The Reunion - Chapter 14 (Patreon)

Melissa was, once more, grateful for the plug nestled deep inside her, glad she hadn't just peed her Pull-Ups right in front of Karley, as she stood there with the diaper... Although, she doubted it really mattered much one way or the other. Having control over her bladder again was, of course, very nice, but she hoped this newest batch of hypnosis sank in very quickly, to undo everything the old one had done, so she could be her old, adult self, with no fear of sucking her thumb or wetting her pants, without having a constant invader in her backside, reminding her not to do those things.

"Karley..." Melissa gulped, stepping backwards, away from the sink, her hands unsure whether to try to hide her childish training pants, or her padded bra. "Listen, I know we have a history, but you already got back at me, you don't need to..."

"I'm not getting back at you," Karley shook her head, stepping forward, rustling the diaper in her hands, making the crinkling noise echo throughout the room. "I'm giving you a hand... Clearly, you need one. Look at you, running around the reunion, wearing a wet Pull-Up..."

"It isn't wet!" Melissa hissed, her hands settling on the crotch of her trainers, which did feel quite warm.

"Please," Karley rolled her eyes. "I could see the faded stars..."

Melissa backed up again as Karley advanced, bumping into the tiled wall. "I-It isn't..." she started to explain, only to stop herself. What could she say? That she'd been getting wet, talking to the man who'd cheated on Karley with her, reliving that day, thinking about it happening again? She had a feeling that wasn't going to make things any better between her and the other woman.

Karley was only a couple inches taller than her, but she was wearing heels as well, just as tall as Melissa's, and walking in them even more confidently as she approached the cornered Melissa, her free hand easily knocking aside Melissa's, planting itself on the damp padding between the woman's legs. "Isn't it?" she asked, pushing upwards.

Melissa's breath shuddered in her throat at the contact; it had been a long week, full of humiliations, and diapers, and a long time before then since anyone else had touched her there, even through the padding of a Pull-Up. Melissa wasn't really into other girls, but with her mind still on Ryan, it was simple enough to forget that wasn't who had found her here, in her underwear, who was getting ready to do naughty things to her, with the majority of their graduating class just a few rooms away, the commotion loud enough for her to hear as a dull buzz, off in the distance.

Involuntarily, when Karley kept her fingers there, not moving them, Melissa felt her hips begin to push against them, her teeth sink into her bottom lip, a moan growing in her throat. She didn't want to do this, not like this, not now, not with her... But she couldn't help herself.

"I knew you liked this, you little freak," Karley shook her head, though she didn't pull her hand away. Instead, she began to rub, making Melissa wiggle, her Pull-Ups warming even further. "I bet you wanted me to catch you, that day in the store, didn't you? That's why your panties were wet, isn't it? Just thinking of me spanking you, punishing you for for being a naughty little girl..."

"N-No!" Melissa gasped, her whole body, from her cheeks to her crotch, heating up as Karley rubbed faster, harder. "I-I didn't..." But would it really be better to admit that she'd had a genuine accident, that day? To let Karley think she really did need diapers - or some sort of protection - rather than allowing the woman to believe this was all a big kink for her?

"Just look at you," Karley demanded, yanking away her fingers, producing an embarrassing whimper from Melissa, before she could stop herself. "I've sold enough training pants to know these are meant for actual children, and yet, here you are, fitting perfectly into them, about to orgasm in them like a curious little bedwetting teen experimenting with her teddy bear at home, trying to bait me into spanking you... You're absolutely shameless, you know that?"

Melissa shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. "I saw what you have in that bag," Karley told her. "I know what you want... And, this time, I'm going to give it to you. You want Ryan, and everyone else, to see you like this? Sure, no problem... But I don't think it's going to go the way you want."

"No!" Melissa squealed. "I-I don't..."

But Karley had already spun her around, pushing her against the wall. "I'd put you over my lap, but I don't want you peeing yourself all over my dress," she said. "I don't think you'll be needing this," she declared, unhooking Melissa's bra and tearing it off, spinning her back around as she did so, exposing the woman's flat chest - free now of any help the garment had given her - for a moment before Mel could cover it, too slowly. 

