CYOA: The Exchange Student - Chapter 15 (Story) (Patreon)

Anna took a deep, shaky breath, her choice not entirely clear, but enough so for her to feel somewhat confident in it, at least in theory... At least until she actually had to speak it out loud, tell Mrs. Florez what she was going to do. And she would, definitely, have to tell her. 

"W-Well..." the word was cut off with a squeak, forcing her to clear her throat with a blush, head spinning slightly as she stared up up her host mother. "W-Well, I think... I-I mean, you're probably right, and I bet I'd feel better, so... I-I..."

She gulped, glancing over to see her reflection, hands uncomfortably tugging at her shirt, trying to keep the soggy diaper beneath her shorts hidden, for all the good that was going to do, given what she was about to say. As much as she wanted to think this was the most mature decision, the one way to guarantee she was able to go, somehow it also felt like the most childish, the most vulnerable.

"C-Could you... help me?" she finally managed to ask, peering up at Mrs. Florez, biting her bottom lip. "I-I don't think I can go on my own right now, a-and since I do have accidents sometimes, I'm worried that if I go to bed now, when I'm so tired..."

She couldn't finish that sentence, couldn't say, out loud, that she was afraid she might mess her diaper in her sleep, though the implication seemed obvious. Given the way Mrs. Florez's face softened, how she all but cooed, "Aww," out loud, she certainly appeared to pick up on it.

"Of course, dear," she told Anna, reaching out and rubbing her back. "That would be an awful way for you to wake up for your first full day here, wouldn't it?" Anna nodded silently, watching as Mrs. Florez knelt down and started to dig through the cabinet under the sink. "Let's see... Did you go yesterday?"

Anna nodded again, then, realizing the woman wasn't looking at her, head still under the sink, answered quietly, "Y-Yes, ma'am."

She flinched as Mrs. Florez turned to give her a pointed look, terrified that she was in trouble, that, somehow, that response had unlocked something in her brain, had helped her figure out that this was all fake. "I told you, young lady," she said, Anna squirming, stomach churning, knowing that her time here had barely begun, that she might be in for a very uncomfortable next few months. "Don't call me ma'am."

A wave of relief washed over Anna. "R-Right! Sorry, Mrs. Florez."

Mrs. Florez smiled. "It's all right, Anna. I don't think we need to break out the big guns if you went yesterday, so these ought to do it."

Anna's cheeks warmed as Mrs. Florez pulled out a small jar of suppositories, setting them on the sink. This was real, she thought, staring at them, bottom wiggling in anticipation and embarrassment. At the same time, she did feel an almost perverse fascination, wondering what those 'big guns' could be.

For now, Mrs. Florez turned her around, bending her gently over the sink, giving her a perfect view of her anxious face in the mirror as her host mother slid down her shorts, and then her diaper. A part of her wanted to insist she could do it herself... But she never had before, didn't want to prove that with the woman very possibly watching.

Mrs. Florez unscrewed the lid, plucking out a tiny, white bullet from inside the jar. "Here we are!" she declared, chuckling as she saw Anna's wide eyes looking at her from the reflection. "It isn't that bad," she promised. "Here, I'll count down so you can prepare yourself. Three..." Anna fidgeted, seeing the woman's hand moving downwards, towards her exposed backside. "Two..."

And, just like that, she felt it being pushed into her rear, squealing in indignation, positive she could detect it sliding further and further inside of her. "Sorry, sorry," Mrs. Florez patted the girl's lower back. "I thought it would be better to get it over with. It wasn't so bad, though, was it?"

"I-I guess not," Anna admitted. The idea of it, and what was happening now because of it, had been worse than the actual insertion, anyway.

"Good girl," Mrs. Florez said. "Now, we'll do one more, and then we'll be done."

"A-Another?!" Anna whined.

"Well, we don't want to have to wait all night," Mrs. Florez lectured. "We want you to be able to go to bed soon, and this ought to speed it up a bit. You just said it wasn't so bad the first time... This will be even easier because you know what to expect."

Anna sighed, but it seemed silly to protest now. "Okay," she accepted. "Fine..."

"That's the spirit," Mrs. Florez praised her, taking out another suppository and immediately slipping it into her bottom, not even starting a countdown. Then, to Anna's surprise, she tugged her diaper and shorts back up before starting to wash her hands.

"W-Wait..." Anna squirmed, squeezing her thighs together, feeling the padding there, glancing over at the toilet inches away from her. "Wh-Why..?"

"Even with two, it will take a few minutes," Mrs. Florez told her, drying her hands off. "You don't want to have to sit on the potty the whole time, do you? It isn't like you've never done this before, right?"

"R-Right..." Anna replied dreamily, heart beginning to pound in her chest. She had told the woman that... And now, this was apparently the consequences of that lie. She wasn't sure if she was excited or scared by it, but either way, the pressure she was sure she could feel building up in her tummy seemed completely different somehow, knowing how she was going to be relieving it.

"Now, why don't you go on and brush your teeth and wash your face?" Mrs. Florez suggested. "We can get that taken care of now so that, once you're finished up," she gave the seat of Anna's diaper a pat to leave no doubt what she was referring to, "all we'll have to do is get you changed, and then you can go right to bed?"

"O-Okay," Anna nodded numbly. After all that time she'd spent fantasizing about it, it was going to happen... She was going to fill her diaper before she went to bed. The thought made her feel so absolutely tiny that she hardly minded Mrs. Florez staying in the bathroom, watching her as she ran her toothbrush under the water, squirted out some toothpaste onto it, judging her silently as she started to brush her teeth.

