In the Name of the Father
  by DS

Contains: humiliation, non-consensual, babification, masturbation, body modification

Chapter 1: Devil Child

"You gotta be kidding me" Lisa sighed as she stared into the fridge. "MERIL!!" She scoffed as the woman hurried into the kitchen, wearing her stupid household apron as usual. Meril was the housekeep that lived in with them, but Lisa had solid suspicions that Dad paid her to sleep with him, as her mother divorced him a while ago. She hated the slut - looked every bit the whore he paid her to be: nice face, big tits, long black hair, round ass; at least a high-class whore, paid enough even to do stupid chores around the place, but a whore nonetheless. "What's wrong, Lisa?" she asked, folding the towel she had been using; Lisa frowned at the filth on it. "There's no fucking soda in the fridge". "I put some extra bottles cold honey, they're in the pantry cooler". Lisa slammed the fridge door shut, giving the housekeeper an insulted look. "Then maybe you should go get them?" She snapped her fingers in emphasis, hoping to get some reaction from the woman, but she kept her cool, nodding and walked off to get the requested bottles.

Leaning against the fridge, she smiled - she had been going off on Meril for a while now, and there was no way the woman could keep this up, she'd hound her until she snapped, then a quick phonecall to dad would get rid of her problem. "Here you are, Lisa" Meril smiled as she held out the bottle, but Lisa just shrugged. "I wasn't thirsty anyway. Later". "Wait, Lisa - will you be here for dinner? Your father has requested-" "Sorry, I got better things to do. With Dave". She used her ex-boyfriend Dave as her fucktoy while she was making her move stealing quarterback Will from that cheerleading slut Suzanne; Will was supposedly great in bed and would certainly look better on her arm, and for the time being she'd just use Dave to fill her needs - that horny bastard was always up for a good fuck. "-Your father has requested that you come home at a reasonable time, and...".

Now if her father would've actually been here to tell her, there might've been a chance she'd listen. But her father was never home, always off someplace to arrange whatever shady affairs he was involved in, and that suited Lisa just fine - she was an independent woman, and she had known exactly what she was doing when she chose her father's side when her mother filed for divorce two years ago. Her mother wouldn't even consider pampering her the way her daddy did; he loved to throw money at a problem which made being a problem one of Lisa's most favorite and profitable activities. By choosing her father's side, she ended up without parents around to tell her what to do, all the money she could ever use and an entire town that cowered before her, because she was Giancarlo Fiore's daughter, and nobody fucked with a Fiore in this town. She didn't care Meril was acting on her father's behalf, she just wanted the bitch gone.

Lisa smirked, turned and approached the housekeeper. "Oh Meril, I'd WANT to, but you see, Dave's big cock feels SO good pumping in my pussy and he stays hard for hours on end, so I just don't know when he'll be done fucking my brains out. I guess you wouldn't understand, when was the last time you got laid...? Oh I'm sorry, you must be so jealous knowing that I'm getting fucked every night while all you have is mister buzzy to keep you company..." Lisa's momentary hesitation over going too far soon turned to renewed anger as the stupid bitch didn't even blink - just what would it take to piss her off? "Lisa... I know it must be difficult for you to find your way in life without your mother to support you, and I know I-" In a flash of rage, Lisa lashed out, striking Meril in her face. "Don't you EVER mention my mother, slut. EVER". Meril hadn't even defended herself, but briefly touched the reddening mark on her cheek. "Go fuck yourself" Lisa growled, yanking her bag from the table. Stupid bitch probably would, she knew all about the toys in her room.

"My gawd Liz you should've seen what she was wearing it was like... this ugly green-" "Shut up Dana, not in the mood for that shit today". Dana shrunk back, focusing quietly on the road before her; she lived only two doors away, and Lisa let her drive her to school in her deluxe Benz; she didn't have a driver's license herself yet, but insisted daddy would buy her the car nonetheless. Dana was her stooge, the girl that she kept around to laugh with her cruel jokes, to make herself look better in contrast. It was pretty sad how without her Dana would be nothing - she didn't even have a boyfriend; her entire popularity came from hanging out with her. As long as Dana kept that in mind and did as she was told, she'd let her; she was useful if nothing else, although she'd been pissed off with her lately as breaking up with Dave somehow gave her the impression they were going to be spending more time together or something. Annoying.

"Excuse me miss, you can't park here". Minutes away from school, and now a fucking traffic cop wanted their attention. "What's your problem?" Lisa snapped; Dana cringed, giving the policeman an apologetic smile. "We can park here if we want to". The cop took off his glasses, giving her a bemused look. "This is a no parking zone, as clearly indicated. This is not my problem, but I can make it your problem if you decide not to cooperate". "Are you new or something? Don't you know who I am?" Lisa asked, and the cop gave her a wry smile. "No, but that'll be my first question. What's your name, miss?" "Lisa Fiore". "Mister Fiore's daughter, you know?" Dana added, feeling a bit braver as the cop's smug smile was wiped from his face. "Oh, hmm... w-well, as long as you ladies know this is a no parking zone things are fine, I just wanted to alert you. Good day". "Have a nice day, greenhorn" Lisa laughed as the cop went his way. Nobody in this town fucked with a Fiore. Except Dave, she grinned. And if things went well, Will would too.

