Bethany the Doll, Part 7 (Patreon)

Bethany had been dreading this moment before the party began, but now her nervousness was a dim memory. Back then, she had been contemplating the idea of sharing her deepest, most twisted urges with a room full of complete strangers. But now the strangers had vanished, and a room full of fellow travelers had appeared in their place. Her face was still red from the punishment that her sense of self had endured, but the terror had left her. She was excited.

“I didn't just call you all here today to show off my little Maddie's new toy, although I'm sure we're all very happy to meet her, aren't we?” began Clara.

A cheer rose from the crowd, followed by another cheer from the pile of Bimbos. There were always a little behind.

“The truth is, my little girl has found a new dolly at the best possible time. As most of you are aware, Madison has been working hard on her toilet training these last few months. It wasn't easy, but I'm very proud to announce that she has achieved complete daytime dryness every day for the last two weeks! Let's all give Madison a big hand!”

On cue, the room filled with the sound of applause. Madison beamed and gave a bow, which caused Bethany's head to fall dangerously close to the ground. Everyone knew that it was all just a skit, of course, but to all appearances, Madison was genuinely proud of her achievement, and her friends seemed genuinely happy for her.

Clara displayed a gift box to the assembled crowd. It was glossy pink and tied with a white ribbon. “Oh, you deserve it sweety! This party is to celebrate your graduation from potty training. Come on up and get your prize!”

Madison eagerly ran to her Mommy. Bethany still wasn't used to the sensation of being carried, especially so quickly. Madison ripped apart the white ribbon to open the box. Bethany reflected that this was absolutely in keeping with her bratty persona, especially the notable lack of a “Thank you”.

Inside the box were a set of seven pairs of panties in slightly different shades of pink, one for each day of the week. Beneath them was a paper scroll tied with a ribbon. Clara took the scroll and unfurled it to show the audience. It was modeled after a diploma, with the icon of a toilet in one corner and a diaper in a red circle with a line across in the other. The middle was dominated by golden  lettering in a flowing cursive script.

“This is to certify that Madison has satisfactorily completed her Potty Training, and is now an official Big Girl!” read Clara aloud. “Congratulations Maddie!”

“Yes! I'm finally a Big Girl everyone!” said Madison, showing the crowd her new Sunday best. Another round of clapping, hooting, and hollering followed.

“You sure are!” said Clara. “Now, let's get our newest Big Girl into her Big Girl panties!”

Madison eagerly began undoing the buttons that held her jeans on and pulled them down, totally unconcerned that a crowd was watching. The toothy-but-weirdly-flat smile of Barney the Dinosaur was revealed.

He was not accompanied by any stars.

The audience gasped in surprise. Bethany did her best to look shocked too, although she had known this was coming since they had discussed it under the bed on Madison's spaceship. Clara's gasp was a lot more convincing, most likely because of the extra practice.

“Madison!” she said with a look of utter horror and shame on her face. “Did you wet your pants?”

Madison stammered. “N...no Mommy! I didn't! I didn't, I didn't! This is just some...uh, some water that Cindy spilled!”

Clara sighed and bent forward to examine the evidence. “Maddie...don't you lie to Mommy. Your jeans are bone dry. Nobody spilled anything on you.”

Madison began to tear up. Even knowing it was all a silly act, Bethany found herself hugging her owner closer to comfort her. “I didn't! I didn't!” Madison sobbed, hiding her face. The audience awwed in sympathy.

“Maddie...be honest now. Say 'Mommy, I peed my pants'. Can you say that? Say 'Mommy, I peed my pants'.” said Clara sadly.

Madison sniffled loudly. “M...Mommy...I p-peed my p-pants.”

A cold breeze whipped through the room at the words. Thunder boomed in the distance. Even having been warned, Bethany jumped in Madison's arms. This world had some amazing special effects.

“Oh, sweetheart...” said Clara, hanging her head in defeat. “I'm afraid that means...you've just failed your potty training.”

Red sparks spread through the silly diploma in Clara's hand. The red circle flared an angry red and moved from the diaper icon to the toilet icon. The cursive lettering crawled across the page like tiny snakes. Clara cleared her throat to solemnly intone the new wording:

“This is is to certify that Madison has completely and utterly Failed her Potty Training, and will now be an official Diaper Baby in perpetuity!”

Madison hung her head. The pair of juvenile but none-the-less adult panties in her hand flashed red and then swelled, transforming into a thick diaper with a small crowd of Disney Princesses decorating the front panel. In the corner of the room, a hidden panel opened in the wall, and out popped a fully-stocked changing table, large enough to accommodate any adult. A diaper genie sat beside the table , ready to receive the many discarded diapers that Madison had in her future. The shelves were stocked with baby powder, boxes of wipes, and hundreds of adult-sized baby diapers. Bethany wondered how one went about arranging such miracles.

Clara took Madison by the arm and gently drew her toward it. Madison whined and whimpered all the way.

“I'm so sorry sweetie. It looks like Mommy was wrong when she thought you were becoming a Big Girl. I think it's time we just forgot about that whole toilet concept for you. It's clear now that I'll just have to keep on changing you forever and ever sweetheart. You'll feel better once you're back in Baby Diapers where you belong. You'll see.”

Bethany inhaled sharply. That was her cue. She needed to nail this one line, or the moment that Madison and Clara had been building toward would be lost. Even after everything she had seen today, the thought of saying those words made her ears burn.

“Mommy!” she shouted. Clara and Madison stopped and looked at her.

