A Clockwork Diaper - Part 2

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Here's the subscriber-exclusive post you're owed from back in September. I'll have a public short story in the next day or two, before the end of the year, then we'll be back on track for a normal January! 

Ashley felt stunned as she got on the bus, shaken by what she’d just learned.

Her conditioning was supposed to be simple. A replacement for real punishment, an embarrassing reminder to stay out of trouble. But if it was as high-strung as Ms. Irons had suggested…

She was going to be in diapers for a lot longer than she’d expected.

The way it had been explained all those months ago, Ashley had thought the conditioning would kick in if she stole something, if she assaulted someone, if she drank or smoked–Big, obvious stuff. The idea that she’d pack her diapers full over an illegally downloaded MP3 hadn’t even occurred to her.

Still, she could do better. She only crossed the street at crosswalks, and only when she had right of way. When she put her earbuds back in, she started a legally-downloaded podcast and went through her phone, meticulously deleting every song she’d ever pirated off the music app. Anything remotely rule-breaky, she avoided, up to and including reading the terms and conditions when she checked in on the university website.

By the time she was back to the dorm room, she was feeling more confident. The conditioning could be worked around. She’d be okay.

Ashley took the elevator up to her level, sought out her room, and stepped in.

She hadn’t expected company. Another girl was sitting at the left desk, beneath her raised bed. The girl sat back, inspecting Ashley, and Ashley inspected her back. She was short with short hair, trendy glasses, and a tight-fitting T shirt with a band logo on the front.

“So,” the girl said. “You’re the con they stuck me with, huh?”

“You must be Amelia,” Ashley said. Her roommate. “I’m Ashley.”

“Yeah. The con.” Amelia got to her feet, and once standing at her full height it was clear that she was a good eight inches shorter than Ashley. “Y’know. Con-vict. I was enjoying having a room to myself.”

Ashley’s face tightened. “How’d you know about that? It’s supposed to be confidential.”

“Yeah, duh, the school didn’t tell me.” Amelia stepped up to her, glaring up. Intensely hostile, given that Ashley hadn’t done anything. “But when I got told my roommate would show up two weeks, I thought to google her name. Found your whole rap sheet online.”

Cheeks flushing, Ashley said, “So you know I–”

“Yeah.” Amelia’s glare turned to a smirk, and she looked down as she added, “And I know about your little…procedure, too, crinkles.”

That was definitely confidential. Even the papers wouldn’t know that. Ashley squeaked, “H-how?”

“They wouldn’t give you a two month sentence for no reason, and everyone knows they’re running the trial here in town,” Amelia sneered, walking back to her desk to grab her phone. “Plus, one of my friends texted me this half an hour ago.”

She raised the message for Ashley to read. ‘Hey, isn’t this the girl who’s supposed to be your roommate? She just shit her pants on the bus, I think she’s wearing a diaper! PU!’ Scrolling down, she showed the attached image, clearly showing Ashley at the back of the university bus, blushing brightly and clutching her tummy.

“Erm…” Ashley said.

“So yeah. I’m not stupid. They gave you the Ibbs Procedure. And do you know what that means, baby pants?” For such a tiny girl, Amelia held a lot of malice in her expression. “Go on, ask me.”

“Uh… what does it mean?”

“It means, you’re going to do whatever I say, or I’ll send you crying to your babysitter twenty times a day for didee changes,” Amelia assured her.

Ashley blinked. “You can’t do that. I have to do something illegal or it won’t count.”

“Uh-huh.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “What did I just say a minute ago?”

“That you’re going to send me crying to my babysitter?”

“No, I said that I’m not stupid. Unlike some people in this room.” Amelia took another step closer to Ashley, so that they were almost touching each other. “I’ll play nice one more time, con. Be a good baby so I don’t have to make you do anything gross.”

Ashley put her foot down. She wasn’t going to let her roommate bully her, and the threat was most likely hollow. “Fuck you. I’m going to unpack.”

Amelia glared, but backed off, sitting down at her desk. “Fine. Whatever.”

They maintained a quiet, hostile peace for a few minutes. Ashley got her pillow out of her suitcase and threw it on her bed, began arranging clothes in her dresser, and tried to think how to calm hostilities with Amelia.

Her phone beeped a minute later, and she checked it. A number she didn’t have saved had sent her a text, and she opened it–

“Gross!” she balked, quickly closing the image. She’d seen plenty of unsolicited dick pics in her life, but they never got any more pleasant.

“Oh, sorry,” Amelia sneered, spinning in her chair to face Ashley. “Some stranger sent me that. He definitely didn’t give permission for you to see it.”

Ashley blinked, horror climbing as she felt her bladder involuntarily release. “You–seriously?”

“I can get creative, too,” Amelia said. “Are you ready to be a good girl and listen?”

There was no good response. Ashley just nodded.