"Hi there Julie, Nicole - wow, new skirts?" The two addressed girls turned around with guilty smiles - knowing what they'd been up to, it was a perfect opportunity to assert her dominance. "Oh hey Liz, yea we went out shopping yesterday when you went off with Dave, we checked out that new place and it's totally sweet". "I thought we were like going there together" Dana protested, quickly glancing at her for approval; Dana knew her script, and she smiled seeing the irritation on Julie and Nicole's faces. "Oh yah, sorry Liz we just totally forgot, but we can go there again today if you want?" "Nah, it's okay" Lisa waved. "From the looks of it they don't sell anything good anyway". Dana giggled for her, and Julie and Nicole painstakingly smiled with her - just like everyone else who wanted to hang out with her, they were required to know their place.

"Hey babe" a sudden voice boomed behind her, and she jumped as she felt Dave squeeze her ass. "Christ you moron, don't touch me". "I want you tonight" Dave growled softly into her ear, and she huffed. "If you keep touching me around other people you can forget about that, alright?". Dave chuckled - he fully knew how much she needed to get laid on a regular basis, and him knowing that was exactly why she had needed to dump him. But Dave could be trusted to keep his mouth shut about what they did together, about all the things she let him do to her, so she had no problem letting him fulfill her needs for the time being. "You heard her, wanker" Dana hissed; she had never liked Dave, and her uncharacteristic tenacity in letting him know was getting irritating. "Fucking chill already Dana". Dave gave Dana a condescending smile and went his way.

"Sorry Liz... I just hate how he still acts like you're his girl, and-" "Oh, I'm still letting him do me" Lisa giggled; she loved upsetting Dana with that. Despite her short stature, she was the one leading the three girls through the corridors, patrolling her turf, enjoying the hasty turn-aways left and right as she approached. That's right, maggots. Lisa Fiore reigned here. The smoothest half-long black hair (thanks Ms. Perkins), pert nose (thanks Dr. Griffith), perfect tits (thanks Dr. Griffith), perfect ass (thanks Dr. Griffith). Absolute beauty, absolute power. People knew not to fuck with her; especially not since Trisha gave her lip about her healing scars after her boob job, and she had one of her dad's goons rough the girl up a little as a warning. "Nice hair-do Suzanne" she yelled across the hallway. "Love the bacon grease highlights" she added, and her flock dutifully giggled. Suzanne gave her a hateful stare before she looked away; more importantly, Will standing next to her gave her a telling smile, and she answered him with a sexy wink, gesturing him to call her. Finally.

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Meril sighed. "Unfortunately sir, Lisa's reputation is growing worse by the day... she brags about regular sexual intercourse with a boy from school, and the rumor is that she has her eyes on the quarterback as well. She also requested another limit raise on her credit card". She swallowed quietly as she listened; master Fiore was holding back his disappointment and anger still, but she was prepared for anything. "She will only listen to you, sir. She won't even let me talk to her, let alone discipline her - I tried to reason with her this morning, but she slapped my face for it, and she seems ever more intent on getting rid of me". Lisa was becoming too much of a problem for her father, and unfortunately for her, he was making it into her problem now. She could not fail him. "One week? I... will do my best. Thank you for your understanding, sir". She turned off the phone, thinking over her options. Drastic measures were needed.

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Lisa broke her long kiss with Will, smiling seductively as she traced her lips. "You should dump that slut Suzanne... you know we'd make a much better couple". Will groaned; she had been rubbing his cock through his jeans throughout their kissing, and she was content discovering that the rumors about his size had been accurate. "I'll text her tonight" he grinned in his arousal, roughly pulling her closer into a new kiss. "Mmm... you're making me so wet Will..." She stopped his hand sliding underneath her skirt, raising a warning finger. "Not so fast... that's for after you break up with the slut". "C'mon babe, don't be like that" Will insisted, but Lisa knew how to deal with situations like this, licking her lips while she unbuttoned his jeans. "Don't worry stud, I know just what you need right now". Will seemed satisfied, closing his eyes as she wrapped her red lips around his impressive dick, brushing her black tresses out of her face. "Oh god you're good" he moaned, and she gave a stronger lick against his tip, not giving him a moment's rest, and within a minute Will groaned, thrusting his hips as she felt his sperm shoot into her throat.

