Miss Helena's Ballet Academy for Immature Mothers - Chapter Four

Hi guys! 

As promised, here's the updated Chapter Four for Miss Helena's Ballet Academy. Next on the list is updating a Mother's Mistake, and then will be uploading regularly each story. The three stories will be a bit longer than I anticipated, but that only means more content for you to enjoy. Hope you have a great weekend! 

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Twelve-year-old Marissa was breathing heavily. She knew her mother was looking for her, and she knew why. Never had she cared about anything Marissa did, but she cared about her bedwetting. Why couldn't she be more understanding? Marisa asked herself, fighting back tears of frustration.

"There you are, Marissa! Come here right now!" Shouted her mother.

But Marissa didn't move.

"You're going to come here and get ready for bed, or I swear you'll be sleeping outside with the dog!"

But then Marissa woke up.

She was an adult now. A mother, a successful career woman. Yet, even though she was an adult, she could feel the cold diaper against her skin. And everything that happened right before she passed out rushed back into her mind. She blushed, hoping none of the other mothers had seen anything. Afraid to face them, she kept her eyes closed. Not wanting to draw attention to herself.

"We know you are awake," said Candace.

"Yep," said Stella.

Marissa turned to face them.

"What the fuck was that?" Asked Candace.

Marissa said nothing.

"Are you fucking perv?"

"Let her be," said Stella, looking at her with something resembling kindness and pity, "It's okay. I won't judge you."

"I will," said Candace.

Stella fulminated the mother of darker skin with a cold glare.

"How long have we been sleeping?" Asked Marissa.

Candace shook her head, "No clue. But the hobbit over there is leaking, and she won't stop sucking on that pacifier."

Marissa turned to face Brett.

The shorter of them was sitting on the further side of the blanket, and her diaper was so full that Marissa could see it right through her wet onesie. The part of the blanket underneath her was also wet, and she was clearly sobbing as she sucked on a pacifier.

"Where did you get that?"

Candace showed Marissa her very own pacifier, which was attached to a clip on her onesie.

"You have one, too," said Stella, "I mean, if you want to use it."

Marissa blushed.

"Look, I don't know what happened to me. I haven't had… intimacy in a while… and," she sighed, pausing and then continuing, "I'm not a perv."

"If you aren't, you make a convincing impersonation of one."

"Stop, don't make her feel bad about herself. She clearly needs support. Are you into the whole baby stuff? You can be honest with us. I mean, we are all wearing diapers."

"Yeah, but ours are not wet," said Candace, standing up.

Her beautiful long legs and black skin contrasted so clearly with her clothes. Pink and white, the onesie made her look even sexier, though the diaper made her walk funny. Stella stood up next; she looked completely cute in her onesie and diapers.

Stella offered a hand and helped Marissa stand up.

"Thanks."

"What are we going to do?" Asked Stella.

"We can't stay here," said Cadence.

"Yeah, but…" Stella tried to say, turning to see Brett again, "I don't want to end up like her."

"We won't," said Candace.

"That's easy to say. We cannot open the doors, and even if we could, God knows where our clothes are. How far can we get without shoes and locked in these diapers."

Marissa stopped suddenly, feeling a familiar pressure building in her bowels.

There was a short moment of silence.

"Are you okay?" Asked Stella.

"Oh no. Don't do it," said Candace.

"What? What's going on?"

Candace knew what was happening. She was a proud mother and loved being one. Giving up her career to become a mother was not a sacrifice but something she welcomed. Which is why she knew what Marissa's sudden blush meant. Her hands were on her tummy, and she was looking distressed.

"You are a fucking adult," said Candace, "Hold it."

Marissa was almost sobbing, "I-I…"

Then they heard a fart. But it wasn't coming from Marissa's rear. No. It came from the oversized toddler on the other side of the room. The one sitting over a puddle of her own pee. She farted again and again. Wet and loud, and then the unmistakable sound of a diaper being filled with soft poo.

"Ew," said Stella.

"That's disgus…."

But Candace couldn't finish her sentence. She was feeling increasing pressure in her tummy. Painful, as if keeping it inside would make her bowels explode. Her legs were shaking, and then another fart echoed through the room.

“Oh, no, no, no,” said Stella.

Marissa and Candace turned to see her.

The youngest of the group was squatting next to them, both hands on the back of her diaper. She was starting to sob as another fart escaped her. Then, for the first time since she was potty trained, she felt her own mess against her skin as it found its way around her diaper.

