Maturity - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Claire tugged at the hem of her skirtalls anxiously, wanting nothing more than to head back to her room and change, but she was far too scared to face Cassidy again after everything that happened, so she resigned herself to walking towards class, hoping that nobody would realize what she was wearing, or how she'd just gotten punished. As short as her skirt was, it seemed possible that either could be spotted at any time, which only made her more nervous.

It also didn't help that, a few steps in, it dawned on her that she was empty-handed. She'd been shoved out the door without her backpack, or her phone, or even her keys! The last two were important things to have, obviously, with the final one especially so, considering that, without it, she wasn't going to be able to get in to grab the others without Cassidy's cooperation. The first, however, might be the most essential... Without that, she didn't have anything to take notes!

She groaned, stopping in place, staring down at her childish outfit once more. What was she going to do?! It would have been hard enough to focus during class, with her soggy Pull-Up and these crinkly plastic pants, already starting to feel so warm beneath her skirt... At least if she could takes notes, she could concentrate on that; now, all she could do was sit and stare at her professors as they talked, knowing that there was no way she'd retain any bit of what they were saying while she was in this state.

At this rate, there was no point even going to class. She wouldn't get anything done, and she'd be terrified the whole time that somebody would notice what she was wearing, or smell her wet pants... And, without her keys, she couldn't go back to her room to wait, much less change - assuming she could find a way out of these plastic pants. Her best bet, she decided, was to head straight for the psych building. Cassidy hadn't passed her yet, so maybe she could beat her there, and, if she was really lucky, she might find the key to the plastic pants there.

As she walked in that direction, her heartbeat quickening the closer she got to campus, and the more other students she saw, she felt her tummy gurgling, and remembered one other thing she hadn't done this morning before her rude awakening. She always went to the bathroom as soon as she got out of bed, but she hadn't gotten the chance today... She blushed, positive there was no way she could hold it until she was supposed to go to the psych building at noon... There was another justification for showing up early, if she needed one.

She hadn't had any reason to go into the psych building before, though she had seen the outside of it on her campus tour. It wasn't hard to find room 423 once she was there... She was afraid to get on the elevator, however, to be in an enclosed space in her wet Pull-Ups and possibly have someone else step on with her, so she walked up to the fourth floor by stairs, leaving her a bit tired when she got there.

That was, she made the excuse for herself, why she didn't look at the door, or think about leaving it open just in case. That, and she wanted some privacy, so she may well have let it shut anyway, though, as soon as it did, she realized her mistake, turning the doorknob and feeling her stomach twist when it wouldn't budge. She was locked in!

That became an even more frightening proposition when she flipped on the light and turned around, seeing what the room looked like. She couldn't believe it... What was something like this doing on a college campus?! It was a nursery, and one where all of the furniture was just a bit too big... Big enough, she suspected, for her.

She didn't want to be there any longer than she had to - although, with the door locked, she might not have a choice in that matter - so she immediately began to hunt for the key to her plastic pants, and to get her out of there, taking a cursory glance over the contents of the changing table, afraid of what she might find there, and then moving on to toy boxes and bookshelves filled with oversized board books before, finally, she heard a voice behind her. "It's noon already?"

Claire froze, by some miracle not leaking further into her Pull-Ups, turning around to see Cassidy. She opened her mouth, but she didn't know what she was going to say, so perhaps it was for the best that Cassidy grabbed her by the eat, pulling her back over to the changing table and strapping Claire down. "H-Hey!" Claire squealed, thrashing in place, the soft cuffs pulling tight, yet refusing to let her move too far, keeping her pinned in place, helpless as Cassidy began to strip her of even the childish outfit she herself had put her in.

"You're a very naughty girl," Cassidy lectured. "Not only did you disobey a grown-up's orders, you skipped your classes! And you showed up to the nursery way too early, young lady!"

"I-I don't wanna be at the nursery!" Claire protested, pouting as Cassidy pulled a pair of thick, fuzzy mittens over her hands, ones that she knew would make it far harder for her to grasp anything, following them up with a pair of socks. Most worrying, however, was the babyish diaper she saw Cassidy pull from the shelf of the changing table, pulling a key from her pocket to unlock the plastic pants, signalling that she was about to change Claire into that.

"N-No, I don't need diapers!" Claire whined, struggling futilely while her roommate ripped the sides of her Pull-Up, cleaning her up. In her panic, she forgot all about one reason she really didn't want to go into that diaper, until Cassidy was sliding it under her bottom, and her stomach rumbled again. "Pl-Please," she begged, "c-can I use the toilet?"

"What do you think this is for?" Cassidy smirked, giving the open diaper a pat before opening the top of a bottle of baby powder.

"N-No!" Claire whimpered, shaking her head. "I-I..." She blushed, not wanting to say it, but knowing she would have to if she wanted to make Cassidy understand the gravity of the situation. "I-I hafta poop..."

"Oh, I see," Cassidy nodded. "Can your Pull-Ups not handle that? Don't worry... These will."

"No!" Claire squealed, shaking her head. "No! Cassidy, please!"

"Okay, okay," Cassidy rolled her eyes. "I'll tell you what... You don't have to make poopies in your diapies today if you don't want to." Claire, tears stinging her eyes, nodded her head eagerly, glad that she'd at least managed to avoid that... Until she saw the next thing Cassidy produced from the changing table.

"W-Wait!" she gasped, eyes widening as Cassidy slid the buttplug into her backside, quickly pulling the front of the diaper up, sealing it tight and keeping the plug firmly in place. Claire whimpered, staring at her hands, in their mittens, unable to escape the invasive feeling of fullness in her backside, a blush washing over her face as she realized how little control she had right now... No more than a real baby, honestly... No more than someone who belonged in a nursery, like the one she was now trapped in...