She panted as she licked off his shaft, letting him recover against the wall. "Come to my place tomorrow night, I can't wait to feel that monster cock of yours inside me... and I love forcing my housekeeper to hear me screaming when you make me cum, heh". She was honest - with equipment like that she'd forget about Dave in no time, and despite Will's habit of bragging about the girls he slept with, as far as she was concerned there was no step up from him, so there'd be no risk of becoming the school tramp - that honor would be reserved for Suzanne the moment she got a new boyfriend. Maybe she could call Dave one last time for tonight - she needed to get off, especially being as worked up as she was now, but she wasn't going to put out to Will until he came through on his part.

Will had dropped her off, parting with a long kiss, but she hadn't even reached the front door when Dave answered her call, and her fuckdate was arranged before she opened the fridge. She slumped onto the living room couch with a content sigh, the massive television humming to life at her preferred obnoxious volume, followed by the hiss of the soda bottle. She took a swish, gulping it down while mindlessly flicking past the channels, then quickly checking the bottle - the stuff had a weird aftertaste. "Oh, Lisa honey - I didn't expect you here so soon". She twisted her head to face Meril's polite smile, and gave her her nastiest glare. "Don't call me 'honey' - why isn't dinner ready yet? And what the fuck is up with this soda?" "Dinner? You said you wouldn't be-" "Who fucking cares? Go fix me something, I'm hungry - that's what you get paid for you stupid cow, or do you want me to call my dad to let him know you're doing a shitty job?" "I'll get started" Meril smiled, and Lisa gave her the finger before taking another swish of the soda. Maybe it tasted normal after all, but she'd still give Meril hell over it after dinner for the fun of it.

Channels zapped by at a steady pace, but Lisa's thoughts were elsewhere. Her skirt hiked up, she was lazily rubbing her panties in anticipation for tonight, not wanting to lose the mood Will left her in. She tried to think of what time Dave was supposed to arrive, but couldn't focus for some reason, feeling oddly dazed and sleepy. Was it because she was turned on? Maybe it was the comfortable couch, or did that bitch Meril leave the thermostat too high? She felt her eyelids droop as the channels blurred together - maybe a quick nap before Dave arrived would be good, she probably needed to shower anyway to make sure Will's smell was gone. But when she got up from the couch, the room was suddenly spinning, and she clasped the table for support, knocking over the half-empty bottle of soda. Something wasn't right. "What's wrong honey?" Meril called, and Lisa tried to shake off her daze. "Nothing, is dinner... I'm... take a nap". She took a few steps towards the door, but promptly lost her balance, slumping down on all fours. She could make out Meril's high heels next to her, and she felt a gloved hand on her head. "Lizzy going sleepy-bye?" Lisa blinked, trying to keep her eyelids open. "W-wha-...?" She soon lost the battle, and her world went black.

Lisa dreamed back to when she was twelve, enjoying herself at the swimming pool, showing off her expensive new one-piece bathing suit. The boys definitely noticed, but she really needed to pee - such a hassle to get out of the pool for that, and the lines were always so long... she smiled as she relieved her bladder in the water, the momentary warmth briefly engulfing her loins. She wanted to stir the water and remove all traces of her act, but someone was holding her arms up out of the water; slowly, more and more people began looking her way, and she blushed. "Wake up, Lizzy..." It was Meril behind her, holding her hands with a condescending smile. "Wake up..."

"Good morning, honey". Meril's voice, but it couldn't be morning... what happened last night, and what was Meril doing in her room? She covered her eyes to get used to the brightness, and began to discern Meril standing at her bedside. "What the fuck, I told you to stay out of my room..." Something didn't feel right, she wasn't able to shake off the groggy feeling, her head was spinning. "I came to wake you up, honey, you looked like you'd sleep a hole in the day". Lisa kicked off her blanket and blinked, crawling up in her bed. She was wearing her old pink pajamas, back from when she was... eight? Many sizes too small, they now flattered her breasts and curves in a most uncomfortable fashion. But more alarming was a large dark patch in her crotch, and a matching stain on her bedlinen - did she wet her bed?! "Oh, did you have an accident...?" Meril asked. Lisa instinctively covered her crotch, then glared at Meril. "What the fuck is going on here?"

It was clear Meril knew more about this. For a brief moment Lisa felt intimidated - did the woman finally snap? Even if this was her way of getting back at her for the abuse, there was no way she could've anticipated Meril daring to pull a prank like this on her; wearing the tight soiled pajamas, she felt a lot less confident than usual. "What is this? Is this some kind of joke?" "Wetting your bed is not a funny joke, Lizzy...". "Don't fucking play games with me" Lisa hissed, quickly getting up from her bed; her ass was soaked through as well, adding to her discomfort. "I really don't like it when you swear, Lizzy". "Tough. Don't call me Lizzy, or honey, or any of that shit. How did I get into these clothes?" "Oh, you fell asleep on the couch last night, so I put you in your PJs and tucked you in". Last night... the last thing she remembered from last night was...

