The Taming of Morgan - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Morgan groaned, reaching up to wipe her face, only for Sierra to grab her wrist and give her a smack on the rear of her loaded diaper. "You can clean up when we get to the locker room," she told the girl. "We're almost there!"

Morgan knew she should be able to make this girl do whatever she wanted - she'd done just that for quite a while - but now she couldn't help blushing and doing as she was told as she was escorted across the campus. She felt filthy, like a messy toddler, her face covered in yogurt, the mass in her diaper squelching and shifting with every step, certain that all eyes were on her, yet not in the way she enjoyed.

Getting to the locker room should have been a relief... She'd always felt safe there, powerful, in control... That was before all this had happened, though. The past few practices had been torture, trying to keep her diapers hidden under her tight workout clothes, fighting to keep her composure as she helplessly wet herself with the eyes of the whole squad on her... And now, she was being pulled into the locker room in a full diaper, one she had very little hope of hiding from the other girls! Any respect they still had for her would be gone the instant they saw her like this...

"Please, just let me change," she begged Sierra as they approached the door, starting to drag her feet. "Please, don't do this to me..."

Sierra ignored her, pulling her down the hall, barely seeming to notice Morgan's resistance. Morgan had really been underestimating the girl's strength all this time... "I-I'll make you second in command!" she exclaimed. "You'll be my right-hand woman... W-We'll do everything together! You can help me with every decision, and..."

"What about Tati?" Sierra asked. "Doesn't she already do that?"

"What about her?" Morgan shook her head. "Sh-She's not that good, anyway! We can even kick her out of the squad, if you want!"

Sierra stopped, finally, just inches from the door. "Really?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Yes!" Morgan exclaimed, quickly latching onto the other girl's apparent interest. "We don't need her! We've never needed her! Everyone's right, I only let her in because we're friends! I'll do whatever you want, just don't make me go in there like this!"

"Whatever I want?" Sierra smirked. "You already do whatever I want, remember?" Morgan squirmed, remembering all the things the girl had already made her do. "I already control you, and you're in charge, aren't you? Why do I need to be second in command, when I command you?" Sierra grabbed Morgan's wrist again, yanking her to the door and pushing it open.

Morgan yelped, anxiously releasing a torrent of pee into her well-used diaper, wincing at all the eyes she was sure were about to turn towards her... But the room was empty. Morgan felt relieved, for a moment, before asking, "Where is everyone? We're supposed to practice before the game!"

"I texted them all last night," Sierra told her. "From your phone, after tucking you in. They're all doing so well, it seemed silly for them to wear themselves out before the big show, don't you think?"

Morgan opened her mouth, wanting to disagree, yet it was clear the answer Sierra wanted. "I-I guess so," she grumbled. Why had Sierra even brought her here, then? Just to scare her? That had worked pretty well, but it seemed kind of pointless. Especially since... "If we're not having practice, I get my panties back, right?" she asked desperately. "Y-You said I wouldn't have to wear these for games, and it's almost time for a game, so..."

"That was before I saw how badly you needed them," Sierra told her, giving her diaper a swat, making the taller girl squirm and wrinkle her nose. "How many poopy Pampers have I changed for you?"

"That's not my fault!" Morgan protested. "You won't let me use the bathroom on my own!"

"You're always free to ask me for permission," Sierra shrugged. Yet, any time Morgan wanted to do that, Sierra had been surrounded by other people... And her version of 'asking' involved letting Sierra check her then and there to make sure she hadn't already gone before making a decision. "But you always choose to just go in your diaper... Don't tell me..? Do you actually like this?" She chuckled as she watched Morgan shake her head vehemently.

"Sierra, please, don't make me go out and cheer in these things," she begged. "The skirts are so short... I don't know if I'll be able to..."

"Whose fault is that?" Morgan squirmed, thinking about how she'd complained to the school about how boring and conservative the uniforms had been before she started. "And you've done just fine at practice in them," Sierra pointed out. "And it seems like you need the protection..."

Morgan's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the other girl, slowly realizing that she was screwed. Sierra had made up her mind, gone back on their deal... It was never supposed to go this far! Who knew who would be out in those stands, watching her... And even if none of them noticed, there was no way the other girls on the squad wouldn't if she didn't get a change. Already, the locker room was starting to smell...