Grinning wickedly, Amelia held up her hand, counting on her fingers. “First, I liked having this dorm to myself. I could have friends over and nobody’s bother me. That’s not going to change–when I tell you to clear out, you clear out, or you’ll get to show my guests how you’re Little Miss Stinkypants. Second, leave time in your day for errands, because I’ll have plenty. I like having food delivered, and I don’t like doing my own laundry. Third–”

“You can’t be serious,” Ashley choked.

“Hmm.” Amelia steepled her fingers, inspecting Ashley. “Okay. I think we need a demonstration, because you’re clearly not understanding that I’m the one in charge here, and you’re the stupid con that needs to shut her mouth and listen. Take off your pants.”

Ashley started to shake her head, to object.

“Take off your pants, or I’ll start playing music I downloaded illegally,” Amelia warned.

Fingers shaking, Ashley obeyed, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping them down around her ankles. Amelia smirked when she saw the yellow stain weighing down the diaper, and she smirked more when Ashley’s lip quivered in embarrassment.

“Now, you’re going to march on down to the bathroom at the end of the hall, stick the showerhead in your diaper, and fill it all the way up,” Amelia ordered, getting to her feet. “And then if you’re good, I’ll let you put your pants on before you run crying to your babysitter. Understood?”

“I won’t–” Ashley started.

Amelia was out of mercy, not that she’d ever had any to begin with. She turned and hit the spacebar on her computer, an MP3 file starting up.

Ashley didn’t recognize the song, but from Amelia’s warning, she knew it’d been pirated, and because she knew that–

Blllrcch…

She whimpered and crossed her legs, but there was no way to keep the mush from forcing its way into the back of her diaper, adding to the weight and the sag.

Wrinkling her nose, Amelia sneered as she got up in Ashley’s face. “Third. If you forget what you are, I will remind you. You’re nothing but a con, a criminal who deserves far worse than what I could do to you, and you don’t get to pretend you’re not. Now march.”

Ashley recoiled. Amelia’s control over her seemed ironclad; even if Ashley knew who to complain to, what could she say? That her roommate played a song and said some mean words?

Turning, she obeyed, too utterly defeated to do anything else. Even if she ran to Ms. Irons for a diaper change right away, Amelia would be waiting for her when she came back, ready to make her fill her diapers right back up.

The floor wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t empty. Half the students had their doors open, and a couple were walking from the bathroom to the elevator when Ashley stepped out, smelly diaper sagging visibly between her legs, and began to shuffle towards the bathroom.

There were twenty steps from her room to the end of the hall, where the bathroom with shared showers waited. She started walking, feeling her diaper squelch with every step.

A few girls giggled. More wrinkled their noses and shut their doors. It would have been a miracle if nobody got a photo.

When she got to the bathroom, one girl gawked in the middle of brushing her teeth. Ashley just buried her face in her hands and hurried into a shower stall, turning on the water. It was the sort of showerhead that had a hose attached, so she could hold it in her hand and move it around. She took it, letting the water get warm, asking herself if she was really going to do this.

There was no choice, or at least she didn’t believe there was.

She couldn’t remember how to pull the waistband of her diaper out, her brain fuzzed when she even thought about it. That was probably too close to taking her diaper off, but she could lift her shirt and spray the water down so that it ran inside the front of her padding.

The absorbent material swelled. In preparation for potentially catastrophic accidents, the program had provided high quality diapers, able to absorb far more than most off-the-shelf brands, and it drank up the water greedily, swelling until she worried the diaper might fall off her hips.

The weight threatened to send her off balance, and the utterly swollen diaper dripped water down her legs even when she turned the showerhead off. She felt she could fill a pool with the contents of her diaper, and the sopping squish as she stood up straight sent a shiver of humiliation up her spine.

As a final note of injury, even all that water hadn’t washed away the smell.

She needed to get to Ms. Irons, to change her diaper, but the trek there was daunting. Ashley wasn’t certain she even had pants that could fit over the bulging, sodden diaper that she couldn’t remove.

First, though… she needed to show Amelia that she’d obeyed.

And that meant waddling back down the hall.

Wiping her nose, Ashley stepped out of the shower and began her humiliating trek back to her dorm. This time, she had gawkers, other girls on the floor curious to see what the diapered girl would do next.

“Did you lose a bet?” one of them giggled.

“You can’t wash disposable diapers!” another teased.

Ashley started to run, hoping to escape the hallway faster, but her diaper weighed her down ponderously and she slipped, lost her balance, fell backwards. She landed with an enormous slushy splorch that left a wet spot on the hallway floor, and the tonnage of her diaper was such that she struggled to reclaim her feet.

A girl grabbed her hand and pulled her up. Ashley couldn’t even look at her helper, she just scurried away, careful not to lose her balance again.

She got back to her room and slammed the door, eyes watering with the shame.

“Good girl,” Amelia smirked. “I guess I’ll let you wear your pants to go get changed, but I thought of a fourth rule while you were showing everyone what a baby you are. Whenever you’re in this room, even if I’ve got guests, you don’t get to cover your diaper. Got it?”

Ashley sniffled and nodded.

“Good.” Amelia spun back to her desk. “I think this relationship is going to work out just fine.”