"Did you drug my fucking soda or something to get back at me? Do you realize what you've done you stupid cunt?!" "Lizzy, don't let me hear such language from you again or I'll have to get cross with you, now be a good girl and come with me to the bathroom, your pajama pants are soaked". She approached, but Lisa was beyond intimidation now. "You fucking DRUGGED ME!!" she yelled, and in her dizzy rage her hand flew straight for the woman's face. Despite her furious intentions, it landed as a harmless slap, and Lisa was too perplexed to avoid Meril grabbing the offending arm. "You're acting really childish, Lizzy. If you keep this up, I'll have to punish you". "Let go of me" Lisa fumed, but when she tried to jerk her arm free, it felt like it was held in a vice grip - since when was Meril this strong? Or since when was she this weak?

"Let me go you stupid cunt, when dad hears about this he'll..." Lisa protested, trying to hit Meril to free her arm, but it was futile. "Have it your way then. Do you know what happens to bad girls, Lizzy?" Just as Lisa thought of a clever response to that, Meril pulled her over to her desk chair, sat down and pulled her arm, forcing her to stumble over Meril's knees. She screamed and struggled, her hair dangling in her face, but didn't realize what position she was in until Meril peeled her wet pants down, leaving her ass high and naked. "Wait, you wouldn't dare to..." "You've been begging for a good spanking for a long while now, I hope you're happy". Stunned, Lisa lay still for just long enough for Meril's hand to sharply smack her ass. "OW! What the FU- LET ME GO!!" she screamed, but could only squirm on Meril's lap, a steady rain of blows landing on her round ass, each slap sending more and more pain into her rapidly reddening cheeks. "OWWW! OWWW! STOP!!"

And Meril stopped. Lisa was breathing heavily, tears in her eyes, her red-hot ass glowing with pain and her face glowing with anger and humiliation. "Are you going to be a good girl, Lizzy?" Meril asked, softly rubbing her hand over Lisa's bruised ass. After the abuse it felt a lot nicer than Lisa cared to admit; she hated how her body wasn't playing along with her anger. But she wasn't going to let Meril get away with this, this meant war. "Fuck you" she panted, biting her lip as Meril's finger momentarily slipped inbetween her warm ass cheeks. Dave used to do that, when... why was she thinking back to that? "I guess you'd like some more" Meril smiled above her, and Lisa gasped as the hand left her behind, only to howl in pain as it landed on her rear, again and again. "OWW! STOP!! PLEASE!! STOP!!" she sobbed, sniveling, her ass on fire, her slit getting warmer and warmer. She realized she was crying more and more with each smack, but there was no way to avoid the blows, no way to make it stop. Meril was in control, and only she could stop the spanking, only she could stop the hurt, and she couldn't win. "AHH!! PLEASE STOP!! OWWWW!! I'll BE GOOD!! OWWW! I'll..." Lisa cried, the spanking finally ended. "I'll be good" she sobbed, broken. "That's better. Let's get you cleaned up" Meril offered, helped Lisa down and took her hand to lead her to the door.

Chapter 2: Desperate Measures

Lisa squinted as Meril washed her hair, the shampoo running past her eyes. The humiliation from the spanking hadn't been enough, Meril insisted on washing her as well, and now she was standing in the shower like some retard, Meril swatting her hands away whenever she tried to do anything herself while the woman scrubbed her down. Meril was going to pay for this, big time, but Lisa still wasn't sure what the hell was going on. She knew Meril as docile, competent in what she did, and now she turned out to be some psycho ready to drug her up, physically punish her... She had to get in contact with her father without Meril knowing, get this maniac taken care of. For what she did to her, the woman deserved to be left dead in some ditch. "Hands off honey" Meril instructed again; Lisa gnashed her teeth in anger. "Let's get rid of this unsightly tuft" Meril commented while she lathered up Lisa's crotch - the glint from the sharp metal razor discouraged Lisa from protesting. Her carefully groomed pubic hair disappeared in precise swipes, and she cringed as the shower spray rinsed her down, her now bare mound unusually sensitive. The sight below was one she hadn't seen in a long time; it felt as if years had been stolen from her, which fit the spanking she just received. "Whatever" Lisa mumbled, wanting this entire embarrassment to be over with as soon as possible. More and more she felt that she missed out on a good fuck last night, and she needed someplace private so she could take care of her needs.

But Meril wasn't done, not by a long shot. "Lift your leg honey". "I'm not wearing those" Lisa spoke resolutely, covering her nudity with her hands. The toweling had been rough and thorough, and she didn't want Meril to see how hard her nipples were from the friction. Meril was holding the thickest cotton panties she had seen in years, decorated with small pink flowers; the thought of wearing underwear in the first place was ridiculous enough, but these looked more like training panties than actual underwear. "Are you going to act like a little girl again?" Meril asked, and Lisa shrunk back, the spanking still fresh in mind. Anything but that again. She gave in, letting Meril help her into the thick undergarment, fidgeting with the elastic until it was pulled up snugly. She felt ridiculous wearing it - despite being her size, it definitely had some padding of sorts; it was simply daunting how far Meril was taking her revenge. "Raise your arms" she instructed after she finished tying her black hair into a childish ponytail, and Lisa complied, but gasped when she saw the cotton dress Meril produced. Just what was Meril planning?