"Just like I thought," Karley smirked, shoving Melissa face-first into the wall again. "Nothing to see there. Now... Wait, what's this?" It took Melissa a moment to realize what Karley meant, until the girl asked, "Did you actually poop your pants?"

"No," Melissa shook her head. "That's..." Before she could finish, Karley reached out, pushing her hand against the lump in the rear of Mel's Pull-Ups, shoving the butt plug further into her bottom. Melissa gasped, squirming, as Karley let go, the plug sliding out slightly, allowing her to jam it back in, repeating until she earned another moan from the red-faced woman. 

"You naughty girl," she scolded, sliding down the training pants enough to remove the plug altogether, tossing it onto the sink, letting the Pull-Ups snap back into place. "Now, kick off your shoes."

Melissa should have been more than happy to oblige - with the plug gone, all the work she'd done the day before, and that day, up until then, vanished instantly, leaving her feeling like the naughty child she was being scolded as, and making those high heels feel like death traps strapped to her feet. Already, she could feel warmth dripping into her Pull-Ups, and not from how turned on she'd been moments earlier, and her thumb was already firmly in her mouth, without her even realizing it.

Those shoes were the last vestiges of the adulthood she'd fought so hard to have restored, the last sign that she wasn't what Taylor had been treating her like all week, what Karley was accusing her of being... She couldn't lose those, too, she just couldn't... Yet, all it took was one stomp from the other woman, and Mel was feeling another, larger spurt of pee-pee escape into her trainers, while she struggled to comply, clumsily stepping out of the heels, too scared to disobey, even though, once she was standing in her bare feet, the size difference between her and Karley became far more obvious.

"These are nice," Karley admitted, bending down, picking the heels up and examining them. "Too bad they're practically child-sized. There's no way I can fit into these... Maybe I'll see if my old locker combination is the same, and leave them for whoever has it down, as a gift. I'm sure, whoever wound up with the locker deserves these more than you... Even if it's a freshman, they're obviously more mature than you are; anyone old enough to go to any school would be."

"They're mine!" Melissa whined from behind her thumb. "I bought them, I... Ouch!" She yelped, tears already springing to her eyes as Karley swung the flat of one of the shoes, planting it square on her lightly padded posterior. For once, she wished she'd been back in full-on diapers, ones that would certainly have provided more protection from Karley's strong arm.

"These are shoes for an adult!" Karley told her, punctuating the last word with another swat. "You aren't an adult, are you?" When Mel didn't answer, she asked again, "Are you?!", swinging the shoe.

"N-No!" Melissa blurted out, barely caring what she was agreeing with, just wanting this to end.

"No, what?" Karley asked, earning a confused, wet-eyed blink from Melissa. "How does a child like you address an adult like me?" she prompted.

"N-No, ma'am," Melissa mumbled from behind her thumb.

"Then these can't be your shoes, can they?" Karley continued. "You must have either stolen them from your Mommy, or your big sister's closet, or you wasted your allowance on them... Which was it?"

"I-I didn't..." Melissa began to speak, stopping with a squeal when Karley whapped her on the bottom again. "My allowance!" she whimpered.

"Such an irresponsible, silly little girl," Karley shook her head. "But I suppose I should have expected that from you. I'm sure you won't mind me donating them to someone who can actually use them, will you?"

"N-No, ma'am," Melissa said, only because she hoped it would end the spanking.

"Good," Karley told her. "Now we can start with the real punishment."

"What?!" Melissa started to turn around, getting pushed against the wall once again as Karley grabbed the back of her Pull-Ups, yanking them upwards, forcing the girl up on her tip-toes as the wet padding wedged between her legs uncomfortably.

"Oh, my God," Karley snickered. "You really did pee yourself, didn't you? These things are soaked! That must be why you brought a diaper, huh? Because you actually need them?"

"N-No, ma'am," Melissa parroted again, gritting her teeth as the training pants were hiked higher.

"Why do you insist on lying?" Karley asked. "The evidence is very clear... You can't be trusted in big girl panties; the last pair I saw you in were wet. You can't be trusted in Pull-Ups, because these are practically leaking. The only place your flat little ass belongs is in a nice," she took Melissa by surprise, smacking her wedgied bottom with the heel again, causing the girl to wet even more, proving her point, "thick," she repeated the action, harder, "diaper!"

