A Clockwork Diaper - Part Four

“Going somewhere?” Amelia asked, smirking up at her roommate.

Ashley struggled into her jeans, pulling them up over her puffy diaper. “I’m meeting with a TA to go over classes I missed,” she lied. “I’ll be out until late.”

“Oh, right, the classes you missed because you were in jail,” Amelia commented snidely. “Well, don’t forget your purse, baby.”

“Hmph,” Ashley grumbled, picking up her Hello Kitty diaper bag. “Fine. See you later.”

“Hold it,” Amelia snapped. “I don’t like your tone there.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just in a hurry,” Ashley said, realizing she may have gotten herself into trouble. Hoping to head off any punishment from her roommate, she asked, “Do you need me to run any errands for you while I’m out?”

“No, but we need to work on your attitude,” Amelia said. “Pee your pants.”

Ashley blinked. “What?”

“You heard me. I could make you do it, but I want you to wet yourself on purpose.” Amelia smirked. “You can soak your diaper on your own, or I can make you fill it up–then you’ll have to decide between getting your smelly diaper changed and being late, or showing up for tutoring with a stinky bottom.”

Flushing, Ashley unzipped her jeans, folding down the front just enough that Amelia could see. She had to close her eyes and concentrate for a moment, but with a bit of focus she managed to release her bladder, flooding the padding.

“Good girl,” Amelia spun back in her chair. “McDonalds when you come back. You know what I like.”

“Of course,” Ashley said, shouldering her diaper bag and leaving the dorm.

It was moments like these that reminded her just how much she hated her roommate. Then again, that’s why she’d come up with this plan to begin with.

Taking out her phone, she texted Amelia’s boyfriend. Philip had been flirting with her for several days, escalating from innuendo to dick pics at incredible speed, and now they had plans to hook up–he just didn’t know who she was, yet.

‘I’m on my way, see you soon,’ Amelia texted. Her diaper was wet, which was a problem since she wouldn’t be able to take it off, but Philip could do that for her once she made her pitch–if she even needed to. She doubted he’d turn her down.

Philip texted back, ‘Can’t wait. You have the address, right?’

‘Yeah, you sent it yesterday. What’s it look like?’

‘Big house on the corner, can’t miss it. Technically my parents, but they’re out of town so we have it all to ourselves.’

Excellent. Ashley stashed her phone, grinning as she walked up to the bus stop.

Her plan for revenge wouldn’t stop Amelia from being cruel, but Ashley didn’t care. She just wanted to hurt Amelia however she could, and Philip seemed like the perfect way to do it.

His house was easy enough to find, a big old McMansion on the corner he’d indicated. She looked around as she walked up the path to the front door, ensuring nobody saw her, then rang the bell, as well as texting him that she had arrived.

Philip answered a minute later, opening the door. “Hey, babe–wait. Ashley?”

“Yup,” she said, flashing a seductive grin. “It’s me.”

“I’m, uh, waiting on someone,” he said. “Whatever you want, we can talk later, okay?”

“You’re waiting on me,” Ashley said. “I’m the girl you’ve been flirting with. Can I come inside, and Amelia doesn’t need to know you’ve been planning to cheat on her?”

Philip swallowed, glancing around. “Sure. Come on in.”

She walked inside, setting down her diaper bag by the door. “So here’s the deal. I fucking hate Amelia, and you’re clearly just with her for the chase.”

“Hey, that’s not fair,” he said.

“Yesterday, you were texting with me during sex with Amelia,” Ashley pointed out, recalling an instance where Amelia had made her leave the dorm so she and Philip could have privacy. Philip had kept texting her the whole way through. She stepped up closer to Philip, putting a hand on his chest. “I don’t care. You’re hot, and you have something I want.”

“What’s that?” Philip asked, his voice cracking.

She put another hand on the front of his jeans, pleased to find he was hard. “You can hurt Amelia for me. Let me make you an offer.”

He nodded quickly. “An offer. Uh, sure. Yeah. What’s the offer?”

Biting her lip, Ashley slid a hand down the front of his jeans, feeling him beneath the fabric. “I’ll do whatever you want,” she said. “You say the word, I’m there. You can fuck me, you can take me, and all you have to do is dump Amelia.”

Philip didn’t even take a second to consider, he just nodded. “Sure. She’s dumped.”

