Dollhouse - Part 5 (Patreon)

"Th-that wasn't funny!" Elizabeth sniffed as the snickering Mandie led her by the hand through the school, rubbing her newly re-padded bottom. The gym teacher wasn't the sort to wait, it seemed... Rather than pinning Elizabeth for a later punishment, she'd done it right away, practically as soon as Elizabeth had stepped into line, waiting to head out to the field for class - at which point she'd seen other girls, diapers peeking from the legholes of the shorts, and over the waistband, quite visible beneath their short uniform shirts. She'd known then that she'd been tricked, but the teacher had already spotted her...

The gym teacher had only gotten madder when Elizabeth led her, and the rest of the class, back to her locker, and she saw the pin in the girl's skirt. "Little girls like you aren't allowed to take off their own diapers," the teacher had growled at her. "Especially not when they're supposed to be staying in those diapers all day for a punishment. Mandie, take her to the Headmistress's office."

She hadn't even been to an entire class yet... The last one had already started when she'd arrived, and she was being sent away when this one had barely even begun, and already, she was being sent back to the Headmistress... This couldn't be happening! She was a good, obedient student... In high school, she hadn't been sent to the principal's office once, and she'd never caused trouble at college... That was partially why she'd felt so convinced that a school would offer her such a generous scholarship out of nowhere... Surely, she deserved it...

What the Headmistress decided she deserved, instead, was the loss of her skirt entirely. "Already changed once, and already earned another two punishments... I think somebody's aiming for the record for fastest demotion," the Headmistress mused. "Maybe you need a taste of what it's like in the Nursery... You can have your skirt back tomorrow morning, if you've shown you deserve it... I have a nice, yellow shirt here you can wear to show everyone what punishment you've earned... And, if you get any more, which wouldn't surprise me, the pins can just go on the hem. And, Mandie? Be a good girl and make sure she sits in one of the chairs at lunch, would you?"

"Of course!" Mandie beamed, clearly happy to help.

Elizabeth was mortified as she was taken back through the school, now with her diaper, and the red splotches peeking out from underneath as a result of her two spankings, on full display as she waddled outside, to the badminton nets set up in the beautiful field out behind the school. Part of her wanted to take off running towards the woods at the far edge of that field - there didn't seem to be any fence, or any guards, to keep her from doing so. There also was no sign of any other buildings anywhere nearby... Not to mention the fact that she was wearing a t-shirt and a diaper.

Elizabeth had never been great at badminton, but it was easy, at least, even if she missed the birdie even more often than usual from being preoccupied about her clothing. By the time gym class had ended, she unfortunately had to pee again, and she was pretty certain that, considering the trouble she'd gotten into taking off her diaper last time, and her current punishment, she was going to be doing it in her diaper yet again.

She hated the thought of purposely wetting herself, and she knew she'd be stuck in it for a while this time, so she resolved to hold it for as long as she could. Mandie led her to the cafeteria next, reminding Elizabeth of the Headmistress's instructions for Mandie... What had she meant by 'the chairs'? Didn't everyone sit in chairs?

As soon as they stepped into the room, Elizabeth's stomach dropped. It seemed like a normal school cafeteria... Except for the row of huge high chairs lining one wall. A few other girls were in them, all very thickly diapered, wearing bibs, being spoon-fed by members of the staff. Her eyes widened as she turned to Mandie, shaking her head. "No, no... Please, don't!"

"Sorry," Mandie shrugged, not sounding sorry at all. "Headmistress's orders!"

Lunch was even worse than Elizabeth could have imagined. As she watched most of the other students going through the line, grouping up in little cliques on the long, cafeteria tables, she sat there, squirming in the hard, wooden seat of her high chair, on full display to everyone. She didn't get to choose what, or how much, she ate or drank... The woman in charge of her simply tied a bib around her neck and began shovelling in spoonfuls of mushy, gross goop, following it up with bottles of just slightly off-tasting juice.

And, to make it worse, partway through the pressure on her bladder got to be too much, so, as she sat there, baby food caked around her mouth, bottle in her mouth, in front of the whole cafeteria, she wet her diaper. She'd hoped nobody would notice, but her feeder immediately reached under the tray, poking at her now warm, damp padding. "Oh, my, really had to go, huh? You're soaked already! Too bad you don't get a change!" She booped Elizabeth on the nose, then lowered the bottle to start on a fresh jar of baby food.