Nichole's Adoption - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Nichole knew all too well what a wet diaper felt like first thing in the morning. She groaned as she noticed it there, cool and squishy and clammy between her legs, mortified at what she'd done.

For a moment or two, she wondered if all of that with Traci and Miles had been a dream, if she was still stuck at school... After that, she began to hazily recall how she'd woken up in the middle of the night, able to recognize instantly that she was diapered, and made the same bleary assumption, simply rolling over and wetting her diaper automatically, since, if she was at school, she'd have no choice.

But now, opening her eyes, looking around, it was obvious she was wrong, that she was free, and at her friends' house. She could have gone to the bathroom at any time, which made the fact she hadn't all the more humiliating. She wrinkled her nose, wiggling under her covers in shame, pondering what to do, how she was going to get changed and get rid of this diaper in a way that would keep them from finding it, from being able to tell what she'd done.

When were they leaving for work? Could she pretend to be asleep until they were gone? They hadn't discussed it, so she wasn't sure the former; the latter, honestly, seemed unlikely however, given how early she'd been put to bed. Why would she outsleep them, who presumably had stayed up until a normal, adult time of night?

She flinched at the sound of the door opening, closing her eyes tight. It was odd that Traci or Miles hadn't knocked, hadn't alerted her that they were coming in, though maybe they had, and the sound was what had woken her up in the first place. She hadn't seen a clock yet, didn't know exactly what time it was, so it was possible she'd actually done her plan already, without meaning to, had slept in late, and they were coming in to tell her they were leaving.

Whatever the case, she was too flustered to let them know she was awake, to do anything other than stay perfectly still, waiting for them to leave and give her the rest of the day to herself to deal with what she'd done. She wasn't shocked that they didn't speak up, for fear, presumably, of disturbing her slumber; what was shocking what feeling them peel back her blankets, being forced to let them be taken away so as not to blow her cover.

It was okay, she told herself, trying to stay as calm as she could. Her pajamas were still on, would keep them from being able to tell. Even if they'd slipped down a bit in the night, the waistband was what would be showing, not the crotch, not the part that was soggy.

And then, to her horror, she felt a hand slip inside her PJ shorts and give the diaper a squeeze. "H-Hey!" she squealed, unable to stop herself any longer, eyes opening again to glare in indignation at, she had to assume, Traci, certain Miles would never be that disrespectful.

Who she saw instead, standing over her, was Ms. Brooks, shaking her head as she extracted her hand. "Of course," she declared, ignoring Nichole's outburst altogether. "I can't believe your parents didn't buy you any diapers when you clearly have a bedwetting problem."

Nichole wanted, so badly, to deny it, but the evidence was right there, under her PJs, and Ms. Brooks had just examined it. She sniffed, whined, "Wh-Why are you here?" as she sat up and pouted at the woman.

"When your Mommy and Daddy told me yesterday how little preparation they'd done for you, I thought it would be a good idea to see if they'd made plans for what to do with you today, while they were at work. They tried to claim they did, though from the looks on their faces, I knew they were lying to me, so I handled it. And, since I knew they hadn't been shopping for you, I decided I'd bring you something appropriate to wear for the day, so you didn't have to put your uniform back on. I imagine you're pretty tired of that."

"Yeah," Nichole had to admit. She would have preferred to wear what they'd bought yesterday when out shopping, but anything would be better than going back into that uniform.

Not by much, though. The woman had brought her a pair of pink capri pants with bows at the ankles, and a matching floral-printed top with frilly cap sleeves, and pockets on the front in a matching pink to the pants, with matching bows on them. It definitely looked like a play outfit for a little girl, all laid out on the bed, waiting for Nichole... Especially after Ms. Brooks opened up the top drawer of her dresser and found the panties they'd purchased at the store the day before.

She scoffed, shaking her head in disgust. "Why would they even leave these in here where you could find them?" Ms. Brooks wondered aloud. "Irresponsible... These must be some of your Mommy's." Nichole wanted to say they were hers, but didn't dare. She also wasn't about to speak up when the social worker asked, "Didn't the school send you home with a few pairs?", determined not to be stuck in those awful, thick, cotton panties again. 