She forced herself to calm down, to think. It looked like she was going to be wearing a diaper, like it or not... Maybe if she could just get a change, she could hide a clean diaper through one game. She'd have to be careful with some moves, half-ass a couple more, but it was possible, as long as she got a change...

"I don't, though," she told Sierra. "And I can prove it! I still have one more diaper for today, right? Just let me put that one on, and then if I can make it until the game, that'll show I don't really need these, won't it? And then maybe I can take them off for the game? Like we agreed?"

She'd known Sierra wouldn't go for that; she still had to try. Sierra looked thoughtful for a few moments, then countered, "Don't use it before the end of the game, and then maybe you won't have to wear them at the next one."

It wasn't ideal, but Morgan had the feeling this was the best she was going to get. "Okay," she nodded, reaching into her backpack.

Sierra stopped her. "No, I'll change you, just like I always do," she informed her. "Go wash your face and strip, and I'll be there in a minute, okay?"

Morgan nodded, all too happy to get away from the girl who had been ruining her life for a few minutes. She waddled into the shower room, over to the sinks to splash some water onto her face and wash off some of the yogurt on there. She couldn't believe this was a victory for her - wearing a diaper onto the field, just not a dirty one - but that was where her life was right now...

She slipped out of her shirt, tossing it onto a hook, then carefully shimmied out of her skirt, groaning every time her hand slipped and pushed against the bloated rear of her diaper, reminding her even more of her condition. The picture in the mirror was ridiculous: above the waist, she was beautiful, buxom, a knock-out... Below, she was a toddler, failing spectacularly at her potty training. 

She hadn't always been like that, though.... 

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"No, I don't want to hang out!" Morgan rolled her eyes, pushing past some lame girl who lived on her floor. She was pretty sure the girl was her RA, though she had never cared enough to find out for sure. "Grow a personality and maybe you'll be able to find some friends!"

It was a little testier than she usual acted towards the girl, but Morgan wasn't in a good mood today. She had woken up with a groan, feeling light-headed, a little sick... Then, she'd tried to sit up, and realized, to her horror, that she was sleeping in a huge puddle. She'd hoped, for a brief second, that she'd knocked a cup over onto her bed at night, yet there was no cup. Instead, there was a faint smell of ammonia, telling her exactly what it actually was.

After letting herself be grossed out for a few minutes, she started worrying about what to do. She might have a private room, but she still lived in a dorm, which could make cleaning up a problem... Fortunately, when she looked at her phone, she saw that it was pretty early. Normally, she would have gone back to sleep at this hour; instead, she stripped, hurried down the hall to take a quick shower and make sure she didn't see anybody else out and about, then gathered up her bedding and made a mad dash to the nearest stairwell.

The laundry room was in the basement, and, of course, she lived on the top floor. Luckily, most people just took the elevator - which was why she wasn't - but you never knew when you'd run into somebody leaning out one of the stairwell's windows to smoke, or someone from the cleaning crew, or somebody who just preferred getting a little exercise by climbing the steps instead of riding up or down. 

Thankfully, Morgan didn't run into any of those on her trek down the stairs, and for a moment, she thought she was home free... She darted into the laundry room, shoved the armload of sheets and blankets into the nearest washing machine, and slammed the lid, only to realize she hadn't brought any change.

She cursed to herself and headed back upstairs, though the terror was starting to subside. She took the steps, despite not having anything to hide, just wanting to calm her nerves a bit, and work out what had happened. As far as she could remember, the day before had been nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that would have caused this... It was the middle of the week, so she hadn't done any partying. She'd even felt tired, and went to bed earlier than usual.

The only thing she could recall that seemed even the tiniest bit odd was noticing a weird after-taste in her protein shake. It wasn't anything much, and she'd dismissed it, thinking she was imagining it, or just hadn't noticed it before. Could she have gotten part of a bad batch? That had to be it... She'd just throw it out, and that would be that. No big deal.... Maybe she could even sue the company or something.

She'd almost let herself feel good - or at least less bad - about what had happened, until she got back to the basement with a handful of quarters, only to find pictures spread out across the top of her machine... Pictures of her, fast asleep, in a very wet bed.

