places in their lives - judging from Kim's talk about setting up an office for herself and her partners, as opposed to Melissa's sad, dead-end job, where she was barely above entry-level, with no real hopes, or desires, of even making it into management - but this wasn't how she wanted the redhead to think of her from now on. If nothing else, it was going to make any future reunions, if Melissa could get up the courage to do this again, very awkward.

Despite how lame an excuse it had sounded, however, she did need to find Holly as soon as possible, so she shook her head to try to clear it, heading once more into the crowd. She quickly brushed by the closest people, the ones who may have overheard her conversation with Kimberly, then, once she was what felt a safe distance away from the epicenter, started giving quick greetings to people she recognized, then immediately asking if they'd seen Holly, before any real small talk could commence, promising to be back around to see them later.

It was starting to seem pretty clear that Holly was not on her side of the gym, so she had already planned to give up and head to the snack table to see if Kasey's luck had been any better when she saw him. At first, it was like nothing had changed, like he still looked the same as he had back then, back that night when he'd finally given in... Then, she realized he looked even hotter, his muscles bigger and more pronounced, his face more mature.

Looking at him, she definitely bought what Karley had told her, that he was a cop now. He wasn't wearing a uniform, but he still exuded an air of authority, although that may have been her imagination, and her worry that Karley had also not lied about sending him a picture of her in that tiara, with her Winnie the Pooh pacifier in her mouth, the leash clipped to her shirt, banana smeared across her face, and her big, thick, pink diapers on full display.

Even if he didn't have his own, personal copy of that picture already, she knew he was still going to see it soon if she didn't find Holly, along with everyone else. So, despite the flutter in her heart at the sight of him - even with all the potential humiliation that brought - she tried to turn tail and vanish into the crowd before he could notice her.

Unfortunately, that beautiful, purple dress she'd been so proud of wasn't doing her any favors now, making her stand out enough that blending in was not as easy as it could have been. It probably should have been no surprise to hear Ryan say, "Melissa? Is that you?", thwarting her escape after she briefly debated trying to run off and pretend it wasn't. If it hadn't been for her heels, maybe she would have.

"Hey, Ryan," she forced a smile.

"Wow, you look hot," he told her. "Way different than the last time I saw you!"

That was probably meant as a compliment, although Melissa wasn't sure she could have kept from feeling offended, even without the possibility of that 'last time' being in that awful picture. In fact, she didn't know if that was better or worse... Her body hadn't done much more developing after high school, so any big difference was from her little helpers.

"You, uh... You look good, too," she said, almost wishing she could come up with something that could be perceived as a back-handed compliment, too... But, honestly, he really did. She'd never grown into herself the way he clearly had. She still felt - especially after this week, and being back in the gym - like the same teenager he'd known her as, whereas, whether it was all an act or not, he seemed to be projecting strength, confidence... Maybe, after his comment, not as much maturity as she'd thought at first glance, though still more than she could muster herself.

Despite everything, she could feel a wetness in her Pull-Ups, and not from an accident... She'd spent so long in high school, wanting to get with him, and then finally doing it, and now he was here again, looking better than ever... For a moment, she forgot about Karley's claim of sending him that picture, about what she had on now, about the fact that, even if he didn't have a ring on, he could be dating someone, or engaged. Or married... Rings could be taken off easily enough.

But none of that mattered in the moment. She couldn't help fantasizing about sneaking off to some empty classroom with him, locking the door, watching him unbuckle his belt... It had been so long for her since it had happened with anyone, and even longer since she'd been with him... 

Then, she remembered why it had only happened once back then, despite Karley breaking up with him over it and leaving him available. Her flushed cheeks began growing even darker as the memory came back to her, getting re-dressed afterwards, heart still racing, only for him to look at her and say, "Eww. I think my little sister has those same panties. I'm glad I didn't see that before..."

Even now, she had trouble finding sexy underwear that fit her; back then, it had been essentially impossible. There was a good chance that she and his little sister really had bought the same pack of underwear, and he'd seen them in the laundry... While she couldn't blame him for finding that off-putting, it definitely hadn't done much for her confidence, either, as she awkwardly put her skirt on over them as quickly as possible.

What would he say now, if they went off to that classroom, and he pulled up her skirt and found... those? It could, potentially, be more like, "My niece has those same training pants," which would be even worse. Or would he be expecting that? "Uh-oh... Is somebody wet?" She shivered, just thinking of him checking her, pushing his fingers against the damp crotch of her Pull-Ups. "I guess you'd better go back into your diapers..." Unbidden, and unwanted, the fantasy shifted, changing to him taking her over his knee, spanking her, and then taping her into a diaper as she lay, blushing and bawling, on the teacher's desk.

Before her imagination could go any further, she was instantly cooled off as something wet and cold splashed against her. She gasped, looking down to see her dress, now soaked in punch, which was dripping off of her, glancing over to see the now empty cup it had come from, clutched in the hand of Karley, smirking down at her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she claimed. "I must have tripped... Let me help you get cleaned up!"

"Th-That's okay," Melissa blushed, coming back to reality. Obviously, that hadn't been an accident... Although, it did give her some hope that Karley hadn't sent that picture, since, if she wanted to humiliate her in front of Ryan, reminding him of it while Melissa herself was standing there in front of them would surely have been more effective. It seemed more like she wanted to get rid of Melissa, to get her away from Ryan.

Melissa was happy to oblige, even if she really would have preferred it happen in a way that didn't leave her covered in punch. She hurried out of the gym, heading first to the bathroom, where she could hopefully use some paper towels to dry herself off, and potentially wash off her dress if she had to, then making a detour to the locker rooms, instead, grateful to find them unlocked. If she did have to wash her dress, and take it off to do so, she didn't want to risk anyone walking in on her, and it seemed much less likely that people would be going to the locker room than the regular bathrooms.

She dropped her purse off on one of the benches, hurrying over to the sink to survey the damage, and she instantly felt happy about her choice. Karley must have filled that cup to the brim... It was covering her whole dress, it seemed like, and the red color looked like it was very likely to stain, if she didn't do something about it quick. She didn't even bother to blot at it with paper towels, just shimmied her way out of it, filling the sink with water and stuffing the dress into it, scrubbing vigorously. If she worked fast, maybe it would be okay... She might be stuck in here for a while, running it under the hand dryer, but at least she wouldn't be in the bathroom doing that...

Of course, if she was in here, Holly couldn't take a new picture to replace that scavenger hunt one. She groaned, hardly able to believe she hadn't thought about that first, before dunking her dress... She'd spent so much on it, and didn't want it to be ruined, yet surely a picture of her covered in punch was better than one of her in diapers.

It was too late now... The dress was already drenched, though, thankfully, it seemed to be working. Maybe she'd just dry it off a little, go see if Kasey had found Holly, get the picture, then come back to finish drying it before the big group photo. The fabric was shiny enough that maybe, in the first picture, nobody would notice that it was wet... And, even if they did, wet with water was probably yet another step up.

"Did somebody have an accident and leak all over her dress?" Karley asked mockingly, making Melissa jump and blush, both and being caught, and at how similar the words were to her fantasy with the other woman's former boyfriend. By the time she'd turned to look at the girl, she already had Melissa's purse open, holding up the diaper from inside it. "Don't worry... I'm more than happy to help you out..."