After School Care (Part 3) (Patreon)

 Amy woke up feeling groggy, not certain where she was. Looking around, she realized she was still in the ''Relaxation room'', surrounded by the bars of a large crib, trapped in this childish prison. However the nursery-like room she was in wasn't the only thing that felt childish. 

She remembered why she was sent there in the first place... and what she was wearing underneath her school uniform. Anxious, she reached down to it and pressed her fingers against the padding of her underwear.

The fabric covering the Goodnites Pull-Up she was wearing was soft and her crotch felt dry. Of course it was, she thought. Why would it be anything but dry? She wasn't some sort of baby, why would she anticipate wetting the bed?

She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she sighed with relief at that realization. At least she wouldn't have to ask nurse Mary to bring that extra Pull-Up from the other room to change her.

Amy sat in the bed, pondering how she would go about facing all the students who had seen her in a diaper the day before. They were probably all talking about it at that exact moment. Wondering if she was still in one to get down for her nap like a little girl. They were probably suggesting that she would wake up in a wet diaper too.

The 18 year old girl was debating in her head whether or not she should come out and show them that she was not wearing a diaper and most definitely had NOT wet herself in her sleep. However, proving that would also meant to tell them what she was actually wearing... a pair of bed wetter's training panties most of them had probably outgrown long ago, let alone herself.

''It's not a diaper, she thought. They're just... panties. Padded panties...''

Training panties is what she actually had in mind, but she couldn't bring herself to even thinking it.

Suddenly she heard a knock on the door. Her bodied stiffed in the bed. Nurse Mary was probably coming in to check on her... or more accurately to check her.

The door opened up as Amy prepared herself to get it over with. Before the woman had even crossed the threshold, she felt the need to shout:

''I'm still dry!''

''Hum... What?''

She recognized the voice, but it wasn't nurse Mary's. It was a the voice of a young woman her age, but how was that possible?

Amy froze when she finally saw the face of the person who spoke back. It was Ronda, a bully from her class.

What was a bully doing there, in after care?  She realized the reason she herself was there in the first place was as a punishment from the school... could it be that Ronda had gotten that form of detention as well?

''What are you doing here?''

Amy asked while immediately closing her legs together to hide her padded butt.

Ronda: Mary sent me to get you... Were you actually napping in here?

Amy: But why are you at the after care? Did you get detention?

Ronda: I made some pussy teacher cry, now I have to spend a month in here. What was that you said about being... dry?'

Ronda raised her eyebrows.

Amy: Nothing. So I can go out now?

Ronda: Wait a second... is it true what that kid told me? That you peed your pants yesterday and now you wear diapers? I couldn't believe it...

Amy: NO! I mean I'm... I'm not, okay?

Ronda: Show it to me.

Amy: What?!

Ronda: I know you're wearing a diaper. I want you to show it to me.

The young woman had a threatening tone, one that did not allow any compromise. Knowing Ronda had earned a reputation as the school bully, Amy had no idea what to do in such a situation.

She wanted to resist, but when Ronda approached her she knew she had to do something.

Amy: It's... it's not a diaper. Not exactly.

Ronda: I said show it to me dork.

Amy parted her legs to reveal the butterlies on the front of her pink Goodnite. Ronda laughed so hard Amy thought she might pee her pants.

Ronda: Oh my God... If this isn't a diaper then I don't know what it is.

Amy: It's a Pull-Up!

She exclaimed, surprised at her own defense of her childish underpants. She didn't want to be associated with diapers, although Pull-Ups weren't exactly better... or were they?

Ronda: Even better! Pull-Ups are meant for accidents, aren't they? I want you to have one now.

Amy: You're insane.

Ronda: I won't let you out of this room before you pee in your little Pull-Ups. Do you understand? From now on you're my little plaything and you're gonna do as you're told. Otherwise... everybody might find out that little Amy is still in diapers like some big dorky baby! It's pretty simple. Either it stays our little secret, or you become the laughing stock for the whole school.

Amy: You... you can't!

Ronda: I sure can and I will. It won't be hard to prove either, I assume you're wearing those all day hmm? Mommy doesn't trust you in big girl panties yet, does she? Afraid you're gonna have a little accident and pee all over your pretty school skirt just like yesterday. Tomorrow everyone might be looking at that exact skirt wondering what's under it. Do you want that, yes or no?

Amy: ...No.

Ronda: Good. Now how about that ''accident''?

Amy: I won't. Stop... please Ronda, no one can know.

Ronda: I'm gonna count to 5 and if you haven't started peeing in those training pants of yours, I'm tweeting to everyone ''Just ran into Amy at the after care having a little nap in her Pull-Ups. Think I should wake her?'' Okay... 5... 4...

Amy: Ronda, come on!

Ronda: 3...

The hissing sound that came out from Amy's padded crotch was the only reply Ronda received.