Fall of the Queen (Chapter 9) (Patreon)

Chapter 9
A Challenge

I had no choice. It was two against one and both of these people were clearly clinically insane. They were both getting joy out of treating an 18 year old like she was a diaper wearing little toddler. I couldn’t speak because of the pacifier in my mouth but I still reacted miserably when Katie showed me the new outfit I’d be wearing. It was an adorable fuzzy purple shirt with a kitten on it and a cutesy pleated black skirt that she already knew was going to be too short on me and would show off the bottom of my pull-up. I tried to fight them but with Blake and Katie there, the siblings had no problem getting me into the outfit. I supposed it was better than showing off my naked breasts and my pull-up to them.

Once I was dressed up Katie took full advantage of making me do anything she wanted, just like Blake had. Only Katie was more ruthless now that she had full control of her own bully. She made me slap myself, insult myself, give myself painful wedgies, and whatever other crazy thing she could come up with. She even made me clean the house for a while when she got bored. She gave me a duster and a broom and made me go around the entire house; I felt like a maid. But at least normal maids weren’t at risk of showing off their pull-up at any moment.

Then I felt the moment I’d been dreading since I arrived a few hours prior; the urge to pee. I walked over to Katie and pointed at my strapped on pacifier and whined. At first Katie ignored me and laughed at me. Finally though she gave in and took my pacifier out of my mouth.

Giggling to herself Katie said, “Oh my god Alyssa, what do you want?”

“I need to pee!” I cried out, doing a little dance in the spot I was standing. I hadn’t meant for the demand to sound so desperate and childish. Though since I was asking to be allowed to pee, I guessed it sounded appropriate. Katie burst into a fit of giggles. She called into the next room,

“Hey Blake! The baby is asking to be allowed to pee! Should we let her?” Blake responded with a laugh of his own followed by,

“She’s your bully! That’s up to you Sis!” Katie grinned at me as I cowered under her evil stare. I had a feeling that that’s exactly what she wanted Blake to say. She took a seat with her grin never leaving her face.

“I’ll make you a deal sweetie. I’m going to give you a little challenge. If you can complete the challenge before you use that pull-up like a little baby then I will let you go to the bathroom. Deal?” Her eyebrows had a mischievous glint in her eye. “It’s either accept the challenge or you can just use your pull-up right here right now.” She said, still laughing to herself. “Your choice.”

I thought about it for a moment before realizing there was no choice for me to make. I could either wet myself right now and give in to these fuckers, or I could accept the challenge and have a chance! “I accept the challenge!” I yelled out defiantly in Katie’s face. Katie simply smiled and shrugged,

“It’s not like it’ll make a difference, you’ll just be delaying the inevitable.” She took me by the hand and led me into the living room and force me down onto my stomach on the carpeted floor. “Here’s the deal baby,” She then handed me a notebook and a pencil. “I’m going to have you write lines. I want you to write the sentence:

I have been a bad girl and need to be punished.

I want you to write that sentence in this notebook 200 times! If you can write it nicely and eligibly 200 times before you use that diaper of yours I will let you use the bathroom.” Katie smirked to herself and walked off. “You better get started sweetie, you already look like you’re struggling just to stay dry.”

My mind started to reel when I thought about the task at hand. Writing lines had always been a classic punishment I’d heard about but I’d never thought such a thing would be tasked to me. I opened up the notebook and began to write. 1 line, 5 lines, 15 lines. I wrote in a blur. The sentences were probably not as clean as I wanted them to be and I did my best to ignore the embarrassing sentence I was actually writing. My mind was just focused on getting to the bathroom in time which was getting more and more worrisome. I could feel my body struggling for release but I refused to give in. I was not going to wet in this thing no matter what! Those first two accidents, I mean mistakes, hadn’t even been my fault!

100 lines, 105 lines, 115 lines. I’m getting there, I’m over halfway done! I’m gonna make it! That's when I felt it…

A tiny little squirt, barely even noticeable, shoots out of me and into the awaiting pull-up. I looked up to make sure that Katie and Blake weren’t watching then I reached around and pressed down on my padded bottom under my skirt. It was pretty warm and damp. A lot more of a slip up than the tiny squirt it had felt like.

“Nooo…” I moaned to myself. This couldn’t be happening. I could not be actually about to wet myself! Not for the third… uh… I mean second time today. Only this time it would be even more embarrassing because instead of soaking my panties my accident would be self-contained by a soft waiting diaper, as if I actually needed it.

Line 125, line 155, line 168. So close… Hissssssssss…

That was the dreaded noise that I heard when I realized it was all over. I squirmed and whined and tried to stop it but it was too late. Tears begin to build in my eyes as I felt my pull-up start to grow extremely warm and begin to sag…

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This story was written by Zander Chesney
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