Chapter 2

The diaper landed on her bed with a soft paff. Alouette looked at it, and back to Christy, dumbstruck.

"Y-you want me to… P-put... it on...?" Her face flushed.

"Yeah, did I stutter? Am I speaking English here?"

"But I... this..." Alette hoped her eyes would plead the way her voice refused to.

"You said you'd do anything," Christy retorted. "And this is what I want. Put it on."

She thought about standing up to her. She thought about telling her off, or just saying no and risking her reputation. But she already had the photo...

"F-fine!”

Alouette reached into her nightstand and retrieve an old, dusty bottle of talcum baby powder and some generic brand skin lotion. Carefully, she reached under her skirt and took off her panties, trying her best to keep herself covered. She could have sworn Christy's face flushed, but the older blonde turned away, looking into the closet for more incriminating evidence.

Alouette tried to maintain her modesty through the powder, but to no avail. The hem of her skirt was soon dusted chalky-white. The staticky sound of diaper tapes coming open felt like a death knell. And just as the tapes were secure, Alouette heard Christy snort with laughter.

"And a PACIFIER, too? God, Alette, you really are SO perverted..."

She pulled her skirt front down and tried to say something, but froze at the sight of the tiny pink pacifier in her bully's hand.

"Where'd you even get this, anyway?"

"A-at a baby store," Alouette mumbled. "I saved up my allowance and it was on sale..."

"Well, I think it suits you perfectly, baby Allie."

Alette's fists balled and shot down by her sides. "NO! I hate that name! Alouette or Alette, not-"

But fast and agile like only a bratty cheerleader can be, Christy swooped over and pushed the dusty pacifier into her victim's mouth, silencing the smaller salutatorian’s protest.

"Uh-uh. I'm the babysitter now, and you're a baby. And if I say your name is Allie, then that's what it is."

Alouette glared daggers as she spat out the pacifier. "NO! You can't just change my name!"

"Okay." She got out her phone and began scrolling through.

"Okay, good, now... wait, what are you doing?"

"Texting the student council. They're gonna wanna see your diaper collection.”

"W-wait! NO!" Frantically she retrieved the pacifier and shoved in back in her mouth. "Aw' be goob!"

"Awww, that's more like it, baby Allie!" She cackled. "Now tell me your name~"

Alette didn't have to spit it out this time; her jaw dropped and the paci fell out on its own.

"NOW," Christy said sharply. "Or I'll send it."

Allie sniffled and scrunched her face, defeated. Was there no way out?

"M-my name is baby Allie..." she said, barely at a whisper.

"I can't hear you."

"My name is baby Allie!" she spat. "Happy?" "Hmmm... nope."

"Say it again, like you mean it this time."

Allie- no, Alouette! she told herself- almost cried. But she had no choice. It was either this one time, only single day, or else a lifetime of humiliation.

"M-my name is baby awwie..." she stammered, with a lisp she hadn't felt since childhood.

She wondered where it had come from- but then, she'd been stammering all afternoon. It was at that exact moment Allie realized how helpless she was, how utterly at the mercy of this capricious nineteen-year-old.

She put the pacifier back in her mouth and began to suckle.

"Awww, cute. Does the paci help baby calm down?" Christy smirked as only an overconfident teen can.

Allie could do nothing but nod.

"Now you sit there- I found something else I like." She flipped the front of girls' skirt up and tucked it into the waistband of her diaper.

Instinctually, Allie reached to cover her shame- but all Christy had to do was wiggle the phone, and she settled, burying her face in her hands.

"Obedient now, huh? Don't. Move." And went back to rummage through the closet, bent at the waist, knees straight.

Unable to do anything else, Allie watched. Christy's breasts swung low, even through the lycra of her sports bra. Toned skin, lithe and accentuated curves, a bubble butt that every boy in school wished for. She felt her body warm, and found her knees rubbing themselves together, hearing the crinkle between her legs.

Her brain felt hazy, and thoughts of escape became harder to grasp. But what...

"Found it," Christy interrupted. She held two rolls of satin-pink ribbon that Allie had used to dress up her dollies for a tea party.

"Okay, dweeb. Hands above your head. Now."

Without thinking, Allie complied. But why...?

Christy didn't grace her with an explanation- she simply reached above Allie's head and tied her wrists together, and then tied them both to a slat in her headboard.

"Wha- Cwisty!" she stammered around the pacifier. "Wem'me go!"

"Let you go? I don't think so. You didn't even say please."

"PWEASE!" She kicked and struggled, but the ribbon didn't give.

But Christy ignored her, as if she were naught but a plaything, and when Allie shut her eyes in frustration-

*click*

Christy took another photo.

"Ugh. I can't WAIT to see what the girls think of this. Our resident straight- A nerd is a diaper-wearing dweeb!"

The insult shook Allie and she spat out the pacifier. "You said you wouldn't tell! You promised!"

"I think YOU said that you'd do anything," Christy smirked.

Allie clammed up after that, but Christy wasn't done. She sat on her poor captive's thigh and began to tie an ankle to the bedpost. Allie wiggled- and noticed that she could feel the warmth of her jailor's form pressing down on her. And that strange, warm feeling came back.

Christy began to tie her other ankle, and Allie kept up her resistance, though it was flagging by the second.

"Kick and squirm if you have to, but you're not getting out. Hell, you're not even a baby- a baby would at least cry. You're more like a toy. A dolly, like all the ones you have on the shelf."

Allie could only blush.

But even after her legs were forced apart, puffy diaper on full display, Christy wasn't done- she tied little bows around every part of her victim, treating Allie's body like a cushion or a couch. And when the blonde's full bosom grazed over her skin, Allie gasped.

It was beginning to dawn on her why she hadn't been able to contribute when all the other girls had been talking about the boys they liked. Allie didn't understand then- but she was starting to now.

Finally, Christy sat up on Allie's belly, grinning devilishly down at her.

"You sure do make a great toy, don'tcha think?" Allie only whimpered.

"Okay, I'm gonna get some water. Don't move- not that you can anymore." And with that, she was out the door.

And as she felt the pressure of the girl's body abate, Allie noticed too late- she needed to pee.

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