A Clockwork Diaper - Part 3

Pants were little help to Ashley.

Though she found a pair of sweats within her bag of clothes that could stretch over her diaper, Amelia had made her fill the diaper to an absurd capacity in the dorm shower, and the swollen bulk made it appear as though a beach ball were smuggled beneath the fabric. Worse, the diaper was well past its capacity, and though it carried the weight well enough while she stood, as soon as she sat down on the bus it bubbled and leaked, forming a great dark stain that trickled down her pants.

She didn’t cry. She was too mortified to cry. When the bus reached her stop, she waddled off in a hurry, shutting out the reactions from anyone who saw the wet stain down or the clearly bulging bubble beneath her sweats.

Shuffling awkwardly up the sidewalk, she reached her parole officer’s house and rapped on the door. Waiting, she crossed her arms over her chest defensively, guarding her feelings against the humiliation.

Danielle Irons responded quickly, in the middle of a phonecall. Waving Ashley inside, she pointed to the couch, where a plastic sheet and a puppy pad lay over the cushions. She had leaky guests often enough to warrant the precaution, but Ashley didn’t focus on the implications, she just set down and tried not to whimper as she felt all the mush and squelch of her overused diaper press into her butt.

“M-hmm,” Danielle nodded into the receiver of her cell. “I’ll put it on my calendar. Thanks. Gotta go, talk to you later.”

Ashley looked meekly up at her parole officer. “I…need your help.”

“Let’s get you changed,” Danielle agreed.

Shaking her head, Ashley tried to explain. “No, it’s…my roommate. She’s a fucking witch, and–”

“Let’s get you changed,” Danielle insisted, offering her hand. “You’ll feel better in a dry diaper, then we can talk.”

Ashley had no reason to argue. She got to her feet, accepting Danielle’s hand and waddling behind to the changing room.

Danielle had to notice that Ashley’s diaper, though used, was mostly weighed down with water. There was no way Ashley could have peed that much, and even if she had, reaching every nook and cranny of the absorbent pulp wouldn’t be possible either without some incredible effort.

While she deposited the incredibly heavy diaper in the trash, Danielle said, “So you’ve got your first bully.”

Ashley squeaked. “Um…first?”

“I’m sorry it’s your roommate,” Danielle wiped her clean, so practiced at changing diapers that she barely needed to look. “That’ll be…difficult.”

Squirming, Ashley asked, “You knew this would happen?”

“I knew it was likely. The experiment you’re a part of isn’t a secret by any means, and some people just need the tiniest excuse to be cruel.” Danielle slid a fresh diaper under Ashley’s butt, applying powder. Ashley wouldn’t say it out loud, but the feel of dry, fresh powder was a relief after the humiliating squelch of a full diaper.

“I don’t think Amelia needed an excuse,” Ashley grumbled. “Can you help me transfer rooms?”

Danielle pursed her lips. “No.”

“But Amelia–” Ashley started, sitting up in alarm. “She made me–”

Gently, Danielle pushed her back down so she could finish taping the diaper in place. “I am not allowed to interfere with the punitive elements of your conditioning, Ashley. You can apply for another roommate on your own, but the justification for transferring can’t include any part of your parole conditioning either.”

Ashley gaped. “I don’t understand…they would just let her get away with this? Do they want her to bully me?”

Danielle crouched to retrieve a Pedialyte from the minifridge. “Officially, one of the points of conditioning is to…how do they phrase it?” She passed over the bottle. “‘Encourage positive social behavior and conflict avoidance’. That’s the justification they give.”

At a loss for words, Ashley just drank her electrolyte solution.

“By the way, I was about to send out a notification when you came in,” Danielle added. “I’ll be unavailable from four until about nine PM tomorrow. Since it’s under six hours, the office won’t provide a replacement for me, so try to keep your diaper clean around then.”

“I’m not trying to use it,” Ashley whined.

“Still.” Danielle stepped back. “Do you want a different pair of pants to wear home?”

Ashley nodded. “Yes, please.”

…

While waiting for the bus in her baggy black sweats, Ashley got a text.

‘This is Amelia. When you’re done at your babysitter, I’ve got some shopping for you to do. Text me when you get this.’

Ashley replied immediately, fearing reprisal–especially since she now knew she couldn’t escape Amelia anytime soon. ‘I just left.’

‘Good. I’ve got two stops for you–first, you’re going to go to the infants’r’us on the edge of town, then you’re going to pick up some McDonalds for me on the way back. I’ll send the shopping list in a minute.’

Ashley feared what Amelia had in mind, but simply sent back a thumbs-up of acknowledgement, then checked bus routes to get to the baby store.

Amelia’s first list came a moment later. The largest pacifier size available for purchase, plastic bedsheets, a potty training chart, stickers of letters, and a childish diaper bag. A second later, she added, ‘Send me a photo of the bag and the pacifier for approval, too. If it’s not good enough, I’ll make you pee your pants and choose a different one.’

With that warning in mind, Ashley had to fret over the pacifier choices. A bright pink shield was childish but not the worst. Would Amelia allow that, or did she need to go for the sparkly option shaped like a butterfly?

Unwilling to risk it, Ashley chose the butterfly, before stressing similarly over the diaper bags.

Those ranged in style from ‘practically a purse’ to ‘The teletubbies would find it garish’. Amelia picked out a Hello Kitty backpack option, with a see-through plastic part on the side that could hold up to three baby bottles.

