Novella
Chapter 3 of 3
Megan stand up and offered me her hand. I slowly looked up at her with teary eyes. “It’s time to go to practice, baby.” My butt still hurt, but I stood up and we walked out the door. We walked along the wooded path through the camp. I hold Megan’s hand the whole time like a little girl. I wasn’t used to walking in a diaper, especially such a big one. I stumbled and fell at Megan’s feet. She stroked my hair and picked me up in her arms. I’d never been so happy that she was treating me like a baby.
When we reached the sports center, we met up with the green and purple teams. They laughed at me and made fun of me. “Hey, Blues, is that your new team captain? Watch out, don’t let her poop herself! Hey, little girl, where’s your mommy? I almost burst into tears hearing their comments when something happened I didn’t expect. “Mind your own business! Hey, Ashley, can you do a proper handstand yet? Amanda, anyone would make a better captain than you!” Megan said. She stood up for me, and not just her—the whole team defended me. It felt good, even though I was in this humiliating situation because of them.
When we got to the training arena, everyone started warming up except for two girls who began setting up some strange obstacle at the edge of the court. Megan led me closer to it, and that’s when I realized it looked like a giant playpen. She put it in and stroked my hair. “Stay here nicely while Mommy and the others are training. Don’t be afraid, I won’t be far away—just cry if you need me and I’ll come right back. I sat there in my diaper and with a pacifier in my mouth, watching the other girls run, do cartwheels, and dance. I felt a strange sense of relief that I didn’t have to do exercises that would just end up with the others laughing at me. It’s a bit ironic in my situation.
After practice was over, everyone else left the gym, and only Megan and I remained. She walked over to me, took me out of the playpen, and gave me a tight hug. “You were a good little baby; I’m proud of you.” Her words really touched me, and I hugged her back tightly. She laughed, and we walked out of the building hand in hand.
When we got home, Megan took me up to the bathroom, which was right next to her room. “We’re finally home. You’re a very smelly little girl. It’s time to give you a bath,” she said and started undressing me. First, she took off my cheerleading uniform, which I’d been wearing for two days, and finally, she took off my diaper. “Hmm, someone still hasn’t used her diaper. Maybe next time.” She winked at me and started undressing herself. Megan had very beautiful, well-groomed blonde hair, and her breasts were much bigger than mine—who would have thought she was only 21? After she put both of our used clothes in the laundry basket, she pulled the pacifier out of my mouth and put it on the shelf.
She took my hand, and we got into the tub together. She ran warm water into the tub, which was big enough for both of us to fit comfortably. As the bubbles slowly covered us both, Megan started to undo my pigtails and brush my hair. Then she started washing it with shampoo. It was a strange feeling—my own mother hadn't washed my hair since I was 4 years old. I didn't even realize until that moment how much I had missed that feeling. After thoroughly washing my hair, she carefully covered every part of my body with shower gel, paying special attention to my pussy and my butt. I have to admit, the feeling was a little exciting. Once I was nice and clean, she gave me a rubber duck to play with while she wash herself. I hadn’t played in the tub in a long time, but it felt good to relieve some stress.
I pushed the rubber duck under the foam and tried to guess where it would pop up. I got so absorbed in the game that I didn’t even notice Megan had already gotten out of the tub. “Come on, little girl, enough playing—dinner’s waiting for you!” She took me out of the tub and dried me off. Then she took me to my nursery and put another cheerleader outfit on me, and of course, the diaper wasn’t left out either. She did my hair the same way and popped the pacifier into my mouth. She took me down to the kitchen where the high chair was already waiting, and she sat me in it just like in the morning. The girls had already prepared the baby bottles and gave them to me one after another. I was already hungry, so I happily drank all the bottles. I got a little scared when Megan stood in front of me. I still remembered the bad taste of her pee that she made me drink that morning, and I didn’t want to drink it again.
“Don’t be afraid, little girl, it’s not my pee this time, it’s baby formula.” She offered me the baby bottle, but she didn’t let it go; she held it and fed me. When I was done, the other girls took turns wishing me sweet dreams and giving me kisses, which felt really good. After the last girl said good night to me, Megan picked me up and carried me to my nursery.
She put me into my crib and kissed my forehead. “Sweet dreams, my little girl! And don’t forget what gift you need to give for Mommy when she comes to pick you up tomorrow morning.” She turned and closed the door to my room. I was alone in the dark, thinking about what had actually happened to me today. All in all, this day wasn’t so bad—if only she hadn’t spanked me. My bottom still hurts. I slowly fell asleep while I sucked on my pacifier without even realizing it.
I woke up several times during the night because I had to pee, but I didn’t want to humiliate myself that much. I managed to sleep again without wetting myself. In my dream, I remembered Megan’s words: if my diaper isn’t wet by morning, she’ll spank me again or worse. At that thought, I woke up again! I didn’t want her to spank me again, but I couldn’t help it. “No! I can’t pee myself. I’m not a baby I’m an 18-year-old girl! I can’t do this.” I tossed and turned a lot, but I managed to fall asleep again. I woke up in the morning before Megan even walked into the nursery. I stretched out I never would have believed a crib could be this comfortable. As I tried to sleep a little longer, I heard Megan’s shoes clacking on the stairs as she approached the nursery. Suddenly, fear overcame me. I didn’t want her to spank me again!