She gasped, cheeks burning as she grabbed them, tearing them up and tossing them into the garbage, then gathering up the pieces and shoving them into her pockets to throw away in her own room, in case somebody got bored and tried to piece them together. She hadn't seen anybody in the basement on her way there, and when she stuck her head out the door to look again, she still didn't. Her skin crawled as she thought of someone being in her room at night, especially seeing her like that... What kind of freak could it have been?!

That thought bothered her the rest of the day - she'd been so distracted, she'd very nearly peed herself again, in the middle of class - then got even worse after classes. She hadn't had time to completely do her laundry, just to wash it and then shove it into the dryer before going to class. When she went back to get it, it was gone... Sometimes, people would do take it out if it was left in for too long, but it hadn't been left on any of the machines, or anywhere else that Morgan could find. It was just... gone.

So, as she stormed down her hall and to her dorm room, she wasn't in the mood to talk to any of her dorky neighbors. It was obvious somebody was screwing with her, and she didn't like it... Didn't they know who she was?!

She threw her door open in disgust, then slammed it shut again, eyes wide, hoping the girl she'd just brushed off wasn't close enough to see what was inside. Her sheets had been returned, and put back onto her bed... But there was something else on her bed as well - a package of adult diapers, surrounded by more copies of the pictures from the laundry room. 

There was a note on top of it, and she snatched it up and sat down to read it, mortified to hear the mattress beneath her crinkle at her weight. 'It looks like you need these. Put one on and meet me in Meeting Room B of the English Building, or I'll post those pictures all over Facebook.'

Morgan wasn't sure what to do, at first. Obviously, she wasn't going to wear a diaper - who would? - but should she really meet whoever this was? There was no telling who it might be... They might even be dangerous. Then again, she didn't want those pictures to go out on the Internet... And she could handle herself.

So she went to the meeting room, making sure to have a canister of pepper spray in her purse, cautiously opened the door... Then burst out laughing. "You?" she shook her head, then frowned. "What the hell were you doing in my room?!"

Sierra looked a bit offended, but that didn't bother Morgan. She knew the girl was no threat... "I-I wanted to come talk to you about my position on the squad," she said. 

"In the middle of the night?" Morgan narrowed her eyes.

"It was barely nine thirty," Sierra said. Morgan opened her mouth, wanting to contradict her, then realized she couldn't, not with any certainty. She'd gone to bed sooner than usual, sure... Had it really been that early? She hadn't checked her phone or anything... It had been a long time since she'd fallen asleep before eleven or twelve, probably since she'd stopped having a bedtime. 

"How did you get in?" Morgan demanded.

"I'm an RA," Sierra stood up a bit taller. "I bet you didn't know that, did you?"

"You aren't my RA," Morgan felt relatively sure about that.

"I know all the other RA's, though, and when you didn't open the door, I was worried something might be wrong, so she let me borrow the key. And... I guess something was wrong, wasn't it? Or do you do that often?"

Morgan glowered, wanting to smack the smug look off the other girl's face. "Screw you! So, what, you want me to keep you on the squad in exchange for not telling anyone?"

"That's a good start," Sierra shrugged. "Did you follow directions like a good little girl?"

Morgan pulled away as Sierra grabbed for her skirt. "Hey, stop it!" she growled, followed by a much squeakier, "Hey!" as Sierra lunged again, snatching a handful of fabric and pulling Morgan in closer. Morgan tried to push her away, eyes widening as Sierra easily resisted, pulling her skirt up, exposing her skimpy underwear.

"Oh, my God," Sierra raised her free hand to her mouth. "Not only didn't you, you peed yourself! You really do have a problem, don't you?!"

"No, I didn't!" Morgan's cheeks burned with rage and humiliation. "And no, I didn't!" She tried to pull free, but she had seriously underestimated Sierra's strength. The other girl's hand closed around her underwear and yanking them down, shoving Morgan to the floor to pull them over her feet before shoving them in her face.

"Didn't you?" Sierra asked, grinning as Morgan squirmed under her, trying to get away from her own undies, the up-close sight of which made it obvious her 'close call' in class earlier had been even closer than she'd realized. "It's a good thing I brought you one..."

