CYOA: The Stepdaughter - Chapter 30 (Story) (Patreon)

Well, that was certainly a close one... So close, in fact, and with so much bouncing back and forth between the top two, that I decided to just go ahead and do a combination of both, because I think I found a way to mix them together that made sense. I hope it works for all of you, too!

"Here we go!" Hazel exclaimed, holding up a blue and green plaid jumper, a white, Peter Pan collared shirt underneath it on the same hanger. "This is going to be adorable!"

"A-Adorable for what?" Janet was afraid she already knew the answer, but she wanted to be wrong, for her stepdaughter to say anything else.

"For school, dummy!" Zella teased, starting to pull her pajama shirt up over her head. "You have lots to learn! Too bad they won't teach you to keep your pants dry there!" She gave Janet's diaper a pat before sliding the shirt onto her, not bothering with a bra at all, much less one of Janet's padded ones, what she needed to give herself any cleavage at all.

Janet groaned, squirming in place while Hazel buttoned her up, struggling to think of some way to get out of this, to keep the girl from doing this to her... But what could she do? She had no power here at all... She was completely at Hazel's mercy, and, clearly, she thought she was Prissy, a little girl who needed to go to school, and wear diapers...

"Perfect!" Hazel declared, once she had the other woman all dolled up, straightening out the skirt. It was long enough to keep her diaper covered, but just barely, ensuring the crinkly garments would be on Janet's mind the whole day, even more than they normally would have been. "What a little cutie!" She finished up the look by tying her hair into ribbons, putting frilly ankle socks and shiny Mary Janes onto her feet, then shoving a bulging backpack into her arms.

She was serious about this... Janet, a fully grown woman, was about to be sent off to school like a child... And she was too timid to do anything to stop it. She meekly followed Hazel to the dining room, where a large bowl of oatmeal and a pink sippy cup were waiting for her. She climbed onto the chair, dutifully picking up her spoon and starting to eat, her tummy already feel very bloated and full before her first bite, until she couldn't gag down any more of the bland, mushy stuff, and she reached for the cup.

She assumed, as usual, that it was milk, which she still didn't love, but had been getting used to. Instead, a completely different taste greeted her tongue, making her wrinkle her nose, nearly spit it out. "Gross!" she whined. "Wh-What is that?!"

"Just some nice prune juice," Zella smirked. "Go on, finish it up... It's good for you!"

If the fiber from the day before hadn't already made it clear, this breakfast clarified that, indeed, Hazel did want her filling her diapers... And probably more than once. She didn't want to do that at all, but knowing she was going to be at school, as a student... She started to shake her head, ponytails bobbing as she moved.

"You're going to finish every bit of that, Janet," Hazel informed her, her tone making Janet rush into action, not wanting to make her mad, not totally processing what she'd said for a minute or two.

"W-Wait," she wriggled in her seat, staring up at Zella. "D-Did you call me...?"

"That's right," Hazel grinned, bending over, looking Janet in the eye. "I know who you are... I've known all along. And look at what I've done to you, 'step-mommy'... I've turned you into the perfect diapered little sister, and it didn't even take me the whole weekend."

"B-But..." Janet's head was spinning. Hazel had known? She'd never thought that Janet was some little girl she'd babysat? She'd always been aware that Janet was an adult, and she'd put her through all of this anyway? And Janet hadn't been able to stop her?

"So, let me tell you how things are going to be around here," Hazel declared. "You are obviously not in charge anymore... You can pretend to be a big girl when I'm not around, but we'll both know better. Any time I'm here, you are to do anything I say, without question. And, when Daddy goes off with his friends again, like he did this weekend, I'm going to come over, and Prissy is going to come out to play."

"N-No!" Janet shook her head again. "I-I'm gonna tell Daddy!" She blushed, realizing too late that she'd echoed what Hazel had called her husband, rather than using his name. "H-He's not gonna let you..."

"You are going to do exactly what I tell you to do, and nothing more," Hazel narrowed her gaze. "Like pooping your Pampers, right now."

She grabbed Janet's skirt, flipping it up. She didn't want to, of course, but she had also been conditioned, over the weekend, to obey the girl's orders... And all it took was one tiny push, and suddenly, she felt a wave of warm, squishy mush oozing out into her pants, spreading across her bottom...

"That's what I thought," Hazel gave Janet's expanding padding a poke. "Any time I tell you to mess yourself, you're going to do it, no matter where you are, or what you're doing... Or I'm going to tell dad all about your little secret."

