CYOA: The Stepdaughter - Chapter 28 (Story) (Patreon)

"Well?" Hazel asked, and, despite her reservations, Janet nodded meekly. "We'd better get rid of this, then," Zella plucked the pacifier from her mouth, dangling it from one finger, keeping it in sight, the threat clear. "Go on."

"I-I'm a little teapot..." Janet sang out, cheeks red, voice shaky, to a chorus of squeals and claps, and, nearly immediately, the sight of a whole room full of girls reaching for their phones.

"Start over, start over!" Hazel grinned. Janet wanted to protest, to say that hadn't been a part of the deal... But, of course, she had no power here. It was bad enough to know Bernice had pictures, and would be happy to spread them around the office... If just one of her former classmates realized the truth, that she was Janet, and not Prissy, they'd have a whole video of her, in an obviously messy diaper, singing and dancing and making a fool of herself...

She was already committed to it, however, and, more importantly, to the idea of having a clean diaper at last. "I-I'm a little teapot," she repeated, "short and stout..." She lifted her hand over her head for the first word, moving it downwards, almost feeling like she was getting tinier as she did it, in front of all these other, bigger, more mature looking, girls. She quickly moved on to the next movement, spreading her hands apart from one another, but, without thinking, she did so in front of her diapers, making it look like those were what she was referring to.

"Short is right," she heard Kenzi affirm. "Little pipsqueak."

She had to wait through another round of giggling before she could continue, feeling especially small as she put one hand on her hip. "Here is my handle, here is my spout..." She lifted her other arm up, her legs already starting to wobble as she moved. She tried once more to squeeze the diaper tighter between her hips, to get her feet closer together for a stronger stance, but the garment was just as bulky, and packed, as ever.

"When I get all steamed up," she wiggled her padded bottom, earning cries of delight and approval, "hear me shout..."

"T-Tip me over..." This was the hard part, the one she'd been dreading... If not for this move, besides the humiliation of it all, it would have been a piece of cake. She lowered her raised hand, keeping the rest of her body steady, stammering as she rushed, trying to finish it off, "a-and p-pour..."

"No," Hazel cut her off disapprovingly. "Do it right, Prissy. Or do you want to start from the beginning?"

Her feet shuffled on the floor, testing their grip. "T-Tip me over..." She leaned forward, ever so slightly, and, even then, she could feel her balance shifting.

"What did I just say, Prissy?" Zella demanded. "That barely looks like you're doing anything!"

Tears sprang to Janet's eyes... But she'd come this far. If she made it to the end of this line, she was done. There had to be a happy medium between making Hazel happy, and staying on her feet... 

"T-Tip me over..." she tried, one more time, bending forward.

"Keep going," Hazel urged. "We won't get any tea out of you like that!"

Janet leaned further, feeling one of her feet starting to raise off the floor, wondering when enough was going to be enough... Then the other started to slip. She slammed the first foot back down hurriedly, tilting backwards to counter-act what was happening... And over-correcting. In an instant, she was falling, slamming down hard onto her padded, stinky bottom with a yelp.

She nibbled her bottom lip, wishing she had her pacifier now. She'd been so close... "A-And pour me out?" she tried, staring up at Zella, begging for mercy with big, puppy-dog eyes.

"Oh, Prissy," Hazel sighed, giving her one thing she wanted, sliding the pacifier back between her lips, the smaller woman instantly starting to suck on it, not caring how that might look to the rest of the people in the room. "You can't even do one, simple thing right, can you? No wonder you're still not potty trained."

"I-I tried," she whimpered through her paci, wriggling on the floor, staring at the changing mat. "I-I did my best..."

"That was your best?" Kenzi mocked.

"Her day job is going to school," Hazel said. "And I've seen her grades... She's not very good at that, either. But... She did get most of the way through with the song..."

Janet had just about giving up hope of getting to sleep in a clean diaper, only to feel a spark spring to life as she heard those words. She nodded, staring up at Zella. "Fine, you big baby," her stepdaughter shrugged. "Crawl over to the mat."

It was almost comforting, being back down on the floor; it was certainly easier to keep her eyes low, intentionally trying not to see if anyone still had their phones up and recording. There was nothing she could do about it anyway... She knew there was a good chance at least one of them did, but, if she didn't know for sure, she could pretend it wasn't true.

Despite the smell, and all the people there, watching, she breathed a sigh of relief as she finally felt fresh air on her skin again, as the diapers were spread open. "You definitely did a number on these," Hazel waved her hand in front of her nose."

"Yeah, a number two," Deanna giggled.

Janet knew it was Zella's fault she'd done it in the first place, and that it had gotten this bad... But she also knew there was no point saying it, making a fuss, when that was only going to be turned around on her as more proof that she was an immature little brat. She stayed silent, sucking on her pacifier, staring up at the ceiling as Hazel began the long process of wiping her bottom clean.