There wasn't much else Melissa could do... Karley had completely overpowered her, left her bawling, in an increasingly drenched pair of training pants, with a dress she could only hope wouldn't stain... She was totally at her mercy, willing to do whatever it took to make it stop. "Y-Yes, ma'am!" she wailed, hating herself as soon as the words left her mouth.

"That's better," Karley let go of the training panties, Melissa landing flat on her feet again, rubbing her backside for the few moments it took until the other woman grabbed the sides of the Pull-Up, ripping them open, one after the other, slipping the sodden garment off - leaving Melissa totally naked - and throwing it away. Melissa gulped as Karley turned back towards her, shoe in tow still, but, luckily, she grabbed Mel's hand, leading her over towards the nearest bench, where she'd left her bag.

Melissa had already been diapered by Karley once, so - despite not wanting history to repeat - she knew she could survive it. She was resigning herself to it happening when, instead, Karley pushed her down onto her knees, bending her over the bench, already pink, sore rear in the air.

"I don't know that I can trust you to stay standing," Karley explained. "And I'd hate for you to fall and hurt yourself... That's my job. I'm going to spank you silly, and make sure you don't sit down without thinking about this for a week."

And she lived up to her promise. The very first swat was enough to get the already upset Melissa howling, and it only went downhill from there. She wasn't sure when Karley switched from the shoe to her hand, though it didn't make much difference, really... Melissa squealed and squirmed over the bench, crying her eyes out, sucking helplessly on her thumb, until, at long last, Karley let her slide down onto the cool tile floor beneath her, backside red, and swollen, and on fire.

She couldn't speak at first, but that didn't stop Karley from working, sliding a pair of white, frilly ankles socks onto her feet, following them with some shiny, utterly flat, Mary-Janes, shoes that would do nothing to disguise her small size, unlike her precious heels. Likewise, the training bra she pulled out of the bag, with its pink fabric, teddy-bear print, lace, and big bow right in the center did nothing to make it look like she had anything in the way of cleavage, unlike the bra she'd chosen for herself for the occasion. 

Karley kept working, buttoning Melissa into her uniform shirt, slipping the skirt up her legs, sliding the hairband onto her head, until the tears had slowed enough that Melissa could speak again. Only then did Karley pick the diaper back up, unfolding it, spreading it out on the floor beside her, giving the cushiony padding a crinkly pat. "All right," she declared. "You know what to do." 

There was no point in arguing, or fighting; she really was nothing but a silly, stupid child, compared to Karley, capable only of sucking sloppily on her thumb as she clumsily lowered herself onto the waiting diaper. She whimpered, lying back, staring up at the sink, far above her now, where that dress she'd been so proud of was still soaking... Along with something else.

"Wait!" she exclaimed. "M-Ma'am, please... C-Can I have my plug back?"

Karley raised an eyebrow. "That's a very adult toy... And you aren't an adult, are you?"

Melissa shook her head. "N-No, ma'am, but... But, please... I want it..."

"I know you do," Karley nodded, squirting baby lotion into her hands, rubbing them together quickly before beginning to massage the stuff into Melissa's crotch, gleefully observing while the girl, despite everything she had been through, began to respond. "I just don't know that you deserve it..."

After seeing Ryan again, after the interrupted attention from earlier, Melissa couldn't help grinding against Karley's fingers as they worked the lotion around. That was the girl's intention, of course, and Mel knew it was a trap, but, between the hypnosis, her horniness, and the intense humiliation she'd suffered already, she was helpless, clay in Karley's hands to do with as she pleased. 

And, somewhat surprisingly, it seemed what she wanted was to please Melissa. She knew just what to do, how fast and how hard to stimulate the other girl to leave her breathless, behind the thumb semi-permanently between her lips now, panting and begging for more. She kept going, rubbing more, and more, heat rising up in Melissa's body as she got closer and closer...