Lisa slowly stirred the porridge in front of her, uncomfortably shuffling on her seat. The training panties were thick and hot, probably made worse by her nagging arousal, and the summer dress, which used to be a loose fit when she was young enough to wear the frilly pink thing, wrapped tight around her every curve now, the skirt barely covering her ass and ridiculous underwear; her nipples bumped through the cloth, her lack of a bra embarrassingly evident. "So what do you want from me?" "I want you to eat your porridge before it gets cold honey, and drink your soda". Meril was waiting for her to finish her breakfast, there was no way for her to dump the food or drink without her noticing it, but the last thing she wanted was another dose of whatever that bitch slipped into her soda bottle last night; it was clear this wasn't just about the fuss she made about the missing bottles in the fridge. "No I mean with this entire dress-up shi- business..." she hastily corrected herself, "...I'm meeting Dave this afternoon so I can't keep playing whatever game this is". Dave... she made up the appointment just now as an excuse to get out, but he was supposed to come over last night... "Dave is out of town for the weekend, he came by last night but you were already sound asleep. Nice guy - you know his father works for Mr. Fiore, right? Anyway, we have the entire day all to ourselves". Shit, she actually talked to him. "So what's up with the dress and stuff?". Meril pointed at her porridge, and against her better judgment, Lisa took a spoonful in the hopes of getting some answers; at least the porridge tasted surprisingly good.

"You've been acting like a sadistic, spoiled child, and I've decided that if you insist on acting like a child, I'll have to treat you like a child until you learn to behave yourself". Lisa spooned in more of the porridge, which was a little too sweet and rather dry on her throat, but very rich and filling. "Okay, you made your point, but we both know I don't need a mother, I don't want a mother and you've got plenty of other stuff to do... I won't tell dad what you did and you can keep your job, we can forget about this whole thing and move on or something". The porridge was making her thirsty, so she took a gulp of her glass, filled with orange soda - it too tasted way too sweet, but she was thirsty enough to empty the glass anyway. Meril refilled it while she ate more porridge, but shook her head. "I'm going to treat you like a little girl until you show me you can behave like a lady of your age, Lizzy. Forget about your appointments, we're going shopping today. Now finish your porridge".

It wasn't a hollow threat - Meril turned out to be entirely serious about the shopping. After she had quenched her thirst with some regular water after the sweetened soda, Meril had offered her her coat already, wasting no time. Minutes later she was in the car on the way to the shopping mall, thinking desperately about how to get out of this mess. She couldn't let this bitch push her around like that, but she couldn't even pull herself away from her, and Meril kept a vigilant eye on her every move. She just hoped nobody in the shopping mall would recognize her - Meril forced her to walk hand in hand with her, which due to her short stature made her feel every bit the little girl Meril was treating her as, and her free hand had to hold down the hem of the dress to prevent everyone around her seeing what she was forced to wear underneath.

"I need to use the bathroom" Lisa muttered after yet another kid pointed her out to its mother. Thankfully her friends didn't visit this mall, but it was humiliating enough being paraded around in her old clothes; only her shoes and high stockings gave her any sense of maturity. Meanwhile Meril's grip was absolute, dragging her from store to store, making sure they spent lots of time in the toy store where she teasingly suggested one girly toy after the other. She regretted drinking the water after breakfast - her bladder felt quite full, and although she didn't want to give Meril the satisfaction of 'allowing' her to go to the bathroom, she didn't really have a choice anymore at this point. "Can't you hold it up a little longer, honey?" "No?" Lisa answered immediately, hating how desperate she sounded. "Let's find a restroom area then, shall we?" Meril spoke with a warm voice, and Lisa pressed her knees together as she felt a stab from her bladder. "Hurry up" Lisa hissed, trying to pull ahead towards the restroom sign, but Meril was easily holding back. "What's the rush, honey? Do you have to go bad?"

"Why the fuck else would I be yanking like this?" Meril came to a brisk halt, and Lisa bit her lip in anger. "Lizzy, I already told you I don't like that attitude. Ask nicely". Lisa shifted her weight to keep her bladder in check and gritted her teeth, but Meril was adamant, looking down at her and not even yielding an inch. A new stab, much more urgent than the last, told Lisa that defiance was going to turn out disastrous right now. "Ohhhh... please let me go to the restroom, please!" "That's better" Meril smiled, and finally her grip loosened enough for Lisa to shoot away, hurrying for the distant restroom door. She was dancing from foot to foot while she jiggled the heavy door grip. Scraping her arm as she squeezed inside, her heart sank as she saw the long corridor leading to the stalls. The rush of water from a faucet echoed through the tiled corridor; Lisa grabbed her crotch in distress and ran, blindly charging into the first stall, but before she could pull down her panties a warmth was spreading in her crotch already.

