The Bullies - Part 3 (Patreon)

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Andrea smiled to herself, pausing the video right at the moment when Bailey's dorm room door opened and her roommate walked in, catching the girl in the act. If she'd needed any further indication the hypnosis had worked, she'd got it when Bailey didn't stop humping her pillow, even as she stumblingly attempted to come up with an excuse for what was happening, until, at last she shuddered and moaned as she had another orgasm. 

Had she taken it too far? It was definitely amusing, and yet... Should she have involved the roomie like that? It was wonderful for further humiliating Bailey, but she couldn't help feeling bad for the other girl. 

It had been pretty simple to set up, really. She'd been worried a package from her, or without a return address, would be too suspicious, and Bailey wouldn't risk putting anything she found inside on her computer... From Isla, however, she'd known she'd have a chance. So, she'd gone back over to Isla's house to get her to help.

Any doubts she'd had about how long-term the hypnosis was were washed away when Isla opened the door and not only didn't slam it again instantly, but also was clearly wearing one of the diapers Andrea had left her under her mini-skirt. She didn't have to, though Andrea found it too hard to resist demanding, "Show me your pampers."

Isla looked embarrassed, unsurprisingly, to be lifting her skirt, standing there in her front doorway, but it didn't stop her from doing as she was told, flashing her infantile underwear to the neighborhood. "I-I'm sorry, Mistress," she stammered. "I-I thought I had time to make it to the potty... I-I was on my phone, and then... I was just... wet. Y-You aren't going to spank me again, are you?"

"Hmm," Andrea tapped a finger on her lips, fighting to hide her delight that it was all still working so well. "Not yet, anyway... Although, if you don't behave, I might have you order yourself a pizza before I go."

Isla squeaked, her diaper clearly growing wetter, heavier, sagging slightly more between her thighs. She was completely under Andrea's thumb... But she was only half of the equation. "You can put your skirt down," Andrea told her at last, before changing her mind. "Actually, take it off... You don't need it right now."

"Y-Yes, Mistress." Isla blushed, reluctantly sliding out of it, standing there in her shirt and diaper, skirt in hand, for a long moment or two until Andrea invited herself in, and let her shut the front door.

"I have a little present," she told the girl, who looked excited until Andrea continued, "Not for you, for Bailey. I don't know her address, though, so I need you to send it to her for me. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Isla exclaimed, eager to be helpful. 

"I'd like you to write a note, too, to go along with it. Don't worry, I'll tell you exactly what to say... And then, if she calls, or texts, or messages you about it, I'll let you know how to respond. Can you handle that?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Isla repeated.

"Good girl," Andrea smiled. "She's going to love this so much... You two will be closer than ever after she gets it. Now, hurry up... If you can get this done and to the post office before they close, I might even let you change before I leave... Otherwise, I think you're going to have to stay in that dirty diaper until tomorrow morning."

"Huh?" Isla frowned. "I-I'm not..." Even as she said it, Andrea could see her knees bending, her face turning red, her words dissolving into grunts as her expression transformed into shock and disgust as she began to helplessly fill her pants on command, just the way Andrea had programmed her to do.

Maybe it was hypocritical for Andrea to feel bad for Bailey's roommate at this point... She'd already involved the pizza guy with Isla, and then, when she sent Isla to run down the street to the post office down the street, without her skirt or a fresh diaper, everyone she ran into, and who was working there that day... She could actually see the look on Bailey's roomie's face, however, and she wasn't there to hypnotize her to participate.

As simple as getting the disc to Bailey was, what was on it wasn't nearly as basic. She'd always been interested in computers - she suspected it was part of why she was so good at hypnosis, since she looked at it as writing a new program for her victims' brains, and she had lots of experience with programming - but she'd never made anything quite as complex as what she put on that disc.

It was, essentially, a tangled web of malware that would ensure it ran, whether Bailey wanted it to or not. It copied itself to her computer, in case she removed the disc before it did its magic, so Andrea could trigger it remotely if she needed it to. She had the hypnosis itself in there, of course, but she also gave herself remote access to Bailey's system, to keep her from deleting it, and to give herself access to her webcam and microphone, so she could watch the show, and record it for later.

It turned out, a lot of that wasn't necessary. Bailey was barely any harder to crack than Isla had been, falling under her spell pretty easily, slipping into her own diaper, doing as the spiral told her. She'd put on quite the show, both for Andrea, and the unsuspecting roommate, for better or worse...

And yet... It wasn't enough. Even having the video - which Andrea had watched, over and over, along with the one she had of Isla - she wasn't satisfied. Should she post them to Instagram? Make the girls do that themselves? That didn't feel right, either... Not that she wouldn't do it, eventually, but it wasn't exactly what she was craving, what they deserved...

She wanted to see it in person. Videos were great... They weren't the same as real life, however. Especially after seeing Isla go through everything first-hand, it didn't seem right to only have a recording to go off of for Bailey, since she'd always been the mastermind. And, really, they needed to see each other, to know that they were both going through this, together, because of what they'd done to her. Bailey didn't even know it was Andrea behind it!

Andrea could have set it up herself, but it would have been expensive, and she knew Isla could afford it, at least with her daddy's credit card. Besides, she didn't want to be stuck with it when the girls weren't around... It was exactly what Isla needed, on the other hand. Bailey, too, though that could come later.

"I think you should redecorate," Andrea told Isla the next time she went to visit, making the girl take her to her bedroom. "And I have the perfect thing all planned out for you... You're going to love it!"