"Wh-What secret?" Janet gulped.

"I have so many pictures from this weekend," Hazel informed her. "And, obviously, there's all that baby furniture and clothing you have hidden away... I'm sure he'd be very interested to hear about this little fetish you have, that you were too embarrassed to talk about to him, but that you forced me to participate in when I came home for the weekend."

"B-But I didn't..." Janet protested. "Y-You made...." How would Harrison know that, though? It would be her word against his daughter's, and Kenzi would surely be happy to add hers, too... 

"Why would I have wanted to spend my holiday looking after you, and changing diapers?" Hazel asked. "Unless my mean new step-mommy made me..."

She could deny it, but it would just make it look like she was still bashful about it with him... She had no evidence that Hazel had started it all, and not her...

"Anytime I tell you to do anything, you are going to obey. Aren't you?"

If she hadn't already given in to Hazel so many times this weekend, if she'd stood up to her more, if she wasn't sitting in a dirty diaper this very moment, maybe Janet would have had the strength to fight it, to think of some way to get herself out of this... Instead, she nibbled her bottom lip, nodded. "Y-Yes, ma'am..."

"Good girl," Hazel patted her on the head. "Now, finish your breakfast... I don't want you to be late for the bus."

The bus! Janet had almost forgotten about that, with everything else... Did Zella honestly still expect her to go to school?! "Eat!" Hazel snapped, Janet quickly picking up her spoon and dipping it into her oatmeal again. "I'm going to leave a key to your real bedroom here, on this table," Zella told her. "When you get home, you can use that to go change into your big girl clothes, since I'll be gone by then. You'd better hurry, though... dad will be getting home not that much later than the bus goes."

Janet swallowed, nodded, but she was already starting to think of some way to get herself out of this. If she was being put on the bus, she wouldn't have a car there to drive home, and there was no sign that she was getting her phone back to call anyone - not that she'd want to let anyone else see her dressed this way - yet there had to be some other route back home...

"And don't even think about trying to sneak out of school early," Hazel warned. "Prissy is quite the little troublemaker... You're lucky the school even accepted you. If you're absent, or get yourself into trouble, they're going to be calling your guardian to let them know... And I bet dad would be very curious about why he's getting a call from a middle school."

Middle school?! She hadn't even put her in high school?! Janet wasn't sure how much of an improvement that would have been, but it still stung, thinking that she, a college graduate, was going all the way back to middle school.

She tried to comfort herself, thinking about how, after school, things would be going back to normal, at least until Hazel came to visit, as she forced herself to choke down the oatmeal and prune juice. "A-All done!" she declared. "I-I think there's time for a change..."

"A change?" Zella scoffed. "What for?" She pulled Janet off the chair, giving her lumpy diaper a swat. "That's what the school nurse is for! Don't worry... You have plenty of supplies to give her, so she'll be able to get you all cleaned up." She unzipped the backpack, showing Janet what was inside - mostly diapers, to her horror. 

"B-But..." she sniffled, unable to change Hazel's mind. She was escorted out to the end of the driveway, and practically onto the bus itself, Hazel standing at the door, watching, giving her no opportunity to escape before the door swung shut, trapping her inside.

Self-consciously, she tugged at her dress, shuffling down the aisle, trying to ignore the whispers, as she searched for an empty seat, not wanting to sit anywhere near anyone else. She groaned, wrinkling her nose, finally finding a spot and sitting down, the mess squelching beneath her, stubbornly refusing to wave back as Hazel stood, victorious, to see her taken away, off to some new humiliations.

One benefit, she assumed, of the fiber supplements was that the odor wasn't as bad as it could have been, though, as the bus ride continued, bouncing her in her seat, she could hear some people near her asking if their neighbors smelled something. She didn't dare risk spending a whole class like that - not that she'd want to anyway - so she hurried to the nurse's office, blushing bright red as she handed over the diapers, then laid down to let the unfamiliar woman change her.

"Hey," the nurse smiled at her, "at least that's done, right?" But Janet was positive that wasn't true... Hazel had given her so much fiber, and that breakfast wasn't going to help either... 

As she pulled the diapers out, she'd found her class schedule, and was surprised at how Zella had managed to pull all of this off in such a short time. Not wanting to get in trouble, she headed off to her first class, hating how easily she blended into the crush of students she knew she was so much older than... But, with the diaper under her skirt, felt far younger than.