Dabbing the training panties with a clump of toilet paper, Lisa sighed. She managed to hold most of it back, and the panties seemed surprisingly absorbent; the toilet paper hardly managed to get anything out of the thickened padding. All this was Meril's fault, she knew she had to go badly but still held her back. If she hadn't given in she probably would've left a clear puddle in the middle of the mall; it was so unfair how Meril didn't have to care about that, but she had a life, a reputation to maintain. That psycho bitch knew what she was doing, was shamelessly abusing her every vulnerability. She still steamed with anger over the insolence of that whore stepping into her affairs like this, she never let anyone control her life let alone purposefully humiliate her like this as some sort of warped lesson. At least she was alone for now - Meril had kept her close the entire time, and she had had to endure the nagging heat in her body all morning already.

She let out a small gasp as she cleaned herself with a new dab of toilet paper, not used to the sensitivity of her shaved mound. Maybe she should've done that herself sooner, it felt... pretty nice. Leaning back against the toilet tank, she tried to clear her mind of today's events, rather thinking about her date with Will tonight that Meril would probably try to ruin as well... she needed to get off, and this could be her only opportunity. Lisa moaned as her fingers rubbed her lips, slipping inside when she realized how slick she already was. Her nipples were rock hard, and she finally found reason to appreciated the thinly stretched fabric of her dress, freely pinching and rolling them while she fingered herself. God, she was so horny, despite how horrible her day had been so far... she closed her eyes as she felt tension build, her orgasm nearing inexplicably fast.

The sharp knock on the stall door snapped Lisa back to reality with a startled moan, her heart pounding as her body lingered on the edge of release. "Are you alright in there honey?" Meril. "I-I'm fine, leave me alone" Lisa panted; part of her wanted to finish up, but knowing Meril was right behind the door, that wasn't going to happen. She wiped her juices from her fingers and cleaned up, then gingerly pulled up the training panties, surprised they only felt slightly moist. Meril's sugary smile infuriated her when she left the stall, quickly heading over to wash her hands. Her face was beet red with her arousal, and she looked like a cheap hooker with her nipples almost poking holes through her tight dress. She couldn't go on like this.

"What's wrong Lizzy? You look a little flustered". Lisa turned around briskly, angrily pulling her hands away when Meril tried to dry them with some paper towels. "I'm through playing this game, you've humiliated me enough and I'm going home". "Did you have an accident in your panties, is that what you're embarrassed about?" Lisa blinked; again Meril was blatantly ignoring her, but Lisa was through giving in to her little schemes. "Ofcourse not, no thanks to you. Like I said, I'm going-" "Lisa" Meril interrupted. "If you wet your panties that's nothing to be ashamed of, but I don't want you to lie to me. Now did you have an accident or not?" "Don't you think I would've noticed!? Just leave me alone, I'm tired of-" Lisa started, but Meril had quickly lifted her skirt, revealing an obvious yellow stain on her training pants. "...tired of this nonsense" Lisa muttered; how could she have missed that in the stall?! "I thought I smelled something, Lisa..." Meril sighed, and Lisa braced herself, but to her surprise, Meril smiled compassionately. "You didn't even notice, did you honey?"

Lisa was slightly stunned by Meril's docile response to her obvious lies, and even let Meril walk her through the mall - as long as they were heading in the direction of the car, she'd hold off her protests. Her training pants felt cold and moist now, and were becoming more and more irritating to her; she felt stupid wearing them, felt stupid for almost fully wetting them. A growing stomach cramp was making things worse - she just wanted to get home, take a hot shower, put on some decent clothes and have a long call with daddy about what the fuck his maid had done to her; especially that last thought made her smile wickedly - revenge would be sweet. "Wait, what are we doing here?" she asked looking up from her thoughts; Meril was guiding her into a modest convenience store, and she loathed heading into the crowded aisles.

"Excuse me, Julia?" Meril hailed the saleswoman standing at the end of the isle - Meril kept doing that, calling people by their name; how the hell did she know all these people anyway? Lisa rolled her eyes at the tart, smiling a little too friendly at her. "Good morning Meril, what can I do for you and the little lady?" Lisa's eyes shot back to the tart, but she bit her lip - patience. Just keep a low profile, get rid of Meril and call daddy. Things would be back to normal soon enough. "Hi Julia... Lizzy had an accident just now so I was wondering if the store had any diapers in her size". Lisa felt a cold chill run down her spine. "W-What the fuck?" Meril bent through her knees and rested her hand on her head. "Honey, if you don't even notice when you pee in your panties I think it's best if we gave you some proper protection". "Aww, the poor thing" Julia smiled. "I have just what she needs, these are extra thick diapers, perfect for big girls with big accidents".

