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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Apr 29, 2018 at 5:11 PM
Content: There was a knock on the door. Jessica stood up, and looked at her clock. She sighed angrily.

"You're seven minutes late," she said loudly.

"I'm sorry, there was traffic getting here, and..." Mary, her house keeper said.

"I don't care. I said wake me for 7:00, not 7:07. Every moment you're late is more time I need to rush. If I'm late for work, we could lose thousands of dollars, and you can guess what the first expense I'd scrap is."

"I... yes ma'am, sorry ma'am. It won't happen again."

Jessica looked at her house keeper. A foot shorter then Jessica, with long brown hair, thickly built and frumpy... Jessica almost felt sorry for her. Almost. "It better not," the taller, younger blond said.

"You could get an alarm clock..." the woman said.

Jessica rounded on her. "Excuse me? I run portfolios for a billion dollar company. I have thousands of numbers to keep track of, a hundred rules to know, and dozens of patterns to watch each day. You think I have time to remember to set a clock? You think I worked daily for all those years so I can set alarm clocks? That's why I have you, who doesn't keep track of a thousand numbers, who didn't work hard to get to where I am, and who doesn't have to worry about a billion dollar company, to do it for me. Be thankful the positions aren't switched. Now go make breakfast, I'll be down soon." She walked away and into her bathroom. She didn't have time to hear the reply, nor did she care. She turned on the taps and showered quickly, then got dressed in her most severe black dress. Today was a day to impress.
She made it down the stairs to her kitchen and ate the eggs Mary had prepared without looking at her. As she was leaving her home, her phone buzzed.
She looked at it. There was a message from Kevin, a lower level employee who served as her chauffeur.

"There was traffic, and I was unable to get onto your street. Please meet me at the path by Morrin St."

She groaned to herself. It wasn't that far of a walk, but it was another annoyance in an already annoying day.

She walked across her street and onto the path on the other side. It wound through a small wood and cut into the next suburb.

She was walking down the path and muttering to herself when her foot hit something.

"GOD DAMN IT!" she shouted. She hoped she didn't wreck her shoes. She looked down, and stopped.

It was a lamp. A small, metal lamp, the kind from Aladdin movies.

She didn't have time to wonder why it was there. She was angry, and it was an object she could focus her anger on. She picked it up and threw it as hard as she could into the bushes. Smiling proudly to herself, she kept walking.

"Ummmm excuse me, that was rude," a voice said.

She turned around quickly. The path had been empty a moment ago. She looked up to see a tall, red skinned man hovering above the ground with his arms folded.

"Who the hell are you?" she said. "What kind of trick is this? Is this a joke?"

"This is no trick. I'm Yasafar, the red genie, and I will not have my profession called a joke."

She rolled her eyes. "Riiiiggghht. Look, I don't have time for this." She turned to walk away.

To her surprise, the man reappeared in front of her. "How about no. That's not how this works. You threw my house against a tree, you woke me up, you insulted me, you don't get to just walk away."

"Uh huh," she said. She ignored him and tried to walk past him.

Suddenly a light appeared in front of her. She stooped and was temporary blinded by it. The light dimmed, and she saw she was surrounded by a faint blue haze. She reached out into it, and saw it formed a solid wall. She looked around herself, and realized she was in a sealed dome. She turned to face the red man.

"What is this?" she demanded.

"Its a force field. We are now outside your time and world."

"Ohh bullshit."

"Hey! Don't say that about my work. You have no idea how long it takes to learn this."

She rolled her eyes again. "Whatever. Just let me out, I have actual work to do."

"I don't think so. You kicked my house, and I cannot return until I fulfill my duties."

"Whatever. So I guess I get whatever I want, right? I want unlimited wishes."

"Har har. That doesn't actually work."

"Oh, you're not powerful enough? You can't give me all I want?"

His eyes went wide. "Seems to me you're just too much of a spoiled brat."

"Yeah whatever. I work for what I want. Unlike you, I don't spend my days sleeping, pop out once in a while for a light show, then go back. I struggled, now I have what I want, and if I want unlimited wishes, I'll get it."

"Uh huh. Is that what you think?" he closed his eyes. "Lets see... Jessica," she gasped that he knew her name. "Works in her fathers company. Got the job without even getting a degree. My my... relies on a house keeper and a chauffeur, lives in a house bought with her daddies money... Seems your a privileged little brat living off her daddy who'd never make it in the real world."

"Excuse me? I didn't get a degree because I didn't need one. I know how to do my job better then anyone. I made it on my own."

"You made it because of your parents. Your house keeper works harder then you, is older and knows more. She just wasn't born rich. If you came from the same circumstance, she'd be doing better."

Jessica was dumbfounded. The housekeeper, who couldn't even arrive on time, doing her job better? "You don't know what your talking about."

"Of course I do, silly. I'm a genie, route word of genius. I know everything."

"Right. Well, you don't know me. I could make it in any circumstance."

His eyes twinkled like he had won a game. "Oh really? Any circumstance?"

She paused. Something about his voice made her feel nervous, but she refused to admit defeat. "ANY circumstance. I could make it anywhere, on my own, with nothing but my own skills.

"Then lets make a bet, shall we. I'll put you in a different world where no one knows where you are. You get to start from scratch. If you succeed, I'll transport you back here and give you your unlimited wishes. No time would have passed, nothing would have changed, but you're all powerful.

She considered the offer. It was tempting, but she couldn't let him know that if she wanted to bargain, and she definitly couldn't hand him a blank slate. "And if I lose? What happens then?"

"Oh, not much. Same thing, you come back here, no time passed, but you don't get your wishes. Oh, one more thing."

"Uh huh?" here it comes, the catch, she thought.

"I get to make one small change to your life."

"What kind of change?" She knew better then to accept that. It could be anything.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, depends on the manner of your failure."

"Riiiigght. So I'm supposed to agree to that, not knowing what you'll do? Fat chance."

"Oh, so you're afraid you'll fail? What happened to being soooo talented and sooo smart that you'll make it anywhere?"

She gritted her teeth. "That doesn't mean I'll fall for a trick like that."

He shook his head. "No trick, just what I said." He leaned in closer to her. "Think about it. Unlimited wishes, unlimited power, all you want, and all you have to do is the one thing you said you could do anywhere- make it on your own in a new city. Didn't you say it would be easy, or are you admitting you were lying to yourself?"
She glared at him. This was so stupid, she thought. But... unlimited wishes. How hard could it be, anyway? She had made it already, she just had to do it again.
"Fine. Do it. What are the criteria for success?"

"You'll be tested on everything, from your wits to your work ethic and your basic skills. Succeeding in any of them will count as a pass. Failing them all will lose you the bet."

"Fine. Do it."

He laughed. "You are soooo manipulable, you know that? I just love having fun with people like you in different worlds, you should have seen this one girl Crabula, she... anyway, I'm ranting. The world is ready. Have fun!"

There was another bright light, and Jessica covered her eyes. Air rushed around her, and she felt herself spinning. SHe began to panic. Was this a trick? What was this? She began to scream as she felt herself falling through the air, faster and faster.

Suddenly she realized it had stopped. The light coming through her finger tips was normal, and there was no air rushing around her. She had been screaming for nothing.

She uncovered her eyes and looked around. There were a few people staring at her. She blushed and began to walk quickly as if nothing had happened.
She was in a city. She knew that, but she didn't know which one. There were tall buildings on either side of her, and the side walks were crowded with people. It could easily have been any city she had been to, and the weather and foliage of the trees made it seem like late summer or fall. In that way, at least, this 'different world' seemed to be the same.

However, she knew that couldn't be the case. It was too easy. There had to be some differences here.

She began to make mental checklists.

What did she have?

She had her clothes. They had changed, she realized, to a more casual pair of jeans and t shirt, the kind of thing she wore on weekends. Fitting, she decided, since she technically didn't have a place to work yet. She had her wallet and credit cards... except they wouldn't work if it was a different world. She had her ID... which probably would come up as fake.

She stopped. "Huh," she said. She hadn't really considered what she was getting into.

She started walking again. No matter, she'd find a way. She began to make a list of tasks. Find out what the differences were in the new world, learn about it, get a job, get an apartment... She thought again. Get food, get water.... There was a lot to do very quickly.

She noticed something. "Ah, a leg up," she thought.

It was a pair of girls, both slightly younger then her but still adults, and wearing the same uniform. It appeared to be a waitress outfit, with a dark, tight shirt above a short skirt and long stockings.

She didn't recognize the restaurant, but that didn't matter. She was a master of one of the most valuable skills a person could have finding a job- the gift of gab, or how to talk your way into anything. She followed them from a short distance. Find out a bit about them, perhaps where they are going, make friends, and use them to help get a job. Waitressing wasn't her first choice- it was far beneath her, in fact- but it was something. Pay the bills, get some clothes, get some references... in a few weeks, she could be managing at the restaurant, then using that to find work elsewhere. Their job would be her stepping stone.

She followed and watched them closely, studying them. Something about them was odd. It was their skirts, they seemed to collect strangely around their hips.
She stared at it. It seemed like there was something underneath it. She also noticed their walk- she had been trained to notice such things- which was odd, slightly waddled like a...

She did a double take. Like a toddler, she thought, or someone wearing diapers. She looked closer. The skirts were short and flounced as they walked. There was a distinct line of white underneath them. Whats more, the girls- she couldn't think of them as anything else after noticing, despite their being only a few years younger then herself- didn't seem to mind at all, and just kept walking like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Surely she must be mistaken. There is no way someone their age could... could they? It was a new world.

She turned away. Frankly, she didn't want to know the answer, and if they were part of some weird group... there were things she'd do for money, that wasn't one of them.

Suddenly she realized the girls had stopped. They had turned and staring at her. Had they noticed she was following them?

She ran into a nearby door without checking what it was.

"Hello there! Would you like to try our new cold coffee?"

She looked at the origin of the voice to see a short, fat and bearded man standing behind a counter. She was in a cafe. It had dark walls covered with paintings, and the smell of caffeine hung heavily in the air.

"Oh, no thank you, I just..."

"Oh come on!" he said, smiling, "surely you need something to keep you going. The mornings were made for coffee and the afternoons were made for wine, I always say. Come on, I assure you its good."

She didn't want it, but he was insistent and she couldn't think of an excuse to be there. He handed her a cup, and she took a sip. It was sweet, sugary, but strong.

"Its good!" she said.

"Yep! That's our new blend. Why don't you take a seat and enjoy it?"

"Ummm, alright," she said, and sat down at a table.

She looked around the cafe. It wasn't bad. She could work here, she thought. She looked at the coffee. She might have to, given she had no money to pay for the coffee.

She began to watch the people around her. It was a good way to learn about her new environment, she figured.

There was a couple at a table across from here. There was a man about her age, black haired, tall and muscular, next to a younger and smaller brunette. They were both flirting openly, whispering into each others ears and cuddling around the edges of their table.

She smirked. One thing to know, the new world seemed to have a liberal view on homosexuality, and flirting in public. What else could that say about the society? Perhaps open about other things too? She made a mental note of it.

While she was watching, the black haired of the two stopped moving. He seemed to sniff the air. The younger looked at him in confusion. The older pushed the other forward slightly and reached down to his belt line.

Suddenly the brunette's eyes went wide. He looked at the other, then around the cafe as the other stared at him, seeming disappointed.

The brunette bent down under the table. He picked up a bag and began ruffling through it. He looked panicked. He went through the bag again, then dumped the contents on the table. The black haired one rolled his eyes and sighed as the younger searched through a pile of books and pencils as if looking for something. Finally he gave up and looked pleadingly at the older.

The black haired man reached down slowly, picked up his own bag, reached into it and took something out.

Jessica had to stifled a gasp. She had through earlier, but it was pretty clear now. The black haired man was holding a large adult diaper, and handed it to the brunette. Defeated, the brunnette grabbed it, and waddled slowly away from the table and toward a bathroom door.

He knocked on the door, and a grunt inside replied. He paused, shuffling from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable. He looked back at his boyfriend sadly. He went back to shuffling. He moaned, and looked at his boyfriend again, his eyes begging for help.

His boyfriend sighed, stood up, and walked over. Once there, he grabbed hold of the younger's belt. The brunette shook his head with wide eyes, but did nothing as the older undid his belt and pulled down his pants. The brunette was now standing with a clearly visible, and clearly messy, diaper. The older turned him around, peared at the back, and waved his hand in front of his face teasingly. He then took his boyfriend by the wrist, waggled a finger under his nose, and pulled him toward a second bathroom to the side. Jessica noticed the sign on the door- it showed no gender, just had pictures of characters- one small, one medium sized, and one larger, all in diapers. The diapered boy, looking completely defeated, followed is boyfriend into it.

Jessica stared in shock. What was all the more odd about seeing a twenty something year old man in a used diaper was the fact that no one in the cafe seemed to mind. In fact, they seemed prepared for it, even having a bathroom just for it.

She needed air. She needed it fast. She got up, and walked toward the door.

"Hey, you have to pay for that!" the barista called after her, but she ignored him.

She was in the open air and walking quickly. What was this world she was in? Some kind of kinkster's paradise? A world where everyone was incontinent?

She looked at the people she passed. She began to noticed more and more strange things. Crinkling sounds, thick padding underneath pants and skirts, she noticed a group of girls socializing, and one casually hand a diaper to another. The padding seemed to vary in thickness, and in times when the plastic was visible around the edges of their pants and skirts, she noticed some with patterns on them, and others that were white.

So diapered were a lot more common here, and for different age groups, she determined.

Not everyone was diapered. Most teens or younger she passed were, with few exceptions. The majority of young adults were as well, though less so then the teens. The cut off seemed to roughly the mid twenties. There were one or two older then that who appeared to be diapered, but they were in the minority, and seemed very shy.

She noticed other things as well. The window of a restaurant showed a woman in a high chair, being fed by another girl her own age. Another time she saw a man, she couldn't tell how old but he was fairly big, being bare bottom spanked, with tears running down his face. The woman seemed mortified, however, and no one else her age seemed to be in it, while man was clearly blushing, so she determined these must be exceptions to the rules. Still, there were many people with childish thing who seemed to be far to old for them- some in strollers, others with toys, or wearing onesies, one or two pacifiers... the list went on.

She remembered the genie saying she'd be tested on everything, even 'basic skills.' He couldn't mean... that... could he? She shuddered at the thought

She steeled herself. So what? It just be one more test to pass, and an easy one at that. Its not like SHE was incontinent.

Or did they have different rules here? She'd have to find out.

Her stomach grumbled. She'd have to find out soon, she realized. Those eggs and coffee were not sitting well.

She passed by what looked like a gigantic mall. It was three stories, and had banners and displays for stores all along the outside. She decided it was the perfect place to look for a job, and she may as well do it while trying to find out the strange laws.

She entered the mall. It really was huge. She walked passed store after store, gawking at the size. Whatever world this was, they loved their shopping.

Most of the stores seemed fairly in line with what she was used to. She even recognized a few logos, but none of the names.

Her stomach grumbled again, and she felt a weight in her bladder. It was getting too hard to ignore. She realized she had been putting it off, dreading to find out what the laws of this bizarre land were, but she needed to find out.

She found a large department store that had bathrooms. Like the coffee shop, there were three of them. One was male, one was female, and the other had three images of people in diapers, ranging in size from baby to adult.

She walked to the female bathroom and tried to turn the nob, but it wouldn't budge.

She tsked. Locked. She walked up to the help counter and waited in line.

The pressure was building. She considered just walking to the front of the line, but she didn't want to stand out until she knew what was going on.
Finally she reached the front.

"Hi, how can I help you?" a stocky, middle aged woman said.

"Hi, can I get the bathroom key?" Jessica asked.

"Of course," the woman said. "Just let me see your proof of toilet proficiency."

Jessica stared at her. "What?"

The woman laughed. "Oh, don't worry, I don't mean to embarrass you. I know most girls your age have passed their tests. However, there are a few stragglers, so we have to check. Do you have your proof?"

"I don't... uhhhh..." this would normally be the time where Jessica would come up with a lie, say it was at home or lost, just as she did when she used to drink underage. However, the absurdity of the question caught her off guard.

"You don't have it?! WHen did you complete the tests?"

"Tests?"

"When did you complete your proficiency tests?"

"I... didn't."

The woman's eyes went wide. "OH! My mistake, sorry to embarrass you." She spoke in a soothing tone that bordered on condescending. "I must have gotten confused by how you asked. Don't worry, and sorry for what I said earlier, I know some people still have troubles at your age. Nothing to be worried about, it comes to some a bit later. Do you need a diaper change?"

"No! I don't need a diaper."

"What?" The woman looked over the desk. "Where is your diaper?"

"I don't need a f--ingg diaper just give me the f--ing key!"

The woman gasped. "How dare you speak to me that way! I'll bet you haven't even passed your full language tests. I'm going to give you three seconds, and I'd better see something- your id card, paperwork, a signed note, anything- that says your are qualified to use the toilet, or I better see a diaper on your butt. If I don't get it, you're going to be in a world of trouble."

"I don't have stupid paperwork and I don't need diapers! I'm an adult you idiot!"

"Right, that's it." She hit a button under her desk.

Almost instantly a large, muscular man in a uniform appeared behind Jessica.

"Right, what seems to be the trouble?"

"This GIRL has not passed her potty training tests, is not diapered, tried to lie her way into getting a bathroom key, then threw a tantrum, swore and insulted me."

"YOu f--ing b--h!"

The guard seized her by the wrist. "Do you have your toilet proficiency tests?" He asked.

"Uhhh..." she tried to think of a lie.

"You better not lie to me. You know I can check."

"I... don't."

He reached down to her belt.

"Hey!" she said, trying to stop him. However, he grabbed her and turned her around, then pinned both her hands to her stomach with one of his, and used his other
on her belt. She squirmed, embarrassed at how easily he manhandled her.

She looked around for help, but no one seemed to mind. A few watched, some laughing, some even seeming lecherous, but no one reacted as if there was anything wrong with what was going on.

The guard undid her belt and pulled down her pants. There were a few chuckles from the audience. She stared. Her underwear, as it turned out, were a lacy pair of panties with a cartoon picture of the genie on them. Some kind of sick joke, she decided.

"Where is your diaper?" the guard asked.

"I don't have one," she said.

"NO paperwork and inappropriate underwear. Tell me, do you have your exemption from corporal discipline? Don't lie now, or it will be much worse.

Her eyes went wide. "No..."

"Alright then," he said, and picked her up.

In a flash she was turned over, and she landed on his raised knee with a squeel.

"No," she said, barely having time to process what was going on before his first spank landed on her upturned backside.

SMACK SMACK SMACK! He rained blows down on her as she squirmed and cried out. She couldn't believe how strong he was, or how vicious he was with the
spanking. He was clearly used to doing it.

She tried to hold onto her dignity as best she could, but the pain was growing. Her protests turned to pleas, and her angry shouting turned into loud cries. Soon she was bawling her eyes out, getting spanked as people watched. She could not believe it, and didn't know what was worse- the pain, or the indignity of the entire situation.

Finally, he stooped, and stood her on the ground. He waggled his finger under her nose like she was a child. "Now, you are possibly the oldest I've ever had to spank, but then again, you'll likely be one of the oldest I've seen diapered too." She gulped at the though and fought back arguments. "Now, I'm going to take you to the help desk to get you diapered, and we are going to leave your pants down so your red bottom can serve as a warning to others. After that we can get you to the station to sort this out and get you where you are supposed to be, alright?

She nodded through tears. She couldn't help but sniffle, and tried to ignore the snickers and giggles behind her.

The guard turned her by the shoulders and spanked her still red bottom. "EEP!" she shouted, not expecting another spank, and walked forward.

At the edge of the store she paused, and he spanked her again. She jumped. She realized he was planning on using spanks to direct her through the mall.
He spanked her again. Worse still, the pressure in her bladder had been building. Being bent over his knee had made it critical, and each spank made it worse. She realized soon she might have to argue against being put in diapers while proving she needed them.

Another spank. She turned. "STOP!" she said angrily.

"Are you arguing with me?" He grabbed her shoulder and delivered a burst of hard smacks to her bottom, making her squeal and dance on the spot.

"I'm sorry!" She said. "P Lease! I really need to go to the bathroom."

"You'll be diapered shortly."

"No! Now! The bathrooms right there!" She pointed to a set of doors.

"No? Are you arguing again AND trying to lie your way into toilets?"

He held her again and delivered more smacks. She screamed.

It was too much. The pressure, the waiting, and now the smacks... she felt her bladder release.

"Nooo..." she whined as she wet herself.

The guard backed away. "Well well," he said, "and you were trying to argue against diapers?"

"But... but... you made me do it! You wouldn't let me use the bathroom!" She whined as the puddle grew beneath her. She knew it wasn't the right thing to say, but
an audience had gathered round to watch her shame, and she wanted to do anything she could to divert their blame.

He shook his head. "I can see why you never made it through the tests. Mature women don't try to blame others for their mistakes. Also, we have told you several times now the bathroom is off limits. I suppose it isn't your fault you are a slow learner, but you could have at least been responsible enough to keep your diaper on.

We may need to speak to your caretaker."

"I'm not a... I don't have a...." she knew it was useless to argue.

He shook his head. "Barely able to form sentences. We may need to test your language too. Come on," he grabbed her shoulder "the staff will clean up your mess, and we better get you diapered before you leave something worse for them. Really, you are the age of a woman, but really you seem more like a little girl. We will need to test you to see."

She cried louder at that comment. What did it even mean, 'seem like girl?" Was that something she could be designated? What were the tests? She dreaded to find out what restrictions they could put on her. It was all so fast. It had only been a few hours, she knew, and she had gone from a wealthy, successful capitalist, feared and respected, master of her world, to a little girl, being lead sobbing through a mall with a spanked red bottom on display and wet pants dribbling, to be diapered in this strange world she didn't understand at all. Why had she taken that bet?

-next part up soon. Future sections will likely include (spoiler alert) a lot of embarrassment, messy diapers, spankings, etc. and some cuter abdl moments

Comments or critiques appreciated

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 4, 2018 at 12:06 AM
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kerry said:

Why would *anyone* take that bet? But she did, and you have the start of a really interesting tale.

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Pride. He was playing off her personality, and knew she would never admit she could fail. She even acknowledges she shouldn't let him have a blank slate, but backing out of it was worse for her. Even the genie bragging about being a 'genius' and his own hard work made her want to prove it all the more. Basically, the genie, being magic and apparently a 'genius', knew her well and how to manipulate her.
Also, thanks for saying so

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jul 1, 2018 at 5:10 AM
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pgfdp said:

I really like this story, I can’t wait for the next part!

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thanks! Its up now

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boredofwheelchair said:

I like the idea and premise of the story so far, I hope we have more to come

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thanks!
And yes I like the premise too- I think 'alternate worlds" are under used in these stories

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thank you! More is up!

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thanks a lot, I'm glad you like it. And very flattering, thank you.

Also, sorry about the late replies to everyone, I didn't see the messages until now

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Part 2:

Jesicca was dragged through the mall with her red bottom on display and her wet pants handing sadly around her thighs, dripping like the tears from her eyes. She stumbled and waddled as the wet waist band clung to her thighs. The man didn't seem to care that she struggled, he kept pulling her up flights of stairs and through hallways.

"What... are we... going?" she asked.

He sighed. "That sentence didn't need "what", girl. Is your grammar bad too? It should be where."

"Where are we going?" she growled. It took a lot to summon the strength to be angry in her current state. People were watching at her, some snickering or laughing, but none stepping to intervene or seeming it amiss. She tried to ignore parents pointing her out to their kids, as if telling them to avoid her example.

"Watch your tone. Crying and shouting in a mall? No control of emotions either, it seems. I'm taking to the first place I can get you protection from your own weak bladder, then to someone who can look up your name determine where you belong."

'Belong?' What could that mean, she wondered in fright. Some kind of boarding school? A prison for the un-potty trained? Was she to be put ins some kind of nursery or adoption agency for grown women who needed to be treated like babies? She shuddered, wondering what would happen if they looked her up and realize she legally didn't exist in this world before she could find a way to fake a past. No education, no family... this wasn't looking good. "I don't belong anywhere! Please, I'm sorry I got angry. I won't do it again! I just want to go!"

He yanked her forward and smacked her hard on the bottom, making her yelp. "You calm down. You're not going to convince me not to do my job by crying like a little girl."

After being frog marched through what seemed like endless hallways and past countless humiliating stares, they finally stopped. She blinked away tears to see herself standing in front of a help desk. A short dark haired woman looked at her with wide eyes.

"What do we have here?" she said. "Another one? She's a bit older then most of them."

"My name is Jess..."

"Quiet," the guard said. "Yes. Apparently she tried to get around without her legally required incontinence protection. I'm not sure what level she's at, but she didn't have her toilet training certificate, and she had an accident in the hallway. She'll need to be diapered before I can take her further."

"NO! But...t he only reason I did that... OW!" She was cut off by another hard spank.

"Still requires corporal punishment I see," the woman said.

"Yes, among other things. No paperwork that shows she past spankings, able to go around without a caretaker, nothing. I'm guessing she was never tested or failed them, then was embarrassed and tried to hide it."

"Have you noticed any other signs of failed tests?"

"Yes. She has no emotional control, crying and screaming on a whim. She seems to have trouble with language. She has poor coordination, and stumbled most of the way here. FInally, she doesn't listen to instructions, and either doesn't know or understand, or refuses to acknowledge, the law."

The woman shook her head. "Sad, at her age most have graduated all levels of training."

"I imagine she failed the tests, but that will have to be determined at the police station."

Jessica's eyes went wider then she thought possible. 'Police station?" The previous conversation was horrfrying and hummiliaitng, but she held her toung. That, however, was too frightening a concept. "NO! Please! Don't get the police invovled! I'll listen!"

"Add to that list a clear fear of the police. She is obviously hiding something," the guard said. "FIrst thing first, she needs her diaper. Then we can go."

The woman nodded as if this was the most common request. "Alright. ANy idea what stage she's at?"

The guard nudged her. "Care to speak up?"

"What?"

"WHat stage?"

"I..." she had no idea what to say.

THe guard sighed. "Lets give her the benefit of the doubt. All whites, but make sure they are plastic and thick enough.

"I think so too." The woman reached behind the counter. She deposited a pile of plastic and cloth objects on the counter and began to shuffled through them. Jessica gasped when she realized what they were. Piles of diapers, in differnt sizes, with different prints, and in different materials laid out before her. Finally she settled on one. It was white- Jessica was thankful it didn't ahve some of the babish prints she had seen- but wide, and crinkled with thick plastic.

The guard looked at her. "Come on, up on the counter. Lets get you diapered."

"What? But..."

"Can you put it on yourself?"

"No! I can't put a diaper on!"

The guard shrugged his shoulders. "Alright then." To her shock, he picked her up easily by the waist and deposited her on the counter.

"No no no!" she said, but was ignored as he held her down and spread powder. He held her over the back end of the padding and folded the rest over her, then taped her in snugly with a practiced expertise.

"You're far from the first rule breaker I've dealt with. Plenty of people who failed the tests try to sneak around and get caught like you. However, I'd have hoped someone your age would at least have been able to diaper themselves. I'll have to make a note of this."