“I...peed my pants!” she announced. Instantly, Madison's imagination went to work to make the words a reality. Bethany felt her bladder, which had felt non-existent for most of the day, instantly fill to bursting. Then, the dam collapsed with no effort on her part one way or another. She looked down at her crotch when she felt the hot liquid fill her lacy panties and instantly soak her dress. Of course, there was nothing real to be seen. She was only a doll, after all.

Madison patted her crotch. “Mommy! Bethany wet herself! Does that mean she's going back in diapers too?”

Clara sighed. “Of course, sweetheart. We'll put your dolly in diapers to keep you company. We can't have your toy outshining you in the potty-training department, I suppose.”

Bethany leaned against the padded table and comforted Madison as she was changed. Clara pulled off Madison's shoes, jeans, and training pants, discarding the last into the diaper genie, where it would sit under a mound of proper diapers until trash day. She delicately wiped and powdered Madison, and finished by sealing her into the disposable diaper. “There we go! Now who's Mommy's Big...I mean Little Girl?

Madison buried her face. Her skin was blazing red. Bethany couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy, even knowing that her owner was having the time of her life.

“Now, now. No sense hanging out on the changing table feeling sorry for yourself, honeybunch. Up you get. You'll have plenty of chances in lie there and get your cut little tushy wiped all clean in the future.”

Madison stood up. The diaper forced her legs apart, making her toddle rather than walk. She hugged Bethany.

“Your turn.” said Clara, pulling Bethany out of her owner's embrace and dropping her on the changing table. She shut her eyes as her dress was folded out of the way and her panties were pulled down. She knew that she was among friends, but there were so many friends, and Bethany didn't even like seeing herself in the bathroom mirror. Her skin felt like it was trying to break loose from her and make a run for it.

Although no visible transition took place, by the time they were no longer touching her, the scrap of fabric was only a couple inches across. Clara pulled a baby wipe from the plastic container and laid it under her naked rear. It took Bethany a beat to realize that she was planning to use the wipe as a makeshift diaper for her. Bethany felt a thick coating of powder cover her crotch when Clara mimed powdering her. With delicate folding that mocked the physical proportions of the items involved. Clara pulled the little wipe up and tied it in place with a little safety pin. When Bethany climbed off the changing table, she was wearing a fluffy cloth diaper, with a comically huge diaper pin across the front. Madison held her dress out of the way so that the onlookers could see. It looked almost exactly like a cartoon of a diaper, rather than the real thing that Madison now wore.

Clara dusted her hands and morosely addressed the audience. “Well, party is over folks. I'm sorry I called you all out for nothing.”

The woman in the nurse's outfit stepped forward. She straightened her cap, squared her shoulders, stuck her hands on her hips, and sternly announced: “Mommy, I peed my pants.”

A few giggles were audible in the fringes of the room at the woman's incongruous boldness.

Clara shook her head. “That's an awfully nice gesture, Millie, but I'm afraid I...oh.”

Clara's objection faded as a dark patch began spreading across the pristine whiteness of Millie's uniform.

“Oh very well. Up on the changing table. There are plenty of diapers. Is there anyone else having a sudden attack of pantswetting?”

It turned out that there were. One by one, every single guest came up to piss themselves and be diapered in solidarity with Madison.

“Mommy, I peed my pants!” said a Bimbo.

'Mommy, I peed my pants.” said a clown in a tutu.

“Like, omigawd, I, like, totally wizzed all over myself or something!” said Tiffany, now sporting a very soggy pair of Daisy Dukes.

“Arf! Ruff! Grrr!” agreed her companion.

'Mommy...I peed my pants.” said a very reluctant and slightly stoned police officer, as a small crowd of cheerleaders glowered warningly behind her.

“Yarr, I do be takin' a right ol' slash in me pantaloons!” said a colorfully-dressed woman in her early forties.

“Mommy, I peed my pants!” said Cindy happily.

“I already put you in a diaper, Dumbass!” objected Clara.

“Oh! Right!...I still did it, though, Mommy.”

Bethany watched the procession from Madison's arms with interest. As Madison and Cindy had explained to her, people who were invited to these sorts of parties knew what they were in for. Not all of them were particularly interested in wearing diapers, but theme parties were common in this area and none of them had strong objections to it. A Diaper Party was just another item on a typical social calendar as far as the fairy's realm was concerned.

And so the evening continued. Clara rarely left the changing table, as guest after guest ran up to be lovingly changed. Madison helpfully began distributing pacifiers and bottles full of formula in lieu of canapes. The party activities lost all pretense of adulthood. The guests played “Duck, Duck, Goose”, then “Red Rover”, then “Twister”, and finished the evening with a rousing pillow fight. Bethany couldn't remember the last time she had had so much simple, innocent, genuine fun.

Finally, it was time to say goodbye. With much hugging and promises of returning, Madison and her Mommy bid farewell to their guests. They waddled out into the night in twos and threes, where they would attract virtually no attention at all. This was just the kind of thing that happened around here.

Later, after brushing her teeth and pretending to brush Bethany's, the two of them snuggled together in Madison's bed. Madison kissed Bethany on the cheek and whispered goodnight. Bethany cuddled up next to her owner, feeling the warm contours of her body through her pink fleece pajamas. She knew they would both have wet diapers when they woke up tomorrow, now that neither of them were potty-trained. Soon, Madison fell asleep and began softly snoring in her doll's arms.

Bethany was exhausted, but she didn't think she had ever felt more truly alive. Before she stuck her thumb in her mouth and turned in for the night, she playfully stuck out her tongue at Mr. Huggy-Bear as he sat alone on the shelf nearby. She knew that she was now Madison's favorite toy.