“You’ll do it publicly,” Ashley continued. “You’ll tell her, loudly, how awful she was in bed, how she was a waste of time. Really rub it in that she was an awful girlfriend. Okay?”

He nodded again. “Can do. Uh, I’ve got condoms upstairs–”

“Then let’s go upstairs and seal the deal, okay?”

She took him by the hand and pulled him towards the stairs, biting her lip seductively. Philip seemed like the kind of guy who required little persuasion and who would stay on her hook, but she didn’t have any reason to risk it.

“So how do you want me?” she asked, as they moved up towards his bedroom. “I’ll need help taking off my diaper, Amelia me–”

“Leave it on,” he said, so fast it was clearly impulsive. His cheeks turned slightly pink, but then he nodded and committed. “Leave the diaper on.”

Ashley raised an eyebrow, but didn’t much care what he was into. “Okay then.” They stepped into his bedroom, and she slipped off her jeans, pressing her body–soggy diaper and all–into his. She could feel his erection through his own pants, and on impulse, she took his wrist in her hand. He was about forty pounds heavier than her and athletic enough to push her off if he wanted to. He instead folded under her grasp, so she asked, “Do you want me on top?”

He nodded, and she pushed him towards the bed, using his wrist to steer. Her shirt came off next, and her bra, and she got on top of him, riding him so that her diaper pressed against the tented front of his pants.

It wasn’t what she’d had in mind, but as long as Philip was into it, she didn’t care. He moaned, reaching down to hurriedly unzip his pants and shove them down his legs, boxers as well.

Taking his other wrist, Ashley held him down, taking his continued grinding as a sign that this was going well. “Do you like my diaper?” she asked, trying to ride the line between ‘hot’ and ‘condescending’.

He nodded.

Goddamn, he’s an easier mark than I thought, Ashley considered. She’d expected the diaper to be an obstacle, not an advantage, but this opened up plenty of new doors.

Making eye contact with Philip, she began to shift down his legs, lips parting. She hesitated, though, and took a shot in the dark. “If I’m all the way down here, are you going to squirm too much?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He tilted his head, looking up at her. “Huh?”

Pushing off him, Ashley moved down the bed, crawling around and then mounting him again, facing the other way, so that she was sitting on his chest, her soggy diaper right up in his face. “Now you can’t go anywhere,” she teased, glancing over her shoulder to see his face.

He groaned in delight, and she bent forward, putting her mouth on his–

“Pathetic.”

Ashley stopped, her lips an inch from Philip’s throbbing cock. She looked to the doorway off on the left of the room and her eyes widened in alarm.

Amelia stood there. “How’s your tutoring going?”

“Um…” Ashley started to say. Philip shifted under her, also noticing his now-ex girlfriend.

“Babe, it’s not–” he started. “Fuck, okay, maybe it is what it looks like, but–”

“I went through your phone,” Amelia cut in, rolling her eyes–Ashley wasn’t sure which of them she was talking to, herself or Philip, but either way it didn’t matter much. “And I figured out your plan pretty much instantly.”

Taking out her own phone, Amelia raised it and dramatically pushed a button. Ashley only watched in horror and apprehension.

“There,” Amelia announced. “You’ve been very publicly dumped, with screenshots to show you were cheating. Nice try, Ashley.”

“You’re not mad?” Ashley asked, still sitting on Philip’s chest, naked save for her wet diaper. “Or, like…going to do something to me?”

“I expected it, honestly,” Amelia sneered, standing up straight. “You just confirmed my opinion of you, con. Oh, and by the way–Philip isn’t a resident at this house, legally speaking, he lives at the dorms and only spends a few days here a month, as a guest.”

“Huh?” Philip asked. “What are you–”

Ashley swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. “She means that I’m, uh–” her belly gurgled, threatening to revolt. “Trespassing.”

She doubled over as her conditioning took hold. Her bladder gave way instantly, flooding the already-wet diaper, and her bowels were only a second behind. Her muscles received the instruction to push, and though her conscious mind desperately tried to override it, there was nothing she could do but grunt softly and pack the back of her diaper, ballooning out the seat with mush right on Philip’s chest.

Notably, his raging erection didn’t seem to die away, but she still stumbled off his chest, falling to the floor of his bedroom.

