CYOA: The Stepdaughter - Chapter 27 (Story) (Patreon)

It had to be the TV... Janet knew it could get up pretty loud, so it only made sense for that to be what she was hearing. There was a definite limit to how quickly she could move, stuck on all fours as she was, but she made herself creep along a bit faster, the thought of a clean, fresh diaper motivating her...

Until she turned the corner, and saw what was waiting for her in the living room. Her stomach churned, her mouth working harder and harder at the pacifier as she crouched there, faced with the truth about what she'd been hearing, instantly regretting her decision. A new diaper would be wonderful... However, was it worth facing... them?!

They were all sitting together, chatting, laughing, not noticing her, down on her hands and knees, in her childish PJ shirt and giant diaper. It wasn't all that different from the way things had been at school, though, of course, she hadn't dressed as immaturely, and could walk by herself... Not that those facts had stopped the girls from teasing her.

She couldn't face them like this, couldn't let them see her... It was hard to imagine a worse outcome than this, another group of people she'd want to see in her living room than these girls. She wiggled her bottom, whimpering softly, crawling backwards, eyes widening to see one of them stand up, carrying an empty beer bottle, heading straight for her, far faster than the sleepy, well-padded Janet could...

"Well, well, well," Deanna grinned, spotting Janet. "What do we have here?"

She knelt down, Janet freezing in place, her frenzied attempt at escape having failed spectacularly, as she felt the eyes of the rest of the party turning towards her. She wanted to reach up, to pull at the hem of her shirt... But what good would it do, really? There was no hiding it now...

"You must be little Prissy!" Deanna patted her on the head. "We've heard so much about you! I was hoping we'd get to meet you, cutie! Come on, why don't you come in?"

Janet shook her head, sniffling, ready to crawl back to the crib after all, if those were her options, willing to wait on the diaper change. Unfortunately, Zella snapped, "Prissy, you get your stinky bottom in here right now, young lady!"

Deanna smirked, standing up and stepping aside, giving her a clear path into the midst of the party. Janet could see the changing pad sitting in the middle of the floor now, a diaper open and waiting in the middle of it, surrounded by booster pads, powder, lotion, wipes... Obviously, this change wasn't just for her benefit; it was part of the entertainment for the party.

Janet was relieved to see there were no boys there, and yet, this still seemed like it was going too far, that it was far too cruel for Hazel to do to someone she thought was her new little sister. What was she going to do about it, though?! Janet couldn't stand up to her... She couldn't even stand right now.

"Isn't she adorable?" Lina cooed, clasping her hands together, leaning forward to get a better look at Janet as she hesitantly crawled forward, Deanna blocking her path out of the room, leaving her no choice other than to keep moving ahead. "I'm so jealous, Zella! I want a little sister like that!"

"You can have her," Hazel chuckled. "You have no idea how much of a nuisance she can be."

"Aww, don't be mean," Deanna's voice made Janet jump, coming from closer than she'd anticipated. Janet turned her head, seeing the girl right behind her, patting her on the bottom now, pushing her further in, nearer to the changing mat, with a squish. "She can't help it!"

"Y-Yes, I can," Janet squeaked automatically, finally speaking up, before thinking about it, her voice sounding so quiet and meek compared to the bigger girls, unable to accept that they were all younger than her... It had been mortifying enough, back in high school, getting bullied by them... Now, having them see her like this, on her hands and knees, in a messy diaper... Surely, she should be able to get at least one of them to recognize her, to tell the others what she'd tried so hard to tell Zella at the start of all this, that she wasn't Prissy at all... But, despite her protest, that was the last thing she wanted now.

She wanted to go back to being a grown-up, to wearing panties, and using the toilet... These girls had always seen her as smaller and more pathetic than them, and, if they knew this was her, it would confirm it, in a way she'd never be able to shake. It was far better to hope they didn't work out the truth on their own, to accept her role... All of them together like this could easily make her life even more of a living hell, and, if they all started to spread the word, like Bernice...

"If you can help it," Kenzi mocked, "why did you poop your pants in the middle of the store?"

Janet truly didn't have a response for that, and, even if she had, she wouldn't have used it. She hated letting them see her this way, and not defending herself, but she knew it was for the best. "I-I dunno," she shrugged, mumbling softly around the pacifier, letting it help with her disguise.

"Is it because you're a big baby?" Hazel asked.

Disguise or not, her lip quivered at the idea of confessing to that here, in front of these girls who had made her life miserable for so long... She knew it was for the best, yet it still stung, as bad, or worse, than any spanking Zella had given her this weekend. She nodded, sucking harder and harder at the paci, the words feeling truer and truer the longer she stayed there.