"Sorry. I'm so sorry!" said Stella.

Marissa held her hand, trying her best to be sympathetic, but she couldn't hold it any longer. She equated next to Stella and began pushing. The release of her own mess into her diaper was as ecstatic a feeling as when she peed herself right over Miss Helena's lap. Her private parts were screaming for release as the mushy poo began filling every inch of her diaper. But it wasn't the accident that made her cry. No, it was knowing that she was enjoying it. She held Stella's hand even tighter. Both of them were crying like babies.

Candace looked around.

She was the last one standing. The last one holding onto some sort of dignity. But she couldn't hold it any longer. The pain was too much.

She squatted right beside Marissa and did what the other mothers had already done.

Her body fought her. She had never done something like that, not even when she was a child. As soon as she turned two, she was already fully potty trained. She was proud of it. Proud of being the one that was out of diapers before anyone else. Now, she was back in them. She was dressed in what could only be described as a toddler's outfit, and she was pushing and pushing, hoping she could fill her diaper so that the pain would stop.

First, her bladder let go.

The warm pee made her feel even more disgusted with herself. But it wasn't over. Her rear opened, and the poo came out in a rush. It was fast, and it felt good to let go. But when it was over, she couldn't think about anything but the fact she had just pooped herself like an infant. She wasn't crying like the others, but a deep feeling of shame made her legs crumble as she fell onto her butt, forcing the poo everywhere against her skin.

She lost the battle for the first time in her life. She felt small and terrified, and yet, she didn't cry. Unlike the others, she remained as stoic as possible.

….

Miss Helena sat in her office.

The laxatives she had put on the milk should have worked by now. Whatever little resistance those mothers had should by now be gone. They were going to submit to her, and by the time she had finished with them, they would be the perfect image of well-behaved little girls.

She smiled. America was such a fun country; she was glad she had left her hometown. And she was glad she hired Greta as her assistant. People in this country needed a bit more roughness.

The door to her office opened.

"It should be time," said Greta.

"Ver well," said Helena, smiling, "Let's check on the babies."

….

The nursery-like room in the ballet academy stank with the unmistakable smell of ammonia and shit. With the windows closed, there was no way to ventilate the place. So the four mothers sat there, in their own mess, sobbing. All of them, with the exception of Candace. Humiliated but still resilient, the proudest of the four mothers refused to cry in front of anyone.

She breathed slowly, calming herself.

"Can you stop sobbing like babies?" She asked the others.

"What do you prefer we do?" Asked Brett and her voice surprised Candace and the others.

"You stopped crying," said Candace, matter-of-factly, "I thought you'd never would."

"Don't be rude," said Stella.

"Rude?" Asked Candace, "Rude?! You pissed yourself in front of your stepdaughter and ended up in diapers, which probably led to all of us ending up in them," she then turned to face Brett, pointing at her, "And you! Your tantrum's got us in this mess. I'm sure of that," then she directed her anger to Marissa, "And you. You're pathetic. Getting off to diapers and pee and a woman younger than you. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"That's not fair," said Stella.

"Well, life's not fair. If you haven't noticed, we are trapped in this place, diapered, and sitting in our shit. That motherfucker's enjoying it, and the other one's been crying non-stop for an hour. And you, you seem to not care about it!" Candace said, "I'm getting out of here. And I will divorce my bloody husband, and I'll sue this place and Helena and that manly woman. And…”

And then, the door opened.

"We need some ventilation here," said Miss Helena, walking into the room alongside Greta.

Marissa blushed as she saw her, remembering what had happened before. She looked away, but all she could find was Candace's judging looks and Brett's red eyes. So she looked down at her disgraced diaper, which was doing its best to keep all of her fluids inside. Though, she didn't know how long that would be.

"Do you think they deserve to be changed? Or should we get them to earn that privilege?"

Greta smiled, "Little girls should earn the right to be clean. I think."

"Good then. Here's what will happen. You four will perform for us. If you manage to do a pretty dance for five minutes without falling on your asses, I'll… we'll change you."

The four mothers didn't know how to react or answer.

"What if we fail?" Asked Candace.

"You stay in that dirty diaper for another hour. That should teach you the lesson," said Helena, "Anyway. Who wants to go first?"

Brett raised her hand immediately, given the state of her diaper, no one was surprised by it. However, when Candace raised her hand right after, even Miss Helena couldn't believe it. It would be a fund performance, that's for sure, and she was planning on enjoying every second of it.