She half expected the woman to step in, do it for her. Instead, she merely asked, "Are you sure that was long enough, dear?"

Anna blushed, shrugged. It had felt like it... But time seemed to have slowed down since she'd been given the suppositories, so it was almost impossible for her to judge. "I-I dunno," she mumbled.

Mrs. Florez did, apparently. "Why don't you try again?" 

Obediently, Anna did so, starting all over again, taking her time, watching Mrs. Florez in the mirror until she appeared to be satisfied before spitting out the last of the toothpaste, rinsing out her mouth. "Much better," the woman told her. 

Anna nodded, moving on to washing her face. It had been so long since that morning, since she'd put on her makeup - makeup she'd nearly foregone, knowing she'd be spending most of the day in an airplane - that it was a bit of a shock to see it gone suddenly. She'd gone subtle, trying to make herself look slightly younger without making it too obvious to anyone back home that was her intention, but, to her surprise, she felt like she looked more childish now, without it. 

Or was that just from her being aware of her growing discomfort inside of her, the knowledge of what was going to happen in her padded pants any time now? Who, other than a silly little toddler, would allow that to happen?

She didn't even protest when, once she was finished, Mrs. Florez grabbed her t-shirt, lifted it up over her head, then did the same with her bra, replacing both with a soft, pink shirt, guiding Anna's arms into the short sleeves, then pulling the front together, starting to button it up while Anna glanced down, seeing the teddy bear faces printed all over it.

"I got the feeling you didn't like the nightgown," Mrs. Florez said.

"N-No," Anna shook her head. "It was... fine..."

Mrs. Florez chuckled, bemused. "Mm-hmm. So, I found this, and I thought it was even cuter anyway."

The matching shorts had the teddy bears, too, and ruffles around the legholes. They were, perhaps, a bit looser than the shorts she had been wearing, making the bulge of her diaper underneath seem not quite as obvious, though, to Anna, who was clearly hyper-aware of them, it was still pronounced enough to make her look like a three year old, at best.

"Simply adorable," Mrs. Florez declared, in a tone that made Anna suspect she thought the same.

"Th-Thanks," Anna said bashfully, fidgeting. "Well... W-We're done now, right? Should I..?" She peered over at the toilet, unsure if she wanted to use it or not, almost wanting Mrs. Florez to forbid her, to take the choice away, to give her no option other than to fill her Pampers, complete the picture of her as a baby.

It wasn't going to be quite that simple, though. "If you want," Mrs. Florez told her. "Do you feel like you need to go now?"

Anna shrugged uncertainly. She could tell something was stirring in her guts, but how much of it was her imagination, knowing what she'd been given, and what it was going to do? 

"It might still be a few minutes," Mrs. Florez warned. "So you can wait on the potty if you'd like, or you could go wait in Karissa's room, if you'd prefer."

Anna blushed, imagining toddling back to Karissa in her PJs, then having to rush back out to use the toilet... Or... The embarrassment welled up inside as she wondered if she'd have time, if she'd, instead, fail, fill her pants right in front of her new friend. That would be so humiliating! But... Would Karissa expect anything more from her? 

And, in all honesty, there was a part of Anna that was almost disappointed in the thought that she'd get changed so soon after her first messy accident. There was a comfort in knowing that was bound to happen, so that she could get to bed, and since it was her first time, she didn't know if she'd like it or not. If she did, however, she'd hate to lose it so quickly. As experienced a babysitter as Karissa was, there was no way she wouldn't notice Anna pooping her pants, though, and she knew she wouldn't have the courage to say no if Karissa asked her if she needed, or wanted, a change...

Then again... She was all ready for bed now, wasn't she? If she went straight there, tucked herself in, pretended to fall asleep... She could let it happen there beneath the covers, and there was a chance Karissa would miss it as she got ready for bed herself. Then she'd have the option to 'wake up' and go ask for a fresh diaper if she wanted, claiming she'd been so exhausted that she hadn't been able to stay awake to wait for the suppositories to work, either right away, or after a little while, after she had the chance to really experience it...

Assuming, of course, that Karissa didn't see what was going on, didn't figure out that Anna was still awake and willfully not getting up, not getting changed. That might raise a few questions Anna didn't want to answer, if she was particularly unlucky. 

Would it be better, Anna pondered, to leave Karissa out of it altogether for now? Mrs. Florez knew all about the suppositories, obviously. She'd hardly be surprised if an accident happened, whereas, Anna wasn't certain how Karissa would respond. She could always keep her diaper on here, too, and then not make it to the toilet in time... It would be more humiliating, probably, with the toilet so close, requiring her to pretend that her control was so bad that she couldn't toddle over a few feet and get her diaper off in time, but she could do it...

Would she, though? There was no indication that Mrs. Florez would let her use the bathroom in peace, that she wouldn't stick around to keep an eye on her like she had with everything else... That would be embarrassing enough, perhaps, a way to ease into this... Anna suspected she'd have plenty of opportunities in the future to try messing her diaper, maybe in a more private manner...

But, for now, she had to make a choice. Mrs. Florez was waiting, and Anna worried that, if she took too much longer, the woman was going to answer for her. So, what was she going to do?

Should Anna...

Use the toilet now?

Ask Mrs. Florez if she can wait in her bathroom with her diaper on?

Go to Karissa's room to wait and try to make it to the toilet on time?

Or go to Karissa's room and go to bed to wait for the inevitable?