"Well, babies can't help being huge pains sometimes," Deanna piped up. "Or filling their diapers." She gave the diaper another pat, harder. "So don't feel too bad, little Prissy-Pants. No matter how much you filled these... And it's an awful lot."

Janet groaned, squirming, Deanna's hand staying on her lumpy seat, pushing and smushing, as if she was doing her best to force Janet to feel the results of her accident before her change, like she hadn't been doing that for what felt like the entire day.

"I've done a lot of babysitting, and I've never seen anyone use their diapers this much," Deanna commented. "You deserve a medal, Prissy! The Poopiest Baby!"

Janet blushed, starting to shake her head again, before reminding herself she was just going to take this, to accept letting them see her as a baby, so there was no risk of them recognizing her as anything else. She shrugged, staring over at the changing mat, the impromptu padding massage making her want both it, and the privacy of her crib - messy pants or not - more.

Apparently, she wasn't the only one thinking of it. "Shouldn't we get to changing her?" Lina asked. "We don't want her getting a rash."

"Don't we?" Kenzi teased. "It might do her some good... Maybe she wouldn't still be in diapers at her age if she felt some of the consequences."

"Oh, she would," Hazel shook her head. "I'm afraid, at this point, there's no helping it... I don't think we're ever going to be able to potty train little Prissy here. She likes her Pampers too much."

Janet couldn't help herself, pouting out a whiny, "Nuh-uh!" with no regard for her deception.

"True, true," Kenzi nodded. "I mean, she's been toddling around like this all day, and it hasn't seemed to bother her. She hasn't even asked for a change, in all the time she's been down here."

Janet swallowed, looking around the room, at all the girls, at the changing pad. Did she want to? That was why she'd come here... And it would be so much easier to spend the rest of her night in her crib, if she was just dry and clean... And that threat of diaper rash was very real... But there was no way the rest of the party was going to leave and give her privacy to get it taken care of.

Deanna gave her seat another swat, and answered the question for her. What was she thinking?! She couldn't stay like this the rest of the night!

"Pl-Please," she stared up at Hazel. "C-Can I pl-please have a change?"

"Of course you can," Zella smiled down at her. "But... Since you did come down, and interrupt my party, you're going to have to provide some entertainment for us in exchange."

That wasn't so bad... Janet had already realized that's what was going to happen, seeing how it was set up. She nodded, not pleased about it, and, honestly, glad she'd been preparing herself for it.

"What songs do you know?" Hazel mused. "Just simple things, I imagine... I know! What about 'Itsy Bitsy Spider?'"

"Huh?" Janet frowned.

"Guess that one was too hard for her," Kenzi chuckled.

"'I'm A Little Teapot?'" Lina suggested.

"Do you know that?" Zella asked.

"I-I do," Janet nodded. "But..."

"Perfect!" Hazel grabbed her by the hands, hauling her to her feet, then leaving her standing there, shakily, in the middle of the living room, diaper drooping heavily. "I bet you know the dance, too?"

"Y-Yeah," Janet blushed. Of course she did... It was a simple thing that even preschoolers could master... As bad as her balance was in this diaper, however, she wasn't confident she'd be able to do even that without tumbling over, the final 'pouring out' almost certain to be a challenge.

"Well then, show us," Zella ordered. "If you want us to take even more time away from our party to get you cleaned up, the least you can do is a nice little song and dance."

"B-But I don't..." Janet grumbled.

"You said you knew it now ten seconds ago," Kenzi crossed her arms smugly. "Were you lying? You know better than that, Prissy... Do we need to punish you instead?"

"Maybe we do," Deanna jumped on that with a grin. "Lying is very, very naughty..."

"I-I know it," Janet insisted. "I-I just..."

"Are you refusing to do it?" Kenzi arched an eyebrow. "After your Aunt Lina requested it? That might be worse..."

"I-I didn't say that!" Janet fidgeted, feeling overwhelmed. "B-But..."

"I'm going to give you once chance, Prissy," Hazel told her sternly. "Are you going to be a good girl or not?"

Janet nibbled at her pacifier, not knowing what to say, or how much of it was truly up to her. Even if she wanted to, there was a good chance it wouldn't go well... Would Hazel still think she was being a 'good girl' if she couldn't finish the dance, as easy as it was, thanks to the giant layers of padding around her bottom? Or would that get her into trouble, too?

What will Janet do?

Refuse to even try?

Claim she doesn't remember the dance after all?

Try it, and fail?

Or try it, and actually manage to pull it off?