At least, not until Ms. Brooks sighed and shrugged. "Well, no matter. It would probably be better to keep you diapered for today anyway, while you get used to your new home, especially given how soaked that one is."

"Wh-What?!" Nichole gasped. Even at school, she'd never had to wear diapers during the day! "N-No, I know where the panties are! I'll wear them!"

"No, you certainly will not," Ms. Brooks told her. "You didn't want to be helpful, so you've missed your chance."

"No, that's not fair!" Nichole stomped her foot, tears filling her eyes. She was supposed to be free now, getting ready to go back to being an adult! She couldn't spend her day in a diaper and some dumb kids' clothes! "No, they're right there!"

As Ms. Brooks opened up the suitcase the clothes the school had sent Nichole with to retrieve another diaper, Nichole dived for it, pushing aside the uniforms to try to find the underwear underneath. Ms. Brooks grabbed her by the upper arm, pulling her away, back towards the bed, while she whined and stamped her feet unhappily.

"Young lady," Ms. Brooks threatened, "if you keep this up, I'm going to go bring your Daddy in here and make sure he knows how to deal with bratty little outbursts like this. And if he doesn't... I do."

Did she mean a spanking?! Nichole's head swam with humiliation, imagining Miles being forced to pull her over his lap and spank her. It did quiet her down, although, by then, it was too late.

Ms. Brooks had already pulled Nichole's PJ shorts down, setting them aside, leaving her in her obviously wet diaper, when the bedroom door swung open. "Is everything okay in here?" Traci asked, pushing the door open to check before Nichole could react, could even try to hide. 

"They are," Ms. Brooks told her, as Nichole's face burned bright red, seeing both Traci and Miles standing there, seeing her in another wet diaper, a fresh one waiting on the bed. "You're almost out of diapers, though, so I hope you intended on buying at least some more of those today."

Nichole wanted Miles to stick up for her, to tell the woman that she didn't need them... But, considering the evidence she was wearing indicating otherwise, she knew that would have seemed suspicious. It still didn't make it sting any less when he said, "Yes, of course. We have a big shopping trip planned when we get home today."

Ms. Brooks nodded her approval. "Perfect. Would you like me to come with you to help?"

Nichole's eyes widened, her head shaking frantically, trying to signal to Miles and Traci, desperate to keep that from happening. Thankfully, they appeared to be on the same page. "Oh, no," Traci forced a smile. "You've done so much already, we wouldn't want to trouble you with that."

"If you're certain," Ms. Brooks shrugged. "I'd say better that than having to go back and do it again after I inspect it and find all the things you forgot, but it's up to you. All right, up you go."

Nichole had been so busy staring at her 'parents' that she had almost forgotten what Ms. Brooks was doing, the woman attending to it so naturally, so effortlessly, that it had almost seemed as though she was simply having a conversation. When she turned her head, however, she saw the fresh diaper, open and waiting, right next to the stupid, childish outfit. She wanted to refuse it... With Miles and Traci right there, Ms. Brooks's threat loomed heavy. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she mumbled instead.

"We'll, uh... Let you get to it," Traci ducked out of the room with Miles, leaving Nichole some privacy as Ms. Brooks changed her into a fresh diaper, dressed her up for the day, finishing the outfit off with a pair of lacy white ankle socks, pink Velcro sneakers, and pink ribbons tying her hair into twin ponytails.

"I look like a toddler!" Nichole whined when she saw her reflection, tugging anxiously at the hem of her shirt, not that it mattered when the bulge of her diaper was so obvious beneath her capris. If anything, it felt like she'd moved backwards from where she'd been at school! She couldn't wait for Ms. Brooks to leave her alone so she could rip this awful diaper off of herself.

Ms. Brooks didn't deny it, though it also didn't seem to bother her. "You look adorable," she said, and, before she could continue, the doorbell rang. "Oh, good, your babysitter is here. Come along, let me introduce you."

"W-Wait," Nichole gulped, struggling, and failing, to dig her heels in, to keep from being dragged out of her room in these clothes, in this diaper, especially to meet, "A babysitter?!" That would have been bad enough on its own, but the fact that - considering Ms. Brooks had told her earlier that she'd 'handled' it - she was one that Ms. Brooks knew, and approved of, made the concept all the more intimidating, and humiliating.