"Are you fucking joking?!" Lisa spat, trying to pull herself away from Meril. "No fucking way, I don't need diapers, this is just part of your crazy plan, I'm not..." "Lisa honey" Meril spoke firmly, "If you raise your voice again I will pull down your wet panties right here for everyone to see and paddle your behind until it's bright red. If you think wearing some protection is embarrassing, you haven't seen nothing yet. Am I clear?" Lisa gasped at Meril's threat, spoken so calmly. This woman was insane, had no shame and would stop at nothing. She was outmatched. "Don't do this to me" she sobbed, unable to hold back her tears. Lisa Fiore was untouchable. She had always been in control. But as she was resolutely guided out of the supermarket towards the baby changing room, dreading the content of the large bag slung around Meril's shoulder, she knew she wasn't in control at all.

Chapter 3: White Prison

"Annnd up you go" Meril cooed, helping Lisa off the changing table. She felt horrible, the thick padding of the disposable diaper between her thighs, crinkling with her every move. There was no way her short dress could hide the bulk of the shiny white diaper peeking out underneath. She had a queasy feeling in her stomach, totally distraught by the nightmare she found herself in, the nightmare fastened securely by light blue tapes at the sides, the thick padding warmly pressing against her nagging mound. It was ridiculous, not even Meril would force her to walk out of the changing room wearing this humiliating thing. And yet, her moist training panties landed in the waste bin, and Meril patted her rounded behind towards the door. "Please don't make me go out like this" Lisa pleaded, hating how pathetic she sounded. "This is what happens when you behave like a child, Lisa. The sooner you start to behave, the sooner this will all be over. There's nothing to worry about, you look very cute in your diaper".

Pushed outside, Lisa blushed furiously; there were double-takes from the people passing by, and her heart stopped as she saw some kids from Westbrook High laughing; did they notice? She clutched her stomach again, unsure of what was upsetting it, but before Meril could lead her off again, a familiar voice rang in her ears... "Meril, honey! So good to see you!" Mrs. Pilkins, their gossipy neighbor. She was done for. "Oh, is that... Lisa?" Lisa looked away in anger, but thankfully Meril let it slide. "I didn't know she liked going to the mall with you... she looks so... pretty, I guess!" "Yes, it's a bit of an old dress but she looks so cute in it, don't you think?" Meril smiled, and Lisa cringed when she realized Mrs. Pilkins was staring at the white padding glaring out from underneath her dress. "Is that... gosh, where are my manners, how are things? Has Mr. Fiore been home lately?" Meril took her time talking with Mrs. Pilkins, getting caught up in the conversation. Through the people passing by, Lisa saw a female police officer on her lunch break sitting by herself in a corner. This was her chance.

She used the next family passing by to slip away, first moving slowly, then as fast as the thick padding between her legs let her hobble away. "O-officer!" she panted, slowing down her pace when she was finally noticed. "Officer, you've got to help me, the woman is a fucking psycho, she..." "Hold on, hold on young lady... slow down". Lisa felt her heart pound in her throat, glancing over her shoulder for signs of Meril, but at least she'd be safe. "Wait, you're Fiore's daughter, aren't you?" Lisa found her confident smile again. "That's right. I need you to arrest that woman over there, she drugged me and forced me to wear... this..." The police officer gave her a puzzled look, but when Lisa lifted her skirt, blushing as she revealed the diaper, the police officer shot up from the bench, grabbing her hand-cuffs and tried to see who she was pointing at. "Don't worry, you'll be fine now - could you please point out who did this to you?" Lisa turned around again, swallowing as she saw Meril walk towards them with a smile. "Her! My housekeeper, she's nuts, she..."

"Wait... Meril?" Lisa froze. "Hello Mary - I see you've found my naughty Lizzy". "Yeah, but... I don't understand, she said something about being drugged..." Meril knew this woman as well. Lisa didn't think twice, but as soon as she moved the policewoman caught her arm with ease, and once again she felt powerless to pull free. "Yes, I gave her a heavy cocktail of sleeping pills, muscle relaxants and diuretics last night, and added some more ingredients this morning". "But... why?" "Because her behavior was intolerable, I figured if I reduced her to the little girl she was acting as she'd learn her lesson, but so far she is just getting worse and worse". Meril was arrogant enough to admit what she had done, and as much as Lisa was horrified hearing what Meril had slipped into her system, surely an officer on duty couldn't just ignore that, and she risked her move. "What are you waiting for? Arrest her!!" she whined, tugging impatiently at Mary's sleeve. Again her stomach gurgled, and Lisa grew worried whatever had been in her breakfast was doing it.

