The Bullies - Part 1 (Patreon)

The first part of a multi-month caption commission from an anonymous Patron to do a series based on the Community Caption suggestion of a bully hypnotized to obey the commands of her favorite victim. Pictures property of ABDreams.

'It's all right," Andrea told herself, trying to calm her nerves as she headed up the pathway, towards the porch. 'It's going to be fine.'

It had been a couple years, after all, since she'd seen Isla. There was a good chance the other girl had chilled out a bit, had realized what an awful person she'd been when she was in high school. She might even apologize to Andrea before she had to say, or do, anything, although that was probably being a little optimistic.

If she did, however... That was, really, the whole point of this, Andrea supposed. She could, and likely should, stop there... That would be kind of a waste, though. Yet, if she kept going, was she any better than Isla, or Bailey?

The two had been absolute terrors to her for the two years they'd been in high school together, before, thankfully, they'd graduated and headed off to college. Andrea had been a late bloomer, only really starting to come into her own this year, when she was a senior. Back when she'd been a freshman, she'd been quite tiny, and didn't have many friends to back her up.

She still remembered that first time she'd met the pair of bullies, although she suspected they'd seen her before then, had been watching her and waiting for the right moment to strike. Andrea didn't like using public bathrooms - and liked it even less after this - so she always tried to hold it until she got home, which usually didn't happen, especially back then, when she, and her bladder, had been so much smaller.

"Uh-oh, Isla!" Bailey had mocked, following Andrea into the bathroom that day, when'd finally given in. "Looks like some kid from the daycare wandered in by mistake!"

"Oh, no!" Isla had smirked. "We'd better get her back where she belongs."

"N-No," Andrea had shaken her head, not recognizing at first what was going on. "I-I go here, I..."

"Very good!" Bailey had teased, patting her on the head. "This is where you would go, if you were big enough to use real toilets! I bet you'd fall right in, though... And we don't have any nice, little, plastic training potties."

Andrea could still feel that first blush, the first freefall her stomach had gone into, realizing these two older, bigger girls were making fun of her, and had her trapped, alone, in the bathroom. She tried to step around them, towards the nearest stall, but Bailey's longer legs let her get between Andrea and the door, while Isla shifted over to block the exit.

"I-I appreciate your help," Andrea had said, despite knowing that wasn't what they were trying to do, just attempting to stay positive, give them the benefit of the doubt. "I'm really fine on my own, though."

"I don't know about that," Bailey had mused. "How about you crawl your way over here, and we'll see?"

The last thing Andrea had wanted to do was get any closer, but there weren't many other options. She inched closer, only for Bailey to snap, "I said crawl! Maybe you really are a baby... Apparently you're as dumb as one!"

Andrea had wrinkled her nose, staring down at the floor. She knew the janitors worked hard, and had probably done their best, yet it was still a high school bathroom. "Nuh-uh."

"Then you aren't getting in. Doesn't bother me." Bailey, truly, sounded like she didn't care. "We have a free period next anyway. Do you? Or are your mommy and daddy gonna get mad and give you a spanking when they find out you're already starting to cut class?"

"See?" Andrea had pointed out. "You know I'm not a baby! Just let me use the bathroom, and..."

But, even as she'd said it, she knew it was too late. Her bladder was pretty small, and she always waited as long as she could... Having someone stop her from getting to the toilet had been too much for her, and, to her horror, she'd felt her bladder give way, soaking through her panties, then starting to show on her shorts, a delighted grin spreading across Bailey's face as she watched, letting Andrea know she was never going to live this down.

And she hadn't. Isla and Bailey had both snapped pictures with their phones, mocking the smaller girl, who was quickly reduced to tears as Bailey told her, "I heard if you have even one accident in high school, the nurse keeps you in diapers for the rest of the year, because, by now, you should be old enough to know better."

"You really should," Isla had piled on. "What a mess! Just look at that puddle! You should be ashamed of yourself... I bet they'll make you come and clean it up, too, once you're taped up into your diaper, where you belong."

"I-It's not my fault!" Andrea had sniffled, hoping they were lying, and just being mean, but honestly not sure anymore, and starting to be too upset to think straight. "P-Please, you hafta tell the nurse... I-I don't need diapers! I-If you'd let me in, I-I..."

"Oh, sure," Bailey had nodded. "We'll explain the whole thing..." She'd stepped forward, rubbing the girl's arm comfortingly, then wrapping her arm around her shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze, pulling her close, yet keeping her, and her wet pants, facing outwards. Andrea had squirmed, trying to break free, but Bailey was already guiding her out towards the door, Isla happy to step aside, opening the door for them, for Bailey to parade the protesting Andrea through the halls.

"Coming through!" she'd bellowed, drawing so much more attention than Andrea had wanted. "Don't worry," she'd tell anyone who gawked, or giggled. "It isn't her fault... The poor little thing just can't control herself!"

Andrea had barely felt Isla unzip her backpack and take out her folder with her schedule in it, and, in the moment, had been too mortified to waste any brainpower on it. They took her the long way, so she assumed they were heading to the nurse's office, which she'd seen only on her initial tour, and had no real idea where it was. Instead, she was led right to her next class, and shoved in right as the bell rang, so that all her classmates could see her in her drenched shorts.

The teacher had been much nicer, telling her exactly how to get to the nurse, who had, of course, not put her in diapers, certainly not for the whole year. She was still getting teased about it, however, probably because Bailey and Isla hadn't let anyone forget, printing out the pictures they'd taken and posting them around the school, taping baby diapers to her locker, writing 'Baby', and 'Pants-Wetter', and 'Goo-Goo Ga-Ga', and other mean, childish things on it in permanent marker. Andrea hadn't been able to go to the bathroom afterwards without meticulously checking her surroundings, ensuring they were nowhere close.