She was thrilled not to have PE, to have dodged that bullet. Her first class, English, was easy - so much that she almost caught herself falling asleep more than once - and made her wonder if this wouldn't be so bad after all.

But then came math. Like some kind of cruel joke, it was clear from the class number that this was one of, if not the, most advanced math class available here. Immediately, she recalled the homework, how much trouble she'd had with it, and it made her nervous. Knowing now that Hazel had been aware of who she was, she suspected the girl might have tricked her, using textbooks far beyond what she'd be learning in this class... She didn't know for sure, though, and she was terrified at getting humiliated in front of everyone.

That, she assumed, was why her tummy was so queasy. She knew she might mess herself again, but it was still early, so it couldn't be that... She squirmed in her seat, trying to listen, remembering some of what the teacher was talking about, and feeling completely lost about other parts. Especially the question the teacher wrote on the board, which might as well have been gibberish. She slid down in her seat, trying not to be noticed, watching other students go up and try to solve it, hoping the teacher was taking mercy on her because she was new.

"Miss... Priscilla, is it?" the teacher smiled, making Janet flinch. "No need to be modest... I've heard you were one of the best students at your old school, so why don't you come help the class out?"

Janet really missed her pacifier as the exact opposite of her desires happened, and the whole class turned to look at her. "I-I don't know it," she squeaked. "S-Sorry..."

"Come give it a try!" the teacher urged. "Nobody else has been able to do it either! I bet if you get up here and start working, you'll get it!"

She wanted to yell at him to leave her alone... But she didn't want Harrison to get a call. "Y-Yes, sir," she slid out of her chair, quickly tugging at her skirt as she toddled up to the board, the problem only looking longer, and more complicated, the closer she got to it. She nibbled her bottom lip, staring up at it, hand shaking as she took the chalk from the teacher's hand, not even knowing where to begin...

And then it happened. She thought it was just a cramp, hadn't paid any more mind to it, until, suddenly, it was something more. It came on so quickly, so strongly, she couldn't do anything about it; one moment, she was standing there, looking blankly at the board, and the next, she was bending forward slightly, feeling her diaper start to grow heavy as her tummy pumped a fresh load of sticky mush into it.

"N-No," she gasped, shaking her head, tears starting to sting her eyes, clumsily shoving the chalk back at the teacher. "I-I can't..." Frantically, she hurried back to her desk, sitting down, hoping the pressure would stop it... But, of course, it didn't matter. She'd been sitting that morning, too, and that hadn't mattered.

Thankfully, the class was almost over, and she thought she'd have time to go for another change, until the teacher stopped her. She blushed, staring down at her shoes, fidgeting in her messy diaper, feeling like a naughty student about to be reprimanded. That had to be why he was waiting for the other students to file out, wasn't it?

"I'm sorry," he told her. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that."

"I-It's okay," she replied. 

"I know it was your first day," he continued. "I should have let you have some time to settle in."

She nodded, but said, "I-It's fine. Really."

It was nice of him to apologize... Except that, by doing so, he took up her valuable free time, and, when she finally escaped, she was barely able to get to her next class, much less make a pit stop. She had no doubt that, normally, she would have had no trouble with her next class, but spending the whole time squirming in her own mess, hoping nobody around her started to smell it, would have been enough to distract anyone from the pop quiz they were given, and that she had to turn in half empty, because she hadn't even gotten around to those questions.

It was only a pop quiz, she told herself... And it was her first day. They wouldn't call her Daddy if she failed that, would they? The nurse seemed surprised to see her again so soon, and messy again at that, but she was nice enough not to say anything about it. For Janet's part, she was a nervous wreck, certain she could fill her pants at any moment with basically no warning, and that Harrison was going to find out his 'daughter' had flunked a test at middle school, which only made paying attention harder and harder...

If anything, it was shocking that she lasted as long as she did. Nobody was particularly eager to sit with the weird, quiet, new girl at lunch, which she was fine with, but nobody seemed to find her presence there odd, either... Teachers and students accepted her there, as a middle schooler, none of them showing any signs that they suspected she could be anything more.

In a way, after a weekend of being a toddler, it was an upgrade; when all she wanted to do was be an adult again, though, it wasn't nearly enough of one, and the easy mistakes she made by not being able to concentrate on the subjects she'd mastered years ago just made her feel more and more like a child. By the time she got to her final class, she was feeling pretty fragile.

Unfortunately, that last class was Spanish, which, despite the brief tutoring session she'd gotten from Hazel, she still knew nothing about, really. Her strategy of sitting in the back of the class and pretending she wasn't there didn't do her any good when they were told to pair up and practice their conversation skills.

