Chapter 3

At first, she couldn’t believe it. Christy couldn’t just LEAVE her here. It was unsafe! It was cruel! It was… Allie didn’t even know.

“No, ALOUETTE,” she said to herself out loud. She’d let Christy into her head without even thinking about it! Submitted to her like… like a child would to a bossy babysitter. The thought made her feel fuzzy, but she shook herself out of it and took stock of the situation.

Her arms were tied to a slat above her head, and each ankle to a bedpost. Ribbons with bows lined her calves, thighs, arms, even her waist, while her diaper remained resolutely on display. She couldn’t even reach down to cover up with her skirt!

She tried to wriggle away, but even without Christy’s body weighing her down the struggle was fruitless. The twinge in her bladder became more insistent; time was running out.

“CHRISTY!” She shouted at the ceiling, “COME ON, LEMME OUT!” No response.

She was probably upstairs, enjoying a cool glass of water and maybe Auntie’s chips, far outside the reach of her frantic, pleading voice. Allie started to lose hope. Her fear grew to frustration, then a temper tantrum. A final time she thrashed, kicked, screamed- but to no avail.

Tired out, Allie slowly accepted she would have to use her diapers. She tried to make it easy, tried to imagine a river, or a faucet, but her thoughts kept taking her back to Christy. She would tease her. She would prod, and laugh, and tell her how pathetic she was, how helpless.

She would be trapped, trapped in her shamefully wet diapers, unable to hide them, unable to stop the pictures, the humiliations that would surely follow from everyone Christy knew…

A sigh escaped her lips, but not a tired one- more like a gasp. It felt… needy.

Allie had never heard herself make a sound like that before. She gave her thighs another rub, like she had earlier- and a little vibration, a little shock of something nice ran up her belly and into her spine. And then another little wiggle, and another, and another sigh-

And soon she was so absorbed in her daydreams- and holding her bladder shut- that she didn’t notice feet tip toeing down the stairs. But by then it was too late. Christy burst through the door, and poor Allie shrieked.

“I’m back, dork, hope you missed me, cause… oh.” Christy was transfixed on the sight of her captive, caught in her most helpless act, a true accident, the first since childhood. “Oh WOW.”

Christy was speechless for a moment- and then Allie noticed the warm wetness spreading between her legs, enveloping all of her most secret and sensitive parts- and in front of the girl- the bully- that she was only now realizing she had a crush on.

Allie desperately pushed her head into her elbow, willing it to stop, hoping the girl wouldn’t see her shame- or maybe hoping that she would. She could hardly tell through the hot, hazy feeling running through her- from freshly wet diapers all the way to the thoughts in her head.

“You WET them, too?! Jeez… perverted doesn’t even begin to cover it with you, huh? I bet you wear them at school, too. A high school student who’s still stuck in diapers. Maybe you’d get along better with my little sister- in preschool.” Christy snickered and grabbed her phone.

More pictures snapped, and all Allie could do was pant and squirm. Every movement reminded her of her diapers and her diapers reminded her she was wet, and the wet squish only made her squirm all the more- a perpetual motion machine. And worse still, Christy noticed.

“Oh, no, that wasn’t it, was it? You don’t NEED these things- you’re in diapers because you LIKE them. That definitely explains this…” she picked up Allie’s glitterbound notebook and flicked through it again. All her secrets laid bare… Allie groaned against her restraints.

But something in her didn’t know if she wanted them off. Christy’s face went from bored, to shock, to a sly smirk. “God, there’s so much here, so many stories about BABY Alouette- but you spelled it wrong, honey! Your name is Allie, right?” She closed the book with an evil grin.

“Don’t worry, baby Allie! Miss Christy’s gonna take ~such~ good care of you~ she’ll make all your dreams come true!” But her smug, sickly-sweet tone belied a much more wicked plan. She once again turned to the closet, and pulled out another diaper.

Allie thought she meant to put her into another one- it was in her stories a lot, it made sense- but to her surprise, Christy laid it out on the floor, and reached for the baby powder. What was she doing…?

“Don’t worry, dweeb, your hands can stay tied up right where they are. Lucky for you, I have plenty of little cousins, so I know how to put a diaper on.”

And with that, the tall, envy-of-the-whole-school head cheerleader began to strip, in the middle of her bedroom.

Allie struggled through the heat in her thighs, in her brain, to understand.

She was… stripping… her sweatpants fell lazily to her ankles, revealing lacy black hipster panties that could have been in a lingerie ad. Allie stared, transfixed, as those slid down too. Without a thought, she whimpered at the sight of Christy’s nude, statuesque body.

“Uhh… are you staring? On top of everything, you’re GAY, too?” The naked girl balled up her still-warm panties and shoved them into Allie’s gaping mouth. “Well, at least I won’t have to hear you whine about it.”