Then, all she had to do was access Relaxation.exe on Bailey's computer, re-write the commands inside to make her come home once Bailey was all set up, and force it to run when the girl was alone, and everything was ready to go.

Bailey knew that, once she was back in town, she was supposed to go to Isla's place... And, once they were together, she'd made sure they'd get their reunion started without her. She knew exactly how she was going to find them when she showed up, and she was right.

There they were, the two bullies, sitting on the floor of Isla's room, which had been transformed into an oversized nursery, wearing only diapers, booties, and bibs, sucking obediently on their bottles of milk. That could have been enough, as well, getting a few pictures of them like that... But it wasn't.

"H-Hi, Mistress," Isla mumbled bashfully.

"Mistress?" Bailey frowned, burbling behind the bottle of milk she wasn't allowed to remove from her mouth until it was empty. "Y-You did this?!"

"You bet your sweet, little, diapered butt I did," Andrea grinned. "And I'm just getting started. Now be a good girl and finish up, and show your friend what kind of reward good girls get."

Bailey was, of course, reluctant to do that... But it didn't matter. Her mouth was still on the bottle's nipple, still guzzling down the milk, unable to help itself... Just like she couldn't stop the rising tide of warm fuzziness flowing through her as she did as she was told. By now, she didn't need the help of a pillow, or even her hand... Just the feeling of the diaper itself, and her body squirming inside it, was enough for her, and, as she dropped the empty bottle, she immediately let out a pleasurable gasp, shuddering as she had an orgasm.

"B-Bailey?" Isla blushed for her friend's mortifying display. She was still drinking, unable to stop herself, but, when she finished, all she got was a compliment and a, "Good girl," from Andrea.

"Y-You can't do this to us," Bailey said at last, once she'd opened her eyes, trying to sound as confident and powerful as she'd been back in high school, which, given her current wardrobe, and situation, was impossible, at best.

"I'm not doing anything," Andrea grinned. "All I'm doing is offering you a nice little treat... Look, another bottle!" She held up another pair of baby bottles. "Are you still thirsty?" They both shook their heads, probably afraid they were going to wet their diapers if they had any more. "What if I told you these were dosed with plenty of nice, powerful, fast-acting laxatives?" Andrea teased.

That, obviously, did nothing to entice them, not that it mattered. "Crawl over here and drink every drop," she commanded, and, without hesitation, both dropped onto their hands and knees, shuffling over helplessly. She grinned, holding the bottles out for them.

Bailey latched on right away, her eyes closing as she began wriggling in her diaper, already on her way to her next reward. She couldn't help herself anymore... Like it or not, she was addicted to following Andrea's commands, to being a good girl. Isla, despite her longer legs, was a few paces behind her friend, and looked over at her in horror as she approached, then forward at the bottle, knowing what was in it, what it was like to poop her pants... And having to start drinking anyway.

"Such good girls," Andrea cooed when they were finished, giving their padded bottoms a pat. "I'm surprised you're still dry, Isla... Did you actually remember to go to the potty today?" Isla blushed, nodded. That was fine... Andrea liked having her make it every now and then, to make it more humiliating when she didn't. "Such a clever girl... Not like your friend here."

Bailey had always been the brains of the operation, and the more popular one... Andrea could tell it bothered her, having Isla be praised for her cleverness and not her, which only made her want to do it more. "Bailey here hasn't been dry since she got that package you sent her, in more ways than one... Have you? Because good girls pee in their pampers, and you love being my good girl, don't you?"

Bailey wanted to say no, to deny it, but they all knew it wasn't true... As mortifying as it was, she loved getting her rewards, and that meant being a good girl.

"Just wait until you see how your reward feels after you go poo-poo," Andrea told her. "It's going to be better than anything you've ever felt before... And, it's going to happen every time you do it from now on." She could see fear in the girl's eyes, of moving past that last hurdle, of becoming addicted to using her diaper for everything... But also hunger, desire to experience it...

"Such sweet little babies," Andrea knelt down, sliding down the top of her dress. She didn't even have to say anything, they knew what to do, crawling over, starting to suck on her breasts, staying nice and close to her for when the moment happened, and she - and the camera she'd had Isla set up in the room - got to see them both fill their diapers for the first, and far from last, time.

Bailey was gone, absorbed in her snack, oblivious, but something was clearly on Isla's mind. "M-Mistress," she mumbled around Andrea's breast, "I-I'm a good girl, too, right?"

"Of course you are," Andrea chuckled, stroking her hair. "You're my silly, forgetful baby... And once you do this, you're going to forget to go to the potty for poopies, too. You're going to be having all kinds of accidents!"

Isla had enough dignity left to blush at that, at the thought of accidentally messing herself... Andrea watched as she debated with herself, glancing over at the blissful Bailey, recalling what had happened when she'd done as she was told. "Wh-Why don't I get rewards, too, then?" she asked finally.

"Is that what you want?" Andrea asked. "To get a little reward every time you fail to make it to the potty, until you stop trying altogether? Until you're totally dependent on your diapies, and on doing whatever your Mistress tells you?"

She looked at Bailey again, weighing her options. If Bailey had been no match against Andrea, what hope did she have? "I-I'm still going to have accidents even if I don't, right?" 

"Oh, yes," Andrea smirked. "You're not getting that potty training back, little girl."

"Then yes," Isla nodded. 

Andrea smiled, leaning down and whispering in her ear, re-writing her hypnosis,turning her into a hopeless diaper slut, just like her best friend.