I had to do it for my own sake. I took a big suck on the pacifier, and pee started flowing into my diaper. After feeling so full all evening, I couldn’t stop myself—the pee just kept flowing uncontrollably. So much so that even the sheets got wet. As soon as I caught the smell of urine and realized what I’d done, I started crying. Megan opened the door then and walked over to my crib. She looked on with satisfaction as I lay there in my own pee. “Good morning, little girl. I see you were a good girl and finally used your diaper. I’m proud of you!” Even in this helpless situation, Megan’s words of praise felt good. She took me out of the crib and carried me over to the changing table. She gently wiped the tears from my face, but I kept crying.
She unfolded my diaper, and when I saw the mess I’d made, I started crying even harder. Even my pacifier fell out of my mouth. Megan smiled as she picked up the pacifier from the floor and placed it next to the diapers. “It’s okay, sweetie! Little girls like you often use their diapers. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Mommy’s here to help!” She stroked my hair and finally pulled the smelly diaper out from between my legs and threw it away. She cleaned my pussy and my bottom with a wet wipe. Then she put a new diaper on me and taped it tightly. “All done, sweetie. It wasn’t that bad, was it?” She pinched my nose and popped the pacifier back into my mouth. I stopped crying and looked up at Megan, who smiled back at me with satisfaction. “Time for breakfast, sweetie! The other girls will be so proud of you when I tell them that you were such a good girl and used your diaper.”
Megan picked me up and we headed down to the kitchen. The other girls were already there; they’d finished their breakfast a while ago and were just chatting. Megan sat me back in the high chair, and the girls started feeding me. As I sucked on the bottle, I listened to the girls telling me how pleased they were with me and what a good little baby I was. “You’re such a good girl! I think we’ll need even more diapers soon. Drink up all your milk so you can pee even more later.”
All the girls seemed very happy that I had humiliated myself so much. Megan pulled the plastic nipple out of my mouth and set aside the still-half-full baby bottle. “I think you’ve had enough breakfast; it’s time for Mommy to teach you a little lesson. Say goodbye to the others.” I waved to the other girls while Megan picked me up and carried me back to the nursery. She sat me down on a colorful play mat. “Stay still while Mommy brings you a special present.” She left the room. I sat there, not wanting her to spank me again. When she came back, she had a little black box in her hand and handed it to me.
“Open it, sweetie!” she said. Without my glasses, I fumbled a bit as I tried to peel the plastic wrapping off the box. Megan laughed and said, “Let Mommy help you, sweetie.” She took it out of my hand and unwrapped itthere was a little pink thing inside. “This is a special vibrator that’s going to stay in your diaper from now on, sweetie. If you take it out, you’ll get punished. Do you understand, young lady?” I nodded in surprise; I’d only seen a vibrator in pictures before my parents never let me buy one. She pulled my diaper aside and put the pink toy inside. “It’s time for you to learn something new, baby. Yesterday we talked about what you’re allowed to say and what you’re not. You have to call me Mommy and the other girls Auntie. Besides those two words, you can only use baby talk. Baby talk to me, sweetie!” I looked up at her in confusion. She can't be serious. “Baby talking, little girl, or I’ll spank you!” She took the pacifier out of my mouth and patted my bottom through the diaper. Fear took hold of me and...
“Gaa gaa guu gaaa guuu ga!” Megan laughed. “Keep going, little girl, I promise you won’t regret it!” With a red face, I continued. “Guu guu gaa gaa gaa” Suddenly, I felt the vibrator turn on and start stimulating my clit. I shuddered—I’d never felt anything like this before. I let out a loud moan, and Megan turned off the vibrator. I looked at her, disappointed. “What’s wrong, little girl? Did it feel good? If you keep baby-talking, I’ll continue! I won’t turn it off until you’re baby talking to me nonstop.” I looked back at Megan with wide eyes and started baby talking. “Guu guu gaaa gaaa guuu ga” The vibrator turned on again, and I kept moaning until I came. I’d never had an orgasm this intense before; I collapsed onto the playmat.
Megan stepped closer to me and said, “You know, little girl, there’s an app for this vibrator, and every girl on the team has downloaded it to her phone. From now on, if they hear you baby talking to them, they can turn on the vibrator in your diaper if they want. But if I or anyone else on the team hears even a single grown-up word from you, we’ll take the vibrator out of your diaper and you’ll get a spanking.” Still dizzy from the pleasure, I looked up at Megan, who continued. “And then you won’t get your little pink toy back for a whole month. Do you understand, young lady?” I nodded, but Megan shook her head. “No, no from now on, you answer when someone asks you a question.” I slowly sat up and... “Guu guu gaa gaa guu.” Megan smiled and stroked my hair. “Good girl! I see you’re a quick learner. I’m proud of you.”
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