Sabrina's Diapered Halloween (Part 3) (Patreon)

Part 3

Velma: Yup. She peed in her Pull-Ups. What a surprise. 

Sabrina: Look, I know what it looks like, but...

Ms. P: Oh it’s okay honey, you don’t need to justify yourself, it happens to all little girls.

Sabrina: I’m NOT a little girl!

Ms. P: Of course not, you’re a big girl, but even big girls have accidents sometimes. That’s what the Pull-Ups are for, just in case. Come with me, let’s get you changed, okay sweetie? 

Sabrina: I... no... I don’t.... ugh. Fine, I guess...

What else was she to do? At this point Sabrina was wearing a wet pair of Huggies Pull-Ups and they were getting uncomfortable. Might as well put on a new one on. It probably didn’t help her case as Ms. Patterson, the daycare manager, believed her to be an actual child. Changing her out of her wet training pants would only add to that belief, but at least Sabrina would be dry.

The 20 year old ventured further into the nursery. Her overall jean skirt was still tucked up so her pink and white Pull-Up was in full view, showcasing Cinderella and an empty circle that used to display a glass slipper, but had faded out when Sabrina’s friend, Emily had slipped a few ice cubes into it. Now it looked like Sabrina had peed herself, just the intended purpose for those padded training panties. A light squishing sound accompanied the crinkling her Pull-Ups made when her thighs brushed against it.

Velma: If you don’t need me I’m gonna head back upstairs.

Ms. P: The bathroom is over here sweetheart. Do you need any help to put it on? 

Sabrina: I’m good. It wasn’t really an accident you know.

Ms. P: I’m sure it wasn’t sweetie. It doesn’t look like you tinkled much. Just a few drops, you must’ve been excited by the party, that’s all.

Sabrina: No... I mean it was Emily...

Ms. P: Yes, yes. She should’ve sent you here sooner, it’s getting late for you isn’t it? Maybe you could’ve gone to the potty on time. Oh well, serves no purpose to cry over spilled milk. Here you go.

The older woman handed a folded Pull-Up straight from the package to Sabrina. She picked it up reluctantely and looked at it. That one was purple and white and had a clock under the princess as the wetness indicator. Sabrina felt the padding of the disposable training diaper with her fingers. The thickness, the babyish rustling when she grabbed it.

Sabrina: No.

Ms. P: What’s this sweetie?

Sabrina: I’m not putting these on. I’ll just take mine off and I’m heading back upstairs to find my friend. This is getting ridiculous.

Ms. P: Careful now missy. You sound like you’re getting a bit cranky there.

Sabrina: And YOU sound like you’re too stupid to understand I’m an adult!

Ms. P: What did you call me young lady?

Sabrina: I said... you’re fucking stupid and...

It took only a second for the much taller and stronger Ms. Patterson to have Sabrina bent over her desk. She started smacking her padded bottom several times before sliding the damp Pull-Up down to her knees and spanking her again.

Sabrina never saw it coming. She was shocked to find herself getting spanked ruthlessly, her bum was now hurting and turning a shade of dark pink. 

Ms. P: You will learn to respect your elders little miss.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Towards the end, the initial surprised turned into a genuine feeling of helplessness and Sabrina instinctively began to cry from the pain and the humiliation. Another feeling, from her bladder this time, was catching up with her.

Sabrina: Please!! Stop!! Ow! I... I have to pee!!

SMACK SMACK

Ms. P: Is that so... very well.

She simply slid the Pull-Up back up to the young woman’s crotch and kept hitting her behind furioulsy.

The pressure on her bladder from being bent over the desk and the swats on her buttocks accompanied by the damp feeling on her private parts did not mix well. It took only a few more slaps before poor Sabrina could no longer hold it. 

Her pee began to flood the front padding of her training pants, then she felt it spreading across her crotch and her butt became very wet. The whole underwear was bloated and began to sag. Now she truly felt like a toddler in a soaked diaper. She cried even more.

Unfortunately for young woman, it didn’t stop there. The trainers were made for young children and were not able to hold an adult’s full blown accident. So after a moment, they began to leak and Sabrina felt the stream down her thighs and reaching her knee-high socks. She surely did not look like a 20 year old at that moment.

Ms. P: Look what you’ve done now... and you said you don’t want to wear Pull-Ups huh? I can understand why not. Maybe you’re not ready for Pull-Ups yet, are you? Anyhow it’s getting past your bedtime so we’ll put you in something more appropriate for night night.

Sabrina: Please... please.

She was sobbing, but she had no choice but to do as the daycare manager asked. Unless she wanted to go back up in her soaked training pants and piss-stained socks.

Ms. P: Hush now, it’s okay. I’ve seen this happen more then you can imagine. Here...

She helped Sabrina lie down on the desk where she had been spanked, then she teared apart the Pull-Up sides and threw it out. She cleaned the half-naked and fully embarrassed girl with baby wipes before producing a new garment from the drawer.

It was a diaper. A Pampers baby diaper. 

The young woman kept sobbing the whole time she was getting powdered up, feeling powerless. When the tabs were finally closed and she had her diaper on, Ms. Patterson allowed her to get back on her feet. Only then did she stop crying. 

Ms. P: There. Isn’t it better? All dry now and ready for bed.

Without a warning, Sabrina started running.

She ran out of the daycare as fast as she could. She took a left and entered the first door to a staircase she could find. She climbed up the steps in a hury, not even waiting for a breather when she reached the next floor. 

The room she was in was all dark and she was alone. She could hear the party on the other side of the wall so she followed the voices and ran into a dozen of people in very elaborate costumes, all in a single file, waiting in silence.

She finally stopped to catch her breath and was harldy able to talk after such a run.

Sabrina: Where... is... Emily? I... need... Emily...

Everyone was looking at her, confused. She was about to explain when she heard the staircase door opening. She panicked and got further toward the front.

Costumed man: Hey, wait your turn!

She didn’t listen as she quickly outstripped the group and head out the only exit she could find.

Presenter : And now... our next candidate!

Sabrina realized she was on a stage. Everyone was gathered around it, looking at her.

Presenter : Hum... oh, new candidate, okay! Here is... BABYGIRL!

The crowd started cheering as Sabrina looked around, desperate. She noticed her Pampers were in full view as she hadn’t pulled her skit back down in the commotion. 

Presenter : Very good costume! This is very original. As we can imagine, this young woman must’ve been a baby in the year 2000, so she took the theme to heart.

The man, dressed as Marilyn Manson, came over to her and presented her with the microphone.

Presenter : What’s your name baby girl?

Sabrina: I’m... Sab... Sabrina.

Presenter: Very well Sabrina, and now the question everyone has on their mind... is that a real diaper?

Ms. P: Yes it is.

The woman had appeared from behind them out of nowhere and grabbed the microphone.

Ms. P: Good evening everyone, I’m sorry to interrupt your nice party, but little Sabby here was just about to say her beddy-byes. You see she was in the daycare with me tonight. She’s just a bit embarrassed because she’s had an accident in her Pull-Ups and they started leaking everywhere, but that’s okay, isn’t honey? We got you all nice and dry in your Pampers now and ready to go night-night.

Presenter : Wonderful! Good presentaton. This is so clever, I love it! Go on!

Ms. P: Alright, everyone say ‘bye bye Sabby’

The crowd cheered and repeated after her, followed by hysterical laughter. Sabrina even saw her friend Emily laughing with the others in the front row.

Bye Bye Sabby.