"Hey, there," the classroom assistant smiled at her. "Looks like you didn't get a partner... Would you like to talk with me?"

She hadn't even tried to find someone to converse with, had prayed, somehow, the teacher wouldn't notice. "Sure," she sighed, "whatever." The assistant nodded, launched into a sentence that Janet understood not a word of, then waited patiently for a response.

Janet's eyes darted down at the open textbook beneath her, trying to string a few of the words there together. "Okay," the assistant nodded after a moment. "Tell you what... Why don't we try again, and you start this time?"

"Nooo," Janet groaned, laying her head down on her desk. "I don't wanna! I can't!"

"Are you okay?" the assistant reached over, rubbing her back. "If you need help, I can..."

"No!" Janet fumed, shoving her textbook off her desk. "I don't need help! I don't know any of this! I just wanna go home!"

She was so close... All she had to do was make it through the rest of the class, and the bus ride... But she was so tired of being treated like a kid, of this whole thing... When the assistant reached out to comfort her again, Janet pushed her, too, taking her by surprise, sending her stumbling back, falling to the floor...

She didn't seem hurt, and, if it had been just her, Janet didn't think she would have done anything. The teacher, however, was less amused, so, right before the end of school, Janet found herself being sent to the principal's office.

The principal's office... Janet was a good girl, had never gotten in trouble when she was in school, and now, after a single day back here, when the stakes were higher than ever, she'd found a way to land here. She was trying, desperately, to think of a way to get out of this, to keep Harrison from being called, when the door open and she was sent inside...

To see Deanna, sitting there behind the desk, smirking. Of course... That explained how Hazel was able to pull all of this off. They'd probably arranged it at the party... 

"Well, well," Deanna stared down at her. "You've had quite the first day, haven't you?"

"Y-Yeah," Janet nodded. She had to know who she really was, too, didn't she? So, surely she wouldn't really call Harrison... As embarrassing as this was, it was better than having to face someone who thought she was a kid, wasn't it? "I-I'm sorry, okay?"

"I bet you are," Deanna said. "Because if I send you to detention, there's no way you're getting back home, and out of that soggy diaper, before your Daddy."

Janet blushed, pulling at the hem of her dress. "Y-You could tell I'm wet?"

"Lucky guess," Deanna chuckled. "After what I saw at the party, I just assume you're always wet."

"I'm not!" Janet pouted, stomping her foot. "I don't need... them!"

"That's not what the nurse tells me," Deanna countered. "Or Hazel. And I trust both of them more than a tantrum throwing diaper filler like you."

Janet gulped, feeling herself dribbling into her already damp diaper, feeling like Deanna was seeing right through her... But that wasn't true... If it was, that would mean she'd been a little girl all along, underneath her grown-up exterior... And that couldn't be true...

"Now, then," Deanna mused, "What to do with you... I have plenty here to give me reason to call your Daddy and tell him all about your day... Or it might be better to put you in detention, and hope you learn your lesson there..."

"N-No, please," Janet shook her head. Maybe she could have talked her way out of whatever was said in the phone call if it had been made by someone who didn't know her true identity... She had a feeling, now that she knew it was Deanna who would be making it, that the woman wouldn't make it so easy. And she couldn't let herself show up late, still in diapers, after Harrison was already home... 

"But it'd be so fun," Deanna teased. "Hmm... I guess it would be more fun to spend some more time with you, though... Would you rather continue coming to school here? You could finish out the school year as our newest little transfer student..."

"Wh-What?!" Janet gasped. That would take months! There was no way she was going to agree to re-enroll in middle school for that long, not when she'd had so much trouble with a single day, and when the nurse was convinced she needed to wear diapers, and the principal was bound to ensure she stayed in them anyway... 

If she did, though, there was no reason Harrison would ever find out, if she behaved herself... He left for work before the bus ran, and returned after it went back through in the afternoon... Of course, if she ever did get sent to detention, and got home after him... Or if he kept getting calls about a misbehaving student he didn't know he had enrolled there... 

"Well?" Deanna sat back, crossing her arms. "What's it going to be, 'Prissy'?"

What will Janet choose?

Let Harrison get called, and hope she can laugh it off and convince him it wasn't her?

Go to detention, and hope she can beat Harrison home and get changed out of her diaper without being seen?

Or agree to continue going to school here, and hope she can keep it secret until the end of the year?