CYOA: The Stepdaughter - Chapter 14 (Story) (Patreon)

Janet gulped, pressing her legs together, feeling the poofy bulk of her diaper, hearing the crinkle, and hoping she wasn't making a big mistake here.

"I'm a good girl," she reminded herself quietly, the slightly muffled tone of her words behind her pacifier only making them sound more true. That's what she had to be, if she wanted to make it through this weekend... And good girls didn't cheat, they didn't take shortcuts, and they definitely didn't try to sneakily do something they'd been forbidden from doing on their own. If her babysitter wanted her to do her homework, that's what she was going to do. If the girl wanted her to wait to use the bathroom, she'd just have to do that, too.

The easiest way to achieve the latter, she decided, was to concentrate on the former. She couldn't lose herself in it completely, just to be safe, since she didn't want to have an accident, but if she had something else to think about at all, she was certain it would help. She looked back down at the math book, stomach churning as she glimpsed those problems yet again.

But it didn't matter how anxious they made her, they were what she had to do. Gritting her teeth, she picked up her pencil, forcing herself to start working, even if she didn't completely understand what was going on. Or, rather, she realized after a moment, anything that was going on.

She was positive she had to have learned all of this, since it definitely sounded like Prissy was pretty young, however none of it made sense to her. There were so many symbols that she not only couldn't recall, she could have sworn she'd never seen before, mixed with some very large numbers... Supposedly, this was Priscilla's best subject, so perhaps she'd been moved ahead a grade level or two, but Janet found it hard to believe any kid other than a true prodigy could do this stuff.

And she was far from a prodigy when it came to math. The very first problem left her completely stumped, squirming there on the floor, feeling like a dumb little kid, one who probably deserved to be kept in diapers, honestly... If she didn't know any better, she might have suspected this was a textbook from Hazel's college days, and she was looking at things she truly had never learned, but her sitter had told her she'd gotten this homework from the neighbor, and Zella wouldn't lie to her... Right?

She flipped back through the text, resigning herself to having to learn this all over again. It had been a while since she'd had to read a book for school, and it was shocking how incredibly dense and boring it was, making it very difficult to stick to her guns, to concentrate only on it, and not on the growing pressure in her bladder, or her curiosity over where Hazel was, why it was taking her so long to finish up the dishes.

After reading over the same passage a few times, she thought she had the gist of what she was supposed to do, at least for the first problem, so she flipped back to it to try again. It definitely made more sense now, and she was able to get an answer, although she was pretty doubtful it was the right one. She frowned, fidgeting on her tummy, debating whether to try again.

"No!" she rolled her eyes at herself. What was wrong with her?! She didn't have time for that! It didn't matter what grade she got; she wasn't a student, hadn't been for quite a long time. She was doing this to keep Hazel happy, and that was it. As long as she'd made an effort, that should be good enough.

She moved on to the second problem, and immediately groaned, seeing another unfamiliar symbol that sent her scanning back through the text once more to try to find an explanation. She squeaked, bouncing in place as she felt another twinge from her bladder, biting down hard on her pacifier, which she'd grown worryingly used to having in her mouth already, having been idly sucking on it as she studied, as she fought to stay dry.

Somehow, she made it, having to reach down and check herself to be certain, worried a trickle had escaped without her noticing. It definitely seemed like she'd weathered the storm, however, giving her a tiny high in this morning of rocky lows, which instantly faded when she tried to attempt to apply the section of the book she'd just read to her homework.

It was slow, and torturous, but, miraculously, she made it, finishing them all up, and before Hazel returned from the kitchen at that. Her bladder was aching, requiring the one hand she wasn't writing with constantly between her legs, thighs constantly clamped around it, to keep it from relieving itself, yet, even more surprisingly, she'd succeeded on that front as well. As soon as she'd answered the last problem in her assignment, her other hand joined the first, and she began to nurse her pacifier all the harder, waiting anxiously for Hazel to return, not trusting herself to move enough to return to the kitchen to find her at the moment.

"All right!" Hazel announced, finally flouncing in. "How are you... What are you up to, Prissy? I hope it isn't what I think it is!"

Janet blushed bright red, realizing how this might look... But terrified if she stopped, she'd pee her pants. "I-I really need the potty," she whimpered behind her paci.

That time, Hazel understood her, or at least figured out what she meant. "Well, proper young ladies don't touch themselves there, especially not in the middle of the living room," she lectured. Janet bobbed her head obediently, but didn't do anything more until Zella snapped, "So stop it!"

Any other time, Janet would have been mortified at the implication that she'd want to do that here, in a diaper, however, right now, she had more pressing concerns. "I really hafta go!" she whined, reluctantly moving her hands, breathing a sigh of relief when she didn't instantly flood her pants.

"Well, let's see how you did," Hazel bent down, picking up the homework, scanning over it. What had felt like hours of work took the girl only a few moments to review, while Janet watched, nervous, yet proud of herself for finishing... Until she saw Zella shake her head. "What is this, Priscilla?"

