The Investigation - Part 3 (Patreon)

"Oh, no!" the woman exclaimed, looking down at Odette. Odette glanced down as well, confused, only to see trickles of liquid flowing out of her Pull-Up, soaking into the bed beneath her. 

It took her a long moment to realize she was wetting herself... She gasped, squirming on the bed - and only then noticing the warm, wet sensation that was flooding her training pants - and trying to stop herself, only to discover that she couldn't.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" the woman said. "The drug must have advanced quicker than we expected... Those Pull-Ups aren't going to be enough. I'm sorry, sweetie, but I think I'm going to have to put you in a diaper after all..."

Odette's eyes widened as she wiggled on the wet spot she'd made on the bed, the reminder that maybe it was for the best... "B-But..." she whimpered. She hadn't known what to expect when it came to this story, but it certainly hadn't been this...

"I know, you're not a baby," the woman reassured her. "It isn't your fault. Don't worry, once the antidote kicks in, you won't need them anymore..."

Odette found herself slowly nodding, sure that it was all right. After all, she didn't want to make any more messes like that... "And aren't these cute, anyway?" the woman asked as she pulled out a diaper covered in pink teddy bears. Despite herself, Odette began to giggle and nod. 

The woman smiled. "You're awfully cute yourself, you know... I bet if we did something different with your hair, you'd be even cuter..." So, Odette found herself in a diaper and bib, hair in ponytails, with a fresh sippy cup of antidote that was supposed to make it work faster, being ushered to another room while the woman cleaned up the bed.

This other room looked fairly normal, too, and she couldn't help poking around, still trying to figure out if the woman was telling her the truth or not. She really did seem nice, and she wasn't forcing Odette into anything... At least, not since last night, but if that had really been a mistake, then it wasn't her fault...

She found a few coloring books scattered around the room, even a pacifier sitting on one of the desks, but, otherwise, nothing out of the ordinary. With a little more poking, she saw a bag that looked suspiciously like a laptop bag. She glanced at the bedroom door, then unzipped the bag, and, sure enough, there was a computer inside. 

She pulled it out, setting it down on the desk next to the pacifier, and putting her sippy cup next to it. Luckily, the computer wasn't password protected, so she was able to get in and log into her e-mail, where she began typing herself a message, wanting to get all the details out so she could remember it all when it came time to write her story, if there really was one here.

She was used to reaching over on her desk while she was working on a story and grabbing her coffee cup, so, without realizing, she snatched up the sippy cup and drank a few more gulps of whatever was inside. She still didn't trust it, or herself not to do it again, so, to get rid of the contents to stop from drinking any more, she unscrewed the lid and dumped the rest into her diaper. The newly wet padding between her legs felt strange... But not altogether bad...

She blushed, trying not to think about that, especially in that way... She tried to concentrate on her story, but all she could think about was her newly wet diaper, and finally, she sent herself the partially written notes, not even paying attention to what they said anymore, and put the computer away, venturing back into the bedroom to shyly ask for another change.