"No... I..." Jessica was too much in shock to respond. She stared at the humiliating white plastic taped securely around her waist. How had she ended here, dressed like an infant, in nothing but a shirt and a diaper? Imagine if someone saw! She looked around. People did see, and though some snickered none seemed to mind that the girl who had wet herself and cried her way through the mall was now diapered. She winced inwardly, and felt anger growing. How dare they think of her like that? Despite all the warnings her mind was giving her, her pride could not take it, and she reached toward the tapes to pull them off.

"NO! Bad girl!" The guard said. He turned her over the counter and spanked her again, this time letting out a loud, plastic twack from the diaper that attracted way to much attention to Jessica's humiliating situation for her to handle.

"NO! Let me go!" She wailed, and began kicking at the guard and squirming.

"You naughty little..." the guard said. He ignored her kicks and held her legs in easily, then begain spanking again.

The pain was too much. She had already been spanked earlier, and her still sore bottom ached from each blow even under the thick plastic. She was soon crying again, louder then before. She looked around again. No one was coming to her aid, she couldn't get herself up, and the noise only served to get more people to stare at her.

"Alright," she said. "I'm sorry. Please sir, stop spanking me. I'll be good."

He slowed. "Alright then. Funny, so polite now." He turned her over and sat her on the counter. "Now, I'm going to take you to the police station so they can sort you out. Until then, you'll be wearing that diaper and doing exactly what I tell you, understood?"

"Yes sir," she sniffled. The pain of getting spanked again had become worse then the embarrassment of what she wore, and she knew the situation was hopeless as it was.

"Good. I'm afraid I'm going to have to add your anger outbursts and your inability to diaper yourself to your profile. Hopefully you'll do better in the future."

"But... but" she said through tears. "Its not that I CAN'T put it on, I just didn't want to wear it."

He shook his head. "Even if I was inclined to believe that, it would just be further proof of your inability to determine how you should be dressed. As far as I can tell, you need someone to dress and diaper you either way."

"But I... but I..."

He sighed. "Alright, I'll give you a chance. If I take that off and you can't put it back on perfectly, then I'll add lying about that to the list of things you've done. Have you ever, in your entire life, successfully diapered yourself?"

"Well no..." it was an absurd question.

"Good, doesn't being honest feel nice." He padded her head. She began to swat at his hand, then thought better of it.

She was lead through the mall once more, this time being lead by the hand, wearing only a diaper, shirt, and shoes, and holding soaking wet pants in her other hands. She did her best to be calm and attract as little attention as possible. She pouted- she had thought the first time through was embaressing, this was far worse.

Finally they left the mall and the guard ushered her into the back seat of a black vehicle painted with a badge. He buckled her up, and began to drive away.

Jessica stared forward and moved as little as possible. She thought for a bit that watching the city around her might give her a better idea of what was going on, but the thought of attracting more attention to herself seemed horrifying. She didn't even want to risk meeting someone else's eyes while hers were still red from tears, and any challenge could be dismissed by looking down at her still visible underwear.

Except... would anyone see that amiss? She had seen other adults dressed the same way. The guard and the worker both had commented that she was too old for it, but by how much? She had to find out what was going on before she decided on a response.

She felt the car stop. The guard got out, walked around, opened her door, undid her seat belt and helped her out by the hand. She kept her eyes on the ground as he lead her by the hand, too afraid to look up. They entered a building and approached a desk, she assumed it was at the police station.

There was a pair of men in front of her. Looking closely, Jessica recognized the couple from earlier at the coffee shop. The smaller of the two, the brunette, was sobbing, the larger held him tightly to his chest and was stroking his curly hair. They turned slightly, and Jessica realized that the brunette wasn't wearing any pants, and had an ill fitting diaper visible to the world.

"And this isn't the first time its happened recently?"

"No," the larger said quietly. "I let it slide the first few times... I didn't want to embarrass him."

"I see," a woman said calmly. Jessica saw that it was an elderly woman, slightly plump and wearing reading glasses. "And he was too afraid to take care of it himself? And forgot to bring his own replacement diaper?"

"Yes. I had to help him."

"Alright. Then I'm sorry, we will have to set you back."

The brunette shouted out. "NO! Please no! I worked so hard!"

"I know," the woman said soothingly. "But you know the rules. We can't have someone going around risking the health of those around him."

"But... but..." he said. His boyfriend shushed him and hugged him.

"Given the two issues here- continence level and ability to take care of yourself, you'll have to go back in both. We can provide the first set, but will have to see him dressed properly before he leaves. Give me a moment."

She went behind a door, then returned with a package of diapers. They were thicker then the one's Jessica was wearing, and had colorful prints on the front. The smaller man grasped at the larger and watched sadly as they were handed over.

The woman looked at him in pity. "Well... your boyfriend there..." She looked at the larger. "Are you fully trained? And have your caretaking licence?"

"Yes," he nodded.

"What if I assign him as your official caretaker? Would that make it better? You won't have to go back to your parents or have a caretaker assigned, he could do the changing."

"Would that be ok?" he asked, trembling, to both of them.

"Yes," the larger responded. He held him tightly. "Look, you're not going back that far! And this won't even effect anything else. You're still ahead in academics, social skills, employment ability... this is just one, and its not even that bad. You're only one step back in self changing, ok?"

"Uh huh," the brunette nodded sadly.

"Ummm... one other thing," the woman said. "He has been crying a lot? And he's been relying on you to speak?"

"Ohhh..." the smaller whined.

The larger nodded. "Yes."

The woman shook her head and handed over an object. The larger of the two took it and put it in the smaller's mouth. He turned his head toward Jessica, and she gasped as she recognized a black pacifier in his mouth. They stared a moment, his sad eyes meeting her shocked one. As she watched, he got handed a teddy bear, Jessica didn't see from where, and began to cuddle it. Then his boyfriend grabbed his hand and began to lead him away and he followed obediently, as if trained to accept that he could simply be put in another's charge. They maintained eye contact until he was gone.

She began to tremble. She had seen the small brown haired man, almost her own age, be put in the the care of another, get handed a package of childishly printed diapers to be dressed in, and get a pacifier put in his mouth. What could happen to her?

She shook his head. The 'man' had messed himself in public. A boy really, she told herself. HE was also unable to change himself, apparently broke the law, and had been crying like a child...

Except... so had she. She had wet anyway, and the guard seemed to made the same judgement on her that had been passed on the boy. That was different though, she told herself. She had peed, but not the other, and that was only because of the spanking. She also didn't know the laws. In the end it was mainly the guard's mistake, she told herself.

"What his this girl here for?" a woman's voice act. Jessica looked up and saw an elderly woman, a bit plump and with glasses, looking at her. The question, however, was directed at the guard.

Jessica tried to speak anyway. "This is all a mistake..."

She was silenced by a spank and a shushing from the guard.

"Aside from speaking out of turn, that is," the woman said.

"This girl was caught demanding entrance to a bathroom with proper approval. After that, she..."

Jessica tried to drown out the sound as he listed her humiliating ordeal. The initial argument, getting bare bottom spanked, wetting, getting diapered, all the ways the guard had judged her that she had been unable to respond to, all the embarrassing charges.

"Alright, thank you very much sir," the woman said. "Now girl, what is your name?"

"Jessica," she said without looking up.

"Now now child, you should look at people when you speak. Were you not taught that either? Its part of proper conversation lessons, and one of the ways you earn the right to speak freely."

"I... ok" Jessica said and looked up.

"Good girl. What is your name?"

"Jessica Martinez," she said.

"Alright," she began typing something in. "My name is Denise, and you can call me Ms. Erickson or ma'am. And apparently you don't have any licenses? It seems among other things you weren't wearing required underwear, you wet yourself and caused a mess, cried in public, were unable to diaper yourself, and kicked the guard when he tried?"

"No... but... I've been taught all that! I don't need diapers, or spankings or... pacifiers or anything," she said.

"Hmmm," Denise said. "Funny, no one mentioned pacifiers with you yet, though your emotional outbursts might call for it. Not minding your own business, are you?"

Jessica mentally kicked herself.

"You don't have a file anywhere. Why is that?"

"I was... home schooled. My parents were secretive." It was the best lie Jessica could come up with.

"I see. And you wet yourself in the mall and started crying and screaming?"

"Yes but... thats not my fault! Listen, I..." Jessica breathed. This was fine. She just needed to remain calm and explain herself. "I didn't know the rules of this place, and had drank coffee earlier. I needed to go, but didn't realize that I couldn't use the bathroom. I don't have the certification, and there was a lot of confusion as I tried to explain that, as I didn't know what was going on and the women in the store wouldn't listen. Then he started spanking me, and wouldn't listen as I asked ot go. I was just shocked by it, and already had to go. I don't normally have accidents like that, but it was too much. I also don't normally cry either, but it was a lot at once, very painful and embarrassing. Then we got to the other desk and the woman there just believed everything he said. I know I kicked him, I'm sorry, I was just shocked at what was happening. I know I can't diaper myself, but I've never had to. Please, you have to understand, I..." Jessica stopped when she saw the woman looking at her in disapointment. "What?"

"Shall I summarize?" she said. "You acknowledge you wet yourself, cried, kicked a guard, and couldn't take care of yourself. However, it is somehow the store clerk's fault, the guard's fault, the mall supervisor's fault, the law's fault, the fault of all the random people you passed who didn't interfere with the legal actions of the guard, everyone's fault buy your own? Not good at taking responsibility, are you? Oh, and it seems you are the one who stole coffee earlier today, aren't you?"

"I...." Jessica was speechless.

"Did you steal that coffee?"

"Well yes, but..."

Denise shook her head. "But what? Was it the the server's fault?"

"No..."

"Good girl. It was your fault. Now, about what will happen to you..."

"PLEASE! I'm not a baby! I don't need baby diapers! I don't know what all these tests are!"

"More emotional outbursts and you'll probably see yourself with a pacifier in your mouth like that other boy."

Jessica swallowed her next complaint.

"Good. Maybe you should follow his example- he at least didn't argue and fight as much. Some people simply are immature, you can at least be a good girl like he was a good boy. One more and I'll get that pacifier. Now, as for yourn questions. Don't worry, you aren't in baby diapers, and are unlikely to be put in them."

"What? What do you mean?" Jessica said.

The woman stared at her. Then, quietly, she went under the desk and got out a box. "This is our demonstration set. I don't normally have to show it to people your age as they've gone through them all."

She took out a diaper. It was small, thick, plastic, and printed all over with infantile designs, and had the word 'baby' across the front. It was what Jessica would have recognized, a diaper made for a baby. "This is a baby diaper," the woman said, then moved on. She lay out a line of diapers in increasing size. As she progressed, they got thinner and thinner, and became less plastic and more papery. At the same time, the prints got less and childish and smaller, until one had a simple panel with cartoons- this seemed to be what the brunette man had received, though smaller- and finally sets of plain white ones. "These are the stages of diapers most people go through by your age. Each design represents what is expected of the wearer. The thicker, the less they are expected to notice they need to be changed, with the thinnest assuming you will instantly notice. Going from plastic to paper means the wearer will only wet to simply urinary, but can be expected to use the bathroom otherwise. Finally, the amount of prints represent to what extent the wearer can change themselves or request changes from their caretakers. After that, you get a year in pull ups" she took out one "which can be whatever color or design you wish, and if you don't have accidents for a year then you have passed all the tests. Most people are finished with these all and into pull ups by their early to mid twenties, then done a year later. Some are earlier, others go later. For someone your age to still require diapers... its odd, but not unheard of. Now," she took out more and laid them all out. They matched the other's perfectly, but were all sized for an adult. "Some people fail their tests, or need to backtrack, and end up requiring these later. Its embarrassing for them, but it happens. However, I have never seen a grown adult who needed the full baby diapers- meaning complete incontinence, complete inability to self care, and inability to even judge their own wetness, requiring full time care as if they are a baby. The few times it has happened... usually that means the person simply will not get out of them. I'd say it is a very small chance that would happen to you, and would require a complete failure of all the tests."

Jessica stared. "I..." How far had the genie gone? How much would she be tested on? "How do I take these tests?"

The woman took out a pamphlet and handed it to her. It described a school, and gave descriptions of lessons.

"You should know this. If you had gone through regular school, you'd have been trained, then tested, in all levels of life before graduation."

"How old are people when they graduate?"

SHe shrugged. "It depends. Full time in the school varies from 15-25 years, with outliers on both sides."

Jessica flipped through the pamphlet. She wasn't joking, it really did have all levels of life. It mentioned tests on not only academics and diapering, but walking, dressing yourself, feeding yourself, and more. She noticed a part on tests for speaking ability and emotional control, along with a picture of people throwing pacifiers into the air, and a line of them getting more and more childish as the grades went back. The woman was also serious about the length, there seemed to be no clear grades, with people of varying ages mixed into classes, and people with differing abilities. IN one picture, a thickly diapered woman in a onesie and sucking a pacifier sat in a class for advanced math. IN another, a man in thinner underwear was learning basic spelling. More pictures had people in a variety of outfits, but all the same age, sitting together in a gym, with a man briefing a training exercise on a board as a caretaker checked his diaper.

She tried to calm herself. She could be here for 25 years. No, she told herself. She already had her education, and knew these skills. She could get through.

Jessica was broken out of her train of thought by a question. "What exactly did your education at home consist of?"

"Uhh... academics. Reading, writing, math, history. I already knew all the other stuff."

"I see. I'm sure you did," the woman rolled her eyes.

"Hey! Don't get sarcastic with me."

Denise sighed and handed the guard a pacifier, who put it in Jessica's mouth. Jessica was too stunned by the action to respond at first, and realized taking it out would simply result in more spankings.

"I warned you about the emotional outbursts. See that it stays in or I'll get some straps- one to hold it in place, the other for your backside. Now, you're in luck. It just so happens that our psychologist, Dr. Jeffreson, is in today. He'll be able to decide what to do with you. Go to that desk and sign in, then wait," she pointed down the hall at yet another desk where a man sat patiently. Jessica grew irritated, she had lost track of how many petty functionaries at desks had controlled her life today. She was a business OWNER, she should have to respond to this sort of thing. However, she didn't want to risk the guard's stern hand again, and let herself be lead.

As they went down, she saw the door to a bathroom open. Out came the man she had seen earlier. He looked in patiently and with pity, and slowly lead the brunette out. Like Jessica, he was trembling in embarrassment, now in printed diapers openly visible beneath his shirt, sucking a pacifier and cuddling a teddy bear as he was lead. Their eyes met, and she saw that he noticed she now had a pacifier in her mouth as well. They shared a glance of mutual pity, and passed.

They reached the desk, and the guard signed her name for her, directed her to a chair, and left. She tried to avoid attention to her current humiliating state and attire. A moment later, another officer in a uniform took her by the hand, and lead her to another door.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jul 2, 2018 at 10:20 PM
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littleBabyJojo said:

This story is getting better and better. Can't wait for next part!

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thanks! It will come soon

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Oct 15, 2018 at 5:37 AM
Content: Part 3:

Jessica tried to get as small as possible in her seat. She kept her head down and tried not to make eye contact with any of the others passing by her in the station. Most were criminals of some kind, going to be interviewed by officers, while others were there to pick up relatives from cells. They were all losers, she told herself, thieves, law breakers, drunks... And yet sitting with a pacifier in her mouth, in a diaper, and soaking wet pants on the chair beside her proving her clothes wasn't a mistake, she didn't feel like she could look down on them.

Someone called her name and she got up. She cringed as the crinkling of her diaper attracted even more unwanted stares. She closed her eyes and began walking toward an open door where a woman in a uniform stood with her arms folded. Each step brought more noise and more stares. She told herself it wasn't that loud at all, but it sounded like thunder in her ears. She finally reached the woman.

"You left something," the woman said.

"What?" she asked.

The woman pointed back to the chairs. "You left your soaked pants back on the chair. We don't want to do your laundry. Go get them." Jessica felt a sharp smack on her behind, and the plastic crack echoed in the room.

She sighed. There went any hopes of privacy. Now all eyes were on here as walked back to the chair, grabbed her pants, and walked back as quickly as possible. A young man and woman giggled, and she glared at them, but that only made them laugh louder.

She reached the officer, who grabbed her wrist and took her through a doorway and down a long white tiled hallway.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked while trying her best to keep up with the taller woman.

"I am taking you to see a specialist. Depending on how this goes, you may end up being adopted tonight. Odds are it will be him or someone he knows."

Jessica gasped and tried to pull back. "What? NO! You can't do that."

"Better then jail."

Jessica tsked. "But what about that other guy? He had the same problem but was let go. Why can't I be? Don't I get a lawyer?"

The woman rounded on her and put a finger under her nose. "He made a mistake, but was within the law and reported it. Furthermore, he has already proven himself in all other areas- academics, athletics, and professional working, while you have no record of either. Finally, he is living with a fully qualified caretaker, who happened to be his fiance. Do you have anyone who can take you?"

"I... no."

"Good. Now as for that silliness about a lawyer, you are not currently being charged. Consider yourself lucky. We are chalking your mistakes up to a lack of understanding rather then criminality, which is common for this type of issue. We have no record of you, which means we have no record of a warning given or proof you knew the rules. You get a lawyer if you are being charged. Do you want to go down that route? I can assure you going through the trial system in diapers won't be fun."

Jessica stared blankly.

"Well?"

She looked down. "No, I'll see the specialist."

"Good, he is through here."

She knocked on a door, and a tall man with short graying brown hair, glasses and a suit came out. Jessica thought he was the spitting image of a stereotypical professor, down to the tweed on his jacket.

"Dr. Jeffreyson?"

"Yes, is this the girl?"

"Hello," Jessica said shyly.

The officer nudged her. "Its 'hello DOCTOR" or "SIR." Now stand up straight and shake his hand. Have you not learned basic manners yet?"

"But I didn't know who he was!"

"He is someone who doesn't need their diapers changed by others because of immaturity. That makes him a sir to you, and I told you his name anyway."

"Now now officer, its alright. Here, let the girl in with me, I'll take it from here. Thank you for your help." he took her by the hand.

"Alright. Thank you, Doctor. And Jessica? THAT is how you be polite. Hopefully you'll learn it well."

Dr. Jeffreyson watched the officer walk away until she was out of earshot, then he sighed. "I'm sorry, they can be a bit rough here. Leave those on the hanger outside the door, they shouldn't have made you carry them around. We can replace them later if need be."

Jessica spotted a coat hanger beside the door and put her pants on them.

"Good. Now come inside," he said.

The room inside was a small office space with a large wooden desk, a sink and a second wooden door. "They were nice enough to give us this space. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and we are going to decide what to do with you. Please, sit down," he said, pointing to a chair.

She sat down. "Do you have anything I can wear? To cover the uh..." she stopped.

"To cover the diaper? Because you are cold or embarrassed?"

Jessica blushed, and he nodded.

"You know we are the only ones in here, and I've already seen it?"

"I know," she said quietly.

He nodded again. "Alright. I didn't bring a change of pants, but here." He handed her his coat, and she folded it on her lap.

"Thank you," she said.

"Now lets go through your file, or lack there of. We don't have any record of your education, employment or even birth. What can you tell me?"

Jessica thought. She couldn't tell him she came from another world through a mistaken genie wish, that wouldn't help her situation at all. "I was home schooled," she said.

"I see. And where are your parents now?"

"Gone," she said.

"So you were abandoned," he said, and wrote something down. "Can you give me anything that would help me find them?"

"No..."

The interview and testing went on for some time. Jessica did her best to explain the situation without starting a manhunt for her none-existent family, and he came to the conclusion that she'd been involved in an enclosed family that had moved and left her behind, but had severely neglected portions of her education. He told her he thought what was happening was a very bad idea, but not technically illegal, and there wouldn't be a record of her birth or education if her family deemed not to report it. Jessica accepted that as the best possible response. He also asked about her body and performed some physical tests, which convinced him she wasn't physically incontinent, but that her issues came from behavior. She was unsure if she was happy about that.

"So," he said, "My job isn't to question the ethics of your upbringing. Coming down to the issue: what do you know? What qualifications did you get, if any? What did they teach you and what did they miss, aside from the obvious gaps." He pointed at her waist with his pen.

"I uhhh..." she realized pushing the final issue was pointless. "I was an expert in multiple finance systems, banking, investments, and portfolios, as well as the computers that used them. That was supposed to be my career." She said proudly.

He laughed. "Probably not the best one to follow."

"What!?" Her eyes went wide. She knew this was a different world, but surely that must be worth something.

"Well, you can, but a lot of the real work there has already been automated via computers. You'll find a lot of low paying positions. You'd be better with, say, education in English or psychology."

So this world really is different, she thought.

"I also learned math, history, reading, writing, and some gym classes."

"So basic academics."

"Yes."

He paused.

"What is two plus two?"

"Uhh, four."

He nodded. "Four plus five?"

"Nine! Is this necessary?"

"How long did you learn academics for?"

"12 years."

"Did you ever compete in athletics?"

"No..." she had tried a few sports, mainly cheer leading and track, but never competed at any high level.

He shook his head. "Basic academics consists of 14 years, and a qualification in academics required competition. I'm afraid you don't have anything."

"But... what!? But that can't be true! I'm an adult! I worked for years! I... I..."

He waved a hand to calm her protests. "Its alright, we know it isn't your fault."

She looked into his eyes, and felt tears in her own. He was the first person to be kind to her since arriving. Part of her rebuked that, telling herself that she had never needed another's help before, but right now she felt more venerable then ever. "Please help me," she said.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded.

"Alright. That settles it. We will help you out. But right now there is one more test you need to take."

"What?" she asked.

"Currently you have only wet yourself. You have yet to demonstrate whether you require diapers for anything else."

Jessica felt her hair stand up. "What?"

"I need to see you demonstrate that you know how to use a toilet for defecation and clean yourself, or you will be listed as diaper and caretaker dependent for that. Do you need to go?"

"I..." now that she thought of it, she hand't gone all day. She was nervous about this direction, though. "I... I don't think so."

"Alright," he said. "We can perform that test later at home."

"At home?" she asked.

"Yes. You will be coming home with me tonight. I will need to monitor you for a while to decide what the best course of action is."

"But... I mean... you're a stranger."

He sighed. "Do you have anywhere else to go?"

She considered lying, but knew he would find out. "No," she said.

"Do you want to go back to living on the street, without even a change of clothes or diapers?" he asked.

"No."

"Then come on. I'm a professional, and this is part of the reason I came here. Besides, I have someone else about your level. You might bond on that."

Jessica followed him back through the station. She asked for her pants back, but he threw them out, explaining they were ruined and probably wouldn't fit over her diapers, then offered to replace them later. He gave her a blanket to wrap around herself instead. He signed some paperwork, and gave her pages to sign, then lead her to a car and drove her out of the downtown and into a suburb. He seemed to live far from the city, and the drive was taking a while.

Her stomach grumbled.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Not really," she said.

"Hmmm I thought you said you didn't need to go."

She didn't respond.

He pulled up to a long, shingle home with a large front balcony and chimney's at both end. He parked in a separate garage then took her to a giant double door with windows lined on either side.

"You live here?" she asked.

"Yes," he laughed. "I do well in my trade. Its ok, don't be afraid or anything."

She thought about what he said. She realized to most people, this would seem like an extravagant mansion, and he probably thought she was awed. She thought back to her place back in the other world, and held her tongue.

When they got inside they were greeted by a middle aged, red haired woman and a young brown haired girl, who Jessica guessed was a teenager.

"Hi daddy!" the girl said, and jumped to hug him.

"Hello Marianne!" he picked her up. The other woman, who Jessica assumed was his wife, came in and kissed him.

"Is this the girl?" she asked.

"Yes dear, this is Jessica," he turned to face the young girl he was carrying. "See sweetheart? This is Jessica. She's going to be in a higher grade for academics, but she's in the same grade as you for other stuff, so maybe you can help each other out."

"Hi!" she said.

Jessica's eyes went wide. "Wait... the same grade as her? But she's a kid!"

"Yes well, Marianne is moving up quickly in her manners. We are very proud."

She beamed at the praise, and asked to be let down.

"No, I mean... I can't be that..." Jessica was going to say 'far behind" when Marianne hugged her around the waist and said 'hello.' The surprise and force knocked her back a bit, and she heard a loud sound in the back of her diaper.

"Eeep!" she said.

"Ewww stinky. Did you mess yourself?" Marianne waved a hand in front of her nose.

Jessica blushed. "Don't say that!"

The doctor folded his arms. "Jessica. Did you mess yourself?"

She hated how serious he sounded, as if she actually might have. "I... I don't..."

He sighed grabbed her wrist. "You don't know," he answered for her, and turned her around, undid the towel around her waist, and pulled open the back of her diaper. She realized he was checking her.

"Hey!" she protested half halfheartedly.

"No, she's clean. Either way though, I think if we keep her in this diaper she might have an accident soon. Honey, why don't you go prepare the table while I help Jessica to use the toilet? She still needs to be tested for that."

"Alright dear. Good luck!" she smiled and waved at Jessica as she said it.

Once again Jessica was lead by her wrist while wearing only a t shirt and a diaper, but this time, her journey ended in a bathroom. It was big but cozy and had, she noted, a disturbingly large changing table, stacked with diapers of different sizes.

"Now, you said earlier you didn't need to go, but it is clear you were mistaken."

"No! I wasn't..." she realized "I was lying" wasn't a good explanation either.

He waved her silent anyway. "I know its not your fault, I'm not angry. I do, however, need to see if you can do this. Now, do you think you need to use the bathroom?"

"Yes," she said.

"Then do it," he waved at the toilet, then remained standing in front of her.

"Ummmm..." she said. She was getting desperate.

"Yes?"

"I need privacy."

"Why? I've done this thousands of times with different testers."

Jessica was stumped. She realized in this world, where adults regularly get their diapers changed, get potty trained, or need help getting dressed, they would have completely different standards of modesty. Still, the idea of her, Jessica Mellingham, stripping and... she couldn't even think it... while someone watched!? Inconceivable. It was mortifying, and she remained frozen.

"Well? Do you know how?"

"I can't," she said.

"That's fine sweetie, though I wish you had told me," he walked over to her, and before she could react, he pulled down her diaper.

"No, I mean... OW!"

She was interrupted by a hard smack on her bottom.

"That was a warning for lying, and for trying to hide the fact you didn't know how by saying you needed privacy. Next time, you will get a much harder spanking and a mouth soaping. Now, like this." He opened the seat of the toilet, picked her up slightly, and sat her down.

He resumed his position directly in front of her.

"Are you going to watch?" she asked.

"Yes. I still need to see if you have this part right, and if you can clean yourself," he said. He then seemed to think of something. "Are you going to lie to me again about needing privacy? Because that will just confirm you don't know how, and earn yourself a real spanking."

She could barely breath. Her stomach was turning, and she felt the weight inside her, but she couldn't make herself do it. What would he say? Would she fail? Could she do it with him watching? She looked into her eyes, which shows no surprise at the idea that she might actually not know how to use a toilet, or that she might be expected to prove it to a near complete stranger. Even if he was a 'professional," she thought. However, the idea was terrifying.

"I can't," she said.

He nodded. "That's ok," he said. "That is why we test."

She tried to argue that it wasn't that she didn't know how, but couldn't in front of him, but realized it would only get her spanked. She didn't want to do THAT again.

He continued. "Supper won't be ready for a while. You are there, we might as well wait until it happens. It'll just take a bit of patience, you'll see." He sat on the bathtub side in front of her.

Her stomach grumbled. She tried to look anywhere but at him, and tried to think of a way out. The door was wide open, and anyone passing by could see. She knew if she brought that up, it wouldn't mean anything to him. She cringed. She couldn't hold it much longer.