Suddenly, she stopped, yanking the diaper up between Melissa's legs, replacing her nimble fingers with bulky, unyielding padding, taped snugly into place. Melissa whimpered, barely thinking before she reached her free hand down, pawing at the diaper, trying to finish up, get herself those last, few inches to the top of the mountain, but, without reaching inside the diaper - which earned a swatted hand when she tried - she couldn't do it.

"No, no, no," Karley shook her head. "That's something for big girls, like me, not little babies like you... Speaking of..." She pulled herself onto the bench, sitting and spreading her legs, sliding her skimpy panties - something that looked quite foreign to Melissa, after her week - down to her ankles. "Why don't you show me how much you want that plug?"

From the floor, Melissa stared up at her, aghast, as she sucked her thumb and wriggled frustratedly in her diaper. Was she serious?! Melissa hated doing that for boyfriends... She'd never even considered doing it to another girl... Especially not one who had spanked her, dressed her up like a schoolgirl, brought her to the edge of orgasm, and diapered her...

But she really did need that plug. All the progress she'd made with her conditioning was already gone, and she knew it wouldn't come back without it. She'd be nervous enough, wearing this outfit to the reunion... There was no way she'd be able to keep her thumb out of her mouth. And anytime she was surprised, or scared, or, just about anything, she'd be peeing her pants, making her diaper wetter, and heavier... When Taylor had made her try the uniform on, the skirt had already been worryingly short over her diaper... If she could keep it dry, she'd probably be fine, though, without that latest round of hypnosis, she very much doubted she was capable of that, hard as it was to admit to herself.

"Tick-tock," Karley said, inching her legs closer together. "The offer's for a limited time only..." 

Melissa gulped, steeling herself as she crawled over to the bench, bashfully sliding her head into the depths of Karley's skirt, leaving behind the last of her dignity...

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"Good enough," Karley shrugged, getting to her feet, slipping the panties back into place. "I guess you deserve a reward."

"You guess?!" Melissa pouted, forgetting herself for just a moment, until Karley glared at her, and she felt a trickle of pee-pee invading her big, pink diaper. "S-Sorry, ma'am..."

Karley didn't buy it, bending down and grabbing her by the ear, pulling her over to the sink, where she dunked the girl's face into the water her dress was soaking in, just long enough to alarm her, before lifting her out, drying her off with a paper towel, taking all her make-up with it.

It was hard not to gape at her reflection, at how thoroughly, and quickly, Karley had transformed her back into the baby she'd been so terrified of showing everyone. The adult her who had slunk into the building, not even an hour earlier, was gone, vanished without a trace... 

She was so entranced, she hardly noticed her skirt being lifted, her diapered lowered, until the plug was slowly pushed back into place, bringing with it the full shame of everything that had just happened in the locker room. She yanked her thumb out of her mouth, fidgeting in her already damp diaper, while Karley clipped the Winnie the Pooh pacifier onto her school uniform shirt, reliving the past few minutes, since Karley had shown up in the bathroom, as her real, fully aware, self.

Satisfied that she'd gotten everything she needed from the bag, Karley walked to her old locker, unlocking it on the first try and throwing the bag, Melissa's heels, her padded bra, everything she'd brought in with her - even the dress, stuffing it into a plastic bag from the purse, likely to stick her used Pull-Up in - into it before slamming it shut, spinning the dial. Melissa had nothing, no way to get at anything else, other than these ridiculous clothes Taylor had picked out for her, and Karley had put her in. "All right," Karley announced, "Time to get back, I think."

"No way!" Melissa shook her head, not caring about the spanking, or the threat of another one at being disobedient. "I am not setting foot out there like... Hey!"

Karley snatched her ear again, proving it worked just as effectively without the hypnosis by leading Melissa halfway through the locker room before the other woman could speak.

"Karley, please, you can't..." she sputtered, watching the door getting closer.

"What did you call me?!" Karley snapped.

Melissa's cheeks lit up. Calling Karley 'ma'am' was, honestly, not that bad, but being free of hypnosis again as she did it made it far harder. "I-I'm sorry, ma'am," she forced herself to choke out. "But..."

"No buts," Karley said, whacking Melissa on hers. "It's time to show everyone the real you."