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Hangover Chapter Six
🕑 Added 2020-06-24 12:18:20 +0000 UTCThis is the last chapter of this story that you might have seen elsewhere. From chapter seven onwards, it's all new material which I'm only sharing here.
Chapter six
Amber stood, speechless, with her feet apart so that her wet pull up pressed as little as possible on her crotch. She wanted the ground to swallow her up. For a moment, nobody said anything. The silence was broken by Danny laughing hysterically.
“I can’t believe she actually did it!” he blurted out.
“Well, she has,” said Sam, “and you know what that means. Daisy, go and get the stuff.”
“I’m not sure we should…” said Daisy, hesitating.
Amber’s heart was pounding. What could they possibly have in store for her now?
Daisy came back into the room with a large carrier bag, and passed it over to Sam wordlessly. Sam looked inside, seemed satisfied with the contents, and turned her attention back to Amber.
“Lie down on the floor,” said Sam.
Amber made the most of the opportunity to cover up, and laid herself face-down on the floor.
“On your back, silly,” said Daisy.
“Why?” said Amber as she turned over. She didn’t see the point in arguing anymore. She’d let things go so far that backing out now would be unthinkable.
“So that we can get you into a fresh nappy. Or do you like the way this one feels?” asked Sam.
As she asked, she squeezed the crotch of Amber’s pull up.
“No,” said Amber.
“No what?” asked Sam.
“I don’t like how it feels.”
“How what feels?” asked Sam.
Amber realised that Sam wanted her to say something embarrassing in front of Danny and Daisy.
“I don’t like the way my wet nappy feels,” said Amber, which elicited fresh giggles from Danny and a look of sympathy from Daisy.
“Silly little girl. You’re not wearing a nappy,” said Sam. “That’s a pull up. These are nappies.”
She pulled a package out of the carrier bag and Amber saw exactly what she meant. She had been incredibly embarrassed when Danny had slid the pull up over her legs, but at least that was how they went on, like regular knickers even if they didn’t look the part. They could also be pulled down, because in a pull up you were expected to try to get to the toilet. The nappies that were being shown to her now were clearly for people with no hope of getting to the toilet. They had tapes on the sides, just like the ones a real baby would wear.
“Please, can I have another pull up? Please don’t make me wear a nappy,” pleaded Amber. The words were out of her mouth before she realised that she had any intention to beg. If you had told her yesterday that she would be begging to wear a children’s pull up, she would have laughed at you.
“We did try you on pull ups sweetheart,” said Sam, “but you weren’t grown up enough for them, were you?”
Sam gave the crotch of the pull up another squeeze, before getting down to business. She didn’t take the pull up down Amber’s legs, but ripped the sides instead. Amber realised that the sides were designed for just that purpose, so that girls who wet themselves could be changed easily. Sam slipped it out from under her, leaving her completely exposed. Next, Sam retrieved a pack of baby wipes from the carrier bag, and used them to wipe down Amber’s pussy and arse. She did it surprisingly gently, but the wipes still felt cold to Amber.
Next came the dreaded nappy. Amber started to cry fresh tears as Sam unfolded it. She felt Sam grab her ankles and raise them up, exposing her recently spanked bottom as the nappy was slid under her. Amber was convinced that Sam would tape her into the nappy and that they would be done, but Sam reached into the bag and retrieved a bottle of baby powder. She started liberally sprinkling it on Amber’s hairless crotch.
“You know, Amber, you might want to try not to use this nappy. You see, next time you need to be changed, it’s Danny’s turn,” said Sam.
Amber couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Surely Sam couldn’t really expect her to let Danny change her nappy? As she was thinking this, Amber didn’t notice that Sam had opened a little silver package. She did, however, feel an intrusion when Sam placed the contents into her bum, pushing it in as far as she could with her finger.
“What are you doing?” screamed Amber.
“Oh, does the baby not like taking her medicine?” asked Sam, as she pushed the glycerine suppository into Amber’s back passage.