It took so long, in fact, that Janet nearly forgot herself and moved her gaze from the spot above her she was fixated on, nearly glanced around the room and risked seeing phones up, or just meeting the gaze of her former bullies, watching the show. She closed her eyes instead, as the used diapers were, at last slid out from beneath her, a fresh one taking its place.

"How many boosters should I go with?" Hazel asked. "She is about to go to bed..."

"Two, at least," Lina suggested.

"Any more than that, and you might as well double her diapers," Deanna chuckled, Janet crinkling her nose and wiggling in place at the suggestion, getting some giggles in response, letting her know they were definitely watching... Although, since she was the center of attention, that wasn't a shock.

"Two will probably be fine," Zella agreed, thankfully, raising Janet's blessedly clean backside up, off the soft padding of the diaper, lowering it a few moments later... But it didn't go down quite as far as it had before. Still, compared to what she'd endured for so much of today, it was going to be a breeze.

"And how many of these?" There was more laughter at Zella's question, and Janet almost opened her eyes to see what the rattling sound was, before thinking better of it. What difference would it make?

"Two of those, too?" Lina said.

"Oh, I'd say three, minimum," Kenzi contradicted her. "I mean, she didn't do as she was told... She didn't finish her song."

A punishment; as if what she'd been through already wasn't enough, they were discussing a punishment. Against her best judgement, she started to lift her eyelids, wanting to know what to expect... And then, she felt something pushing into her bottom, some invasive force being inserted inside her. "H-Hey!" she squealed.

"Hush," Hazel ordered. "Only two more!"

"B-But..." Janet opened her eyes in time for them to widen as her stepdaughter's finger went into her again, and see, on the final one, what she was being given, Hazel lifting up a tiny, white, bullet-shaped object, showing it off now that Janet was paying attention. "I-Is that...?"

She didn't have to wait for an answer, or even finish the question. Of course it was... What else would it be? "Th-That's not fair!" she whined. "I-I just got out of a messy diaper!"

"Aww, poor baby," Zella stuck her lip out in a mocking pout. "I bet I know what will make you feel better." Unceremoniously, she pushed her finger, and the suppository, into Janet one final time, wiping the former off on the padding of the diaper, then cleaning it with a baby wipe before starting to powder the woman up.

"A-At least let me use the potty," Janet pleaded. "N-Not in a diaper... N-Not again..."

"Oh, Prissy..." Hazel shook her head, then reached up, brushing a strand of hair out of Janet's face. "These are your potty now," she gave the diaper a pat. "You weren't using your potty privileges anyway, so those have gone bye-bye. You are only ever going in your diapies from now on."

"No!" Janet shook her head frantically, positive she could feel the suppositories working their way through her body already, scared of what they were going to lead to... Especially if she had no hope of being allowed to do it on the toilet. She knew it was an empty threat, to some degree, that, once Harrison got home, he'd put a stop to this... But even if it was only for the final day of the weekend, being banned from the bathroom was more than she wanted to accept quietly. "It's not fair!"

"Aww, no fair, no fair!" Zella repeated in a high, squeaky voice, clearly imitating Janet's. "What do you think you're going to do about it?"

Janet made the mistake of looking around the room, hoping for some sliver of hope, a slight possibility someone would be on her side... What she saw instead was, as she'd feared, phones up, faces eager to see her be put in her place...

"That's what I thought," Hazel smirked, as Janet nursed silently on her paci. She pulled the front of the diaper up, wrapping the sides around the girl snugly, sealing her in. "It doesn't matter if its 'fair' or not... This is just how it is. Now... You're going to apologize to everyone for interrupting the party, and then you're going to bed in your crib, and..."

"Oh, my God!" Deanna exclaimed. "She has a crib? I want to see!"

"Sure," Hazel nodded, "you can all come tuck her in... But only after she apologizes." She stared down at Janet, crossing her arms. "Well?"

This was it, Janet thought to herself. If she didn't stand up to Hazel now, it was never going to happen... She was going to be tucked into her crib to fill her diapers like a good little girl, and, after waking up that way, knowing Zella had done it to her, there was no way she'd have the strength, or courage, to defy her again...

On the other hand, what good was it going to do? She was vastly outnumbered, and, from what she could see, nobody was on her side... Then again, looks could be deceiving. Maybe, just maybe, while she was 'apologizing', she could get one of them to feel sorry for her, to take her to the bathroom... If she could get there on time, as her tummy was already rumbling, ever so slightly.

What was she going to do?!

Apologize and let herself be tucked in, like a good girl?

Apologize, but try to find someone to take her side while she does so?

Or refuse to apologize at all?