Finally, will a loud, embarrassing brappt, she released it.

He waited a moment, then stood up. "Good girl!" he said. "I told you you just needed to wait. Now, do you know how to wipe, or should !?" I reached toward her.

"Wait! I can do it!"

He sat back down to watch.

Jessica grabbed some toilet paper and began cleaning. He was still watching her, and the feeling of his eyes made her cringe. She went quickly, trying to get out of the situation as soon as possible.

"There! See! I can do that."

"Hmm, really. Stand up," he ordered, and she began to obey.

"What? Why..." What could possibly... "EEEP!"

She felt him drag a wet wipe between her cheeks.

He tisked. "Not quite sweetie. I'm sorry. Bend over the table."

"No please I can do it!" she begged.

"No! I can do it!" she said. She reached and tried to take the wipes from his hand.

"HEy!" he said. "Now. Last warning," he said. "One more lie like that, and you'll be over my lap for an hour. Now, tell me the truth. Do you normally clean your own messy diapers?"

"No," she said mournfully. Technically it was true, as she didn't normally wear diapers. However, she said it more to get out of trouble then anything else.

He ruffled her hair. She noticed he was treating her as if she was younger and younger, but was afraid to protest. "Good girl. I figured as much, but it is better then lying. Stand up! Good, now be a good girl, bend over, and let me help you." He then took out a box of wipes and began cleaning her.

Jessica had to fight back tears. This was by far the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her. She cringed at each feel of the wipes, and at the knowledge he fully believed she needed his help, that no argument would change his mind. He had an entire day of evidence against her.

While she remained bent over, she saw something move in front of the door. It was Marianne, watching curiously.

"Why are you doing that? I thought you said she was the same level as me," Marianne said.

"Well I thought so too, but it seems she doesn't quite know how to change her messy diapers yet. She will still need help, and a different kind of diaper."

"What!?" Jessica said.

"Quite, its ok," he reached into the changing table, got something out, and put it in her mouth. It was a pacifier, and it filled her mouth completely. heremembered it was for people who couldn't control their emotions yet... and, essentially, to keep some quiet while the grown ups talked. Out of the three, including someone far younger then she, Jessica was considered the least mature, and had the diapers to prove it. She realized he was about to be put in diapers to specifically mark her status, and dreaded to see what they looked like.

Dr. Jeffreyson picked her up and lay her on the changing table. Seeing her looking disappointed in herself, he reached under the table and took out a soft doll, which he handed to Jessica. She took it, and realized that probably meant she failed another test. The doctor spread powder over hear, then opened another shelf and took something out.

She moaned audibly. The diaper he held was far thicker then the one she had before, and covered with an all over print of cartoonish animals.

He smiled. "Sorry. Wetting and inability to change that got you the first diaper, not knowing when you need to mess, how to use the toilet, or how to clean that up got you this one."

She glared, and he laughed as the look she was used to frightening subordinates with fell apart behind a giant, childish pacifier.

"Don't worry. Four tapes, see? Not two. That means it isn't a baby diaper. Marianne's in only a bit ahead in partially printed, so not that far to catch up!"

Great, so behind the kid. That did little to lighten her mood. There was at least on other level to sink too, it seemed. He diapered her then lead her down the stairs. She knew she made quite the sight with her t shirt, colorful diaper, pacifier and doll.

She wasn't even surprised when she arrived in the kitchen to see dual high chairs, with Marianne's mother just finishing setting up one sized for Jessica.She let herself be put into it and fed by the doctor, while his wife- she still had to learn her name- fed Marianne. She didn't taste the food, and didn't bother to see what it was. It was humiliating to think that she was being treated as the same maturity level as someone years younger, and that was a step up from before.

Defeated, she kept eating.

"So, tommorrow, Jessica will be going to school with you Marianne, though she'll be in a higher grade."

Jessica perked up. School? She had forgotten that.

"Which grade?" she asked.

"Hush, Jessica, grown ups were talking. Remember your pacifier? No talking while eating either."

Jessica blushed.

"Which grade?" Marianne asked.

The doctor smiled and shook his head. "Alright," he said, and realizing he was asking for Jessica, turned to her. "Since you said you completed 12 years of academics, you'll be taking grade 13, generally for people aged 20-22, but not strictly."

She was happy at the last part. "Not strictly" meant there might be people her own age. She remembered reading about the academic parts of the schools in the brochure and it seemed the years for the grades were less strict here, and passing was more on ability then time in.

He shook his head, sensing what she thought. "You'll still be the oldest I'm afraid, but hey, maybe that will give you an advantage. Only a little bit more, and you can successfully graduate. Won't that be nice?"

Jessica almost laughed out loud. She only had to succeed in one thing. School could be that one thing. A year or two for the full academic courses might be a long time, but then there was always sports, or a summer job... It was much lower then the business success she anticipated on her arrival, but it was still success and would get her permanently, and properly, out of diapers. She could put up with it for a while.

She gloated to herself. All she had to do was succeed in one thing, and the bet was hers.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Oct 16, 2018 at 1:36 AM
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LilByte said:

I'm not into punishment/embarrassment stories, but your writing is very good, and not a plot I've ever seen before. Can't wait to see if she succeeds.

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thank you! and lol you'll have to wait and see

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jan 11, 2019 at 4:11 AM
Content: Part 4:

School started early the next day. Jessica was waking along a sidewalk holding the doctor's hand while Marianne held the other. Marianne had complained about the him, saying she could make it on their own, but he explained that he needed to speak to the principle about Jessica, and since he wasn't sure yet if Jessica knew how to walk along the sidewalk without holding someone's hand. He said Marianne could just go along with it so she wasn't as embarrassed, as if the explanation wasn't bad enough.

She was wearing what was, essentially, identical to a classic school girl outfit from her own world. She had complained about it, but that was merely interpreted as an inability to dress herself, followed by awkward moment of her being 'helped' into it. Marianne was worse off in a bright yellow romper, but she at least almost seemed the right age for it.

Or was that right? In this world, Jessica wasn't sure.

She noticed a few stares directed at her, and she reached a hand to pull her skirt down lower over her diaper. No, she definitely was the one not dressed as most her age. She almost envied Marianne's romper, as it would at least cover her diaper more, even if the flaps made it clear it was there. As it was, passing people her age and younger, wearing regular suits and dressed as they giggled and pointed at her school clothes and bulging diapers, anything seemed like an improvement.

The doctor was dressed as she would have expected from her world, in a dark suit and red tie. Most of the clothing, at least for those accepted as fully 'adults', was similar to what she was used too, if often a bit brighter or with less modesty, and some different logos. Overall the people seemed far more often, as Jessica had to try not to stare at some of the displays in the stores they passed, or at what people were doing in public.

"See that?" Doctor Jeffreyson said, pointing at a large, three story building on a hill. It was sprawling, with its multiple levels staggered and stepped like a ziggurat, and its walls a mix of brick, cement and massive glass windows. "That's the school for grades one to 14. You'll be on the far right of the building for the older... I mean, for the higher grades. Marianne is closer to the left."

Other students started filling the side walks around them, all heading toward it. Jessica tried to keep her head down. She didn't know which of them would be her classmates and didn't want to attract more attention to her temporary situation then she needed to. Still, some noticed, and stifled giggles.

They past by another building on the way. It was smaller and made out of red brick, with windows facing the side walk. However, it seemed to be part of the same complex, even on the lot.

"What is that?" Jessica asked.

"That is the nursery," Jeffreyson explained. "Its for babies, before they move on to pre school, or if they get bumped back. The pre school is beside it, and next to that is the day care for people who pass the academics but still need to be taken care of during the day."

Jessica noted that, in this case "baby" didn't mean the same she'd expect. Looking at the buildings, she noticed a very organized method- people started in the nursery, and moved in the same direction from then on, to the lower levels of the schools, and out the door at the other end. She even noticed to the downtown core was beyond it in the same direction. The people in each one were close to the same, but with some variance. The nursery had a few people aged slightly older, who already seemed to be a bit embarrassed by their location, the pre school had wider range, and the mixture of uniforms in the school showed more.

Something caught her eye. One of the people in the windows was clearly large then the others. He was sitting in a high chair that faced the road, blushing brightly, and eyes wide and shocked. He had good reason to be blushing- he was wearing a baby blue shirt and a printed diaper, and was being fed by someone who seemed, if anything, younger then he was. He had attracted a crowed of giggling students by the window, and tried to cover himself with a teddy bear but was scolded by the person feeding him.

Jessica had to look, but she was certain it was the boy she had seen the day before. Could it really happen that quickly in this world?

The Doctor noticed her looking. "Ah yes, that is Sebastian. I spoke to him yesterday, before I met you."

"BUt... but I saw him too! He had regular clothes, and they said he didn't have to go back in every way..."

"Yes, I know. They were trying to calm him down. I had noticed some other discrepancies in his files, and it seemed he had fudged a few results to move forward and wasn't actually qualified for the job he had been working. Its still being evaluated exactly where he belongs. In the meantime, we agreed a few days at the very beginning will do him some good. Don't worry, he'll be out once he's learned his lesson and we evaluate him further. He'll be back with his boyfriend Charles tonight, but will have to spend the days here."

Jessica stared at him. He looked out and met her eyes. He noticed her diaper, and Jessica saw his expression change to pleading, and she averted her eyes. She didn't dare to look at where he was- the day care, pre school, or nursery.

They arrived at the school, and Marianne went to her class as Dr. Jeffreyson led Jessica to the office. Most of the school was familiar. The same lockers, halls and desks she had seen in movies, and similar, but not quite the same, as what she had in her private school. Not as good, she told herself, and that means not as difficult. This will be easy as pie.

Suddenly Jessica gagged on an awful smell. She turned to her side to see a covered grey cart being pushed by, with the image of a girl and a boy, both making 'opps' faces and in clearly soiled diapers, on its side.

"Coming through!" the muscular, dark haired girl pushing it said. "Dirty diaper disposal!" She looked at Jessica, then down at her diaper, and chuckled. "It seems you should know that better then me." Jessica wanted to reply, but she was gone. She noticed, to her shame, the lack of bulge in the girls skirt which meant that, at a few year younger then Jessica, she was already much more trusted.

They reached the office, and the doctor had Jessica stand outside as he went in. She busied herself looking at posted bulletins. There were sports teams, debate clubs, academic teams... all she had to do was succeed in one, and she'd be fine. She smiled, and tapped one advertising cheerleader tryouts. She'd be a perfect fit- lean, fit, pretty, and the time on her own schools cheerleader squad followed by years of yoga and gymnastics left her in perfect shape for it. Of course, she'd still pass the academics, she told herself, but there was nothing wrong with hedging her bets. Or... why not really show the genie? Imagine him seeing her, prom queen, straight a student, cheerleader, on the verge of starting her own business.. really bring the point home.

"Jessica," the doctor said, and she jumped and turned around. He standing next to another girl in the same uniform as Jessica. She had short brown hair, wide blue eyes and a thin body. She was a fair shorter then Jessica.

"Its good to see you haven't run off. Good girl! This is Melanie," he said. "She is going to be your caretaker."

"My.. care... taker?" Jessica asked.

"Yep!" she said in a bubbly voice. She reached out a hand to shake, and Jessica took it. "I got my full care taking certificate, and we are in the same classes!"

"So....?" Jessica asked.

She laughed and ruffled Jessica's hair. "So I get to lead you to them so you don't get lost. I'll make sure you only go to the right places and don't get into trouble, and that your adorable diapers stay clean." She pointed down at it. "Well, not STAY clean, but they won't stay dirty for long." She looked at the board Jessica was facing. "Don't worry about those yet, you'll need to concentrate on maturity and academics. 'Sides, most are for more mature girls."

"I don't need a caretaker! Especially not some bubbly young girl! I can do it on my own!"

"Jessica!" The doctor said sternly. "It has been made very clear that you DO need a caretaker. Have you ever changed your own diapers? Have you been in this school before?" Jessica shook her head and looked down. "Good. Learning your place, not arguing, and not lying about your abilities are all areas you need to learn. Everybody gets the same when they first arrive, but most do it in kindergarten. Now, Melanie is only a year younger then you, has completed her maturity classes, has made it into pull ups, and has shown herself to be very responsible. She isn't a girl. Now apologize."

"I..." Jessica wanted to argue, but couldn't think of the words.

Melanie put a hand on her shoulder. "We'll work on apologizing. I know your embarrassed and a bit afraid, but its ok, we'll help you through this. Its not your fault you weren't tested or trained properly. Just listen to me, be a good girl, and we'll be best of friends!" She smiled and winked. "Besides, I can promise you I want spank you TOO hard. Thanks Dr. Jefferson!" She began to lead Jessica away by the hand.

"Wait," Jessica said. She looked back and forth from the doctor to Melanie. "What do you mean? Doctor!" She was ignored, and pulled forward.

The first class she was taken too was a large, white walled room with windows facing a football field. The walls were covered with posters and pictures of military commanders and politicians, so Jessica guessed it was a history class. It full of students, most seeming to be in their early twenties. They all wore either the same dress as Jessica and Melanie or an equivalent with shorts, though none had the telling bulge of Jessica's. A few giggled as they came in, and Melanie glared at them as she let a blushing Jessica to her seat.

Melanie sat beside her and leaned into her ear. "You just sit still and try to pay attention. I convinced them you won't need your paci if you don't talk out of turn. Let me know if you need a diaper change."

Despite her whispering, a few overheard and giggled. Jessica winced at the sound. "What if I just want to go to the bathroom? Do I just ask?"

Melanie waved her hand dismissively. "Don't be silly. You're not allowed in there. You have your diapers for a reason."

Even more heard that, and some openly laughed. Well, her plan of social success was a failure. For now, at least, she told herself. She'd decided not to raise the question again, re-adjusted her skirt to hide her diaper as well as possible, and hoped she wasn't called to the front. Hopefully not many would notice.

An older woman in a long dress came in. "Welcome class, and welcome our new student, Jessica. Jessica, would you care to stand up and introduce yourself?"

Jessica swallowed hard and shook her head. "No, its ok." She said.

"Jessica! Don't be rude," Melanie said. "She'd love to, Ms. Pereyson."

Jessica stood up. She held her skirt down as she did, and tried to move as little as possible. She still heard the plastic crinkling as did. "Hi, I'm Jessi..." She was cut off by more laughing. Suddenly afraid, she reached down to her skirt and pushed her legs in tighter. Had they seen?

"Jessica, do a proper greeting."

Jessica looked at her in confusion. After a moment she felt herself relieved, as she realized the laughter had been from an improper greeting, not from her horrid underwear again. She shook her head to show her lack of understanding.

"The proper way for a little girl to introduce herself is to wave, say your name and thank them for having you, promise good behavior, then curtsy."

"But I didn't see you do that... Or anyone!"

"Yes sweetie, its for a little girl, to someone of a higher maturity level."

Jessica had to resist the urge to facepalm at the laughter that followed. She just kept walking into these things.

However, if she wanted to succeed, she had to play the game, no matter how absurd. She closed her eyes, went over what Melanie said, and opened her...

"Wave, say your..." Melanie said slowly.

"I know!" Jessica snapped. "I mean, I know, thank you."

She waved her hand broadly. "I am Jessica, thank you for having me, I promise to be good."

She stopped.

"Noooowww curtsy," Melanie said.

Jessica cringed. Might was well get over it. She held the edges of her skirt, lifted them as slightly as possible, and bend her knees. She imitated the curtsy's she had seen with as little movement as possible.

"No no, a proper curtsy means knees out to 90 degrees, and hands six inches to the side."

Jessica sighed. This was just getting worse. Suddenly, she really had to go to the bathroom... except she couldn't. She wouldn't only show that genie, she'd give him a good wallop. She closed her eyes...

"Eyes open! And smile!"

She opened them, forced a smile, and bent her knees deeply as she lifted her skirt up. She didn't bother to check. The genie wanted her to flash her diaper, apparently, and there was no way around it.

"Good. Now I'm not to upset at your first try, but only saying "hi" and stating your name is for babies, because they usually can't remember anything else. Can you?"

"I'll try," Jessica said through gritted teeth. Stupid genie.

The teacher spoke up. "Thank you Jessica, and I'm sure Melanie will help you with making that better. Now sit down."

The teacher began a long lecture on the importance of studying history, and the mistakes that can come from ignoring it.

Jessica squirmed and tried to pay attention. The pressure in her bladder was mounting, and she knew she'd be denied a bathroom break. How long were these classes? The time went on. 30 minutes, 45 minutes... the teacher was still talking and didn't seem to be wrapping up. Jessica tried to think of what to do, and began to sweat.

"Are you ok?" Melanie whispered to her.

"Mhhm" she nodded.

"Proper answered to a caretaker are yes and no. But alright."

Jessica squirmed more. The teacher began to hand out marked tests, and took her sweet time.

Someone raised their hands. "Excuse me Ms. Pereyson, may I go to use the toilet?"

"Yes Reilly, and congratulations on knowing ahead and asking. You have really earned your pull ups."

The girl blushed with pride and walked out. Jessica stared at her, and was shocked by her own jealousy of someone's right to wear pull ups and use a toilet.

Jessica sighed to herself. There was no way around it. She relaxed, and felt herself wet her diaper. The padding became soaked and inflated around her, and she shifted nervously, trying to get comfortable while not letting on to what she was doing. She settled miserably in her wet diaper.

"Are you ok?" Melanie asked again.

"Yes," she lied.

Melanie looked at her through squinted eyes. "I see," she said suspiciously.

Jessica tried to stop squirming. She knew Melanie would find out eventually, but she hopped it would at least be somewhere more private.

She heared her name being called and snapped out of her thoughts. It was the teacher.

"Jessica," she said again. "Are you paying attention?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Its Ms. Pereyson, ma'am is for babies who can't remember or pronounce their teacher's names. Now, you said you had academic training, right?"

"Yes," Jessica said. Finally, something she'd be good at. With academics she could finally show them she was able to succeed in something.

"Good, then why don't you come up and answer the next question in front of the class."

Jessica walked forward, and prayed she wouldn't have to do that bloody curtsy again in front of them all.

She breathed heavily, going over a mental routine to calm herself. This was history. She had done that before, and even read some on her own. This should be easy.

The teacher began to read from a book.

"When the philosopher Aristotle, as later compared with the Roman Cicero ..."

Good so far, she thought. She had read about both.

"Discussed the prevalent Zoroastrianism faith at the time..."

What?

"Was their writing effected by the rules of the reigning Atlantean Empire?"

OH SHIT NO. Jessica stared at the class with her eyes wide. Why would she assume a different world, with all different laws and culture, would have the same history?

She was standing for too long, she knew. She hadn't said anything yet. Her bladder was aching.

"Come on, this is basic stuff. If you can't do this, then we might have to review your files further, because I don't think you belong here academically either."

"I..." Jessica managed, then remained silent with her mouth open. What could that mean? The fear was getting to her.

"I think she's using her diaper!" someone shouted, and the entire class erupted in laughter.

Jessica looked down at the padding and put a hand on it. "No I'm not!" She shouted.

Melanie rushed forward and reached to check her diaper. Jessica tried to push her away but wasn't fast enough, and soon her soaked diaper was exposed to the entire class as Melanie pressed her hand into it.

"Ah your soaked!" Melanie said, standing up and folding her arms. "I knew it! I thought you were supposed to know enough to tell me! Did you lie?"

"I uhhh..."

"Jessica, did you also lie when you said you had taken history classes before?" the teacher asked.

"No! I don't care about your stupid $*%& question!" Jessica wished she could take the words back as soon as they came out.

"Excuse me?"

"I.. uhhh.."

"We don't use language like that here little girl, and we definitely don't argue with the teacher or call questions 'stupid' because we can't answer them. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I... I'm sorry..."

The teacher sighed. "That wasn't a proper apology, and you still misbehaved." She walked to the chalk board and grabbed a long wooden stick. "Melanie, would you mind?" she held it out to her.

Melanie sighed. "Yes, of course. Sorry Jessica, you can only misbehave so much. Bend over."

"What?! No! I..." Jessica tried to find words, terrified at the idea of being spanked in front of her class.

"Now!" Jessica was surprised by the sudden sternness in Melanie's voice. Seeing she had no other option, she turned around and, taking direction from Melanie, bent over with her hands on the chalk board. She whimpered softly. Melanie went behind her and lifted the back of her skirt.

The first spank hit across her diaper, and she yelped loudly. The whack of wood on plastic was soon filling the class room as Melanie delivered a full spanking on Jessica's padded bottom, and the sound matching the laughing and chuckling behind her.

Jessica had never felt so ashamed. Only a few days in the new world, and she was in a wet diaper, getting spanked in front of a classroom by someone younger then she, and not a single person thought there was anything wrong with it.

The spanks stopped for a moment, and she felt Melanie preposition the stick over her bare thighs. A long ooo came from the class behind her.

"Please don't," Jessica whined. Melanie responded by pushing her pacifier in her mouth.

The whack on her thighs hurt even more, and she felt her pacifier drop as she shouted. Melanie put the pacifier back in her mouth, and kept going. The pain mounted and soon Jessica was outright sobbing.

Finally the spanking stopped, and Melanie helped her back up, then hugged her.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but you have to learn to behave. Now, do you need a diaper change?"

Instinctively Jessica shook her head, which only prompted Melanie shake her own head in disappointment.

"Its fine, we will work on telling the difference between a wet diaper and a dry one. Perhaps you can still tell me when your messy at least."

The laughter in the classroom reached a new pitch as Jessica blushed and stared at the ground. Melanie helped her out of the class. Well, that was academics and social gone. Along with... curtsying? Continence? How to greet people and apologize? What else was she being tested on? She didn't know anymore. Melanie was leading her down a hall, and she didn't know where she was going either.

Cheerleading. That was it. One thing she was definitely good at. Damn what Melanie said, she'd be there. She'd show that genie.

They were in another room, with a long table and a class of students. Melanie was talking to another woman.

"Thank you to Melanie and Jessica, who are here to demonstrate a proper diaper change. Jessica, would you care to introduce yourself first?"

Jessica looked around and saw a sign reading 'caretaking class." She did the best introduction she could, and soon found herself lying on the table as Melanie replaced the pacifier in her mouth and held up a fresh diaper and box of wipes. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the laughing that now seemed to be a constant part of her life.

She'd show them all.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jan 13, 2019 at 10:51 PM
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windelchen said:

Poor Jessica! Is their a chance of progress? Thank you for this chapter.

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NO problem! ANd thank you for replying.

There is change of progress, but it is up to her. The question is what will end up counting as 'progress'.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jan 19, 2019 at 10:02 PM
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Pika123 said:

This story is great!

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thank you! Glad you like it

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Feb 12, 2019 at 2:48 AM
Content: (This version has been edited to fit the rules of this page. This section originally had a lot more gratuitous messing and humiliation, as per the initial request. If you still want to see that, PM me and I'll give it to you. If not, the story will still make sense with what is here."

Jessica let herself by led through the hallways by her hand. It was important to seem submissive now, resigned to her position. That would make it easier to get away from Melanie. She knew she was risking a lot by her plan, but she didn't worry about it. It was lunch, and there was a place she needed to be for lunch where Melanie wouldn't want her. That left only one option, and hopefully her success in it would eliminate the consequences.

She waited her moment. Melanie stopped by a menu with pictures. She let go of Jessica's hand to take off her back pack and start going through it. Jessica backed away slowly, and when she was a few steps behind, turned and ran.

She didn't know her way around the school too well, but could guess the general layout from what she had seen outside. She needed to get to the yard, and some kind of sports field. That is where the cheer-leading tryouts were being held. If she could get there and succeed in them, she'd be set.

She stumbled awkwardly, then got back up and kept running. Soon she was surprised to find herself panting. She looked over, and decided she knew why. Her outfit wasn't made for running. Her diaper made her waddle slightly, and her shoes clunked awkwardly. Worse, her skirt flared up as she jogged, bringing out giggles from the people around her.

She paused a moment. Moving in the clothes was awkward, and the clamping made her stomach grumble. She had been holding in from messing since the morning, hoping to make it home so she wouldn't have to do it at the school, and the rapid, jolting movement of running in her school shoes wasn't helping.

She ignored it all and kept going. Finally she made it to a large double door and ran outside. She looked around, and found a group of people in cheer leading outfits. Annoyed at her own lack of choice in attire, she headed toward them. They seemed to have already started.

She got to the group. Two people at the front were demonstrating stunts. One knelt down, held her hands out, and the other got on and jumped. She ended up doing a hand stand over the other, her skirt falling to show a pull up. She went down, and the other twirled, then ended with her feet in the air held by the other. Once again her skirt fell, this time showing a thin, plain white diaper. Most had outfits, but she noticed some without them. Jessica gulped, realizing that that put both women as ranked more mature then she was. Had there been a requirement? She hadn't had time to check. She looked around. She was slightly revealed to see others without cheer leading outfits, presumably new comers. They, however, were all in gym clothes, something Jessica lacked. She studied their shorts and the short skirts of the cheerleaders. With the lack of modesty that seemed rampant in this world, the shorts where all tight, and the skirts were all short enough to let Jessica guess their underwear. Not one was wearing diapers as thick as hers. More people were called to the front and performed stunts as called by a voice Jessica couldn't see, and she didn't see a single pattern on all the unabashedly revealed underwear. Would this mean that Jessica would be expected to just let her skirt fly without caring too, as they did, showing her patterned diapers to the entire school? She shuddered, but if that was the price of success, she'd pay it.

"Alright, is that everyone?" the voice that had been calling instructions asked.

No one responded. Jessica stood silently, wondering if she should say something. She was nervous, and felt her stomach turn.

"Ok, thank you all for..."

"Wait!" Jessica said.

A wall of faces turned to look at her. A few giggled, noticing her clothes, and, Jessica assumed, what was underneath.

"Did someone say something?

Jessica raised her hand. "Here! I want to try out! My name's Jessica."

"Let me see her."

The crowed parted a bit, and she saw a girl standing holding a clip board. Not just any girl, it was the muscular brunette Jessica had seen pushing the diaper disposal earlier.

There was a quiet, collective 'aww' and a giggle as more people saw her. She noticed a few pointing at her, and others asking what they were pointing at. She shrank back, and to make matters worse, her stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly. At least it isn't obvious to all, Jessica thought. She told herself she'd show them.

The girl at the front laughed. Girl, Jessica thought of her, even though she seemed to be in her twenties and was probably college age back in Jessica's world, it made her feel good to remember the age difference. The fact she was considered more mature in this world was something Jessica wanted to forget.

"Awwww," the girl said in a high pitched, mocking voice. "Are you sure you want to try out? Does that seem like a good idea?"

"Yes," Jessica said angrily.

"You didn't read the pamphlet through, did you?" she asked.

"No, I uhh..." Jessica paused.

"Awww its ok, maybe reading is to hard for you. I don't think you have what it takes, little girl."

"I"m not a little girl!" Jessica shouted, and the girl raised her eyebrows. "I bet I can do this better then you!"

There was a collective laugh, and the brunette folded her arms. "You sure about that? I'm the head cheerleader, that is why I'm up here."

"Too bad. I'll be taking your place soon," Jessica said.

She laughed, along with most. A few began shaking their heads. "Oh really? You challenging me?" She sounded angry, and Jessica gulped, wishing she had her words back. "Well why don't you come show us how amazing you are, little girl. Show us a... handstand." She seemed delighted by her own idea.