Amelia laughed and turned, walking away. She called over her shoulder, “Don’t forget to pick up dinner, con!”

Ashley barely heard her as the conditioning continued to wrack her body. She couldn’t stop it until she got out of the house and ended her ‘trespassing’, but the cramps made it difficult to move, and she was nearly naked, dressed in only her loaded, sodden diaper.

Philip, for his part, was frantically checking his phone, worrying over social media. There’d be no aid from that quarter.

She reached out for her shirt, clutching her belly. She got it on, inside out–that’d have to do. Her bra was on the floor, she abandoned in, going for her jeans. They wouldn’t pull on. She got them around her ankles, but the diaper around her waist had grown so swollen, so heavy that trying to pull on the jeans only made its contents squelch and leak out, staining the pants without concealing her diaper.

Wheeling on the floor, she faced Philip and snapped, “Hey, asshole! I need a pair of pants I can wear.”

He looked up at her, surprised. “I–shit. I just got dumped. I just got dumped.”

She tried to stand, but her legs didn’t obey. Instinctually, she knew why–the conditioning had kicked up yet another gear, forcing her to crawl. So, she crawled over to Philip, getting up on her knees and grabbing his arm. “You need to give me permission to take a pair of pants,” she ordered. Stealing the pants would do her no good, after all.

“Fuck, fine, whatever. You can have some pants,” he said.

Relieved, she clutched her belly as another rolling cramp tried to expel more waste into her diaper, but it was completely full by now, nothing left to fill it. Crawling to his dresser, she tossed aside options until she found a stretchy pair of sweats, grabbed it, and pulled it over her diaper. There was still a smelly bulge protruding around her waist, but it was something.

Whimpering, her head starting to spin, Ashley crawled for the exit. She had to make it down the stairs and out the door, all on all fours, her packed diaper waving in the air behind her…

She got outside, snagging her diaper bag as she made it. The pressure on her thoughts faded, and she relaxed. She could ride the bus to Danielle Irons, get a chance, and…

She’d taken off her pants and set them aside, on Philip’s parents porch.

She blinked down at herself, startled. Reaching over, she grabbed the sweatpants sitting on the ground next to her. When she tried to put them on, though, her arms refused to obey.

What? That’s not–

Going for her phone, she sent a panicked text to her parole officer. Texting, she sent, ‘Danielle, I can’t put on pants.’

A few moments went by. ‘What did you do?’

‘Nothing.’

‘Clearly you didn’t do nothing, you’ve triggered high alert conditioning. What did you do?’

Ashley’s fingers hovered over the screen a moment. ‘I trespassed by mistake, and then got told about it once I was already way inside the building. It took me forever to get out.’

‘I’m sorry, there’s not much I can do to help you. If you come here I can give you a diaper change. It may take a couple days before you can put clothes on that cover your diaper, though, your conditioning has flagged you as in need of corrective behavior.’

‘Can I wear a dress?’

‘You won’t be able to put on any clothes that cover your diaper. I’d suggest you stay inside for a couple days’.

Being trapped in her dorm with Amelia might be worse than going outside with her diaper exposed. Ashley shuddered.

‘This sucks.’

‘I’m sorry.’

Sniffling, Ashley got to shaky feet. She didn’t have shoes, either, just an inside-out shirt and a sagging, lumpy diaper. Reaching in her bag, she searched around for her wallet, so she could retrieve her bus pass.

It wasn’t there, just a folded up note and a twenty dollar bill.

‘Hey, Con–I figured you could use the exercise. Have fun walking to your babysitter. The cash is for my food, I expect exact change, so don’t lose the receipt.’

Her phone buzzed again. A text from Philip.

‘Sooo…did you still want to hook up?’

She almost broke down, but she wouldn’t be defeated. Not yet.

“Fuck it,” she said. Scorched earth time. She would find a way to get back at Amelia. “Fuck it.”

She texted Philip back. ‘Can you drive me around? Amelia stole my wallet so I’d have to walk to get my diaper changed.’

‘Sure, just maybe return the favor later. ;) ’

“Gross,” Amelia groaned out loud. Still, as long as Philip remained a horny creep, she could use him.

Operation ‘Make Amelia Stop Bullying Me’ was ready to start…just as soon as Ashley got a diaper change.

Watch for the exciting conclusion to this story next month!