No Boys Allowed - Part 2 (Patreon)

Samantha was certain she was still dreaming as her eyes drifted open, showing her a room she'd never been in before, mouth full of milk before she was even completely awake. She could tell, right away, it wasn't normal milk... It was sweeter, and perhaps thicker, although it had been so long since she'd had normal milk, she could have been mistaken. She wrinkled her nose, trying to squirm away, but it kept following her, her sleepy mouth continuing to mindlessly suckle until her brain finally processed what she was wearing, and she woke all the way up in an instant.

"What the hell?!" she squealed, pawing at the bulge under her onesie, stomach churning as she heard it crinkle beneath her fingers, confirming what she'd already suspected. "What did you do?!"

"I'm so sorry," Lucy said, not sounding the least bit like that was true. "This is what I have to do for roomies I can't trust."

"Wh-What do you mean?" Samantha gulped, fidgeting in place, worried she knew.

"You were so drunk last night, sweetie," Lucy told her. Samantha didn't remember much of the previous night, though she did recall drinking more than usual. And it had to be true... Otherwise, she would have noticed being brought here, instead of her own room, and getting her clothes changed. "And when I helped you get your panties off, they were a little wet, so... I'm afraid I have to ask... Do you have a potty problem, Sammi?"

"N-No," Sammi fibbed, immediately seeing the look on Lucy's face, and knowing that wasn't going to work. "Only when I drink," she admitted.

"And you didn't think to warn me?" Lucy shook her head. "In my experience, little girls who go pee-pee in their pants when they're drunk do it when they're sober, too."

"I don't!" Samantha insisted, feeling her roomie's penetrating gaze on her again. "N-Not in a long time, anyway..."

"How long is 'a long time?'" Lucy demanded. Samantha didn't have a definitive answer for her. "I'll tell you what, little girl," the woman continued, making Sammi blush and fidget, "if I unsnap this onesie, and your diaper is still dry, I'll believe you... For now."

Sammi wiggled away from Lucy's fingers nervously. "A-And if it isn't?"

Lucy grinned, and Samantha knew she'd made a mistake. Of course, there wasn't anything she could really do... How long would she have been able to hide it?! Still, seeing that expression on the other woman's face made her feel so small, and vulnerable, like a bunny about to be plucked off the ground by a hawk.

"Then that means you're staying in diapers until I believe you don't need them," Lucy told her, grabbing at the onesie again, Samantha running out of room to avoid her as she bumped into the bars on the other side.

"I-It's not my fault!" Sammi insisted, blushing. "I-It probably happened while I was still asleep, and drunk, and..."

"Then you're a bedwetter?" Lucy cut her off. "That makes me extra glad I found out now, before you ruined one of my good mattresses." 

"N-No!" Samantha shook her head. "I-I..." She went silent at the sound of the snaps coming undone, the feeling of Lucy's fingers pressing against the padding.

"Honestly," Lucy shook her head. "I thought you were mature enough I wouldn't have to worry about this... Well, come on. You need to get ready for work. I'm going to trust you to dress yourself properly... And I think you know what I mean, young lady."