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The Election (Chapter 2)
🕑 Added 2020-05-08 16:00:03 +0000 UTCStill quite confused at her old friend’s eagerness to listen to her Mother, Mia followed the other girl up the first floor. She didn’t see anyone around. “Hello?” Mia called out. She heard a bit of giggling from the direction of the bedrooms, but she wasn’t at all prepared for what she found.
Mia let out a sharp gasp as she walked into the bedroom to find Amy sprawled on the floor completely naked except for her socks!
“Oh my god!” Mia yelled out. “What the hell are you doing?”
The only response that Mia got was a sharp swat on the backside from Amy’s Mother who was kneeling over her daughter. “Young Lady! We do not accept that kind of language in this house! You should know better!” Still very much in shock, Mia rubbed her tender butt from the hard smack. She tried to say something in return, but found her words totally caught in her throat as she watched the woman pull out something big, poofy, and white with pink and blue designs across the front of it! “I’m just getting Amy here into her nighttime diaper.”
Mia’s eyes went wide as she looked down at the almost naked girl as her Mother lifted her legs and pulled the poofy garment underneath her bottom. “Her... her nighttime diaper?! What??! Amy you still wear diapers?!”
The Mother chuckled at her words. “Of course she does. Little Amy here is quite the bed wetter. Ain’t that right sweetheart?” Amy’s Mother leaned down and blew a raspberry on her daughter’s stomach which immediately gained a giggle from the naked Amy who’s only response was a small blush and a nod. “Though you haven’t had an accident in a long time.” She said curiously. “Perhaps you’re almost ready to go back to panties full time. Hmmm... we’ll see sweetheart.”
Mia couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Wait till all the kids at school found out about this. Amy will be a laughing stock. Serves her right for being so childish all the time, Mia thought. She just never realized how childish she truly was. Mia reached for her phone to take some photographic evidence, but she realized her phone wasn’t on her. It was still in her bag that Amy’s Mother had taken away to who knows where.
The Mother finished taping up the last of the tabs over her daughter’s crotch and gave it a soft loving pat. “Alright sweetie you’re all done.” Amy scooted up off the floor, her puffy diaper crinkling with every step. Mia was shocked as she watched the girl move. The diaper was so large in between her legs that she couldn’t even close them all the way. For Amy’s sake she didn’t seem to mind wearing the garment one bit; in fact, she seemed to be enjoying it.
“Okay Mia, your turn.” The Mother said. A part of her had been kind of expecting it, but didn’t want to believe it would actually happen. Her words made sharp ice run down Mia’s spine.
“W-WhAt?!? My turn?!” Mia tried backing up towards the door, but she backed right up into Amy, who was standing there grinning.
The Mother simply chuckled at her as if she was a disobedient little child. “Well of course little one. You’ve had sleepovers here before. You know the rules. All must wear protection unless proven otherwise.” She spoke with a Motherly smile plastered across her face.
Mia’s heart was pounding, she was trying to find something to say to these lunatics,
B-b-but... but I...”
“Yes dearie, I know you’ve proven yourself before in the past. But it’s been at least a decade since you did that. For all I know you’ve started having accidents again. From what I seem to recall, you did have the occasional accident during your little slumber parties.”
Mia’s cheeks turned bright red as well as feelings of fury rising up inside of her at the woman bringing up such an embarrassing memory. “N-no... I won’t... I don’t need...”
“That’s enough,” The Mother said, interrupting Mia again. “I don’t want to hear any more of this, you’re wearing one and that’s final. Amy, dear, could you please help me sweetheart?”
“Yes Mommy.” Amy said obediently.
Mia was once again shocked as the other girl practically sprang on her. Before Mia could even process what was happening she could feel Amy removing her clothing. In swift movements the girl had her shirt off and then her bra before pushing Mia down onto the floor and removing her shoes and socks before yanking her pants off. Mia tried her hardest to scream and to protest, but she had always been a pretty small girl. Amy’s larger size and physical strength made it so that the girl didn’t find too much difficulty at all in removing all of Mia’s clothing. Mia was almost in hysterics as Amy swiftly tugged her panties down her slender legs and threw them aside.
“No,” Mia said furiously and desperately trying to cover herself. “I need something to wear!”
Amy simply giggled mischievously above her. “Hehehe, okay! Here you go.” She reached down and before Mia could stop her, had strapped a tight collar on her neck. The naked Mia was horrified at her predicament.
“Thank you sweetie,” Amy’s Mother said, giving her daughter a soft pat on the head. “Alright Mia, here we are.” Mia looked down and saw another huge poofy diaper already there, opened and waiting for her.
“N-no! No you can’t! I won’t wear that!” Mia screamed out; but as she was doing so the Mother had picked up her petite form and already placed it down on top of the diaper. She cringed as she felt the padding sink against her butt. She was about to start spitting out a string of curse words when,
SWAT!
The Mother smacked her hard on her naked butt. “Mia, that is enough! If I hear one more word out of you, you’ll be going over my lap with a visit from Mr. Paddle.”
Mia could feel her heart start to race. She knew she had had visits from “Mr. Paddle” in the past and she had never enjoyed them.
“Here Mia, just play with this and distract yourself.” Amy said, handing her a little plastic toy.
The whimpering and squirming girl forced herself to stay quiet as Amy’s Mother powdered her up and unfolded the diaper more, getting ready to pull it up between her legs.
“Hey Mommy,” Amy said.
“Yes sweetheart?”
“Well, I was just thinking, maybe she doesn’t have to wear a diaper.” Mia’s face lit up at her old friends’ words. She had to bite her tongue to not say anything, but if it meant she didn’t have to wear a diaper she liked where this was going.
“Sweetheart, you know all your little friends who stay over need to wear protection.”
“I know Mommy; but usually you at least let them try to prove themselves by wearing pull-ups first.”
The Mother’s smile softens and she nods. “You’re right. I may have been a little too enthusiastic with the diapers.” The Mother leaned down and smiled at Mia. “Mia dearie, you should thank Amy. She just got you an upgrade.”
The Mother pulled the diaper out from under Mia’s powdery crotch and opened a drawer near her. From it she produced a pink and white pull-up. Mia’s cheeks blushed deeply as she stared at the garment. It wasn’t much better, but at least it wasn’t a full on diaper. Amy’s Mother swiftly put the garment over Mia’s feet and pulled the thing all the way up her legs, before patting Mia’s crotch as well.
“There you go sweetie pie. All protected for the nighttime.” Mia stood up off the ground, stumbling a few feet from where she’d been laying and braced herself from what she realized now could only truly be described as a crib or a changing table, but big enough for a grown person. She furiously took the collar Amy had put on her and thrown it to the ground.
What kind of mad house had she found herself in? Was the election really worth all this??!
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This story was written by Zander Chesney
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https://zanderchesneyoriginals.tumblr.com/
Comments
Baby325
Awwwww I love this story
Zander Chesney
Thanks so much Joshua. Compliments, even little ones, really mean a lot and help us stay motivated. I'm really glad you liked the story. I was a big fan of "The Election" myself.
Glad you like it! Yes this is a 5 parter!
Good story here. Part 3 is on the way, right? Zander has some good stuff.
