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I got comfortable in my little corner of the sofa and pulled a blanket over myself from the back of the couch. I opened my laptop and re-read the final paragraph of Chapter 10. It set up the next chapter really well.

Blossom started cleaning the kitchen. That was all I noticed for a while, because the writing process sort of took over my attention. I was on the second page when Blossom put a glass of water down on the coffee table. I only noticed because it made a sound. I took a sip and went back to what I was doing.

My paragraphs kept flowing into each other, cascading down like rivulets through a crowded grove. They came so naturally. Any time I felt an ounce of hesitation creeping up in me, I would squeeze my thighs together and shuffle in my diaper. I bit my lip, craving my pacifier. Wendy put her Silence pacifier in her mouth to sate my own dissatisfaction, but that was out of character. I had to backspace for the first time in an hour.

Backspace. It made me pause.

Damn.

I reread the last paragraph on the page, but it was distracted by a need to pee. I had been avoiding it all morning because I didn't want to change, but it was becoming a problem.

With a sigh of reluctance, I put my laptop on the coffee table. Blossom wasn't in the kitchen, so I figured she had already left to go shopping. So when her voice came from the downstairs bedroom, it made me jump.

"How's writing?"

I was so desperate to get to the bathroom and Blossom popping out from the bedroom was such a shock that I froze in place. I felt the diaper between my legs flood with warmth and wetness. My knees trembled, my cheeks turned red, and I tried to stammer out an explanation. But it was written on my face, plain as day, that I had an accident right in front of Blossom. She smiled that sly smile and approached me like a panther, stalking me in circles. I felt tears form in my eyes. She'd never let me wear panties ever again!

Yeah, that's how the moment would have gone if I was writing it. Story tropes were so predictable. I still wasn't sure wetting yourself in surprise was even a real-life thing.

"Writing is fine," I said, rocking gently from one foot to the other. Since I hadn't followed the route of my fantasy, I still had to pee. It wasn't urgent though; just distracting.

"That's cute." Blossom smirked and tilted her head to one side, and then gestured to Amy to show further clarity to her comment. She was conflicted, torn on what was safe to say, but she decided to just go ahead and fire her shot. Amy would probably like it. "You're doing a potty dance."

"I am not," I said flatly, stilling myself. But when I didn't follow up with anything in particular, Blossom asked:

"Where ya goin'?"

"Bathroom," I said, a little oblivious to the fact that it contradicted my previous statement. It wasn't the most natural conversation we'd had, but hey, sometimes that's how conversations are. I took a step past Blossom down the hall.

"So you're not doing a potty dance, but you do need to go to the potty, and the fact that I peed in my diaper doesn't make you think that maybe you ought to be peeing in yours?" Blossom smirked, but not in a bullying, making-fun-of way, and more good natured. Charming, even.

"Nope, sure doesn't," I turned around and stuck out my tongue. What kind of logic was that, anyway? Just because she did something, I had to do it? If that was the case, she should have been writing me diaper stories too!

"Well I think it would be really hot if you did wet your diaper… and I think it would definitely help with your writing." Blossom stepped in front of Amy and put her hand on Amy's rapidly warming cheek. "You're already diapered, so why fight it?"

I brushed her hand away, but her touch brought color to my cheeks. Gosh, she was a lot taller than me when she stepped up to me like that...

"Because I'm not an obedient student like you," I shot back, citing her display the day before. I tried to walk past her again, but she stepped in front of me.

"Blossom," I said, my voice ringing with something between annoyance and nervousness.

"Oh that's true, you're a disobedient student, which is definitely unlike me."

Blossom read the mood, read the movements, read the emotions. She'd do her best not to overstep or make things take a tumble down a landslide, but for now she felt like she controlled the situation well enough.

Disobedient? I walked into that one, didn't I...

I pouted at Blossom and crossed my arms defensively. She was a lot better at improv than I was... probably all those years of sexual roleplays and stuff.

"Or maybe you already wet your diaper, and you're trying to sneak off to the bathroom because you think that you might leak? Is that what it is, cupcake? Are you worried about leaking in front of me? Are you that much of a baby?"

A lot of what Blossom had to say she'd learned from baby stories. Often they were stories by Mia Moore.

"No," I said sharply. But she took a step forward and instinctively took a step back. My cheeks took on a bit more color and I looked at my feet. I couldn't believe Blossom was really doing this!

"This isn't like one of my stories," I said with a pout. "You can't talk at me until I wet myself."

"Can't I?" But Blossom wasn't ignorant to her actions, and she didn't want to take too many steps all at once. So she watched, carefully considering, and waited for Amy's next move.

I shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. She was standing between me and the bathroom. I could have told her to move. She probably would have moved. Right? Or I could have gone upstairs.

But I didn't. Ugh, why was I entertaining her stupid games?! I had a story to write!

"Whatever." I turned around and went back to the couch in the living room, plopping down in my spot and grabbing my laptop. I would just wait until she left for the store. She couldn't win this.

Blossom smiled, because this was nothing if not an admission that Amy wanted to play more. So Blossom followed her into the living room and stood with her arms crossed.

"Maybe I should hire a babysitter?"

"For you, maybe," I pouted, opening up the Academy A document on my computer.

"Ohhh, that was a good one!"

Blossom was quick to make her next move. She took two steps forward, leaned down, and pressed her forehead to Amy's. She touched her palm to Amy's cheek once more, then spoke very softly, quick and stern.

"I don't think you understand, my little diapered baby doll; you're going to wet yourself and I'm going to watch and then if you're a good girl I won't even make you come to the store with me in your wet padding. I might even let you change when I get back, if you're good."