Resting a knee on Morgan's stomach to keep her in place, Sierra reached into her backpack, pulling out a large, thick, adult diaper. "Don't you worry," Sierra told her, "Now that I know you need help, I'm going to take good care of you." Morgan opened her mouth, though whether she intended to yell for help or curse out the girl on top of her, even she wasn't sure, and then gagged as Sierra shoved the damp panties inside, shutting her up as she prepared to diaper Morgan for the first - but far from last - time of her adult life.

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"Come on, just get it over with!" Morgan called impatiently. She'd been standing there in the shower room for what seemed like ages in her bra and diaper, feeling ridiculous. She'd torn her gaze off of the mirror quickly, but there wasn't anywhere else to look, either, leaving her just staring anxiously at the empty showers, hoping none of the squad had missed Sierra's text, or decided to show up early anyway...

"All right, all right," Sierra finally said. Morgan saw something being held over her head and reached up with a sigh, letting her hands slide into the armholes of her uniform's shirt as it was pulled down, ending high enough to show some navel between it and the waistband of her sagging diaper.

"You look so cute," Sierra gushed. "Maybe you should cheer like that."

"No!" Morgan squealed urgently, starting to turn.

"Stay like that!" Sierra ordered. Something about her voice seemed off, but Morgan was too distracted to think too much about it. She saw a pair of hands holding her skirt open on the floor.

"B-But... My change..." she pouted.

"In a minute," Sierra said. "I want to get you dressed first." Morgan sighed and stepped into the skirt, watching it rise up her legs, higher and higher, then settling in over her diaper. She frowned, wiggling her hips a little; her diaper was definitely visible right now, if only because of how much it was drooping. It was hard to tell, but she still thought a clean one would be hidden, though she might have even less range of movement than she'd thought before flashing it, though the one other piece of her uniform might help with that...

"Now, step into these..." Sierra told her, as if reading her mind. Morgan looked down to see her bloomers waiting.

"M-My..." Morgan tried to remind the other girl.

"Now!" Sierra ordered. Morgan did as she was told, watching in horror as the bloomers rose higher and higher, climbing up over her ankles, then her knees... Then, thankfully, stopping. "All right," Sierra said. "Now turn around and toddle over to your changing mat here, and we'll get you all taken care of."

Morgan let out a sigh of relief. She'd been sure Sierra had gone back on her promise, but clearly she'd just been teasing her. "That wasn't funny, you..." she said as she turned.

She gasped, freezing as she saw that the person there, the one who had been dressing her, wasn't Sierra at all, but Tatiana. Sierra stood behind her, arms folded, smile on her face as she watched Morgan's reaction.

"T-Tati!" Morgan stuttered, suddenly much more aware of the messy diaper around her waist. She felt humiliated, being seen like this by her best friend... But, at the same time... "Y-You have to help me! Sierra's blackmailing me, she's the one making me wear these, and use them! She..."

Tatiana gave her a sad smile. "You poor thing..." she said, shaking her head. "But you don't need me, remember?"

Morgan's eyes widened as she remembered saying that to Sierra in the hall. But how could Tatiana have heard that? Nobody else had been around... Unless... Tatiana reached down, grabbing the bloomers, and yanking them up into place roughly. Morgan wriggled, feeling the mushy mess in her pants being pushed against her anew, giving her a fresh reminder of what she'd done. 

"T-Tati..." she whimpered, squirming as the other girl kept pulling upwards. Morgan groaned, getting up on her tiptoes to try to escape the feeling, but Tatiana didn't stop. No matter what she did, Morgan couldn't escape... Every movement just made the mush squish into some new place. She'd thought she'd experienced a messy diaper before - and she'd certainly had to use her diaper for that plenty - but it had never been quite like this. She felt helpless, disgusting, and utterly infantile.

What made it all worse was what she was wearing. She'd felt confident in her looks for a long time, but it was in this uniform that she really felt the best. It made her feel so hot, going out onto the field in it, getting the crowd all riled up, knowing they were all staring at her... And now she was in it, feeling more babyish than ever as she helplessly wiggled in her very poopy diaper, totally at someone else's mercy.

Finally, Tatiana let go, the bloomers snapped into place, compressing the diaper tightly around Morgan as she stood there, in front of Sierra and Tatiana, tears in her eyes. "Well," Tatiana said, turning to Sierra. "I think she's ready for the big game... What about you?"