Allie’s senses filled with the scent of the girl’s musk, the lacy nylon texture scraping her tongue, sweet smell of the girl’s sex in her mouth, her nose, the back of her throat. She couldn’t think straight, and she couldn’t turn away.

And Christy lowered herself onto the waiting diaper. Somewhere in her mind, Allie realized why.

The realization broke into her brain like thunder through paper. She had read the notebook- she had found. Oh no. By all the Gods in heaven and earth, no. Not *that* story, that fantasy. She turned, searching for the book, and found it open to exactly the page she had feared.

She remembered that night when she wrote it- she’d seen something in one of the boys’ Playboy magazines, and her brain ran wild. A show of pure dominance over another person, unequaled by any other act between two bodies.

She hated it.

She loved it.

And now, she knew, knew without reason or asking, that she needed it.

“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m wearing this… what do you honestly find so special about it? It’s so infantile…” Christy drew herself up again, came to stand next to her breathless victim. “But I want you to know, we’re not the same. Even if you run off and tell someone.”

“Because I don’t have diapers in my room, or filthy smut in my notebook. I’m not tied up, helplessly peeing myself. That’s all you, and it just so happens that you’d be an easy girl to blackmail with it. Even if I do wear diapers, and even if I use them- I’m still not the same.”

“I’m not the same- I’m better. I’m higher up. I *own* you now, and no matter what I do or say, as long as you don’t want those pictures sent to every kid in this town, you’re going to do whatever I say. You’re going to be my little toy.”

“And now I’m gonna prove it to you.”

Allie’s pulse pounded. She knew what was coming, and she felt her body heat up- past shame, past fear, into something else, something melting her from the inside out. Christy climbed over her, crinkling bottom blotting out her vision, the smell of her panties occluding all else.

The older girl set her knees down straddling Allie’s ribs, hooked her painted toes over Allie’s prostate shoulders, and lowered her lovely, shapely, gorgeous, utterly terrifying padded ass mere inches from the restrained girl’s face.

“Don’t think this means I like this, dweeb.”

Allie’s thighs rubbed together on their own, her most hidden fantasies colliding with desperate, ecstatic, utter reality. The heat in her belly rose, became electric.

And Christy groaned. A little puff of foul, sordid air escaped her, and Allie felt the girl above her tense up.

The pristine white plastic crinkled, bent, sagged. Christy groaned again, tensed again, pushed her hands into Allie’s soaked diaper for support. The smell of her mess filled her nose as Christy’s own muck filled her diapers. Allie felt her mind slipping away, felt crackling heat, desperate need, the pressure on her clit, aching, pleading, begging-

Without warning, Christy sat back, dead on Allie’s nose, and the mousy girl lost all control. Lips contorted into a wordless scream as orgasm cracked through her back like summer lightning, as panties and utterly used diapers muffled her wails, satin ribbons cut into her wrists, hips bucked as if moved by puppet strings.

For a second or an hour the feeling washed over her, vision blank, mind reeling. Somewhere above her was Christy’s voice, behind her ringing ears.

When her senses returned, the room stank, Christy pulled herself off of her, face bright red with embarrassment, so focused on her own ordeal she’d taken the smaller girl’s pleasure for pain.

“Hey, did you hear me? I said, don’t forget this, or I’ll tell the whole school.” “God, that was gross. How do you honestly like this? I need a shower…”

And she fled the room. Allie- Alette? Alouette? Did she have a name, did she even care? She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She tried to fight it, but the adrenaline, shock, and exhaustion of her long ordeal caught up with her.

She fell asleep.

When she finally awoke from her slumber, sunset light filtered down through her high window. The ribbons on her hands and feet had been cut, and she rubbed the painful marks her struggle had left. Christy was nowhere to be seen, but by her side she found a hastily scribbled note.

Dear Diaper Dork,

I still can’t believe you’re into this, but I guess it’s fine with me. All I wanted was dirt on the nerdy girl, and I got all I needed and more. It’s probably illegal or whatever, especially cause you’re gay. Meet me by Ms. Starling’s room after 3rd period on Monday. You’re doing my chemistry homework for a month. And don’t test me- you saw what I’ll do, and it’ll be worse next time. You’ll regret it!”

Sincerely, Christy.

P.S: Your name at school is Allie now.

P.P.S: Look, it was kinda fun, in a really weird pervy way...x

But everything after PPS was totally scribbled out.

Alouette- no, it was Allie now, she told herself, like it or not- sighed. Her room was a disheveled mess, and so was the rest of her. Auntie would be home soon, and she’d have to change into panties, clean everything up. But that was a problem for her to handle later.

For now, she took a deep breath, held the note close to her chest, and thought about 3rd period on Monday.

Then, she reached for her notebook. There were SO many more stories to write- starting with the story of a helpless girl and the cool, popular girl she invited over.