Jessica's eyes went wide. Anything but that. She could do the stunt, but it give everyone a view of her diapers. "I uhhh..."

"Awww what? Is that too hard for Ms. I'll-be-taking-your-place?"

"NO! I can do more then that. Its too easy."

"Good. Then come here and do it."

Jessica walked forward slowly. She felt a hand reach out and pat her on the behind encouragingly as she did, and ignored both the crinkling sound and the giggles.

Finally she made it to the front. She swallowed. OK Jessica, she told herself, you can do this. You've done it a million times. However, she never felt the same way doing it, standing awkwardly in front of mocking faces, and it had been so long since... No matter, it was all the same.

She closed her eyes and bent forward. She tried to ignore her shirt stretching and skirt flaring up, but the material pulled at her as she bent. Her school clothes were NOT made for moving. Worse still, her cramps hit hard, making her stomach grumbled loudly, and she straightened.

"Any time sweetie!"

She forced herself awkwardly forward and placed her hands on the ground and tried to fling her legs up in one fluid motion, but the movements, hampered by the clothes and awkward after years of not practicing, failed her. She felt the wet grass slide under her, and she crashed to the ground.

"Awww you ok baby? Need your diapers checked? Do you want to try that again? One more try!"

Jessica got up grumpily. She had done this before, she told herself. She could do it again. She reached forward and threw her legs up, pulling it off perfectly. She almost blurted out 'ha!", then felt her skirt fall.

Instantly the crowed began laughing as her thick, printed diapers went on full display. Jessica wanted to go back to her feet, but felt her ankles getting grabbed.

"No no!" Jessica said as she felt herself held in the humiliating position. The laughter reached a new pitch as she flailed her legs but was held in place by the brunette.

"Silly little girl, you really thought you were that much better then me, didn't you?"

"I... I'm sorry! Let me down!"

"Why? I'm helping you hold it! I thought you were soooo good this would be easy. Or were you lying when you said you could challenge me?"

"I"m sorry! Please!" Jessica didn't mind begging, she just wanted out of the situation and away from the laughter.

"Too late for that. I think I want people to see you in your diapers. I want people to see why you can't be on the time. If you were smart enough to read through our pamphlet you'd have noticed two things. Do you know what those are?"

"What?" Jessica asked.

"The first was my name, Becky, listed as lead cheerleader, and not the person you want to challenge on your first day."

"I'm sorry!" Jessica said. She felt the blood rushing to her head and wanted anything to get out.

"The second was that you have to be in at LEAST think plain whites to try out. We need everyone in white underwear to match. You think people want to see your thick baby diapers in cheer leading? You think anyone wants someone in stinky diapers on top of a pyramid? Cute for a baby, not good for motivation."

"You can't all be ahead of me! Some of you have to be still in..."

"Nope! You're the only one! See?"

From her upside down position, Jessica saw the laughing cheerleaders each lifting their skirts, showing a line of plain white taped garments, pull ups and briefs. Jessica felt her shame mount as she felt herself visibly reduced.

Jessica looked at her tormentor. She could see up her skirt, and at the diaper taped around her waist.

"But... your wearing a diaper! Your supposed to be the leader!"

"Yes, a plain white diaper I can change myself. Another few months and I'll be in pull ups while you'll still be sitting here, years older then me and in thick pampers, begging me for a change."

"But... but... I can just get a white one to cover them!"

They laughed.

"Aww poor baby missing the point. You think anyone wants to be under you as you do a handstand in a messy diaper? Face it, your not cut out for anything but filling your pants. You could barely do a handstand."

"No, not fair!" Jessica said.

"Now, I think little Ms. Takingyourplace needs to be taught a lesson. No one comes here and challenges ME. Do we know anyone here able to hand out discipline?" She made a hmmm sound and pretended to think. "Oh yeah, me."

"Wait, what, no!"

The giggling girls lifted Jessica up, held her out, then lowered her onto Becky, who had sat down. She held Jessica tightly over her lap. Jessica struggled in her position as Becky lifted her skirt. The knee was digging into her stomach, and made the turning worse.

"HEY! Let me go you stupid #$@!"

The first wack brought a shout from Jessica.

"Excuse me? Ms potty pants is a potty mouth." She spanked her again harder.

"OW! Your a potty pants."

Some of the audience ooood at that. Becky spanked her again. "Ohh you are going to pay for that. You should be thanking me. If it weren't for me, we'd all see you mess yourself in a pyramid as the entire school watched, Ms. Potty Pants." Another spank.

"No! I don't do that!"

"These diapers say otherwise."

"YOUR Diapers say otherwise! I'll see you in messy diapers!"

"Oh really?" she smirked. "We will see."

She began spanking the helpless Jessica in earnest. Jessica yelped loudly.

"Let me go you stupid #$#$!" she screamed.

"Wwat was that? Now you're really making me angry. Stinky little diaper girls like you don't talk to head cheerleaders like that." She began spanking harder, and Jessica sobbed. The smacks became louder as did Jessica's cries, only drowned out by the laughter.

"Your a stinky diaper girl! I hope YOU mess in front of the school!" As she said it, she heard her stomach grumble and a muffled fart in her diaper, as if just to make her claim all the more ridiculous.

"OH you are in big trouble. Say it. Say your a stinky little baby and I'll stop. Say you were baby diapers."

"NO!"

She spanked her harder, and Jessica began trying. "SAY IT NOW!"

"NO!"

"We all know your going to be filling your diapers any second. Admit it or I won't stop!"

"OWW!" Jessica shouted. The loud smacks and her cries were almost drowned out by the laughter. Her stomach was grumbling non stop, and she had to struggled to keep herself from messing. "I'm a stinky little baby and I wear baby diapers!"

"Good," the spanking stopped, and Jessica was left crying, bent over her knee, stomach gurgling. "Prove it."

"What!?" Jessica sobbed.

Another loud smack, another yelp. "I said prove it! We can all hear your stomach turning, there is no way a baby diaper girl like you would make it to any bathroom anyway. I bet you can't hold it in for five minutes, if that. Fill your diapers now or I'll spank you again."

"NO!" Jessica shouted, and shouted again as she was spanked. "You fill your diapers!"

"Let it out! Or can you not even do that? You can't even control that!"

"Please," Jessica sobbed. "Not here, not in front of everyone. I'll make it to the bathroom."

"No you won't. I know your too much of a baby to hold it in, don't prove your too much of a baby to make yourself mess when your stomach is clearly grumbling. Do it now or I'll spank you."

Jessica sobbed. Her stomach was aching, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer anyway. She was squeezing herself as tightly as possible..

Another smack. "NOW!" Becky said.

She gritted her teeth and released. It came with a loud brapppt and a chorus of laughter. The relief was instant, and she sighed, the feeling almost replacing the humiliation of what she was doing. The reality of it set in a moment later, and she moaned as she felt her diaper inflate behind her. The wet heat on her skin began to make her itch, and the smell made her crinkle her nose.

It was inconceivable. Two days ago she had been a successful business manager, fast tracked to be a CEO. People respected her. They FEARED her. Now she was messing herself to the amusement of girls years younger then her, and she couldn't even get through a regular class or try out without humiliating herself in one way or another.

"Ewww she stinks!" one girl shouted, and the rest laughed.

"You can see it! Look!"

"Shut up!" Jessica said, but felt no strength behind her own words.

She felt Becky's hand come down hard on her backside. She yelped, and whined as she felt the hand press the mush against her.

"Hey!" she whined. "You said you'd stop spanking if I messed myself!"

She smacked her again. "No, I said I wouldn't stop until you messed yourself. You need to be taught a lesson of what happens when you challenge the head babysitter. Besides, I'm not spanking you, I'm just checking your baby diapers. Clearly you can't do it yourself."

Jessica cried, as she lay, diapered bottom still up turned and exposed for the audience.

"You see, this is why you can't be in cheer leading. Imagine doing a flip or a handstand like this? Imagine doing it with someone underneath you? Just not fair." She spanked her again. "You understand, or are you too much of a dumb baby for that?"

"I understand," Jessica sobbed.

"Good," another smack. "Even now I'm gagging at your smell. Frankly I don't think its fair for you to force your stinky diapers on us like this."

"What? But I..." she was cut off by another spank.

Becky reached into Jessica's shirt pocket and took out her pacifier. "Thats enough out of you," she said, shoving it in her mouth. "I figured you'd have this somewhere. You are going to have a fun time, walking back through the halls in your messy diaper, sucking your pacifier, trying to find your caretaker to admit your failure and beg for a change. I hope that teaches you to challenge me."

"MMM MMM! MMM MMM!" Jessica shook her head wildly, but Becky ignored her.

She took her clipboard from another cheerleader and began casually reading as Jessica squirmed and was repeatedly spanked into obedience. "Alright, next try out will be Thursday in the gym. Bring your uniforms or gym clothes. We'll be doing more stunts, this time with a longer routine we will give you then to test your ability to memorize. The callbacks will be listed by the gym tomorrow. Any questions?"

Jessica gagged and cried as Becky casually took questions and responded, throwing occasional spanks at Jessica's upturned behind.. . The girls seemed to deliberately draw out the meeting, asking inane questions and getting long answers. The laughed at each struggled and whine Jessica let out, and seemed to love her suffering. She forced herself to lay still and no make any sound. Finally Becky wrapped up when no one else raised their hands.

"Good, then we are almost done. But first" She looked down at Jessica and paused for dramatic effect. "Do you have anything to say?"

There was more laughter, and Jessica wondered if it was better to speak or remain silent after being told. "I..."

She yelped as she was spanked again. "No talking with pacis!"

Jessica forced herself to remain silent.

"What? Nothing to say? So I can just stay sitting here and keep spanking you?"

Jessica let out a moan.

"STOP! What are you doing?" someone screamed. A figured was walking to the cheerleaders.

"Melanie!" Jessica shouted.

Becky dropped Jessica and stood up. Melanie approached and pointed angrily and Jessica. "YOU keep quiet and suck your pacifier. As for you," she pointed at Becky. "You have some explaining to do."

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 25, 2019 at 12:43 AM
Content: Part 6:

Becky put her hands on her hips. "I don't think I need to explain anything to YOU, Melanie."

"Oh yeah? Well then perhaps you'll LOVE to explain why you were harassing a lower level girl in the principles office instead."

Her eyes went wide. "You wouldn't... Besides! She challenged me! I had every right too..."She put on a confident face but her voice was shaky.

"Oh? Did she? You think they'd agree with that? All those spanks? All that gloating and taunting? Sitting on her? Humiliating someone isn't a fair punishment."

"Well, I uhh..."

"You know the normal thing here is to make you go through the same thing, so you learn your lesson."

She went pale.

"They'd probably also remove your ability to punish."

"They wouldn't...Besides, you couldn't. I'm almost graduating. She's basically a pre-schooler level. No one would believe you."

Melanie put a finger on her chin as if she was thinking. "Oh yeah? You are near graduating, aren't you? Finished your sports, academics, independence, caretaking, toilet training...?"

"Yes, just about."

"Oh?" she sniffed the air. "Because I think I smell another stinky diaper."

"What!?"

"I'm a fully qualified caretaker. You have to tell me when you mess or else you lose the right to self judge. So you wouldn't have a messy diaper you aren't telling me about, would you? And you wouldn't want to tell me that, when you were sitting on her, you were messy? That wouldn't be good for you at all."

"WHAT!? You can't do that!" She looked around at the other cheerleaders for help, but they all looked away.

"Did you mess your pampers?"

"NO! And they aren't pampers! They aren't even printed."

Melanie walked up to Becky, and to the shock of the later, pulled up her skirt and put a hand on her bottom. Becky gasped and screamed as she pushed the mess into her.

"Did you mess your pampers, Becky?"

She put her hands on her face. "Yes."

"And you lied about it, or you couldn't tell?"

"I..."

"Tell me!"

"I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I'll let her on the team! She can... she can carry bags and practice in the off season," she pleaded, becoming more and more desperate.

Jessica looked at Melanie hopefully.

"No, we both know she wouldn't be capable of that." Jessica sighed. Another road to passing closed. "Your lack of emotional control now certainly says something too. We'll see what happens to you." Melanie wiggled a finger in the larger woman's face, then turned around. Becky sighed with her head in her hands as the other's came to comfort her.

"Come on Jessica," she said. She grabbed her hand and pulled her away. Jessica followed along happily.

Once they were out of ear shot, Melanie stopped and faced Jessica.

"Thank you SO MUCH! You really!"

Melanie reached around and smacked her bottom. Jessica squealed, both from the pain and the shock. It squished against her, and she shivered at the feel. "Hey that is full!'

Melanie put a finger in her face. "Don't talk with your pacifier! You know the rules." She said angrily.

Jessica squirmed backwards as Melanie got in closer. "I can't believe you did that! Who gave you permission to run off like that? Don't you know what could have happens? You could have gotten hurt, or lost!"

Jessica looked down in shame. She would have argued, but not only was she gagged, she knew the result was exactly what Melanie said.

"Now lunch is almost done, and you haven't eaten yet, and now I need to get you changed." Jessica blushed.

"I'm sorry Jessica, we are going to have to talk about that with the Principal."

Jessica shook her head. "No!"

Melanie sighed and put her head down in her hands. "We already said no talking with the pacifier."

"I'm sorr.. eep!" Jessica started and stopped.

"Its alright, we'll find you something easier to deal with. But for now," she took out a large leather harness and leash. Jessica's eyes went wide. "I'm sorry Jessica, you can't be trusted to walk on your own. We'll have to find someone to walk you home."

Jessica felt her eyes tearing. "MM MM!" she shook her head no.

"Again, but I'm sorry Jessica, its that or a stroller, and really you are barely above that."

Jessica sighed as Melanie attached the leash and harness. It made no effort to hide how childish it was- it was bright, and had a chest panel with a teddy bear on it, and 'pampers' written in block lettering. It wrapped around her shoulders and stomach, with an extra strap passing between her legs and under her skirt. She squealed as it was tightened between under her diaper and squished the mess into her. The leash attached to the chest, and the final click at it was all locked together drove her fate home. She felt herself beginning to sob, and didn't even complain as Melanie put a teddy bear in her arms. She sucked her pacifier, finding it surprisingly, and embarrassingly, soothing.

...

Jessica buried her face in her teddy bear as she was lead down the hallways. People stared. A lot of people. Being one of the oldest in school was odd, and still wearing a school girl's outfit and a thick diaper was worse. Being lead on a leash, cuddling a bear, sucking a pacifier, and waddling in a noticeably messy diaper was a first. When she first left the principles office, a few stared. Then they began to laugh.

Worse, walking through the halls and dodging the crowds caused the massive mess still in her diaper to shift back and forth. Each step made her want to shiver, and the motion let the smell escape. She almost gagged at it, and more people began to notice. Some commented or gagged audibly, others put their hands to heir noses, and soon everyone they passed realized the state of her diaper.

Jessica tried to ignore them and kept walking. Having her new instructions worked out in front of her while she had no say, and hearing the results, was far worse.

Melanie rubbed a hand on her arm, soothing her. "Its ok Jessica. You still have academics, even if history wasn't the best. You can work your way up."

Jessica nodded, though she knew it probably wasn't true. If history was that much different, what else had changed?

Melanie opened a large double door, and lead Jessica into a massive gymnasium with chairs and tables lined up through it. Rowdy students were eating at them, talking loudly and throwing things over heads and tables. In the corner, a door was open leading to a cafeteria stand, and students lined up outside of it.

"What are we doing?" Jessica asked. She was supposed to be getting changed, then going to class. The middle of a crowded lunch room was the last place she wanted to be.

Melanie sighed and tapped a finger on her pacifier. Jessica blushed and nodded. "We can't have a little one like you not eating. Because of you're little escapade, you missed your own time, so we are going to eat here now. Some of the caretaking students are going to help feed you, then we'll take you to the care taking class so they can try changing your diaper."

Jessica wanted to argue but didn't want to tempt fate by speaking out of turn. She was lead through the tables and sat in a high chair. Melanie finally removed her pacifier.

"Do we have to do it this way? Everyone can see me up here!"

"Well get used to it, this is how you'll be fed every day." He put a box in front of Jessica and opened it up. Jessica saw it was full of meat and vegetables that had been sliced into tiny pieces.

Jessica groaned but didn't argue as she was fed. A trio of other students came up, and began taking turns spooning food into her mouth as Melanie coached. She ate as quickly as she could, wanting to be out of the situation.

She began to feel a new sensation. Her bottom, still stuck in the mushy pile in her diaper, began to itch. She shuffled around, hoping to scratch it, but that only made it worse. Oh god, she thought, I'm getting a diaper rash. Since when did people her age have to worry about diaper rash? She squirmed as the feeling got worse and worse, but that did nothing to solve the pain and only the smell from it stronger around her, which became unbearable as she was forced to eat.

"Melanie," she whispered.

Melanie ignored her and coached another student to feed her.

"Melanie, please?"

"Yes Jessica?" Melanie said out loud.

Jessica looked back and forth to her and the other students. "Can you come closer so I just say it to you?"

"No. They are going to be caretakers too, they have to hear."

"But..."

"No buts! I'm tiered of your silly modesty. This is the stage you are at, you will need to accept it if you ever want to progress."

"But..."

Melanie folded her arms.

Jessica sighed and sank down. "Never mind."

"Say it. I can see how you're squirming. I know what you are going to say, but you need to say it."

Jessica whined, but the itch was getting unbearable. "Please change my diaper," she said finally. A few people around her giggled.

"Louder."

"Please change my diaper," she said again, desperate.

"Why?"

"Because its starting to itch!"

"You mean you are getting a diaper rash inside that diaper you soiled?"

"Yes!" Jessica wondered why she was being so mean about it.

"Good. It won't be the last. Since you decided to run away and put yourself in a situation where you wouldn't get changed, this will be a good lesson for you. Keep feeding her."

Jessica pouted, and kept eating. She was soon finished, and helped down from the dreaded high chair.

The four of them lead Jessica back through the halls and into the care taking class. There were different students this time, and the room was filled with infantile toys and equipment- diapers, high chairs, and playpens- of varying sizes. Jessica closed her eyes and tried to picture herself somewhere else.

"Good afternoon class. Today you are going to get first hand experience changing a messy diaper. First, is how to tell a baby needs a change, aside from the obvious odor..."

Jessica closed her eyes. Melanie lectured the class as she was poked and prodded and her diaper examined by various students. She felt herself get lifted and lain on a table. She heard the tapes of her diaper get undone, then felt her cheeks flush redder then ever as different hands reached out to help clean her. She imagined herself back home, in her real world.

Soon Jessica was sitting in another class, in a clean diaper butt bottom still sore from the rash and the spanking. It was a match class. The room was identical to the last class room but with the historical quotes on the walls replaced with numbers, symbols and equations. The students talked among each other and fiddled with calculators. The teacher began handing out sheets at each row. Jessica was handed a pile, took one, and gave it to the person behind her.

She looked down at it. There were definitely symbols she didn't recognize. She looked back at the front of the class, and her eyes were drawn to the chart at the top of the wall where the numbers and letters were listed.

There weren't 10 numbers listed. There were 12. She didn't need to count the letters to realize there were more then she was used to there as well. How had she not noticed this before? It was another thing she had told herself would be easy.

She looked down at the form. There wasn't a single question she knew how to answer.

She sank into her chair. She'd find something she'd could do. Anything.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 27, 2019 at 3:48 AM
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Pika123 said:

I really enjoyed this chapter! Keep it up!

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thank you! I will

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 31, 2019 at 9:15 AM
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Safariwolf said:

Can't wait for the next chapter I'm glued to this story

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Thanks! It will be a bit but it will come

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 17, 2019 at 5:21 AM
Content: "Well?"

Jessica squirmed.

"Can you answer any of these questions?"

She didn't answer.

"Can you?"

The questions were all simple. Or, at least, they should have been, if Jessica understood any of the writing. She recognized some of the symbols, and could even make out a few words. However, the rest remained a mystery.

The principle sighed. "You know, you said you had finished your academic education."

She flung herself forward on the massive wooden desk, arms pleading. "I did! But the numbers were different! There were ten of them! And 26 letters, and they looked different too! It was all different."

He rolled his eyes. 'I've told you, no one believes this. There is no such thing as a ten digit number system. You don't need to make excuses, and if you keep lying you'll be punished again."

She jumped back from the desk.

"That is what I thought."

She bit down on her pacifier. Leaning over the desk was a position she was all too accustomed too, though under much different circumstances. She was sure she had felt each of the belts and straps pinned to the wall behind him.

"I'm not lying!" she tried again.

"Even if it were true, you've been in more then long enough to learn. How long have you been here for?"

Jessica's mouth hung open as she struggled for an answer. How long had it been? Time seemed to blur when there were no clear holidays she recognized, and school went all year long. People she had known had gotten bigger, and some had graduated. She really had no idea how long, or even if the years were the same length here.

"Whatever. I'm not getting into that by now," he said. "I think we over estimated you by putting you into final grade. You still have a way to go before you reach that."

Jessica's eyes went wide. "No, please..."

He shook his head. "No more arguing. Anyway, Melanie will be graduating soon, and we need a place where you can be supervised more. We are going to give you one more shot before its back to kindergarten."

"WHAT!?"

"Don't worry, we have someone who can help you. Melanie?"

The door opened, and Melanie came in, along with someone shorter. Jessica's mouth went wide when she saw who was standing beside her."

"Hello big sister," Marianne said, holding up a romper that matched her own. "I'm going to help you pass middle academics!"

"No! PLease, not her," Jessica pleaded.

"Now now," the principle said. "There is no shame here. Melanie will help take care of you outside of class, and Marianne will instruct you inside. Now lets get you dressed into your new uniform."

Jessica wanted to protest, but knew better. She whined as Melanie and the principle undressed her down into her diapers, then put her into the yellow romper. They tied her hair in pigtails, as most of the younger female students had.

"Now, isn't that better? More fitting, anyway. It will do much better to hold your diapers in when you mess," the principle said encouragingly, and Jessica pouted. "Now, off to class."

Jessica hid her face in her hands as she was led by her leash through the halls in her elementary school uniform. "Elementary school," here was different, of course, and seemed to last much longer, but she still stood out like a sore thumb. She heard the chuckles, though, and realized there was no point. There was only one student who might end up in this situation, and they all knew who it was. THey had all seen, heard, and smelled, the evidence.

She was lead into another wing of the school. The walls, normally bare, became covered with school made art and displays. Some of it was what she would have expected, and some was far more advanced then even she could do. Another thing she'd fail at, she counted.

She was lead into a brightly painted class room. Half the ground was carpet, and the chalk board was filled with basic math questions. The teacher, a tall woman in a grey suit, tapped her desk.

"Attention class," she said. The students all stopped and ran to stand in a line. "We have a new student here, a very special student. Everyone please welcome Jessica."

"High Jessica!" they said, and Jesicca blushed.

She felt a nudge. It was Marianne. "Do your curtsy, silly. The no skirt version."

Jessica blushed at being corrected by someone younger then her, and did her best imitation, then announced herself.

SHe felt a hand on her head, ruffling her hair.

"Hey!" she shouted.

It was Marianne. "Sorry, couldn't resist. I LOVE your hair in pigtails. Anyway, I have to go. Call me if you need anything. Bye bye!"

Soon they were seated, and Jessica was beside Marianne. The teacher started asking the class questions, going down the rows student by student. The questions being asked seemed the kind Jessica had in junior high or high school, but she couldn't answer them at all. She didn't even know what type of question they were.

The teacher came to her. "What is the square of zinon?" the teacher asked.

Jessica's mind was a blank. Was it a history question? Something from a book? Politics?

"Well?" she asked. A few students giggled.

Perhaps zinon was a number. "Square" could mean it squared, or square root here...

"Well? its an easy question."

"Five?" Jessica said, and the class erupted in laughter.

"Yes, a VERY special student," the teacher said, and the class laughed again.

"Hey!" Jesicca said. "That was mean!" She felt herself beginning to tear.

"Oh, don't complain. Marianne, want to help her out? I think she needs her pacifier too."

"The answer is zelda," Marianne said. "Here," she whispered to Jessica, handing her the pacifier. "Its ok. You'll learn."

"NO! I don't want to! This isn't fair!" Jessica shouted, slamming her hands on her desk.

"Jessica," the teacher said. "You know this is your last shot. Don't mess it up on your first day."

"Why are you making fun of me!? I'm trying my best!" she said.

"Oh are you? What is eight times eran?"

"Uh..."

"Who lead the failed assault on the Athenians?"

"Xerxes?"

The class laughed. "Don't make stuff up. Who is the president of Eumeles?"

"I don't..."

"Who wrote "The Islands of the Sun?"

"I..." the class was laughing. Jessica's vision blurred as her eyes watered over.

"How many days in a fornite?"

"I don't... please, no more..."

"Can you demonstrate a proper bull dance? Draw a picture for me? Write a melody?"

"No..."

"Anyone else here can."

"PLease! I'm sorry! Just don't do this! I'll try."

The teacher shook her head. "YOu've been saying that a while now. One more question."

"What?"

"Can you keep your diaper dry for five minutes?"

The class laughed again.

"I..."

"Someone please check her. I'm sure she wet and can't tell. Perhaps that is what you need to focus on."

"I... NO!" someone reached for the buckle of her romper. She didn't even know who it was, but the thought of being treated as an infant by someone clearly younger then her was too much. She looked around at the laughing faces of the class, back at the teacher, and ran out the door.

"JESSICA!" the teacher shouted.

She ran down the hall. She heard footsteps behind herself, and looked back to see the teacher chasing. She turned another hall, then went into a door.

She collapsed on the inside, trying to keep her voice down. She heard the foot steps pass by.

She sighed, then put her head between her legs.

The entire situation was horrible. She had thought her treatment before was humiliating, but this was so much worse. Struggling and failing and each humiliating task, then being laughed at as the teacher made fun of her... Worse still, the teacher was right. After so long being denied toilet use, she wasn't sure if she was wet or not. She reached down to press her hand against the padding, but stopped herself, not wanting to know. Her eyes watered.

"Awww, who is this?" a friendly female voice said.

Jessica looked up, startled. Of course there were people in the room she had turned into. Why would she assume it was empty?

"Its that poor girl who needs the baby diapers," someone said. "And she's crying!" The woman speaking, a short, stocky, and short haired woman in a long white apron said.

Lunch ladies, Jessica thought. They were lunch ladies. This must be their break room. The room was filled with couches and tables covered with cards.

The woman walked to Jessica and leaned over her. She wiped a tear away. "What's your name little one?"

"Jessica," she sniffed.

"Aww what a pretty name. And what is wrong?"

"I'm just... I don't know."

"I bet your just hungry. You want something to eat?"

Jessica sniffed. She'd have taken any comfort at that point. "Mhmm," she nodded.

"Come here," the woman said, and led Jessica by the hand. She took her to the couch, then sat down.

"What are...WHOAH!" Jessica began to ask, but was cut off as she was picked up off her feet. The woman lifted her easily, then deposited her in her lap.

"What are you doing?" Jessica asked.

"Shhh little one, just quiet down and drink," the woman said. She unbuttoned her apron.

"No, NO NO!" Jessica shouted.

The woman ignored her. She pulled out a breast and shoved Jessica's face into it.

"MMPH!" Jessica said, trying to push away.

"Now now," she said. "Be a good girl. I don't want to have to spank a poor sobbing girl."