They had definitely deserved what she had planned for them then... It had been two years, though. A lot could change in that time... Andrea knew she'd changed plenty. And they didn't go to the same college, so some time apart might have helped calm down their more bully-ish tendencies as well.

Isla hadn't left town at all, and was attending the local community college, and living at home, which made her a very handy test case. She certainly wasn't innocent in this, but she also wasn't the brains of the operation, so Andrea knew she couldn't blame her entirely... It would be good to know this would actually work first, however, before moving on to her real target.

Any doubts she'd had about it, or fears that Isla was a different person now, who regretted her actions, were immediately dispelled when she opened the door, after Andrea's timid knock. "Oh, my God, is that you, Panty-Pisser?" she asked. "Wow, you actually don't look like you're eight... Congrats, it took you long enough! Now, where's the pizza?" 

"Well, if you don't work for the pizza place, why the hell are you here?" Isla rolled her eyes. "Are you here to pee all over my rug?"

Andrea hadn't been sure how to start, but, after listening to Isla chuckle at her own joke, she decided to just dive straight in. "Do you see this?" she asked, taking off her necklace.

"Yeah, I'm not blind," Isla snorted. "What, are you gonna hypnotize me or something?" She saw Andrea's expression, surprised that she'd guessed it right away. "Seriously?! You might look older, but you're still just as dumb as ever," Isla smirked. "Fine!" She plopped down on her sofa, crossing her arms. "Let's see you fail at this, the way you fail at making it to the potty on time, so you can go away. If you didn't bring my pizza, there's still a chance it will be the cute guy who works there."

This was it, Andrea thought. The moment of truth. She'd been preparing for this for years, since before the bullies had graduated. She'd really wanted to do it at graduation, to humiliate them in front of the whole school, but she hadn't been ready yet. Now, though... Well, she still might not be. She'd never tried anything this complex, that the person she was hypnotizing didn't want. She'd been trying little things on her willing test subjects, yet she couldn't bring herself to do anything too bad.

For Isla, however, it was much easier... Both, it seemed, to get her into a trance, and to give in to her mean side. In just a few swings of her necklace, and a couple, "You are getting sleepy"s, Isla's face had gone blank, leaving Andrea to assume the mind behind it had done the same. She could have been faking, setting Andrea up for a joke, so Andrea commanded, "Strip," certain that would snap Isla out of it if that was the case.

Instead, Isla mechanically began to do as she was told, removing her clothes until she was completely naked except for her little, pink socks. She was definitely under... But was it far enough? Andrea gave her another test, setting the bag she'd brought with her on the floor, opening it up, making sure the contents would be visible. "Take the changing mat out of here," she ordered, "and spread it out, then choose a diaper for yourself." All the diapers were the same, but she wanted Isla to know what they were, to pick them up, to feel them. "Because you belong in diapers, don't you?"

If anything was going to break the trance, Andrea thought, it would be that. But Isla did it, despite knowing what it meant, even answering, "Yes," to the question.

"It's 'Yes, Mistress,'" Andrea said, on a whim.

"Yes, Mistress," Isla parroted, handing over the diaper. Isla grinned, making her lie down and lift her bottom, taking joy in sliding the thick, crinkly garment under the girl's backside, in sprinkling copious amounts of baby powder on her, on taping the diaper snugly into place, while Isla laid there, sucking her thumb like a good little girl. There was no fighting back, no resistance... She was just doing as she was told, following every order, no matter what. Andrea liked that... She was going to have to keep it that way.

She gave Isla a tiny, pink bib and a matching pacifier, and nothing else to cover herself, to hide her bulky, babyish diaper, then made her play with the baby toys she'd brought. That really was going to be it, all that Andrea had planned to give the girl a humiliating experience, and know she was ready to move on to Bailey... But seeing how well it worked, and how awful Isla still was... She'd been a little afraid the doorbell would be the thing that finally snapped her out of it, or that it would come too quickly; fortunately, it all worked out, like this was meant to be, and she was able to sit back and watch the show.

As soon as the doorbell rang, Isla put down her stuffed kitty, climbing to her feet and waddling over to the door, throwing it open without checking who it was, without any regard for her state of undress. Andrea got a good view of the delivery boy's expression as it cycled through shock, then delight, then confusion as he looked down and saw the diaper.

A diaper Andrea was confident had a wet spot growing on it as Isla peed her pants, right in front of him. Sure enough, right on cue, Isla took out her paci and giggled. "Uh-oh!" she chirped. "It happened again! I'm such a silly little pee-pee pants!" She gave her diaper a pat, to draw his attention to it, in case, somehow, he'd missed the show. "It's just so hard to remember to make it to the potty in time! Can you come in and change me? My sitter's gonna be so mad I did it again, she'll put me in time out the rest of the afternoon in this soggy pamper! She might even spank me! You don't want that, do you?"

"Umm... I-I..." he said, clearly confused.

"Oh, right," Isla giggled ditzily, after patting the sides of her diaper. "I don't have pockets! You're gonna hafta come in and talk to my sitter anyway, she has the money. I really hope she doesn't offer to let you take my diaper down and spank me yourself! That would be so embarrassing!"

Andrea had no doubt it would be... And that it was going to be, as the bewildered delivery person walked towards her, and she readied her necklace again. She had a feeling she wouldn't have any trouble hypnotizing him, too, and that he wouldn't mind helping her out a bit. She could do it herself, of course, but it would be so much more fun to watch Isla getting spanked silly by the guy she clearly had a crush on, then sent to the corner in her wet diaper. Besides, that would allow her to return the 'favor' the bullies had done for her, and record it all, so Isla could relive it whenever she wanted to... Or Andrea made her watch it.