When she sent Amelia tho photos, Amelia responded, ‘Perfect–get some matching bottles.’

Obeying and taking her purchases to the register, Ashley checked out, avoiding eye contact with the cashier. She turned down a rewards card, paid, and stuffed the other purchases into the bag.

‘Okay, leaving the store,’ she sent Amelia. ‘What do you want from McDonalds?’

Amelia send back a smiley face. ‘Good girl - you’re already learning! Just get me a nuggets meal and a coke.’

‘Do you want sauce?’ Ashley asked.

‘Well played. I was hoping you’d forget to ask. Honey mustard, please and thank you.’

Ashley swallowed at the implications. Amelia had given bad instructions, looking for an excuse for punishment–and if she did it once, she’d do it again.

She bought the fast food, nuggets for Amelia and a burger herself, and finally made it back to the dorm around sunset. She still needed to go over her syllabus, and that assumed Amelia would let her have the time.

Amelia had a guy in their dorm when Ashley came inside. She was sitting on his lap, lips on his, hand halfway down his jeans.

She shot a glare back Ashley’s way. “Don’t you know how to knock?”

“Uh…” Ashley stammered. “I’m…”

“You know the rules,” Amelia added immediately. “No pants in our room. Philip, this is my roommate, I told you about her.”

Philip smirked at Ashley’s clear hesitation, unwilling to shuck out of her jeans in front of a man she didn’t know. At a warning look from Amelia, though, she set down the fast food bags and diaper bag, and slipped her borrowed pants down to her ankles.

“Thanks for getting Philip some food, too,” Amelia said, snatching up the McDonalds bags, hers and Ashley’s both. “And congratulations on your new purse.”

“My…purse?” Ashley asked.

“Baby,” Amelia pointed a finger at Ashley, before moving her gesture to the diaper bag. “Baby bag. Take those stickers you bought and write, ‘Ashley’s diaper bag’ on the front just so nobody’ll get confused.” She passed Ashley’s burger to Philip. “Oh, and a couple more rules–if I tell you to put your pacifier in, you don’t get to speak. I don’t want to hear you whining. And I hate plastic waste, so I’d better not catch you using any disposable bottles–use your baby bottles.”

“Okay…” Ashley looked down, shuffling her feet. “What about the potty training chart?”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “Do you even need to ask? Hang it up on the door.”

Ashley paled. “Outside?”

Grinning, Amelia said, “That’s not what I meant, but that would be hilarious. But no, inside–I might make you put it out if you get on my nerves, though. Anyways, pacifier in, I’m done talking to you.”

Feeling sheepish, Ashley got out her new pacifier, removing it from the packaging and plopping it between her lips while Amelia returned to eating her boyfriend’s face.

Holding the pacifier between her lips, she hung up her potty training chart on the inside of the door. It had three types of stickers; clear skies, rain clouds, and storm clouds with a pair of lightning bolts that formed a little ‘2’. Hoping to win Amelia’s good graces through obedience, Ashley stuck a storm cloud on the day’s date, then set her diaper bag on her desk, decorating it with the stickers. She even put the plastic cover on her bed, though nothing in her conditioning would make her into a bedwetter.

Fast food forgotten, Amelia’s attention towards Philip turned from making out to heavy petting, until she finally began unzipping his jeans. He glanced over at Amelia. “Should she–”

Amelia took Philip’s chin, turning his face back to her. “Don’t worry about her. Eyes on me.”

“It’s just distracting,” he admitted.

“Fine.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Ashley, clear out for a few hours.”

Ashley slipped into her jeans and spat her pacifier out into her hand, leaving with her new ‘purse’. She still hadn’t found any study time, but she needed to get some food anyways and really didn’t want to stick around for the show anyways.

But, while she dressed, she noticed Philip’s eyes glance her way a couple more times even as Amelia’s hand reached beneath his boxers.

She shook off the thought, hurried out of the dorm, and went to go get some food. She could go over her syllabus while she ate.

The college’s food court was open late, it seemed. Using her meal pass, she got in, got some food, found a table. She tucked her ‘purse’ under the table so it would be hard to spot, set up her laptop, and finally logged into the school website while she ate.

She scrolled classes, made notes on what reading she’d be expected to do, copied her schedule onto her phone. It was comforting to be focused on study, not obeying the orders of a local dictator or riding a bus to deal with a messy diaper.

While she scrolled, though, something caught her eye.

Philip Cocker, she read on the list of TAs for her history class.

Curious, she looked up the name on Facebook, and quickly found a profile with the right age and location. Sure enough, she found the guy whose face had been glued to Amelia’s.

She did a bit of casual stalking, reading up on his history, his posts, his interests. The four previous girlfriends he’d had, and the reasons he’d left both…always replaced suspiciously fast with a new girl.

Ashley’s gut told her he’d been cheating, dumping his old girl for the new. Nobody rebounded that fast, that often, unless the new relationship was already in the works.

She grinned. Though she couldn’t stop Amelia’s reign of terror, she could get a little revenge. Plus, thanks to Philip’s position as TA, Ashley had his phone number.

Taking out her phone, she sent him a message. ‘Hey, I saw you in Gareth’s class. You’re cute. Are you single?’

Her plan of attack already in mind, Ashley set aside her phone, returning to class prep.

He responded within a minute. ‘Hey girl. You bet I’m cute. ;) Where were you sitting?’

He’d ignored her question about being single, and kept right on flirting.

Ashley grinned. Her plan would be even easier to execute than she’d expected.