Okay... I mean, I'd written stuff like that a dozen times. The way someone feels when spoken to in that kind of tone, with those kind of words. A sense of condescension, obstinance, embarrassment, fear... but when someone said that to a girl who had a diaper fetish? I'd never written that. I wasn't even sure what it would have felt like.

How did it feel?

Warm. Very warm.

"Um..." I was usually pretty quick on my feet. I had a way of tossing back insults and criticisms. I could be sassy. But gosh, I felt warm. All of my insides, all of my outsides, and even the spaces between neurons in my brain. Warm and slow and sticky.

Blossom felt proud of herself, but she kept her smile subdued as not to be construed as making fun.

"Speak up, cupcake, Miss Blossom didn't quite catch that?"

She was too close. Her forehead touched mine. Her palm was on my cheek, her fingers along the back of my neck. And her lips breathed words so close to my face. There was so little space between us; no wonder I was so warm.

"I, um... don't have to..." Okay, a lie. An obvious one. So I elaborated. "I don't have to go that badly..."

"Oh I'm sure you'll find the urgency, cupcake. For me, right? And make me proud?"

Her words were syrupy. Sweet. Thick. Cloying.

She really had to step back. I wanted to push her away, but I felt weak in my arms. She cradled me so comfortably, and the warmth felt like that of a fire on a long winter night. I swear, if Blossom opened all the windows and doors in the beach house, I still wouldn't have been cold.

"Whatever, just... cut it out..." I couldn't push her away, but I could turn my head enough to break our connection. I couldn't meet her gaze.

Blossom used her fingertips, and only her fingertips, to guide Amy's eyes back to hers. She moved Amy's face as easily as her fingers might have swiped a phone screen; naturally, with no effort required.

"I'll stop once you're a good girl. The Academy loves good girls, doesn't it?"

I couldn't believe I let her rope me into this. I was acting out some non-canon Academy Works roleplay thing and I was seriously going to wet myself in front of her? Sure, I'd wet diapers before, but I had privacy! No one ever knew about it!

But the way Blossom looked down at me... that knowing smile, like she was just waiting to spill the secrets of the universe. I sighed. Damnit...

"I can't right now," I admitted honestly, under my breath. "It's not that easy. But I won't use the bathroom, alright?" Ugh, my face felt hot. I wondered how embarrassed someone had to be before they fainted.

"Mmmm, well, I guess I can just stay here until you do. How long can it take for a little baby bladder like yours to lose control?" Blossom stepped behind the sofa, fetched a barstool from the kitchen counter, and very deliberately set it down in front of Amy. Blossom perched atop it, watching.

I sat there staring at her. She was crazy. I had pajamas on anyway; she couldn't tell if I did it or not! So with a sigh I pulled my laptop back onto my lap and tried to finish writing.

I wrote a paragraph, then deleted it.

I wrote a paragraph, then deleted it again.

With a groan, I looked up at Blossom with mild irritation. Though I was feeling a lot less overwhelmed, my cheeks were still pink.

"Listen, I don't have to go that bad. I can't just do it on command. Can you?"

"I did yesterday," Blossom reminded me.

"Because you had like five glasses of water," I reminded her. "Just go do your shopping; I said I wouldn't use the bathroom."

Blossom considered this, thoughtfully, and nodded her head.

"You're right."

She slid down off the stool and went around behind the sofa again. And very audibly filled a glass of water from the faucet before she came back with it and held it out to Amy.

"Drink!"

"Jeeze..." I pouted and sulked down on the couch. She pushed the glass of water into my hands and I took it, out of fear that she would pour it all over me if I didn't. I took a sip and reached to put it down on the coffee table.

"Nope, finish it."

"It's too much water," I complained. "And this will take ages anyway. Please just go get dinner stuff?"

"If your diaper isn't wet, I can't go get dinner stuff. And if I can't go get dinner stuff, then Mia Moore can't write the next chapter of Academy Works. So you can see why I might be invested in you wetting your diaper, can't you?"

Blossom never really maintained one line of character or angle of attack; she mixed it up, dropping in and out of the fourth wall as it suited her.

"Or you could stop staring at me, go get some food, and when you come back you can be sure that I didn't use the bathroom. And we can all move on with our lives instead of... well, this waste of time." I was sour, sure. But I still couldn't meet her eyes. It was a little frustrating how perfectly annoyed and perfectly entranced I was by Blossom's actions. I swear, if she ever made it past my self-defenses, I'd be twine around her finger.

"Hmm..."

Blossom thought for a moment and nodded her head before disappearing from view again. She was gone several minutes, and when she came back she had a smug look on her face.

"Alright, cupcake, I'm going to go shopping then. If you use the bathroom, I'll know. And if you change diapers, I'll also know. And if you do either of those things, you'll be in trouble."

"Yes ma'am," I mocked. I wasn't thrilled about the idea of Blossom seeing me in a wet diaper, but I'd seen her in one already. It would be okay to even the score, right? Once Blossom left, I could stand in the bathroom and probably go. Then I could finish this dumb chapter.

Blossom sent a text message shortly after she left, which read:

>> Only do what you are comfortable with!! 💕 I love to play with you and this is very fun but I also do not want to make you uncomfortable either!

The whole weekend had been so damn fun. Despite the fragility that Blossom felt talking with Amy about her feelings, or when the two of them had conflict, or when she'd had to yell at Amy... Blossom couldn't think of anywhere else she'd rather be.

She knew she was neglecting her other friends. And her duties. And maybe even her studies. But she couldn't help it. She was smitten.