Jessica moaned, and began to suck. Warm liquid filled her mouth. The taste wasn't bad, but the thought of what she was doing made Jessica nauseas.

"There is a good girl," the woman cooed, patting her bottom. "Clean diaper too it seems! Might be a little wet though, we'll check later." There was THAT question answered.

Jessica kept sucking. She was glad when the liquid finally slowed, and her head was pulled away. She hoped to be set down. Instead, she was picked up, and put in another woman's lap.

Jessica tried to push away. Once was bad enough, but she couldn't let them think she was used to this.

The woman held on tight as Jessica struggled. She smacked her hard on the rear, making her yelp, then pushed her head into her breast hard.

Jessica squirmed. Her face was full of the woman's chest, and she couldn't breath. "MMM MMMPH!" she said.

"There there, we know your still almost a baby, but you are a big one. You'll need more then that. Keep drinking and I'll let you out a bit," she said.

Jessica stopped struggling and began drinking. The woman cooed and stroked her hair as she drank. Jessica was passed around from lap to lap, feeling her stomach fill with the heavy fluid. It rumbled ominously, a feeling Jessica had learned would soon mean an embarrassingly long diaper change.

"Yes, she's right in here. We kept her occupied while we called you," the first lunch lady said. Jessica turned her head. The principle and Melanie were standing side by side. Both had their hands on there hips, and both were glaring. Melanie held a leash, and the principle a long paddle.

"That was your one shot, Jessica," the principle said. "Its back to kindergarten."

Melanie approached, hooked her leash on, and took her to a table where she was bent over. She began crying before the first blow landed on her diaper, which Jessica finally knew for certain was very, very full.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 21, 2019 at 2:35 AM
Content: Jessica sat grumpily in her high chair.

"Well you have to eat something!" Mrs. Jeffreyson said.

Jessica turned away. The food she was getting now was always mush, and always spoon fed. She couldn't stand the taste or the humiliation at the moment.

"Come on! I have to eat to you know!" she said, forcing a spoon toward Jessica. Jessica turned and it spilled over her cheek. Mrs. Jeffreyson sighed and wiped it off.

The doctor watched carefully. He looked at the girl in the high chair, and at the younger girl who now sat independently, feeding herself. The later was finishing, and carefully lay her knife and fork beside the plate, then wiped herself with the napkin and put it down. She sat patiently for the other's to finish. The former was pushing herself back in the high chair as more food dripped down her shirt and onto her thick, exposed diaper.

"Sweetie," he said.

"Yes dear?" she replied.

"Why don't you sit down a moment."

She looked at him. "But, who will feed the baby?" she asked. Jessica banged her fist on the table. She still wasn't used to being 'the baby."

"I have an idea," the doctor replied. His wife, who Jessica had heard called "Elizabeth" and "Elise" but was only ever allowed to refer to as "Mrs. Jeffreyson" or "Mommy," sat down.

"Marianne honey?"

"Yes Dad," she replied promptly, using the name she was allowed to use at her station, and he smiled.

"You've passed all your basic behaviors classes, right?"

"Yes Dad."

"And basic manners?"

"Yes Dad."

"Very good. And tell me, how are your caretaking classes going?"

"Very well Dad."

"Good. Why don't you show us," he said, and pointed at Jessica.

"Wha..." Jessica said, glancing back and forth between the two.

"Sure! Thank you Dad!" Marianne exclaimed, bolting out of her chair.

"She can't feed me! She's a kid!" Jessica complained.

"Now now, don't whine. She has passed all her basic skills and is more then qualified to take care of someone in your station. And she is far from a kid now."

Jessica tried to complain, but didn't know what to say. He was right. Marianne wasn't a kid any more, she had grown, and the difference only drove home how long Jessica had been in the strange world without any progress. Marianne had flown through the grades and was almost in pull ups. Jessica was still in kindergarten and getting her diapers changed in class. However, the thought of someone she once knew as a kid, saw as so much below her, and had looked down on now feeding her was horrfying to Jessica, and she pushed the offered spoon away.

"Bad girl!" Marianne said.

"Yes, and what do we do with bad girls, Marianne?" the doctor asked.

"No! You can't let her! Not her please, you do it!"

"Jessica if you complain you'll only make it worse. Marianne, proceed."

Marianne undid the latch on her high chair, dragged her out, and foced her over her lap.

SMACK! The blow came down. Of all the spanks she had received, it was by far the most humiliating.

SMACK! She didn't bother to struggle. The situation was clear, and she knew there was no way around it.

SMACK! Even if it didn't hurt, it was still the most effective punishment she had been given. Each blow reminded her of how far she had sank. She sobbed.

SMACK SMACK SMACK! The spanking continued, and Jessica lay still.

"Good girl. Now, back in the high chair," the younger girl, herself still wearing a diaper, if a much thinner one, ordered.

Jessica climbed back in, and let herself be fed.

...

Jessica kept her head down. There was laughter again, but she ignored it.

Marianne, now in a school girl's uniform, the kind Jessica had first been in, led Jessica, now in a preschooler's outfit with a thick diaper bulging through, by the leash through the town and toward the school. Her defeat seemed final. She passed by the nursery and was glad there was at least one other level behind her.

She was lead into the smaller, brightly colored halls and past rooms filled with carpets and toys. Even among children a third her size, she was one of few who sucked a pacifier on command, with no right to speak, and one of few in the thick, printed diapers that marked her as nearly completely incompetent, and only one level above the lowest.

She was led to a group of older students standing in a circle. They wore a mixture of school girl dresses, nurses uniforms, and maid's outifts.

"These are the more advanced caretaking students," Melanie said, looking closely at Jessica. "You remember your last caretaker, Sarah?" Jessica thought. She had had a few now, and they all blurred. "She moved around, so you are being assigned a new one. They are working on their work classifications. One of them will help you with your potty training. I need to go to my class. Will you be ok with them?"

Jessica nodded, and she left. She looked at the students. Two of them, both together, stood out. One wore a maid's dress, the other a school girl's, and both were slight. However, they looked different then the others.

One noticed her staring and blushed. "They, uh... decided we were better off as girls," he said.

Jessica turned away and tried not to stare.

A teacher came by and began assigning roles. Jessica remained still, knowing better then to move when no one held her leash. Finally someone took it, and Jessica followed her. It was a muscular, brown haired woman.

"Hello Jessica!" she said, stopping to face her.

Jessica waved.

The woman leaned in close to her and smiled. "Aww you don't remember me, do you?"

Jessica shook her head.

She ruffled her hair. "Didn't think so. Poor, dumb baby. Here, this will help."

She opened a door and lead Jessica in. Instantly Jessica gagged and plugged her nose.

It was the diaper disposal room. Stark white ceramic walls went around large plastic barrows, all filled with used diapers. Stacks of clean ones in different thicknesses and colors went along side one wall.

"Remember this?" the woman said, pointing to one of the barrows. "I had to push that for five years because of what you did to me. You know how far you set me back? Head cheerleader to having to be changed by a teacher?"

"No!" Jessica shouted, realizing. The pacifier dropped to the ground.

"That is right, its Becky, the girl whose cheerleading career you ruined. I'm only now close to starting it again. Now, its my turn."

"Please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean too..." she was silenced as Becky pushed the pacifier back in her mouth. They locked them, and held up the keys, showing Jessica.

"I don't care what you meant to do. Its payback time." Becky walked over to the stack of diapers. She held up one that was identical to the one Jessica wore. "You know they keep these here just for you? You are the only one in the school who needs them in this size." She chuckled, and Jessica blushed, ashamed. "And now, my goal is to get you into this one."

She held up another diaper in her other hand. It was far thicker and completely covered in an all over print. "BABY" was written in block lettering across the front.

"No please!" Jessica said. It was the final, lowest level of diapers, where she wouldn't be trusted on her own word if she messed, and even punished for trying, when anyone at all was treated as more mature then the wearer. From what she had heard, no one her age went into them and got out. She turned around, but the door was blocked by two more girls, one of whom held up a key. They grabbed Jessica by either arm.

"But first, you are going to see a bit of what its like to have to push a diaper barrel for five years. I took it as an extra job in my final year, you know. Its your fault it went on so long."

"I'm sorry!" Jessica said.

"Ah ah ah, you are already going to be spanked, don't make me punish you for speaking out of turn too. Now, Jacob, Jillian, would you mind?"

The two lifted her up, carried her to an open barrel, and dropped the screaming, squirming girl inside.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Aug 13, 2019 at 11:23 PM
Content: Jessica instantly gagged on the smell as she landed on the mountain of soft, squishy material. She turned around and tried to get up, but hit the top of the lid that shut behind her, then heard a click.

She pounded on the lid. "Let me out!" she shouted. She was crying. The wet, acidic smell surrounded her, and she could almost taste it. Though it was pitch black she knew what every surface she lay on was, and the thought made her feel sick. She felt herself sink down, and struggled to stay on top.

"Please," she begged. "I'll do anything." She hit the top again.

"Ah ah ah," Becky said. "No hitting the walls, or I'll leave you in there even longer. We are going to leave now, and I promise no one else can hear you or has the key to free you. When we get back, we'll discuss what happens next, ok?"

"Please no! I'll do anything! Hey!" Jessica shouted as she heard footsteps leave the room and the door shut behind them.

She sobbed helplessly in the stinking plastic container. She kept calling out and pounding on the walls, but she knew it was pointless. No one could hear her, and there was no way she was breaking the seal. The bit of fresh air that came out of the joints in the lid gave her some relief, and she tried to press her nose against it, but in the end the smell was everywhere. She gave up and fell back down into the pile.

She lost track of time. It was almost pitch black, and she couldn't hear anything outside of the box. Time dragged on.

Eventually she heard footsteps again. She heard a banging on the outside.

"Hello Jessica! Its Becky again. You ready to talk?"

"Yes," Jessica whimpered.

Jessica heard a click, and the hinged door opened up to show Becky's smiling face, flanked by the two boys she had been with earlier. Jessica tried to climb out, but the boys pushed her back down.

"Whew! Its stinky in there! I hope you had fun in our little game!" She waved a hand in front of her nose, and Jessica glared.

"Aww trying to look tough? Your diapers and pigtails aren't helping. By the way, do you know what happened after we first met?"

Jessica shook her head.

"The first thing they did was spank me. Do you know how often someone that age, besides you, gets spanked? Not only did I lose my care taking and punishment rights, My freedom from corporal punishment was removed, and I promise you, there were a lot of people I had baby sat that now got their sweet revenge."

"I... I'm sorry," Jessica said.

"The next thing they did was demote my potty training. You see that one messy diaper was the first in a while, and your friend there argued that I did it unintentionally, and since I had said I didn't think it was messy, they decided I wasn't doing that right either. It was the last tick of a few other 'mistakes' they had against me. Suddenly all my cheer leading friends came out and testified against me, that I argued about it. Some friends eh? Figures some of them ended up in charge of me and giving me spankings and changes to. I was back in printed diapers that evening, and it was two years before I got back to where I was."

Jessica stared dumbly, unsure of what to say.

"ANd obviously, since I was still apparently wetting and messing myself with no control like you, I couldn't be a cheerleader anymore. I still needed my sports credit, so they made me the water girl. WATER GIRL. From head cheerleader to water girl, and getting spanked by the cheerleaders when I'm late, or changed by them when I'm messy. You know how that feels?"

"No, I'm sorry, please..." Jessica tried to apologize but was cut off. The truth was she had been in the same scenario many times, but she didin't think saying that would get her out of whatever was coming.

"You know whats even WORSE? They made me a mascot. A freaking mascot. Our actual mascot didn't show up one game, so I was made to fill in, then some times after. And why not? I was the little girl in printed diapers, they were the athletes. The first time, I had to go out with that stupid outfit and my diaper showing so everyone could awww at me. Do you even know what they do with a mascot like me? I bet youre too much of a dumb baby. Do you?"

Jessica shook her head. She never went to the games, her 'Daddy" didn't like them.

"I was a 'baby mascot.' Normally a mascot just wears the costume and it covers them head to toe.They dance around, throw things into the crowed, and get cheers. That might have been better, though it would have been humiliating enough, but no. A baby mascot is someone whose the same age and knows the players, but is multiple levels below them. Normally it be someone who also needs full caretaking and lower academics, but since they decided I would do, and the threat of spankings got me playing along. I wore the top part, but with my legs uncovered and my diaper showing, so everyone knew I was beneath them. I had to crawl around like a baby, even though I was way past the level I could walk. The players and cheerleaders would take turns showing me off to the crowed, bottle feeding me, bouncing me on their knees, spanking me if they got angry..." she began to tear. "It was horrible. Sometimes I wouldn't even get the top part of the outfit, just a diaper, baby t shirt and pacifier I ddin't need."

She got angry and pointed at Jessica. "That should have been YOURE role. You were the one actually at that level. But nooo, I was the one available at the moment, and they said the crowed liked me. It was a full year of that, then more years until I was allowed to complete potty training, and more before I finally got out."

"BUt now Jessica, I'm a qualified caretaker. You know what is going to happen now?"

Jessica shook her head.

"What is supposed to happen is that I'm going to train you to full potty independence. And from that outside, that is what it will look like."

"Ok..." Jessica said.

"But you, little diaper girl, will screw it up. I'm going to use every trick and method, and you will sit there filling your pants and complaining you don't know why or even that its happening."

"What!? No I'm not!"

"Yes you are. You're going to keep doing that until you're back in full baby diapers, the lowest ones I can put you in." She held up the example, full printed, and even thicker then the ones Jessica was wearing. "Meanwhile, I know you're dumb enough to fail all the academic classes, and you'll be back in a nursery."

"No! I'll tell them!" Jessica shouted.

"No you won't. You know why?" she said, taunting.

"Why?" Jessica said.

"Because it will be your word against mine and both my friends here, and you are already the little girl who lies about filling your pants. No one will believe you."

Jessica gulped.

"Meanwhile, each time you slip up, it will be back in this room, back over me knee, and back in the bucket. You want to avoid sleeping there every night I babysit you? Play along. Got it?"

Jessica stared. She couldn't do that, could she? There had to be a way out.

"Oh, it looks like she isn't certain. Jacob, want to close it so she has more time to think?"

"No!" Jessica shouted. She gave up for now, and hoped she'd find a way out later. "I'll do it."

Becky patted her head. "Good soon-to-be-baby. Now, first thing first, fill that diaper of yours. I know you don't have full control, but you aren't going out of this room until its nice and messy."

Jessica looked down at her diaper. "I don't have to go right now."

Becky rolled her eyes. "As if someone like you could ever tell. Just push until something comes out. We have all day."

Jessica sighed. She pushed her bottom up slightly and pressed on her bowels.

It was an odd feeling. After so many times struggling not to mess her diaper and failing, here she was in the opposite position. After several minutes of pushing and grunting, she gave and pouted at Becky.

"Lets see." Becky said, and Jessica turned to show her the diaper. She felt Becky pat it and open it up. Becky sighed. "Well, you tried. I suppose doing something like that on command is beyond you. Good diaper girl for trying. Jacob, since she's being a good baby, want to help her out?"

"I'm not a baby!" Jessica said. She felt hands grab her and lift her.

"You will be soon, and since we know its happening, when were in private you are going to act like one and we will call you it." Becky replied with a sharp smack on her bottom.

Jessica groaned as she was put back on the ground. This was turning out even worse then she hoped. She felt a hand open the back of her diaper.

"Hmmm this really won't do. What do you think Jacob? Jillian?"

"Definitly not," one of them said.

"I think we've all seen her in worse," the other replied.

"Agreed. Not her fault though, she tried, she's just a dumb baby. Want to help her out? And, you, diaper butt, be a good girl and play along. No struggling!"

Jessica watched in horror as one of the two men, the one who had lifted her, reached into the box and took out a messy diaper. "No, no please!" She shouted, but was silenced by a sharp smack on her bottom. He opened it, then opened the back of Jessica's diaper and dumped the contents in. The horrified girl screamed, and felt hands massage the mess into her. A moment later another was added, then another, and Jessica felt her diaper sag heavily behind her.

"That seems full enough," her tormentor said. "Now, lets get you cleaned up a bit. We don't want you smelling worse then you normally do."

The trio produced wet sponges. The stripped a now messy and whining blond to her diapers then wiped her down. One held up a second romper outfit, this one more decorated then her last, with pink bunnies and hearts on the sleeves and 'pampered toddler,' written in cursive across the chest. Jessica sighed and let herself get dressed. While they were both rompers, designed for the toddler level, the one Marianne had picked out for her had at least been plain enough she could pretend it wasn't utterly humiliating. The written declaration of her status was on some of the outfits, and whether she got them or not depended on her caretaker.

Her current caretaker put a pacifier in her mouth, then a finger in her face. "Now, we are going to your home room. That is where we will take you to report your progress, otherwise you'll be in my special care. Once we are there, you are going to play along with everything I say, and you will deny that you messed your diaper. Understood?"

Jessica looked sadly at her, then at the door, but found no way out. She nodded.

"Good girl." The leash was hooked, and Jessica was lead through the hallways. Becky walked in front of her, holding a leash with one hand and a bag of blocks in the other.

The massive, sagging diaper swayed behind her. It was far more then she remembered ever feeling in one, and far more then the diaper was meant to take. Jessica could barely walk and squished we each step. The reactions she was used to getting in the hallways, the laughter and occasionally teasing about the smell, were far more exaggerated as the plastic padding barely contained her mess. People audibly gasped and reached for their noses She felt fluid dripping out, and realized it was leaking. Even after all this time, she hadn't felt this disgusted.

Finally she reached the home room. Becky opened the door and multiple sets of eyes, of toddlers and those deemed to be such, turned toward her. The room was completely carpeted, brightly colored, and filled with toys. Some were general toys- dolls, stuffed animals, action figures. Others were a kind Jessica had seen before- piles of blocks, puzzles, books, they were meant to be played with but also test the user. Unlike the desks of the previous classes, this room had three large, round tables with small chairs at them, along with high chairs, cribs, and a playpen- for people not considered ready for kindergarten. A man, tall and with salt and pepper hair, approached.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Aug 16, 2019 at 6:10 AM
Content: "Becky! Jessica! Ho... ooo..." he said, and stopped, plugging his nose as he got close.

"I'm sorry we were late Mr. Eran. Jessica was trying to build this block castle but couldn't get it right." She handed him the bag, which held a few large, simple blocks in bright colors.

"Oh... this is even below her level," Mr. Eran replied.

"Yes, and I think she knew that so she wanted to keep trying. We had to take her from it but she wants to keep it as a challenge toy. Isn't that right Jessica?" She took the pacifier out of her mouth so she could speak.

Jessica looked at her, then at the teacher. "Yes," she said sadly.

"Awww, its ok Jessica," she rubbed her head. "It was a hard toy. We'll get some easier ones for you, and we can work our way up to that one. Won't that be fun?"

"Uh huh," she said.

"We also had to change her outfit. She asked if she could hold her bottle and we tried it, but she spilled. Isn't that right Jessica?"

"Uh huh," Jessica said, fuming inwardly.

Mr. Eran looked disappointed but nodded slowly. "And what about... the other part of her testing?"

"Oh. Jessica, is there something you want to say? Something you want to ask for?"

Jessica shook her head.

Becky patted her bottom as if to remind her. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I uh... I just want to play."

Mr. Eran sighed. "Are you sure Jessica? Something you want to tell us about your diaper?"

She shook her head.

"That isn't good."

"Do you need a change?"

"No. My diaper is clean, I want to play," Jessica said. Her chest got heavy.

"Oh I'm sure she knows, its ok." Becky turned Jessica toward her and stood inches from her. "Jessica, do you smell something? Smell and see. We talked about how to tell."

Jessica made a show of sniffing the air. "Something is stinky."

"Do you know what it is?"

Jessica shook her head.

"Could it be coming from your diaper?"

"No," Jessica said. She wanted to cry and scream out, but she knew the next option was worse.

"Are you sure your diaper is clean? I think I smell a messy diaper. Remember, we talked about this."

"Its clean."

Becky reached behind her and pressed the padding into her. Jessica's hair stood on edge. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Becky sighed. She made a show of seeming bewildered. "Alright, last step. Jessica, your diaper is messy. You smell that? You feel that?" she pressed it in again. "That means you messed your diaper. Ok?"

"Ok."

"So do you have a messy diaper?"

Jessica felt tears forming. "No."

The teacher put a hand on her shoulder. "That is alright Jessica. I can see this is confusing you, and your almost crying. We will work on it, and Becky is one of the best to help you. Lets get you changed. Oh and Becky, thank you for running her through the steps. There is only so much you can do."

Jessica was lifted and set down on a table with a squish, and Becky got to work stripping and cleaning her. The onesie was designed for diaper changes, and had snaps along the edges. Jessica wondered how many, even in pre school, had as little control as she was given.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Aug 20, 2019 at 4:27 AM
Content: "Open wide!"

Jessica obeyed, and another fork of vegetables was pushed into her mouth. She chewed, and swallowed.

They were sitting in the lunch room. Separate from the main hall and fall smaller, it consisted of rows of high chairs, a scant few toys for people who had finished eating, and a mural of cartoon food on the wall. Most of the students were being fed in the high chairs, while some who had advanced were either sitting in chairs or their caretakers' laps being fed, while even fewer were feeding themselves under watchful eyes. Jessica, of course, thanks to Becky's work, was always guaranteed a spot in a high chair being fed. Becky always had ways to ensure she stayed on the lowest rungs.

"Ops! Try to keep it in sweetie!" Becky said cheerily, scooping up food from Jessica's bib and chin and putting it back in her mouth. "You're going to have to do better then that if you ever want to feed yourself.

Jessica sighed. There it was. Becky had deliberately spilled the food, of course, then spoke loud enough to ensure everyone had heard.

Becky put on a fake pouty face. "Awww don't be so sad. At least you can still eat solid food. No baby food for big girl Jessica! Yayy!"

Jessica rolled her eyes. However, knowing what Becky's 'rules' for her were, she pretended to cheer along. To do otherwise would mean one of Becky's secret punishments.

"All done!" Becky said. "Now sit tight until feeding time is over."

The humiliated woman put her elbows on the high chair's table and rested her chin on them. She looked around at the other students. It was pretty clear she didn't belong with them. Of course, the others didn't see it that way. Worse still, they often seemed to agree with that sentiment, but from the opposite end. To them, Becky was trying her best, and doing a wonderful job of helping Jessica and keeping her out of the lower rungs. The reality was far worse...

"Which test do you want to pass? The academic, or the potty training?" she had asked Jessica.

"Uhh... what? OW!" the diapered girl, squirming over Becky's lap as she delivered as 'reminder' spanking, said.

"I'll either let you pass the academic class or the next potty training. So, do you want to be a dumb diaper girl, or a smart baby?" She spanked Jessica again.

"I... OW! What?"

"Can't decide? Alright. I'll help you study for the academic test, but there is no way you are passing the potty test."

Becky wouldn't explain what that meant, and Jessica was more then nervous. Both tests were that day, and simultaneous. Becky had helped her study for the academic, going over different symbols and puzzles Jessica hadn't seen before, so she was certain to have something up her sleeve.

"Alright caretakers! Bring your toddlers to the pre school home run in 25 minutes for the test. Remember, if they ask to use the bathroom, they have until the test begins. Good luck!"

"Come on Jessy!" Becky said, and opened the high chair. She let Jessica down then attached the leash to her romper. She picked up a back pack, slung it over her shoulder, and pulled the leash.

Becky led Jessica through the halls and away from the home room. Jessica at first didn't know where they were going, but soon she recognized the halls. When Becky's two big friends returned on either side of her, she began to panic.

"NO!" she said, pulling on the leash. "Please no!"

"Now now Jessica, wheres your paci? Don't talk out, or you'll get a spanking."

Jessica was forcibly silenced with the pacifier and dragged into the diaper storage room. Once there, the door was locked, and Jessica's shoulders were grabbed.

"Alright then Jessica, time for our next game," the supposed caretaker took off her backpack and opened it up. She pulled out a massive zip lock bag full of brown beans, followed by two bottles of milk and two of water. "We agreed you could pass one test today. Since I helped you study for the academic test, we need to make sure you won't pass the potty training one, as if you had a chance anyway. So, we got you two bottles of milk with your 'special medicine' added, and plenty of beans to ensure you are full of ammunition, and that you'll be loud enough for everyone to hear. Then we have the water to rinse it all down to make you nice and soaked and hide the baked bean breath. Fair?"

"No!" Jessica screamed throw her pacifier, prompting a hard spank from one of the two boys. She stopped and let the pacifier be taken from her mouth. "No please! I can't eat all that!"

"Oh I'm sure you can, and you're going to."

"No I won't! I'll tell."

Becky sighed and shook her head. "You really are a stupid baby, aren't you? Here's the deal. You eat all this now, or I'll be locking you in the diaper bin again and leaving. I'll tell Mr. Eran you ran away, and you'll spend the entire test period locked in there. You'll fail anyway because you missed it, and when you get back you'll have a nice, long spanking for running to look forward to. Or, you play along, eat it, fail the test, and don't have to spend the next few hours in a pile of messy diapers." She wrinkled her nose and looked at the box. "You made a lot of these anyway, might as well re-unite you with your work. Jacob? Jillian?"

They grabbed her shoulders. "NO please!" she sobbed. "I'll do it."

"Good girl," Becky said, ruffling her hair. "Now, not a word of this to Mr. Eran, or it will seem like you are making excuses for your messy pampers, and Jacob and Jillian will be witnesses on my side. Then its back in the bin anyway, and a paddling to boot."

The two boys held Jessica's shoulders as Becky opened the bag. The smell came to Jessica even through the stench of the diapers, and after having just eaten, made her stomach turn.

"Why do you let her do this?" she asked one of the boys. She couldn't tell them apart, but they were always helping with the schemes.

One shrugged his shoulders. "You mean why do we help our girlfriend rather then the bratty girl who spent years moving back grades? Gee I wonder. What do you think we can do with her that we can't do with someone whose stuck in diapers?"

"Wh..."

"Its beyond your mental status to get it now, but adults have fun in ways you don't know about. Plus I pay them. No open up!"

The first spoonful was jammed in Jessica's mouth, and she almost chocked.

"Now now, be careful! If I have to change your outfit to hide what we did I'll fill your diaper with itching powder."

Another spoonful. Jessica whined and chocked it down. More and more went down, and she watched the pile in the bag slowly shrink as her stomach became more and more bloated.

"Please, no more. I'm going to be sick! MPHH" she begged before being cut off by another spoon. Her stomach cramped horribly.

"Almost done! Open for the airplane! Good girl! Don't worry, it will be coming out of you soon, just not the way you want it too."

Next Jessica's mouth was filled with the bottles, and she drank them down. When finished, she was painfully full, and felt her stomach pushing against the tapes of her diaper. She felt gas rising in her stomach, and burped loudly. One of the boys patted her back, and she burped again.

Becky waved a hand in front of her nose. "Whew! Stinky already. Remember now, no telling, or its back in the bin!" She grabbed the leash again, and after opening the door slightly to ensure no one was in the hall, pulled it through. Jessica waddled as best she could after, struggling not to bend over due to the painful cramping.

'Hello Mr. Eran!" Becky said happily when they reached the classroom. "We are here for today's test. Oh, and Jessica said a naughty word, so she'll need a spanking. Isn't that right Jessica?"

"Yes Ms. Becky," Jessica said. She of course had said no such thing, but Becky never gave up the chance to get her punished.