Janet swallowed the use of 'her' full first name, rather than the nickname, tipping her off that this might not have gone as well as she'd hoped. "I-I tried," she sniffed.

"If you turned this in right now, you'd get a big, fat F! Is that what you want?!" 

Janet shook her head meekly; how was that possible?! She'd worked so hard! She really thought she'd understood it, too... Or some of it, rather. Had she really done that badly, doing this little girl's homework?

"I don't know what you're up to, little lady, but I'm having none of it," Hazel informed her. "You're doing it over."

Janet groaned, not wanting to repeat what she'd just been through... And knowing, for a fact, her bladder wouldn't be able to make it. "C-Can you please take me to the potty first?" she begged.

Hazel crossed her arms, staring down at her, evaluating the little girl in her crop top and diaper. "No," she said simply.

"No?!" Janet felt tears spring to her eyes, knowing very well what that meant. "C'mon, please! I'll be able to work a lot harder, if..."

"I said no," Hazel repeated sternly. 

"I can't hold it that long!" Janet admitted, blushing. "I-I'm gonna..."

"If you were a big girl, you could," Zella smirked. "And if you'd done your homework right the first time, you could be on your way to the potty right now..."

But she wasn't. She was stuck going back to her math problems again, her nearly bursting bladder making it even harder to recall what she'd looked up earlier, or retain anything she read over again to try to get the work done right this time. She almost wished she'd been a little more naughty, that she'd just faked her way through it the first time... At least, if she'd done that, she wouldn't be as desperate now, her second time through, might even have been able to concentrate hard enough to comprehend these concepts, instead of fumbling her way through them, pretty certain she was doing even worse than in her first attempt.

"I hate math," she grumbled under her breath, thinking she was being quiet enough Zella wouldn't hear, or understand her around the pacifier.

"Oh, you're just being fussy," the sitter chuckled, giving her a condescending pat on the back of her diaper. "Just like you have been all weekend... Honestly, I'm starting to think there might be more to it. Are you all stopped up, sweetie? Do you need a nice, big enema to clean you out and make you the sweet girl I know you are again?"

"No!" Janet squealed, turning bright red. This wasn't the first time Hazel had mentioned that, and, each time she did, Janet got less and less sure it was a joke.

"I don't know," Hazel grinned. "It might be my only option if you keep acting like this..."

Thankfully, that line of thought was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, although it wasn't a relief for long as Janet realized what it meant. Someone was here... She had no idea who it might be, but there weren't many options that sounded good to her. It wasn't Harrison, who could put a stop to this, since it didn't make sense for him to ring his own doorbell, so it might be a neighbor, or one of her friends coming to visit her... They might be able to straighten things out, make Hazel believe Janet was an adult, and not Prissy.... However, to do that, they'd have to see her like this, lying on the floor, sweating through homework for a little kid, moments away from wetting herself...

Or if could be one of Hazel's friends. Janet hoped she'd made new friends since high school, but how many of them lived around here? She shivered, imagining one of Zella's cronies from school seeing her this way instead; that was even worse than her own friends witnessing it. Really, there weren't any good options for her.

"Wonderful!" Hazel clapped her hands. "I was hoping they'd show up on time! All right, Prissy, do you want to prove you aren't being Little Miss Fussy Britches, who needs a good cleaning out? Then go answer the door for me."

"What?!" Janet gasped. "L-Like this?!" She had no idea who it was, who was going to see her dressed up like an overgrown toddler!

"Well, we don't want to keep them waiting," Hazel said. "It's a surprise for you, after all... It's only fair you go get it."

That did nothing to soothe her nerves. What kind of surprise could Zella have in store for her? Surely she wouldn't have invited Priscilla's friends over, not while she was being punished... She couldn't be that cruel to her new 'step-sister'... But what else could it be?!

"Prissy!" Hazel snapped. "What are you waiting for? I told you to go answer the door!"

Janet gulped, sucking frantically on her pacifier as her mind raced. How was she going to handle this?! She knew she should do as she was told, but that would mean showing someone - and she had no idea who - her diaper, and potentially wetting herself in front of them... She wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer. In fact... Maybe she should give in, and let her bladder go now.

It wasn't ideal, since it would only 'prove' that she needed her diapers even more, however Hazel might feel sorry for her, after seeing that, and go answer the door herself. It wasn't like she hadn't done that in front of her plenty of times already... It was better to repeat that than risk it happening in front of God only knew who, wasn't it?

Or... She could always say no. She didn't want to be seen as a naughty girl, but sometimes, it was necessary. Unfortunately, if she did that... Well, she had a bad feeling Hazel would follow through on her threat, give her an enema to see if it would improve her bad attitude... She shivered at the idea, wrinkling her nose. Was that honestly any better than the alternative? She wasn't sure, but she was going to have to decide quickly. She could see Zella getting impatient, waiting for a response, as Janet frantically tried to decide what it should be.

Should she...

Go answer the door like a good girl, and hope for the best?

Wet herself right then and there, and hope Hazel would take pity on her?

Or tell Hazel no, and risk an enema?