They were back in the now familiar home room, which had been re-arranged for test taking. Blinders had been added to the round tables, as had some separate desks, as the students weren't considered mature enough for test taking. One, larger then most of the others, was marked with Jessica's name.

Becky then leaned in close to the teacher. "The word was 'drat."" She heard her whisper. "I don't know if she knows what it means. She pointed to her diaper when she said it, so I think she thought it was messy, but it was just bunched up at the bottom."

"I see," Mr. Eran replied. "Well, we will deal with that later. For now she has the test. Jessica, do you remember the rules?'

Jessica nodded.

"90 minutes. That means until the clock looks like that." He pointed at a drawing on the chalk board. "If you can keep from messing until then, you'll get a gold star. Wetting is fine, we will work on that later."

Jessica sighed. At her stage, avoiding wetting was considered beyond her, and she was only tested on messing. Since that was even deemed too difficult, she was giving humiliatingly short time periods, then normally expected to mess her diapers after anyway. She had been told if she did enough of them, she could try sitting on the potty.

She looked at the pink plastic potty that sat at the front of the class room to remind her what she was working for. Normally, using it meant all the caretakers and multiple eyes watching, hands ready to clean, and a standing ovation upon finishing. In any other world, it would be a humiliating predicament, and now it seemed a trophy beyond her grasp.

"At the same time, you have your basic intelligence function test. Good luck," Mr. Eran said.

This test was a series of basic letter identification, simple math and counting, and puzzles. She closed her eyes and pictured all the practice examples. They had gone through a few of them, and for once, she felt prepared. She knew she had a good chance of passing this time.

Her stomach turned. The diaper test, on the other hand, was another matter.

"Before we begin," the teacher said. "Jessica, do you think you need to go potty?"

"No," Jessica said. Her stomach rolled over, but she saw Becky smiling behind the teacher and knew to keep lying.

"Do you think you'll mess your diapers?"

"No."

"I'm giving you the chance now. If you think you won't make it, say so now and this won't count as a test. Its only a fail if you don't know its coming. We can even let you use the potty now, and give you a treat if you do. Do you want to try, or do the test?"

Jessica looked at the potty. The thought of sitting on it in front of the class and using it was humiliating, but still more then she hoped for. "No, I don't need to go potty."

"Ok then, to your desk."

Jessica went to her desk.. Her stomach grumbled horribly. As she sat down, she heard a loud fart escape into her diaper, then a round of giggles from the class.

The teacher knocked on his desk. "Alright. The written test will come around in a half hour for those who are doing it. For now, sit still and do your best to keep your diapers clean. Good luck to you all on both aspects."

Jessica struggled not to let anything else out. At this point it was too late, and anything solid in her diaper would be a fail. Becky waved and left the room, abandoning her to her fate.

Another fart came out, and there was more giggling.

Jessica was already near bursting. She wet herself, hoping it would at least erase some of the pressure, but she still heard another fart when she was done. Her diaper was soon soaked, and each movement and fart brought a squish. Even with the thick padding, after all the bottles she'd been fed, it felt like she was sitting in a puddle. More gas came out as the beans did their work, muffled by the now soaked diaper, but loud enough for the class to hear and react.

"Jessica, are you alright? I'd hate to fail someone this early," the teacher asked.

"Yes, what do you mean?" Jessica said, repeating the line she had been given.

"Is that not you making noises?"

"What noises? The laughter?"

The teacher sighed. "No, the other noise. You hear it?"

"Yes."

"Do you know where its coming from?"

Jessica pretended to think, then shook her head. "No." She wanted to tell him and run for the potty, but she knew the punishment from Becky and her friends would be worse then any messy diaper.

He sighed. "Alright, carry on."

Her stomach turned again, loudly enough for the others to hear. She looked at the clock, and saw the hands had barely moved.

More gas was building up inside her. Her stomach ached and cramped, and she was desperate to get it out. She pushed slightly, and farted again, louder and longer then before. There was more laughter, and the teacher called the class to silence.

The relief only lasted a moment before it came again. She was full to the point of aching from the beans, and the laxatives made it feel like everything was pushing to get out.

Another fart escaped, and she pushed for more to feel the relief. Once again, it was short lived.

The written test was finally going around. She was third of the way through.

Her stomach was aching again. She began to relax and push a bit, hoping for some relief. She felt herself wet even more as she tried, a feeling that was so common now it was almost automatic. She began to fart, and it kept coming out, getting more giggles as it continued.

"Here, the test," the person in front of her said. He reached behind himself, but it was out of range of her desk.

Groaning inwardly, Jessica stood up slightly, leaned forward and reach out. She felt the soaked padding hanging between her legs. She didn't want to risk standing up, especially as she was pushing to release gas, but felt she had no choice. She reached, relaxed, and let more gas out.

She gasped. She knew she was taking a risk by relaxing, but the feeling still came as a shock. She felt hot mush pour out of her and into her diaper, which inflated behind her. She collapsed onto the desk, helpless as she messed herself to the chorus of laughter.

"I think Jessica messed herself," the person sitting beside her said.

"Jessica, is that true?" the teacher asked.

She looked at the tattle tell, then at him. "No," she said.

He sighed. "Its... its fine. Just do the rest of your test. Becky helped you study for that, remember?"

"Uh huh," she said.

She opened the test, and, as so many times before since coming to this world, wanted to cry. Nothing was what she remembered. The symbols, the puzzles, the signs were all new. She should have known better then to trust Becky.

"Jessica?" the teacher said.

She looked up.

"We take our tests sitting down."

Jessica sighed, and moved back to her chair, and felt herself mess again as she coached down. She took the test she knew she had no chance of passing then settled down into the mess, and her now all but confirmed fate.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Nov 3, 2019 at 12:20 AM
Content: "Come on Jessica, lets get your butt changed!"

Jessica winced. "Don't say it like that. And you don't get to change me!" She felt herself push her arms down to her sides and balled her fists.

Marianne laughed. "Awww, don't throw a tantrum just because you have a stinky diaper." She walked toward Jessica, who backed away.

"I don't! I'm clean!"

"Then why won't you let me check you?" She grabbed Jessica's shoulder and reached to the back of her diaper.

Jessica pushed her hand away. "Because you don't get to change me! YOu are younger then me!"

Marianne rolled her eyes. "Actually I do. I'm your babysitter. I'm a licensed babysitter, and you, legally, are a toddler level in over 30 categories. That makes me able to take care of you for short periods, and tonight our dad left me in charge." She opened the back of her diaper. "Well, I guess you are clean, but we both know that was just luck. You've been wrong before."

"That's not!" Jessica began, but was silenced when Marianne pushed a pacifier in her mouth.

"No complaining. Go stand in the corner until you calm down and stop throwing temper tantrums."

"ITs not a temper tantrum! This is unfair!"

She folded her arms. "OH it isn't? Then why are you're fists balled at your side like an angry baby?" Jessica noticed and moved her hands. "Classic sign of someone who is emotionally a toddler, number 25. Now, little girl, no talking with the paci and go stand in the corner or its a spanking."

Jessica folded her arms. "You can't make me."

"Actually I can. This note says I can." she held up a piece of paper written in the doctor's handwriting. "You both saw him leave me in charge. I'm supposed to follow these instructions, and you are supposed to follow mine. Right her it says I can give you corner times, mouth soapings, or spankings if need be, and more if I call him first. Should I call daddy?" "Daddy" was something she only said to Jessica now.

Jessica glared and tried to stand her ground, but felt herself slowly backing down. She knew arguing would only end badly. She hung her head. "No, please don't," she said.

"Then go," Marianne pointed to the corner, and Jessica walked to it. "Don't be difficult. You know the drill. Hands on your head and paci in your mouth. Now." Jessica pouted, obeyed. "Anyway, who are you to complain? All your babysitters and half your school teachers are younger then you to. You know that isn't what makes someone a 'baby level' or a babysitter. Not in that way, anyway."

Jessica stared blankly at the deep gold of the wall and listened to Marianne go on. She was right. At this point, almost everyone her age had moved on well into adulthood. Each year it got more and more humiliating as the age difference between her and the people in charge of her grew. Now, she was being babysat by someone she once saw as a younger adopted sister, and had to listen to her every command. "Now, there is a part of the instructions I am supposed to read to you. Ahem." She cleared her throat. "Marianne, you are in charge as we discussed. Jessica is to be double diapered in her princes prints and plastic pants. Also, no sitting on the furniture unless she is on your lap. Just the mat, crib or high chair. I'm sorry, I know you are getting better, but we can't be sure you'll find out Jessica is messy in time, and don't want to risk a leaky diaper ruining the couch." Jessica blushed deeper. She couldn't help but notice that the appology for her double diapers was directed at Marianne for not being trusted to tell when she was leaking, rather then at Jessica for not being able to tell when she was soaked. "She can pick between her cartoon onesies, no dresses since she won't be going out. Give her her bath, ignore her if she complains. She may play with her dolls or coloring book and gets one hour of cartoons if she finishes two of her school pictures. Make sure she stays within in the lines." 'School pictures'- the hardest homework she was trusted with now was coloring in pictures and learning to stay in the lines, something they still failed her on. "Dinner is at 5:30, she can have the chopped chicken and mushy beans, we left you steak in the fridge. Since she was complaining at school, she is to have her nightly spanking at 7 PM. 30 spanks, half on her diaper, half bare. Bedtime at 8, read her a story if she needs it. If she complains, you may administer twenty minutes of corner time, five minutes of mouth soaping, or thirty spanks."

Jessica glared into the corner and shook at each word. She had been working, trying to move up the ladder for years, and failed. She could remember when Marianne was in diapers, and watched her get promoted to pull ups, underwear, become allowed to take care of herself, graduate from year after year of school, and become an adult as Jessica went the opposite way. Now even Marianne was left in charge of her.

"So, we will get onto your bath and coloring books, but first I need to take a shower. I'll be back down in time for the end of your punishment."

Undistracted, Jessica's mind wandered. She kept moving down, lower and lower, whenever she tried to move up. There was no way she'd succeed if she wasn't even allowed to decide when she got her diapers changed. She had been thinking for a long time about another way. She had tried to play their game, perhaps she could make it another way.

She moved her hands off her head and reached down to her diaper. It was double thick and wrapped in an extra layer of plastic because someone else, younger then her, wasn't trusted to tell if she messed herself and change her in time. Realistically, there was no reason why she shouldn't be allowed to to say when she needed a change, or even change herself. The only reason why she couldn't was a series of flukes and and a bizarre set of rules that meant failing in one way meant losing rights in another.

She shook her head. Realistically, there wasn't a reason why unwatched, she couldn't take it off. She had lived for decades without needing one. Right now, her babysitter was in the shower. Perhaps if she couldn't make it by playing by their rules, she could make it by breaking them.

She moved out of the corner and looked around. Lights and a tv she wasn't allowed to turn on or off, a fireplace she wasn't allowed near, and couches she wasn't allowed to sit on. The apology for that wasn't even directed at her, but at Marianne. Marianne not being trusted to tell if she was leaking was something they apologized for, Jessica not being trusted to avoid leaky diapers was expected.

She walked over to the fireplace and put her hand on it. Somehow, the small act of rebellion was thrilling. She giggled and bounced, then forced herself to stop. She shouldn't behave like a toddler if she wasn't being made to.

She walked to the lights and flicked them on and off, then sat on the couch. She reached between the couch cushions looking for the television remote, felt something hard and plastic, and took it out.

When she looked at it she realized it wasn't a remote. It was a phone. She tapped on the screen. It was Marianne's phone. She looked toward the bathroom, where water was still flowing from the shower, and she could hear Marianne singing happily. Marianne, the only person who could stop her from leaving, was in the bathroom without her phone. Naked, helpless, and with no way to call out. She looked back at the fire place and the long steel pokers.

She picked it up. It was long, hard, and heavy. A plan formed in her mind. She walked toward the bathroom's giant double door, knowing Marianne couldn't hear her over the water and her own singing.

She tested the doors and found they were unlocked. She paused, thinking about what she was going to do. If she did this, there would be no way back. People would looking for her and there would be no question what happened. However, if she didn't, she'd never get anywhere. She'd move back and back further into thicker and thicker diapers until it became her life, and lose the bet. Wasn't this all a fake world anyway, made by the genie to test her in some unfair trial? If the game is rigged, you break rules and make your own game. She held the bar with her right and hit it into her left, getting used to the weight. This would be harsh, but over fast.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Nov 6, 2019 at 5:23 AM
Content: She lifted the heavy steel bar and pushed it between the handles of the double doors. She tried to shift them, and found there was no way to open it with the bar in place. Marianne was now locked in the bathroom with no way out. "So long, Marianne," she said. It was time for her to begin to laugh again. She smiled, and walked away.

She ran up two flights of stairs and into the doctor's bathroom. She went into the master bathroom and looked in the closet. As expected, there were piles of underwear, running from full on baby diapers, to her own, to plain whites and pull ups. At the top, there were bags of panties and boxers. She giggled excitedly.

She tore off her plastic pants and diapers, threw them in the trash can and grabbed a pull up. She shook her head, and reached up for the panties. She tore the bag and pulled one on.

She ran out into the bedroom, into their closet, and went through their clothes. After a while she found a pants suit, the kind she used to wear, and put it on. She considered grabbing heels, but she needed to move quickly, so she stuck with flats. She then went through a stack of purses until she found one with money in it, took out the id cards, and left.

She ran down the stairs and to the front door. She could tell the shower had stopped, and heard footsteps. "Jessica?" Marianne's voice said as she ran out the door.

Jessica breathed heavily. She wanted to panic and cheer in excitement at the same time, but forced herself to calm down. She needed to get downtown. If she could find a job, any job, and avoid detection for a few weeks as she worked... arguably, that would be a 'success.' Even if it didn't count as one to the genie, it would prove to this world that she could live on her own.

She began walking. It was a long way, but she had made it before, normally at the wrong end of her leash, or holding someone's hand. Still, it was still early in the day and she figured she could make it there before afternoon, ever earlier if she found a bus. It was a bright, sunny day, and she didn't mind the walk.

She passed by the school. It was a weekend, but some of the sports teams were out practicing. She tsked. Today was a practice day, which meant there could be teams training all over town. If one of them recognized her, it be all over. She moved to the other side of the street, kept her head down and walked faster.

She could see the downtown core not far past the school. A long line of tall buildings in staggered steps stretched toward the sky and, if she was lucky, her freedom. The streets became busier and the side walks became more crowded, and soon she was standing amid office buildings and shops, any one of which might be her ticket.

She began checking doors for 'help wanted' posters. It didn't need to be a fancy job, just something she could use to pay for her own living. She passed by building after building, and ended up in a park. It was huge, with a wide filed running along the street and a several wooded pathways going down the other. She could tell the edges of it by the line of buildings at the end, otherwise the size was obscured by trees. There was a group of girls running in two packs through the field. The first pack were all wearing shorts and identical shirts. The group behind them had the same shirts but lacked shorts, and were running in exposed diapers. Jessica could see them blushing from where she stood. She recognized the scene. It was the track group from her school. Those not yet in the thinner, plain white diapers were made to run without shorts for the first few practices. The explanation was that the motion of running made them even more susceptible both accidents and rashes, so the the staff needed to watch them closely. Jessica suspected that hazing rituals had more to do it. This became especially bad as some of the girls who were slower in their training would run in the diaper pack year after year as others moved ahead of them, and those that were were blushing an even deeper red then the others. Some of the girls in shorts were running behind the diapered group, and as some slowed down they would move up to them, spanking them while yelling 'encouragement' until they caught up. She made note

She heard a whacking sound coming from beside her. She saw a tall, black hared man spanking the diapered bottom of another who had his pants down to his ankles.

"I told you not to argue with me in public! You've been very naughty today! Bad boy!"

"OW! OW! OW! I'm sorry!" The other pleaded.

The taller man ignored his please and pulled the diaper down. "Please no! Bill, no! Not bare here! he complained, but was ignored as the diaper joined his pants around his knees. Jessica could see that it was a fully printed diaper, much like the ones she normally wore, though the rest of his clothes looked more mature. She wanted to walk on, but kept watching in fascination.

Eventually the spanking stopped, and Bill helped the other to his feet and helped him pull his pants up. They were both wearing suits, while only the smaller brunette had the tell tale bulge of a diaper under his pants. Jessica realized she had seen them before.

The brunette was sniffling, and the other pushed a pacifier in his mouth and handed him a teddy bear, leading to more whining. He shook a finger in his face. "Now, no more complaining, and no more slacking off! You are lucky they called me instead of the Testing Board, or this could be much worse. You go right back there and apologize for your behavior."

"But its a weekend, and they were being mean!"

The taller one spoke compassionately. "I know sweetie, but sometimes you need to work on a weekend. And they weren't being mean, they were just teasing you a bit about your special underwear. Its because your're cute and they like you."

"No one else there needs to wear one," he grumbled.

"I know, but its ok. Michael, look at me." He cupped his chin. "Remember, you aren't worse off. Its what makes you special, right?"

He nodded, though he didn't seem convinced. "It doesn't feel that way. It feels like I'm a baby."

"I know, but you aren't. YOu still passed all the other tests and were allowed to work, right? They wouldn't let you there if you didn't deserve it. Aren't you happy you are allowed to work? Huh?" He tickled him.

Michael giggled. "Yeah," he said. "I know."

"Not everyone does equally well on all the tests. Some people are in boxers but can't work. Some people never athletics and wear diapers, but are experts in their fields. And some people are plenty smart, capable people, but still need a caretaker to change them and help them calm down with a pacifier and teddy. And aren't you plenty smart?" He ruffled his hair.

The brunette was smiling now. "I don't want her changing me. I want you."

"I know but I have to work too. I don't want any more arguing, ok? While you are at work, Ms. Statson is your caretaker. Remember, in every other way you are still a grown adult. Give her the extra diapers, the paci and the teddy I gave you, apologize, and let her know you'll be listening to her from now on. Remember, she fills my role. If she checks your diaper or gives you a spanking, its not because she's being mean, she's helping you. No more running away. Alright?"

"Ok," he leaned in for for a kiss, and the other pulled him in for a hug and pressed his lips against him before leading him by the hand across a street.

Jessica was slightly disturbed by the scene. As she never got out of the school, she was never certain how the rest of the world went. She realized someone could be considered a functioning adult in some ways and not in others, but it never occurred to her the difference could be so drastic. An intelligent, capable, working adult, with someone assigned at work and home to change their diapers? What an odd world.

"You know, just because they are both men, doesn't mean there is something wrong with their relationship."

Jessica almost gasped when she heard the woman speaking to her. She realized she had clearly looked at them with disgust. "Oh, no its not that its..."

The woman, a tall blond in what looked liked a guard's uniform, didn't let her finish. "You should be able to control your emotions more then that, and realize that different relationships work." The couple had stopped and were watching, and more people began to look. Jessica did not want this attention right now, especially from what seemed to be a regulatory officer. She shuddered to remember her first encounter with one, spanking her on the first fateful day.

Michael was staring. "Wait, did you recognize that girl?" Jessica heard him say.

"What?" Bill asked.

He pointed back at Jessica. "Yeah, she was at the police station the night you were assigned to be my caretaker, wasn't she?"

"Was she?"

Jessica turned away and ran into the park. She went down a winding, forested path, and kept moving until she knew she was out of sight. She stopped, panting, and started walking again.

She ended up in a clearing. A massive stone structure rose up beside her. It appeared ancient and crumbling, but well preserved none the less. It reminded her of a pyramid, but built in steps, and painted in bright reds and blues.

"Can you beleive that building is 12,000 years old?" someone asked.

"What? she said.

A man, wearing all beige clothes and a vest that said 'tour guide' on it, pointed at the building. "Its 12,000 years old. Just think of how much, even today, comes from it. Our government buildings are still built in its style." Jessica realized that all the stepped buildings she had seen while heading downtown were just far larger versions of the same design.

"Are you here for a tour, or to apply for a job?"

"I uhhh..." she considered. A tour guide would be a reasonable job, and easy enough. Except... She looked at the building. It be fine if they gave her a list of what to say, but if anyone asked a question it would quickly become obvious she didn't know as much about it as even the average person.

"Say, why are you looking confused? If you live in this city you should have heard this all before."

Jessica turned and ran again, deeper into the park. The man shouted 'hello' after her but didn't follow. When she was out of sight, she calmed down. She wiped her brow on her sleeve, and remained still until she caught her breath, then kept going. That was twice she was almost caught, the day wasn't going well.

She heard footsteps. A girl, wearing the uniform of her school and panting, ran toward her.

Jessica almost shouted in fear, but the girl didn't seem to recognize her. Jessica realized that, while she was well known at school, she had only ever been seen while dressed as a baby, on a leash and sucking a pacifier. She doubted the runner would draw the connection between the schools infamous diaper girl and the well dressed woman in front of her. Still, she didn't want to risk it, and backed away.

The girl reached her and stopped, collapsing with her hands to her knees. Jessica saw she held a white diaper in one of her hands.

"Please," she said. "You have to help me."

"What?" Jessica said.

"I..." she blushed, then leaned into whisper. "I had an accident. A bad one."

Jessica backed away as the smell made the girls point for her. "Eww," she said instinctively and covered her nose.

The girl blushed and moved back. "I know, I'm sorry! I don't normally its just I didn't have time to go after lunch and running around started to make my stomach ache."

"What do you want me to do?" Jessica asked.

"Please, you need to change me." The girl looked behind her. "Now, before the others see."

"What!?"

"Please! Half of them are already in pull ups! I'm supposed to be testing soon, but if they see that I messed..." she shuddered. "I'll be back in prints running in the diaper pack. I can't do that! I'm supposed to be one of the more mature ones, I couldn't look them in the eye if I went back!"

"Just change yourself!"

She winced. "No they wouldn't show me how yet! I know its weird but its just one thing I've been behind on. I," she stopped as they heard foosteps coming around the corner. The girl looked at Jessica in panic.

"Its the staff! Quickly! Sit down!" she pointed at a park bench.

"What?"

The girl stripped her shorts off, exposing her messy diaper. She pushed Jessica onto the bench, then sat in her lap.

"What are you..." Jessica's eyes went wide, and almost gagged at the feeling and the smell of the runner's messy diaper against her.

"Just trust me." She undid Jessica's suit jacket, leaned into her chest, and hugged her. "Pretend you're comforting me."

The footsteps came closer, and a man and a woman, both of whom Jessica recognized as teachers, passed by.

"It worked," she said. She looked around. "But quickly. You need to change me before the runners come by. They will recognize me.

"What?"

"The teachers didn't see my face, so if they didn't see my shirt or shorts they wouldn't recognize me as a student. They saw my messy diaper and assumed I was a never grow old with a caretaker. We have a student like that in our school, still in almost baby diapers." Jessica winced. "If the others see me... they will recognize me." She got off Jessica's lap and held the spare diaper out in both hands. "Please, change me? If they see me it would set me back."

Jessica stood up and began to back away. "I don't think I can."

"Why not? You're a full grown up, right? Dressed like that..." The girl looked at her. "That is an odd fitting suit. Say, do I know you?"

Jessica backed up faster. Footsteps were coming around, more of them. She began to panic, and struggled to keep it from showing on her face. Adults here rarely showed that kind of emotion, she couldn't give it away now.

The girl's eyes went wide. She gasped and pointed a finger. "Oh my god! Its you!"

"No. You don't know me."

"I do! I do! What are you doing? You can't be here! I can't believe I just asked a toddler level for a diaper change."

The footsteps got nearer, and the running group came up.

"Cynthia? What are you doing? Why is your diaper messy."

The girl, Cynthia, didn't respond. She just kept pointing in shock at Jessica. "Its her!"

Jessica turned away and ran. Cynthia followed, shouting for her to wait. Jessica crossed came out of the woods and onto the side walk. She looked down the street and saw a line of cars coming, but ran out anyway. They stopped and honked, and she made it to the other side walk.

She looked back to see Cynthia, followed by the rest of the runners, stop on the other side. She knew they wouldn't cross, almost no one broke rules in this world. The other girls crowded around Cynthia, and she suddenly realized she was now standing in a busy street in an exposed messy diaper, looked down and shouted. One of the teachers grabbed her hand and began to lead her away as she pleaded and pointed toward Jessica.

Jessica shook her head. Poor girl. She walked down the the street, around a corner, and out of view.

Eventually she found what she was looking for. An office building had a sign reading "Help Wanted, Apply Inside. Details Online." There was a website listed underneath. Jessica opened the door and walked into a giant lobby. The floors were marbled in dark red and black, and golden pots held plants along the edges. Whatever they did here, they made a lot of money. Jessica walked toward a massive desk in the center of the room.

"Hello, I'm here to apply for the job being listed" She said to the smiling secretary.

"Alright, which job would that be?"

"Uhhh," Jessica paused. The sign didn't give any information. "The one listed on the sign there." She pointed.

The secretary looked over her Jessica's shoulder at the sign. "Yes," she nodded slowly, as if confused. "And that website would lead you to a list of fifteen jobs. Which one were you looking at?"

Jessica tried to think. She didn't even know what they did here. "The first one."

The secretary looked at her blankly. "You were applying for vice CEO?"

Jessica winced inwardly. However, she knew better then to change her story now. Confidence worked, she had to fake it until she made it. "Yes," she said.

"So you have the required two masters and minimum fifteen years experience? Why don't I recognize you?'

"I mean, really any of the jobs would work." Jessica winced again. Bad line.

The secretary nodded. "Alright. Whats your name?"

Jessica tried to think and wished she had thought this through earlier. "Cynthia," she said.

"Cynthia what?"

"Cynthia... Michael." It was the first name that came to her head, and she thought of the man being spanked earlier that day.

"I see. Any relation to Jordan Michael, CEO of Rike Shoes?"

"Yes! He's my cousin." The name sounded familiar. Jessica hoped she wouldn't check, and if she did, she'd claim she misheard. It was always good to make them think you had a connection.

"I see. Well I'll let you in to speak with someone, and they will take care of you." She began typing into her computer.

"Is there a bathroom nearby?" Jessica asked. It was one of the things she hadn't been allowed to do for years, and she had began to feel pressure.

The secretary looked at her face, then down at her waist. "Of course. If you have your proof of full training, that is."

Jessica pretended to check her pockets. "I must have left it at home. I think my secretary put it in the wrong purse."

"I see. We'll then, I'm sorry but you'll have to hold it. Since you've gone through the tests that should be no problem of course."

"Of course."

The secretary went back to typing on her computer, and after a moment she pointed down the hall. "Third door please, Mr. Owen's office."

Jessica went by her, knocked on the third door and was told to come in. She walked into a small, brown office, filled with book shelves, a broad desk and a single chair. The person at the desk, a dark haired man in a suit, pointed to the spare chair. She she sat down. On the bookself beside her she noticed a series of children's books, followed by toy made of small metal bars with colorful beds on them. She looked nervously at it.

"So, Cynthia Michael, cousin of Jordan Micheal?"

"Yes," she nodded.

"And you are applying for any job, in particular the vice CEO?"

Jessica made herself match his smile. "Yes." It was a long shot, but she figured if she got the job, that itself would be a success. If not, she'd just move on and try elsewhere. Always aim for the top, she told herself. It worked in her other life, why not here?

"And you are fully trained?"

"Of course."

"I see. Where did you do your masters?"

Jessica searched her mind for any universities she had heard of and came up blank. "Yale and Harvard," she said, hoping they existed in that world too.

"I see. Very impressive."

Jessica sighed in relief.

"And what would your plan be as Vice CEO?

"Well I'd invest in..." She paused.

"Dollies and teddy bears?" he suggested.

"Yes! Of course."

"Both growing markets."

"I know!" she said.

"What about baby bottles and diapers? Those are always needed."

"Yes. Consistent products."

"Yes, like sunshine, lolipops and rainbows? What about nice smiles?"

Jessica began to panic again. "What do you mean?"

"Sunshine Lolipos corp and Rainbows Exporting. Nice Smiles is another fast growing company. Of course, you know all of that, given your experience."

"Yes! Of course."

"Would you like some water?"

"Please."

He walked to a water cooler beside his desk, poured a cup and handed it to her. She hadn't held an actual cup in years, and her hands shook nervously. She tried to drink and spilled some on her shirt.

"Oh, I'm sorry, a bit clumsy," she laughed.

He laughed too. "Of course, you have passed all your athletic tests, right? Including co-ordination?" He put his elbows on his desk and his head in his hands, leaning closely to Jessica.

"Of course." She replied.

"So you aren't too clumsy?"

"No."

He smiled. "Well I'm sure you'll be a great fit. Give me a moment?" He got up to leave.

"Yes. Where are you going?"

"Oh I'm... I'm going to get more people to interview you. Just sit tight, ok?"

He left and locked the door.

Jessica waited. Minutes passed. he began tapping her feet on the ground, then her hands on her knees. She looked at the closed door and wondered what was taking so long, but didn't want to blow her chances by getting up and leaving now. It was a long shot, an odd con, but if it worked there was no way the genie would be able to argue with her. Vice CEO of a major company was a success, now matter how she did it.

More time passed. She began to feel her bladder ache. She wasn't used to holding anything in anymore, and she didn't know how long she'd last.

She looked around the office. It was strangely small for someone taking interviews for such a high position. Perhaps it wasn't really his office, and just where they took in applicants? Perhaps it was only for the first layer of interviews?

She realized she hand't asked what his position was, and didn't even know what the company did. She began looking at the books on the shelves, looking for clues.

"Thinkers, Slower and Faster," "The Development of the Mind," "Emotional Intelligence." He seemed to be some kind of psychiatrist. Why was he doing the interviews?

Her bladder began to ache again. She got up and went to the door. To her surprise, the handle refused to turn, and she realized it was locked.

Was this some kind of trap? A kidnapping? She tried to fight back the panic. No, she told herself. It must be a mistake. An automatic lock as he left.

She banged on it. "Hello? Anyone out there?"

The door opened slightly. Mr Owen poked his head in, and Jessica was suprised he was so close outside. "Yes?" he said.

"I need to go to the bahtroom," she said.

He looked at her quizzically. "You need to take a bath? Why?" he asked.

"I mean the toilet!"

He nodded. "I see. And you've passed all your training levels for that, right? No more diapers for you?"

"Yes!"

He nodded again. "I see. Well, there will be more help in a minute. Just hang tight.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Nov 9, 2019 at 3:45 AM
Content: She sat back down and waited patiently. After a few more minutes there were footsteps outside. SHe looked over happily as the door opened. To her horror, Dr. Jeffreyson walked in, followed immediately by Marianne. They both looked angrily at her.

"What!? What's going on!?" Jessica shouted, looking from them to Mr. Owen.

"Did you really think this would work?" the doctor asked.

"I... How did..."

"How did what? Marianne went out the window, got her phone and put in a missing toddler level report, as she should. The report from the students in the park helped narrow it down."

Jessica looked at Mr. Owen. "How did you know?"

"Really?" he replied. "I'm a trained caretaker and tester, not an interviewer. You clearly had no idea what was going on. No one applies for a job the way you did, no one would just say 'any job' and ask to be Vice CEO, no one would 'forget' their proofs, there were no records anywhere of you anywhere, and "Micheal" isn't a last name. The secretary made up "Jordan Micheal of Rike Shoes" as a test, and when you went for it, she contacted me and sent a message to the authorities. I wanted to speak to you myself, and it was pretty clear you were at a low level. You failed basically every test I gave you."

"So, those questions weren't real?"

"No. 'Sunshine Lolipops" isn't a real company, silly, and we wouldn't be investing in dollies and teddy bears. You were very cute though, I'm going to be showing that video for a while. Nice try with the cup though, almost made it." He took out a remote control and hit a button. The back wall turned into a telivision, showing a video of her walking into the building.

Jessica then saw it as they did. Her, walking in, clearly lying to the secretary. Agreeing to all the silly things Mr. Owen said and spilling her water. Her staring at the toys and children's books on his shelves. All of them laughing and snickering whenever she turned around. She really did look like a child pretending to be a grown up, and she began to cry.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I was just trying to," she was cut off by a pacifier, and Dr. Jeffreyson hugged her. "I know. I know what you were trying to do, but you have to realize we have these rules for your own good. How many did you break today? Locking Marianne in the bathroom, stealing clothes and money, running away, lying how many times?" He shook his head. "It isn't'' good Jessica."

She nodded. "We will help you get better, and find something for you. But for now. Marianne?"

Jessica gulped as Marianne walked toward her, grabbed her wrist, sat down and pulled her over her lap. She didn't struggle as the spanking began. The pain mounted, and she felt herself wet the pants she had tried so desperately to earn.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Nov 12, 2019 at 12:37 AM
Content: Humbled, Jessica leaned back in the seat and tried to hide, but did nothing to fit. The seat kept moving forward. Others passed by, giggling at the grown woman being pushed in a stroller.

The school came into view and got nearer. They got closer to it, but at the last minute, turned away. Jessica stared longingly at the school she once saw as an insult to be in and now saw as outside her reach. She looked forward toward her future, in the nursery. Words she had heard repeated over and over came back to her.

She went inside, and the staffed gushed over her. They didn't talk to her, just made cooing noises and talked to Marianne and the doctor. Jessica ignored them, she really didn't want to know what they were saying about her.

"Come on little one!" the nurse said. She reached down and helped Jessica out of the stroller.

They took her to a changing table, lifted her up and lay her down. They removed the diaper she was wearing, though it was still clean. Jessica closed her eyes and tried not to cry. Her legs were lifted up brought back down onto a much thicker pad. At any other level she'd have been asked to lift her legs herself, but now even that courtesy wasn't extended. and she felt it lifted up and taped snugly onto her. She looked down at something she wished she never had to see. While the other diapers had four tapes, these only had one large tape per each, as she wasn't expected to walk much. It had wide baby blue stripes on each side, and the middle was covered with cartoon animals, each wearing full print diapers themselves. The padding, aside from being thicker then the last, was far more awkward, and forced her legs apart and up in an odd cradled position. Memories came back to her of the warning she had so often received- once you were put back in full baby diapers, you almost never came out. She pulled long yellow striped stockings up to her knees and stood her up. The nurse lifted her arms up and pulled a bright yellow t shirt decorated with cartoon characters she didn't recognize over her head. She looked questioningly at it.

"Oh, don't worry sweetie. I know they were showing you big girl cartoons before, you'll know those ones soon enough," she said as she tied a bonnet under Jessica's chin, matching the shirt both in its bright color and infantile design. While before she had her hair tied in pigtails- bad enough on their own- now her hair was cut shorter and pulled under a baby's bonnet. She was told they could grow it out longer later, but her re-introduction to the nursery required her losing her 'big girl' pigtails. She growled at the ridiculousness of it all. It seemed every time she got used to one level of humiliating initialization, they found another, lower level to bring her down too. Now she wasn't even allowed the curtesy of having her diaper covered, and was left in just the bonnet, shirt, socks, and diaper. She had once been told that 'babies in the nursery had them uncovered because they needed constant diaper checks.' That was long before she ever imagined she'd end up in the same position.

"There is a good baby! What a cute little baby you are!" the nurse said. Though she was younger then Jessica, according to the rules of this land, Jessica really was just a baby. "Oh, almost forgot." She grabbed Jessica's shoulders and turned her around. She forced her to bend over, pulled down her diaper, and inserted something into her from behind. Jessica yelped and stood back up. The nurse pulled her diaper back to her waist.

The nurse padded Jessica's behind. "Just a little medical suppository to help you stay healthy, since we can't give you regular vitamins here. It be too tough for you to chew or swallow them."

Jessica nodded, though she new her agreement, or even understanding, wasn't needed.

"They might upset your stomach, but that's ok. That's what those thick pampers are for!" the nurse giggled.

She sat Jessica on the ground and tickled her under the chin. "Now, we have to get ready for the other babies, so you be a good sweetie and sit here and play, ok?"

She handed Jessica a plastic box with holes, each a different shape, on the sides. She then handed her a pile of blocks that matched the hole's shapes. "Here, why don't you play with this? See if you can be a smart little baby!"

Jessica glared at the infantile toy. It was an insultingly simple puzzle. She picked up one of the blocks, slammed it on the box, and threw it away. She folded her arms and sat in a huff.

"Oh, thats ok sweetie. Don't pout! This is one of the tougher ones for the smart babies, we'll see if we can get you something simpler!" the nurse said. She looked at another, younger nurse, who scribbled something on a pad of paper.

A few minutes later another nurse came by and picked Jessica up off the ground and set her on her feet and held her tight as she walked. Jessica hated how the now ridiculously thick diapers made her waddle, and hated even more how they acted as if they needed to hold her up.

Jessica stumbled. The wide stanced waddle felt awkward and was hard to keep up. The nurse, however, didn't seem to acknowledge this. Once again she looked at another nurse who scribbled something down. She patted Jessica's bottom. "That's ok sweetie. I know staying up can be hard, even with someone holding you up. We'll see if we can get you a walker."

Jessica knew better then to argue.

She was led, wearing only her shirt, diaper, bonnet and socks, toward the window. Jessica shook her head and tried to pull back, but the nurse kept going.

The nurse smacked her bottom hard. "Stop being a fussy baby! Just because your a full baby now doesn't mean we can't spank you, and we have extra paddles for the bigger Never Grow Olds like you." She pushed a pacifier into Jessica's mouth, and Jessica gave up fighting, knowing there was no chance.

She lifted her and sat her in a rocker facing outside, then buckled her in. It was a big, blue, soft seat that managed to envelope her entire body, crunched up as she was, and the straps left little room to escape. All her wiggling achieved was to make it bounce and play silly music. Plastic toys hung over her head and rotated slowly. Lower down, the plastic under the soft cloth cover crinkled, waiting to protect the chair from her expected wettings.

"Now you sit tight until its play time, ok? We need to take care of more babies coming in."

Jessica looked desperately after her. Where she sat she'd be fully exposed to anyone walking by, including the entire school as they went in for the day. Dressed as she was, in her full baby diapers and nursery outfit, would make her unquestionably lower then anyone there. Worse still, the suppository was beginning to do its job, and she felt her stomach rumble.

"Is that really her?" one of the other nurses giggled.

"Yes, really. Watch."

Jessica could see the reflection in the window. They were crowded around a phone. Jessica knew what they were watching, even before her own voice confirmed it.

"Yes... Cynthia Michael," she heard herself say. She had seen the video a few times, it had gone viral under the title "Toddler Level Applies for Job," with her actions accompanied by mocking, silly music. At least most of the comments decided she was cute.

People began to pass by, and the yard began to fill up. People stopped and gawked at the grown woman in a baby's clothes, tied helplessly in a rocker. Jessica tried not to look at them, or at her own, humiliating reflection in the glare of the window. More and more people passed. Some took out cameras and pointed at her. She knew they were either looking at the video of her most recent failure, or just taking pictures. Neither was good.

She saw something else. Another pair of men were walking by. She recognized them as Micheal and Bill, the couple she had seen on the weekend, and again oh so long before. She remembered when she saw Michael diapered and sucking his pacifier, to be sent back to a pre school. Now he was there, in a suit, and walking out of arms reach of his caretaker.

He stopped and looked toward her. Their eyes met, and she could see the pacifier in his mouth. A rope extended from him, and Jessica realized he wasn't walking free, he was on a leash held by Bill. It tightened, and he walked away along. Jessica sighed.

There were multiple ways to be tested in this world, and different kinds of successes and failures. Michael had found one at least, but she was still there, having moved so much further back in the same amount of time. She relaxed and didn't even fight as she felt herself use her diaper, much to the amusement of the onlookers. Funny, she thought. She had been told that the uncovered diapers were so that she'd be checked and changed quickly, but now all the nurses were busy as dozens of others came by to gawk.

The world hadn't ended yet, and she hadn't gone back to the genie to see the end of the bet. Perhaps there was still a way to succeed in this world.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 11, 2020 at 1:06 AM
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GRUMPY1962 said:

i enjoyed this story alot. it show how someone with supposed talents could easily blow it royally out of there comfort environment especially how her situation is. its GREAT for knocking the inflated ego down a few pegs too. i hope the writer continues this,maybe sends her back to her home planet with no bladder/bowel control at all,then what will daddy to to her.?

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haha
well the next part will be soon, and you'll see what happens to her

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 18, 2020 at 12:38 PM
Content: Jessica lounged on the ground, lazily piling blocks into towers and knocking them back down. It passed the time slowly, but it was better then nothing.

"No, see? If you don't hit them, they can stay up longer! Now you try!" the sickeningly sweet voice of Valerie, her current caretaker, said. She bent down beside Jessica and piled some of the blocks to demonstrate. Jessica glared at her. She patted Jessica's head, then moved on.

Jessica would have said something, but she knew it wouldn't have gotten her anywhere. With her pacifier in her mouth, any arguing would only end with corner times. Even if they listened to her, the only result would be them smiling and nodding, patting her head for being a good baby and sharing her ideas, then leaving things exactly as they were while giggling about it behind her back. Jessica remembered watching a movie where a man was being tricked into an insane asylum and realized that once he was in there was no way out, because any argument he didn't belong there would just sound like more signs of mental illness. Well, here it was the same, except instead of sounding crazy, any of her arguments were treated like the babbling of a baby. She could wax poetic as long as she wanted, and they'd pat her head, give her a teddy bear, and wonder if her whining meant she wanted a bottle or a diaper change. Never would they consider it a reason for her to get out.

The "here" she wanted out of was the same nursery she'd been in almost every school day now for... months? Years? She couldn't tell. It was where she stayed when she wasn't at home, sleeping in a crib and crawling around a playpen. It was good for her, they said, a place to be with people her own "age." "Assigned age" might be more accurate, "level" was what they called it. The actual age of the people she was meant to be on level with made her shudder.

"OOO GAA."

Jessica looked to her left where a baby- an actual baby- was crawling toward her. The room was full of them, ranging from the smallest newborns to toddlers taking their first steps. They all seemed perfectly at home in the massive nursery. Painted in bright rainbow colors and cartoon characters, and filled with cribs, high chairs, rockers and stuffed animals, with nurses walking around feeding bottles to the babies, it was perfectly suited for the intended residents. In this world, that included Jessica. Each of the babies, as well as Jessica, were dressed in simple t-shirts, exposed diapers, and bonnets, a fact that put Jessica uncomfortably close to their level. She sat up, hoping to at get some height on them.

A nurse was coming around checking diapers, tapping each baby on the back panel and front before opening them to check inside. Jessica closed her eyes and prayed she'd avoid her.

"AH!" she gasped as a cold hand opened her diaper and the other pushed her forward. She bit down hard on her pacifier. Watching the nurse go from infant to infant then arrive at Jessica and treat her in exactly the same way always got to her, no matter how long she spent in this bizarre world.

"All clean!" the nurse proclaimed, giving her a congratulatory pat on the head. She looked at the baby beside her. "Why don't you play with little Melly? I bet you two would get a long. I saw you trying to talk to Mark earlier, but he's almost a toddler, so he's a bit too advanced for you."

Jessica could have cried. The person in question, Mark, had come up to ask her why someone her size was still in diapers and in the nursery. She tried to look away and ignore him, and was punished for being anti-social.

"Are you still having trouble with those blocks?" the nurse asked. "Here, play with these." She handed Jessica and Melly identical stuffed rabbits. Melly cooed over it and began biting its ear. "See? She's got the hang of it. You two have fun, I have more diapers to check."

Jessica grunted. She grabbed the rabbit by the head and threw it on the ground in front of her. She immediately knew she would regret it, bu

"Jessica! That is now how we play with our toys!" the nurse said, returning. She picked up the rabbit and handed it back to her. "See? Even Melly gets it." Melly was making the rabbit bounce accross the ground. "Honestly I don't know what to do with you. Come here."

She grabbed Jessica by the wrist and pulled her up. "MMM MMM!" Jessica shook her head, pigtails flying, as she was dragged toward the spanking bench. "No!" She said finally, and again winced as she realized she had broken another rule.

The nurse rounded on Jessica and put a finger in her face. "Now. First of all, we don't throw toys. Next, we don't argue with grown ups. Then, we don't speak with pacis in our mouths. Finally, if you can't walk, we can restrict you to crawling again. Want that?"

Jessica shook her head.

"How many strikes is that?"

Jessica held up three fingers. She wasn't expected to use numbers, the nurses used fingers when talking to her.

The nurse rolled her eyes. "No, this many." She held up four. Jessica winced, she hadn't counted the pulling as a strike since the nurse treated it as a mistake, but she could tell the nurse took it as her not counting properly. "For that, forty spanks, then corner time. Come on."

"MMMM MMM!" Jessica whined as she was dragged to the spanking bench. A heavy wooden chair with no sides, it was made specifically to accommodate one adult with another hung over their lap, and was used almost exclusively for Jessica. Of all the things they decided she wasn't too small for, they still considered her big enough to take a mature number of spanks.

The nurse say down and pulled Jessica over. She didn't resist, it was a position she was all to used to, and knew better then to fight back.

"EEEP!" Jessica shouted. The first smack barely made an impact, but she knew it was getting worse. They always kept her diapers on now for spankings, not expecting her to be mature enough to control herself even that long, but after the first few spanks, she barely noticed the extra protection. The pain began to mount, and Jessica began to cry.

It was almost daily now they had some reason to spank her. The other day she had dropped a bottle when they unexpectedly decided to let her hold it on her own making it spill- a mistake they wouldn't be making again, they told her. The day before she had sat right down after the diaper checker informed her she was messy, after they had told her she could try keeping it safe after being checked so she didn't make more work for the changer. Aside from that, there were tantrums, arguing, not getting along with her 'equals,' the list went on.

The spanking was nearing its end, and Jessica was sobbing openly. It came almost naturally now, she had long since given up hiding her tears during punishments. The nurse picked her up and sat her on her lap. She stroked Jessica's back and rocked her to calm her crying.

"Honestly, I don't know what we are going to do with you. You just don't seem to be learning! Even with just the time you've been here, you should be approaching toddler level, but you seem to be falling even further back."

Jessica sobbed again, and the nurse wiped her tears.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we'll think of something. There is a place for everyone here. Maybe they are right about you."

Jessica looked up at her, question in her eyes.

The nurse saw the look and patted her head. "Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about. Just grown ups talking."

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 18, 2020 at 12:39 PM
Content: (Coming down to the end now, this is actually the first part of the final chapter. Only way it wouldn't be is if I decide to do a side story in the same universe, probably around Bill and Michael. Any comments or critiques are appreciated)

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 19, 2020 at 4:02 AM
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kerry said:

Oh dear! There is something even lower?

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OOOHHH I promise there are PLENTY of lower positions I could have her in. If you're wondering what those are and if she'll end up in them.... you'll have to wait and see

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 21, 2020 at 7:28 PM
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Pika123 said:

Another great chapter! Can't wait for the next part!

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Thanks! It will be up today!

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 22, 2020 at 12:51 AM
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The nursery was empty except for Jessica and a few of the nurses. She knew it was outside the normal hours she was expected to be there, though she had no idea why. She wasn't expected to be able to tell time and was never told what was going on. Even if the plans concerned her, the best she could get was piecing it together from 'adults' who spoke about her as if she wasn't there.

She sat cross legged on the floor, being watched by a single nurse who smiled at her whenever she looked over. The toys were all piled away, none were within reach of Jessica. That in itself was odd, normally she was given some kind of toy that was intended to 'improve' her capabilities, or at least entertain her at her expected age.

She looked back at the nurse again and considered asking, but thought better of it. The pacifier in her mouth was still a solid clue she wasn't expected to talk, so she tried to guess what was happening on her own. Her outfit- a plain baby blue t shirt, exposed nursery printed diaper with her 'favorite cartoon characters' on them, soft pink booties and mittens, with her hair in the usual ribbon-bowed pigtails, was the sort of thing she wore at home or in stroller walks, but not the usual nursery uniform. Whatever she was here for, it wasn't the nursery level 'classes' she took on school days. She shook her head. The lack of other babies- ACTUAL babies, she corrected herself- told her that anyway. After all, it wasn't a school day, it was... What was it again? What were the days of the week here? Jessica couldn't remember, and swore at herself.

"Its ok dear, it will make sense in a moment," the nurse said, deciphering Jessica's confused glances. "Someone very special is coming in who is going to be your new caretaker, and we are going to start something new! Isn't that exciting!"

Part of Jessica wanted to role her eyes, but instead she smiled and nodded her thanks. It was more information then she usually got from adults who half the time seemed unsure if she could even speak properly. She had gone through several caretakers since she was demoted to the nursery under Becky's reign. Most had followed a basic routine. Make sure she got to the nursery alright, check on her from time to time, monitor her progress or lack thereof, and leave most of the work to the nurses. They'd change her diapers a few times, fed her, play with her, show her off to their friends, give her a failing grade and get their credit and move on as she stayed in the nursery. It was a pattern she was used to, and didn't worry about.

The door opened, and Jessica's mouth followed suite. THAT was unexpected.

"Hey baby girl!" Marianne said, putting her hands on her knees and leaning over her.

"Wha..what are you doing here?" Jessica said as her pacifier fell out of her gaping mouth. The answer seemed obvious, but she didn't want to accept it.

"I'm your new caretaker silly! And I'll be spending a lot more time with you then those other ones since your such a special littler girl," she ruffled Jessica's hair and smiled.

"What!? Thats not fair! You're younger! You're... you're..."

"Yes silly baby but all of your caretakers have been younger then you for a while. You know that doesn't matter."

"Yes but... but you're... my younger sister!"

"Of course! So I know you better!"

"BUt you're... youre..." Jessica felt tears welling up inside her. She tried to fight it, but he shame and sadness overcame her. This wasn't just anyone, this was Marianne, someone she'd known for years and had once been seen as more mature then. She had watched her graduate from diapers into training pants, then panties, from elementary to high school, college and work, from bottles and being spoon fed to feeding herself, while Jessica struggled and fell back. Now she was hear, respected as an adult, taking care of Jessica as she sat in her diapers suckling pacifiers. She began sniffling, then started balling.

"ITS NOT FAIR!" she cried.

"Awww sweetie!" Marianne came forward and wrapped her in her arms. She sat on the ground, pulled Jessica into her lap, and began rocking her as she stroked her hair.

"Shhh tut tut, its ok. Wheres your paci baby girl?" She took the pacifier that had fallen out of Jessica's mouth and put it back in. "Here, want the teddy? Want Mr. Bear?" She held up a stuff animal and wiggled it in front of Jessica.

Jessica shook her head, but Marianne pushed it toward her, and she cuddled it, finding reluctant comfort in its softness. Marianne continued to rock her in her lap until she stopped crying. She kissed her forehead.

"There, all better?" Marianne cooed, and Jessica nodded.

"Now, since our training before wasn't working for you, we are going to try to do something else, ok?" She poked Jessica's forehead and nose, making her go cross eyed, and giggled. Jessica nodded. "We are going to have a special route for such a special little girl. Its going to be fun, I promise! And then, when you succeed, you can show everyone what a good little baby you are and impress them!"

Jessica nodded, but wondered what it meant. She was going to 'show everyone what a good little baby" she was? How could that be true if she was going to get through training?

Marianne stood up and set her on the ground. She backed up a few steps then leaned forward again with her hands on her knees. "Now, come here baby girl!"

Jessica put a hand on the ground and began to stand up.

"Ah ah ah! That isn't what good babies do! Come here like a baby!"

Jessica began to crawl, making Marianne giggle. "Almost there!" she said. "But not quite!"

Jessica looked at her in puzzlement.

Marianne backed up again. "Try again sweetie!"

Confused, Jessica began crawling. Marianne shook her head, and she stopped, then settled back down on her diaper.

"Good girl!" Marianne said. "That's exactly right! That's what a good little baby does. What else?"

Jessica looked around the room. Still wondering what she was supposed to be doing, she started crawling away from Marianne and toward a toy box.

"Good baby!" Marianne said again. She walked up to Jessica and put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Jessica giggled. She didn't understand what was going on, but after years of failing tests, it was nice to get praised for something.

"Now, whats one plus one?" she asked. "You can speak with your paci because its an adult asking a direct question."

Though the numbers were different in this world, Jessica knew this one. "Two," she lisped through the pacifier.

Marianne shook her head. "Noo noo, that's a grown up's answer. Try again?"

Jessica looked confused.

Marianne smiled. "Its ok, I know its hard for babies to learn these things. Nurse Lucy? Whats one plus one?"

"Two," the nurse smiled.

"See? She's a grown up, with a grown up answer. Now, you, a baby, tries. Whats one plus one?"

Jessica stared. "I don't know," she finally admitted.

"Good baby! What a good little baby!"

Jessica giggled again at the praise. She still didn't understand. Was she meant to get them wrong?

"Now, since your so good at baby math, can you count like a baby?" she asked.

Jessica considered what was happening. For calling her, walking was bad, crawling was better, falling was good and crawling in the wrong direction got her the most praise. For math, the right answer was wrong and not knowing got her praise. So, to get praise again... "One..." she began, and Marianne raised her eyebrows. "Uhh... three, ten, a million?" She tried with a weak smile.

"Yes! Good baby!" Marianne cheered, and Jessica laughed. All the other nurse began clapping. Jessica knew the situation should be humiliating, even more so then being diapered, or even failing past tests. This was them saying she was so far off that the best they could expect from her was to be deliberately wrong and act like she never learned a thing. It SHOULD be humiliating. However, she didn't feel that way. For so long she had tried to be good at anything at all and failed over and over. Now she seemed to be finally winning something, and the feeling was wonderful.

"Now, want a buh-buh?" Marianne asked, holding out a bottle of milk.

"Yeah yeah!" Jessica said, making grabby hands at the bottle, trying to imitate a baby.

"Here you go," Marianne said. She handed the toy to Jessica, who dropped it and spilled the milk on the ground.

"Good baby! Good baby for spilling your milk and dropping the bottle. That's exactly what a baby a baby would do. Hear, let me feed you." She held the bottle to Jessica, who drank as messily as possible and spilled more of the milk on her shirt, earning more praise from Marianne. The bottle emptied quickly, and Jessica belched loudly then laughed. If nothing except acting like a baby would get her praise, then she'd do what she needed to do. Marianne smiled and pattered her back.

Marianne took her by the hand and lead her to the toy box. She took out a colorful plastic box with holes in different geometric shapes on the sides, followed by a series of plastic shapes.

"Now baby girl, this is an educational toy moderated for someone between one and two. Can you figure it out?"

Jessica looked at the toy. She picked up a triangle and began pushing it to the triangle hole.

"MMM MMM!" Marianne shook her head.

Jessica turned the cube to the square and tried to jam the triangle in. She failed, gave up and threw it on the ground, faking a tantrum.

"YES! Good baby! That's exactly what a baby does. That two year old toy is way to hard for a young little baby like you," she ruffled Jessica's hair. "Here, play with these." She began handing Jessica stuffed animals.

"Whats this?" Marianne said, holding up a stuffed elephant.

"Ummmm... a moo cow!"

"Yes! Good baby! And what does a cow say?"

"Meow!"

"Good baby!" Marianne ruffled her hair and handed her the toy. Condescending as it was, Jessica couldn't help but laugh in joy with each head rub.

Jessica began playing with the stuffed animals. Despite herself she had fun, throwing the toys around randomly and running them into each other with no regard for what the animals were supposed to be. This only delighted Marianne further.

Jessica through a cow particularly hard, and it bounced off a wall. She began to crawl toward it, then thought again. Instead, she formed a different plan.

The next part went against everything she was and wanted to be. She had always prided herself on being able to take care of herself. However, she knew she had to succeed, and if doing that meant acting like a baby, she'd be the best baby she would be.

Rather then go after the toy, she sat down, thought of all the times she had failed at tests, and began to scream and cry as loud as she could while pointing at the toy. She whined, and began to feel actual tears coming down her cheeks. TEARS! Over a toy! But she convinced herself she wanted it that badly, and her body reacted accordingly. She looked at Marianne through her tears, then back at the cow.

Marianne walked to the cow, picked it up and took it back. "Aww there you go sweetheart, and your such a good baby for crying and calling for help like that. You're doing so well!"

Jessica giggled and went back to playing. She made the cow 'run' along the ground, then went to her knees and into a crawling position. She felt a loud fart come out into her diaper as she did. She blushed. Years of being banned from the toilet had gotten her used to diapers, and things like that slipped out more and more.

Instead of getting angry, Marianne praised her and patted her diaper. "Good baby! That's exactly what a baby does." She waggled a finger at Jessica. "Remember, I don't want to my new baby ever trying to hold anything in. We used to try to train you to learn to hold it in so you could eventually use the potty, but that was silly of us, wasn't it? Too hard for a baby like you. So, instead, we are going to train you to need your diapers as much as possible. If you ever feel like you need to burp, let out gas, wet or mess your diaper and think you might be able to hold it, I want you to ignore that naughty big girl thought and just go, ok? If it gets itchy you can cry for help, but don't worry. We don't want you to think about trying to notice when you make a stinky diaper, that's for your caretaker."

Jessica stared at her.

"Jessica? Are you holding anything in now?"

Jessica kept staring.

"Push everything Jessica! Day one of your special type of potty training starts now!"

Jessica closed her eyes and pushed everything. She felt herself fart, then something else begin to bulge out in both sides. After a moment, she let out a steady steam into her diaper. She gasped as it expanded beneath her. Then another fart, and to her surprise she felt herself mess her diaper with a series of toots. The familiar, warm feeling of mush packing her bottom returned, and she shivered.

"Good baby!" Marianne all but shouted. "What a good little baby, using your diapers like that! Ohhh I'm so proud of you!"

Jessica smiled at her.

"Now, Jessica, is you diaper messy?"

Jessica understood the game now, and if she need to play it she would. She giggled and shook her head.

"No? You didn't mess your pampers?"

"Mmm mm!" Jessica shook her head again.

"Good baby! That's exactly right!"

"Now," she put a hand on Jessica's bottom and pressed it, pushing her mess into her so she would feel it. Jessica cringed at the feel.

"You can feel its messy, right baby?"

Jessica cringed deeper but didn't respond.

"I'm a grown up and you're a baby, right baby girl?"

Jessica nodded.

"And babies should listen to grown ups?"

Jessica nodded again.

"I smell a stinky diaper, and I think its you. I'm telling you you have a wet and messy diaper, and you can feel it when I push." She pushed again, and Jessica whined. "Now, what do good little babies like you do when you have a messy diaper and want a change?"

Jessica thought for a moment. What do babies do when they want a diaper change? She pushed her head back and began crying again. She realized how ridiculous she looked, sitting in a full diaper, crying because she wanted a 'grown up' to change her. If THAT wasn't baby-ish, she didn't know what was.

"Good baby!" Marianne said. "What a good little baby! I can't believe how well you are doing. Now, lets get you changed."

Marianne picked up the crying Jessica, carried her to the changing table and lay her down. Jessica settled into the pads and waited.

"Here, play with this while I clean you," Marianne said, and handed Jessica a toy. She untaped her diaper and opened it up, then waved a hand in front of her nose. "Whew! That's one stinky mess! What a good baby for making it!"

Jessica giggled. She had been punished over and over for this same thing, and now she was being praised, and it felt wonderful.

Marianne began wiping her down. "See? I always knew you'd be good at something. They tried over and over with different things, and sooo many people were almost ready to give up. But you know what? We always find something for everyone, and sometimes people are just good at being silly little babies. And that's you!"

Jessica giggled. It was an awful thing to be called 'good' at, but she only needed one thing to prove that genie wrong. If this was it, then she was happy Marianne was giving her the chance. It would be easy at least. She pointed at her pacifier, hoping to speak.

"Yes baby girl, what is it?"

"Thank you Marianne," Jessica said.

Marianne laughed. "No no silly. Marianne is the name grown ups call me. That's too hard for babies to say. You can call me Mary."

Jessica's eyes went wide. "Ma...ry?" she asked.

"Yes! That's the name little babies like you call me."

Mary. The name brought back memories long since buried, from another life long ago. She remembered thinking Marianne seemed familiar, but with the name and age difference she never drew the connection. She never related the little girl she had first met, years younger then her, to the older, frumpy house keeper who had all but raised her but now... In her late 20s, with the actual name, it was undeniable.

"Marianne" from this world was "Mary" from hers, born a different year and different circumstances. She had always prided herself on her success over others, how she succeeded and others failed. Having someone older then her work for her had always seemed the ultimate proof, and she had even said so to the genie.

Now, here was the proof against. A different circumstance, different judgement, and there she was, far beneath someone younger then her.

Could it have been the same in her world? If they had both been born to similar families, would she have ended up working for her "Mary?" She looked up at her- intelligent, hard working, friendly... someone who could do well with the right backing, and she ended up working a punishing job for Jessica. But now here she was, changing Jessica's diaper.

Jessica thought back on their relationship in the other world. It wasn't that much different, really. She HAD changed Jessica's diapers even, albeit in a different circumstance. She had taken care of her for most of her life, raised her, taught her a lot... the only difference is Jessica had looked down on her before, and up to her now. All that abuse, all that time dismissing her, and now Jessica saw how much she owed to her.

She had to succeed somehow. If being Mary's 'baby' was the only way, she'd do it.

She looked back at Mary with a different kind of tears forming in her eyes. "Thank you Mary," she said.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 24, 2020 at 10:54 PM
Content: Jessica sat, strapped safely in her stroller, gleefully playing with her stuffed rabbit, Mr. Bun. She held it in front of her face, twisting its arms and ears back and forth, then pulled it into her chest to hug it.

A man and a woman, both in what Mary called "grown up weekend clothes", were walking down the path in front of her. They were covering their mouths and giggling as they pointed at her. Jessica smiled and waved at them. She would have called out, but she had her pacifier in her mouth and it felt to good to open.

The couple burst out laughing and waved back. "Hi baby girl! Having fun with your teddy?" the man asked, and the woman nudged him in the chest saying "shhhh."

Mary spoke from behind the stroller. "No, its ok, she likes being a good baby now."

"Aww what a good baby girl! So cute!" The woman said. They both coached over Jessica. Jessica smiled as they pinched her cheeks and rubbed her head.

Mary continued pushing the stroller. They were going down a cement path through a wooded park. Jessica thought she remembered the park from a time long ago. She recalled being asked to change someone here and running away, then trying to find a job. It all seemed so silly to her now.

She waved at another couple, who smiled and waved back. Jessica giggled. She loved how everyone who passed her smiled and laughed. It was nice to know she spread joy, and Mary said its because they loved how cute she looked in her diapers and adorable baby outfits. She looked down at her outfit now. It was a green dress with a a bow around the waist and thin straps over her shoulders and a white shirt with frilly cuffs. It came with a matching green bonnet and ribbons to keep her hair in proper pigtails, and evens said "baby" across the chest and had a brown teddy on it, which she loved. Better yet, her skirt was short enough to show off her pretty diapers, decorated with her favorite cartoon characters, and she had nothing else below it but her knee length socks and patent leather shoes. Mary said it was so it was easier to check her diapers, but Jessica liked that she could look at the cartoon characters whenever she wanted, and people seemed to point at it a lot when they giggled at her, so she assumed they thought it was cute too.

Approaching footsteps took her out of her thoughts. A group of students in shorts, immediately followed by another group in plain white diapers, were running toward her. Jessica remembered the uniforms from her time in high school, but instantly pushed the memories out of her head as 'naughty grown up thoughts', and not befitting a good baby like her. Instead, she accepted them as actual grown ups, more mature then she is, and accomplishing something well beyond her. She smiled and waved, and, remembering her thoughts about her diapers and how people smiled at them, she held up her skirt.

The students all began laughing as they ran. They waved back at her. "Hiii baby!" they shouted together, then laughed. Jessica laughed back and waved. She watched as they went behind her, admiring the thin, plain white cloth of their diapers, and impressed that they were mature enough to last so long in them. She couldn't fathom doing that and not leaking, or being able to tell when to go to the potty.

She settled back into her stroller and decided to go back to playing with her rabbit. However, when she looked at her hand, it was empty. She gasped, feeling her heart flutter. Frantically she began looking around the sides of her stroller. It was gone! She tried to think. She was playing with it in her hands, then people came by, she was waving at people, then it was gone. She tried to think of where it might have gone, but trying to make connections became difficult, so she pushed it out of her mind. She looked around again, getting worried, and felt tears forming.

She sat back down, put her head back and balled. She shouted and cried, waving her hands around.

The stroller stopped, and Mary came running around the front. She was also dressed in 'grown up work clothes'- a light colored three piece suit, with a short jacket, low cut shirt and tight dress pants.

"Whats wrong sweetie?" she asked. "Are you ok?"

"My bunny!" she cried, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Oh!" Mary said. She stood up and looked back. "There it is!" She ran behind the stroller as Jessica kept crying, then back, holding the rabbit. "You dropped it on the path as you were waving silly!"

She rubbed Jessica's head. Jessica smiled and laughed, then cuddled the rabbit closely, promising it she wouldn't drop it again, and kissed it. She put her pacifier back in her mouth, realizing it must have dropped as she cried, and went back to playing with it.

Mary lifted Jessica's skirt and sniffed. She waved a hand in front of her nose. "Whew! Someone's got a stinky diaper! Don't worry sweetie, we'll be stopping soon and we'll be a bit early for the meeting, so I can change you on one of the changing tables."

Jessica looked at her questioningly. She looked down at her diaper and sniffed. Something DID smell bad, and she supposed it could be her diapers. She wiggled her bottom, and cringed. She recognized the feel of a full diaper, and realized Mary must have been right. She decided that she might have filled it when she was leaning out of the stroller to wave, or perhaps later when she was crying over her bunny. It amazed her how Mary was able to tell so quickly.

The stroller stopped soon, and Mary walked in front. She carried a Jessica's diaper bag and a blanket, and Jessica watched her lay the blanket. She lay her down on the table. She came back, unbuckled Jessica, and carried her out toward the table.

"Uggh baby. You know normally stinky little girls who need their diapers changed are a bit lighter."

Jessica frowned at the comment, and Mary poked her nose and laughed.

"I'm just teasing. You're a good stinky little girl. In fact I think you're the best stinky little girl!" Jessica giggled as Mary tickled her ribs. "Now, lets get your butt changed."

She untapped the diaper. Jessica shivered first at the cold air, then the feel of the wipes. After a moment of watching, she lost interest in watching the grown up skills that followed. Instead, she held Mr. Bun in above her head and went back to playing.

"Now now, keep your shoulders down," Mary said, and pushed her shoulders down.

Jessica hmphed at being taken out of her clothes. If she didn't want her to wiggle, she should tie her down. Normally they did in bathrooms, and she realized the picnic table was different, but didn't see why that would matter.

"Mom, why is that big girl getting a diaper change" a high pitched voice said.

Jessica looked at it to see a young boy pulling at his mother's hand and pointing at her.

"She's a never grow up. That means she didn't pass any of her tests and she's going to be like a baby forever. Its alright, you're already past that. She is cute though, isn't she?"

"Yeah," he said. Jessica smiled at the compliment and waved, and they both waved back. She then went back to playing with her toys.

"Lift your butt up!" Mary said, and Jessica did her part to help as she pulled her ankles into the air. She lay a diaper under her bottom, and put her back down. Jessica smiled as the warm padding was wrapped and tapped back around her. She cooed, luxuriating in the warm feeling, hugged her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth.

Mary laughed and patted her bottom. "Aww like those diapies? Your such a cute baby."

Jessica giggled and held her legs tighter. Mary gasped and her eyes went wide.

"Jessica!" she said, with mock shock. She patted her bottom harder. "Again? I just changed you?"

Jessica looked at her questioningly, and she laughed.

"Don't worry about it. We only brought the one spare diaper, so that will have to do until we are home, but I think they are thick enough to last. Good thing we keep you in the thickest printed baby diapers, eh?" She patted her again, then picked her up and set her on her lap. Jessica noticed a squish as she settled down, which she figured might have been what Mary meant. The train of thought ended quickly though as Jessica popped a bottle in her mouth, and Jessica closed her eyes and began drinking as she was rocked.

More footsteps came up, and Mary said something to a pair of men in suits. Their suits were similar to Mary's, though without the cut in the shirt.

"Hello Marianne, is this her?"

"Yes! Just give me a second," Mary replied.

Mary took her off her lap. She lay the blanket on the grass and took Jessica's pink harness and leash out of the diaper bag. She put the harness over Jessica's shoulders and buckled it behind her back, then tied the leash to the table so Jessica was stuck on the blanket. "Ok baby girl, grown ups are talking. Play with your rabbit and toys and have fun until we are done, ok?" She dropped a few blocks on the blanket.

Jessica nodded. She was grateful for the offer, grown up talk was normally boring and difficult to understand anyway. The droned on and on. Occasionally she would hear her name and look up, but she'd get lost again and go back to Mr. Bun and her blocks.

A while past. It was hard for Jessica to tell time, especially when she was distracted by her toys. However, she knew they must be done, because Mary unlocked her leash and carried her onto her lap.

The two men were still sitting across from her, and between them was a pile of papers.

"See this Jessica?" she pointed to a line on the papers.

Jessica nodded.

"We need you to sign here."

Jessica looked at her puzzled.

"Do you know what this form means?"

She shook her head. Reading was hard adult work.

"Of course I know that," she laughed. "These symbols make a contract. You know what that means?"

She shook her head again.

"Its an agreement. What this means is that you are going to become the new spokesbaby and model for the Fun-At-All-Sizes Company. See, they are a company that makes things for special people like you, who can't handle grown up things. That means they make diapers, toys, books, clothes and furniture sized for bigger babies. In fact, they made those cute little diapers you are wearing now!"

She pointed at the diaper, and Jessica giggled. She liked the diapers she was wearing, they were comfy and had cute drawings on them.

"They made your stroller and high chair too. So, you are going to get to travel all over the world, showing off your cute pampered bum and onesies, getting your picture taken, and meeting all sorts of cute big babies like you! You'll get to be in magazines and show everyone what a special little girl you are! You'll even represent other babies to everyone! Isn't that fun!" She began tickling Jessica, who laughed.

"So," she took Jessica's hand and covered one of her fingers in ink. "Just make a mark on this line, and you'll get it all! Your picture everywhere, people smiling and cheering you, and all the attention you want!"

Jessica smiled and looked at the paperwork. What did she mean attention?

She heard more giggling behind her, and saw more people pointing and laughing at her. Suddenly she didn't feel like laughing with them. They were laughing AT her, not with her. She looked down at her outfit. The ridiculous dress with the humiliating label, the pacifier, DIAPERS, and used ones at that.

"No," she said, not caring as the pacifier dropped. The idea of it came was terrifying. Not just people around her laughing, not just one city and people she knew, but the entire world seeing her, playing with toys, in soaked diapers? That was supposed to be a good thing?

"What?" Mary asked.

She shook her head and tried to push herself off Mary's lap. "No!" she said again. She couldn't do it. Memories of years of her past successes, followed by years of humiliation came back. None would compare to this. The entire world would see her shame, her failure.

"Jessica, this is a way for you to really help."

"No! I want down Marianne!" Jessica shouted. She knew it might help people in her situation, but it was too much to ask. She would be a joke! They didn't want a spokesperson, they wanted a mascot, a play thing to wear silly costumes.

"Why did you call me...Nevermind. Jessica, we can support you. We can let you spend your time playing and keep you fed and clothed. But don't you want to contribute something too? This is your way to do it! Its perfect for you, and it might be your last chance to really pass a test and succeed."

"No! I don't want it!" Jessica shouted.

She began struggling, trying to push her way out of Marianne's lap and tear off the silly dress. A moment later she realized she'd be naked except for her diapers without it, and tried instead to pull her skirt down. Marianne tried to settle her down. She squirmed even more frantically, wanting out of the situation, and Marianne began to scold her and spank her, while apologizing to the men.

Except... where were the men? They began to look blurry. Jessica looked around. The trees were fading, and the people that were walking around the park disappeared. Soon even Mary began to get hard to focus on. The entire world went foggy, and Jessica felt like she was floating.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 30, 2020 at 12:27 AM
Content: "Wow." A familiar voice said.

"YOU!" Jessica shouted.

"WOOW," he said again.

"But...""

"WOOOOOOOW,"

Jessica folded her arms angrily. "How dar..."

"WOWWOWWOWWOW."

"THat wasn't a..."

"Don't make me say 'wow' again."

"UGG!" Jessica shouted.

"Well well well, what do we have hear?" a he said.

The genie appeared in the fog in front of her. "If it isn't Miss "I-Could-Totally-Succeed-At-Anything. Funny it didn't work out that way. Hello again, Diaper Girl."

"I... YOU!!! NO!"

"You... Yes I!"

She pointed behind herself. "What was THAT!"

The genie looked over where she was pointing. "That is fog, and behind that the eternal nothingness of non creation."

"What?! I mean that world! That entire scenario! That world! What the hell?"

He turned his head to the side. "What do you mean? It was exactly what you asked for?"

"I didn't ask to spend years and years in DIAPERS! What are you, some kind of pervert?"

The genie mocked anger. "Well now, what an accusation! How dare you! My perversions have nothing to do with this!"

Jessica glared at him. "They had public spankings and bondage as legal punishments, and it was literally full of people in short skirts, tight pants and diapers. How was that NOT a perverse world?"

"Look, we aren't hear to judge."

"I WAS JUDGED FOR LITERALLY EVERYTHING!"

"Yes, as I said. Exactly what you asked for- a chance to be tested. I made a world where you were tested on everything. Your intelligence, fitness, potty training, all of it."

"Yes and..."

"And you failed. First you failed, then you failed again, then you failed harder, then I gave you a chance to succeed at failing and you failed at failing."

"Well that was unfair!"

"Unfair! There was literally nothing else I could do to make you win. I literally had "not mess your pants" as a standard of success, and you failed. Then I made "do mess your pants" as a standard of success, and you SOMEHOW still FAILED. You aren't even medically incontinent you just can't go one day without humiliating yourself."

"Well..."

"Please, please tell me ANYTHING else I could have done to give you a chance." He turned his ear and put a hand to it like a megaphone.

"It was just unfair! People were mean! And made it hard to pass!"

"Everyone had the same tests! You were the only one who kept failing"

"Well," she thought, then snapped her fingers and pointed at him. "Ah ha! What about that bully! Uhh Be.. Beck.. Becka! That was it! She failed me on purpose!"

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "You mean Becky? Remembering names could have been a way to succeed. Literally the most basic, simplest way, but whatever."

"Yes! Her! She bullied me! She threw me into a bucket of diapers and lied about the answers to my test!"

He put his hands to his cheeks and gaped. "Oh my! You had to deal with a bully! Imagine that! Literally no one else in history had to do that! And you had to tell when someone was lying? No ones ever been lied to before!"

"I..."

His voice went from sounding sarcastic to compassionate. "Jessica, dealing with bullies was something you had to be tested on. You never had to do it growing up because you went to private schools and had a father who could sue the pants off of anyone who didn't treat you like a princess. Now you got treated like a different kind of princess. No pants though, you'd have probably ruined those too."

Jessica blushed. "I... I guess so. But what would you have done?"

"Probably remembered that there are video cameras all over that school and ask someone to watch? Or tell a teacher when she wasn't looking? Or stand up and fight? Or realize she was lying to you and study on your own? Like, anything but sit down, cry, and fill your pampers again?"

"But.. but.. Thats not fair..."

"You could also have just talked to someone who remembered your previous meetings. Remember Melanie? Who knew about your fight with Beckie and literally defended you before?"

"I guess..."

"But the entire point was learning to rely on yourself. Instead, you looked for help, relied on others, and blamed others when that didn't work. You assumed everything would be too easy, then gave up and complained when it wasn't. You thought people would love you naturally, and didn't realize you actually had to work to make relationships. You're own pride, arrogance, laziness, and inability to keep going in the face of challenge or learn from past errors meant you ended up making the same mistakes over and over, and became a little baby. Then your pride meant you couldn't even do that properly."

"Meanwhile, Marianne, the woman who worked for you, helped you all your life, only to have you talk down to her, abuse her, then literally compared yourself to and said you were better then, succeed above you in the new world. So you can't just make it anywhere because you are special and awesome, eh?"

Jessica hung her head. "I guess... but that was a twisted world!"

"Yes, and if I may quote you..." he switched to a perfect immitation of her voice. "I could make it in any circumstance."

"Yes but..."

"ANY circumstance!"

"Well..."

"A-N-Y C-I-R-C-U-M-S-T-A-N-C-E. If that didn't include a world where everyone wore diapers and was spanked into their mid twenties, thats your fault for being to vague. Its a contact. Not my fault you gave an obnoxious genie a blank check to control your life."

"Uh, well..." Jessica fidgeted. He was right. In no way did was that world a fair test, but she had agreed. More importantly, there was no way to argue. She sighed. "Fine, you win."

The genie smiled. "Now stink butt, about our deal?"

"I... what.. ummm..."

"I was allowed to make one change to your life."

Jessica began to panic. "Oh god. Please, please no. I'm sorry! I'll do better!"

He waved off her complaints. "Don't worry, it won't be as bad as you think. Now..." He snapped his fingers, and the mist swirled around him.

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 31, 2020 at 10:51 PM
Content: thanks!
And yes I liked that line. I love the idea of the sarcastic genie.
You'll see soon! Probably before the weekend!

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Mar 31, 2020 at 10:51 PM
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Pika123 said:

Love this chapter! Can't wait to see how the cliffhanger plays out!

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thanks!
And yes I liked that line. I love the idea of the sarcastic genie.
You'll see soon! Probably before the weekend!
(sorry the first time it didn't seem to respond to you directly)

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Apr 2, 2020 at 5:46 PM
Content: There was a knock on the door. Jessica got up, looked at the clock, and gasped in shock.

She looked around herself in panic. There was a railing beside her bed. She gasped. She looked down at her blankets. They were pink and covered with flowers.

"No," she said.

She looked at her pyjamas. It was a long onesie, and she noticed the familiar crinkle underneath them. There were stuffed animals lined on a shelf, covered with stuffed animals.

"NO!" she said. "Not this, please genie, not another baby world..."

Mary poked her head in through the door. It was the Mary she used to know, older, and worked for her. However, her face gave a different feeling, and she realized their relationship was different. "What was that Jessica? Something about a baby?"

Jessica shook her head nervously. "Nothing, nevermind."

"Ok. The power turned some of the alarms off, so I knew you'd still be sleeping and decided to wake you. Sorry I'm a bit late."

"I..." the memory of turning on the alarm the night before, something she never did in her old life, came back. "Thank you."

"That's arlight. Do you need help changing your diapers?"

Jessica's throat caught. So she was diapered, she thought.

Mary laughed. "I'm just kidding. Though you know, sometimes I remember back to when you were that little and miss those days. Anyway, I'll have breakfast ready when you are down." She turned on the light and left.

Jessica looked around the room again. There were railings on her bed, but it was decorative, not a crib. The blankets did have flowers, but they were well designed embroidery, not childish prints. A memory came back, and she remembered liking them and buying them- buying them? she never did that before, other people did it for her.- There were stuffed animals on her shelf, but they were mementos, old toys she kept from when she was a child. She looked down at her pyjamas. They were long, but silken and in a deep red color. She remembered buying them, thinking they looked comfortable. She unzipped them, and squeezed her eyes shut.

As she expected, she was wearing a diaper. A wet diaper, at that. She looked at it again. She was wearing one, but it was definitely an adult diaper. No cartoon prints, soft and thin material, and made to look like regular underwear. She remembered buying them, they were the best quality available. That was the difference- in this world she was still rich, successful, on her way to being a CEO, and... incontinent. She'd always been incontinent. She figured it was just like that perverted genie to come up with something like this.

Memories of her life came back. It was almost the exact same life, minus one medical difference. Except... there were other differences. Rather then growing up arrogant and expecting things, she worked hard and earned them. Rather then talking down to people and treating her subordinates as lesser, she was kind and treated them with respect. Rather then surround herself only with people who had to work for her, she made real friends. Rather then just get handed diplomas from respected schools and jobs because of who her family was, she worked her way into top schools with her marks, earned her MBA. She still had money was fast tracked because of her family, but had earned each step.

The result was she was in much the same position, but rather then just being feared, she was respected and even loved. The greatest sign came with that one embarrassing medical issue. In her past life, it would have been used against here. IN this life, the few people who knew and helped her never used it against her and didn't see her differently because of it. Before she thought she was happy because of her wealth and the status handed to her, now she was actually happy because of the people she knew, the relationships she built, and her pride from real, tangible accomplishments.

She got up, changed, and showered. She got a message from Kevin, still an employee but now also a friend who offered to carpool, saying ""There was traffic, and I was unable to get onto your street. Please meet me at the path by Morrin St." It was the same message, but now she knew he sent it feeling comfortable he'd be treated fairly, rather then afraid of her response.

She put on one of her diapers- thankfully far thinner and more like actual underwear when the baby ones she had worn in the other world- and got dressed. As she left her room she noticed something. One of the stuffed animals on the wall had an unmistakable look to it. It was small, blue, had a mustache and beard. She laughed. If the genie wanted to idolize himself on her shelf, she'd let him. She went down the stairs.

Mary, also now a willing employed friend rather then a scared worker, had just put breakfast on the table. "Well hello Jessica! How are you?"

"I'm great! How are you?"

"Oh you know, busy as always. I packed your bag. Almost ready to go?"

Jessica smiled. She had failed all the tests, unfair as they were, but at least learned something. This was a better world, and a chance to really succeed.

"Yes. Thank you Mary," Jessica said. "I mean, really, thank you." She smiled and hugged Mary, and she hugged back.

(That is the end of the main plot, but if there is interest I might write some side stories in the world, likely featuring Michael and Bill, to give some back information on it. I might also write one with Becky's punishment after the cheer leading incident)

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: May 31, 2020 at 6:11 PM
Content: As promised, there is a side story involving Bill and Micheal, linked here: https://www.adisc.org/forum/threads/mad ... en.142939/