"Heh, so that's how it is... I never imagined seeing Lisa Fiore in a diaper, for sure..." Lisa stood nailed to the ground. Mary wasn't even moving towards Meril. "You can't... you're letting her do this?! She's breaking the law, I mean she abducted me in my own house, you have to..." Mary pulled her closer, bending over slightly. "Littering is breaking the law as well, miss Fiore... so is speeding, having people beaten up, having sex in public, disturbing the peace, but now you suddenly want the law to apply to you?" "Not to ME, to HER!!" Lisa spat angrily, but suddenly both Mary and Meril began giggling. She realized her escape had failed miserably. "Actually Mary, could you look after her for a while? I've got some more things to buy for her, and she's being quite a bother..." "Sure thing, Meril" Mary smiled. "I knew I could count on you". They kissed, and Lisa leered at them in surprise; this was no polite goodbye kiss, they were kissing on the mouth... was Meril a lesbian...?

"So, how do you enjoy being treated like dirt for a change, little girl?" Mary finally broke the silence, sitting back comfortably while smoking a cigarette. Lisa was forced to sit opposite of her, on a wobbly plastic chair, continually sliding down on the stupid diaper, the gentle grind teasing her nagging slit in an undeniable way. "You've got a lot of nerve talking to me like that... I'll just have my dad get you fired, how about that you fucking dyke?" Mary's reaction scared the hell out of her, the strong policewoman pulling her chair closer with one quick pull of her foot until she was almost sitting inbetween her legs, the smell of the policewoman's perfume and smoke intoxicatingly close. "Citizens do well to address police officers on duty with some respect, am I making myself clear?" Lisa was spooked, and quickly nodded. "Y-yes ma'am". "That's better. Now if you're interested in my sexual preferences, my office is just around the corner; fancy some one on one interrogation, little girl?" Lisa crawled back against the seat as much as she could, recoiling when Mary opened another button on her uniform, giving her an unsolicited view of her rich cleavage.

"I-I'm not a lesbian" she muttered, trying to think of what to do now that her tried and true strategy had failed completely. "M-ma'am" she quickly added, and Mary smiled. "Oh really? Looks to me like you're pretty horny..." Her hand traced past Lisa's breasts, and she shuddered, partly because of the obscene violation, partly because of Mary's finger brushing past her sensitive nipple. Mary was a pretty blonde, but Lisa never even considered kissing another girl for attention, let alone something as disgusting as having sex with one. "It's not... please stop touching me, ma'am" Lisa insisted, trying to stop her body from responding to the woman's touch. "Oh?" Mary smiled. "What is turning you on so much then, hmm?" Lisa was glad when the woman finally stopped groping her, but gasped when Mary swung her nightstick inbetween them and prodded her diaper. Even through the thick padding she felt her pussy respond to the friction, but above all it upset her that this woman, a police officer no less, was freely abusing her in public. She looked away, not wanting to feed the insinuation any further, but as her butt slid down the seat again, she couldn't stop a moan escaping her lips as the padding was pressed against her hot mound.

"Ah, is that it? Wearing a diaper turns you on?" Lisa's eyes shot up in disgust. "No!" But the prodding of the nightstick was relentless, and she began to feel dizzy with warmth, which Mary clearly noticed. "Make up your mind, little girl... either you're coming with me to my office, or you admit that the diapers are getting you off". Lisa inched back up on the seat, looking away in anger again, but again she slid down, her pussy quivering with pleasure, the padding getting wet with her juices. "Well?" Mary insisted, and Lisa realized the woman wasn't going to give in, and she needed to cut her losses before her situation got even worse. "Say it" Mary commanded after another moan. "I... I love wearing diapers ma'am" Lisa mumbled, blushing despite the obvious lie. "What was that?" Lisa slid up and down again, holding on to the edges of the seat, closing her eyes to calm her body down. "I love... wearing diapers ma'am" she panted. "Now p-please stop..." she added, tension forming in her loins. "One more time..." Mary smiled. "I... love wearing..." Lisa's stomach gurgled painfully, and only then did she realize what was going on. "Ahh... I need... I need to go to the restroom". She jumped up, immediately clutching her stomach as she felt the urgency of her situation. "Sorry about that, I'm all done shopping now - I hope Lizzy behaved while I was gone?" Lisa looked up in distress.

"Oh yes, she was just telling me how much she loves wearing-" "-I NEED to use the toilet!!" Lisa interrupted. "But honey, you went earlier already!" Meril mused, and Lisa turned back to Mary, cringing as another cramp hit her, a muffled wet fart announcing the inevitable. "H-help me...!" she stammered, but Mary got up and took a step back, covering her mouth in surprise. "I don't want..." Lisa started, but then a final cramp hit her, and she felt her bowels move involuntarily, her legs shaking as she felt a warm mess spread in the back of her diaper while pee dribbled into the front padding. It kept coming for what felt like an eternity; Meril looked on amused, Mary stared in disgust. "Is she shitting herself?" Mary asked; Lisa felt tears roll down her cheeks as the steaming mush collected, the diaper now weighing down with the heavy load. It finally stopped, but Lisa was afraid to move, crying with the utter shock and humiliation of what was happening to her. "I think I'd better take her home for a diaper change" Meril decided. Shivering on her legs, the smell of her own waste slowly drifted into her nostrils, and Lisa broke down in tears, devastated.

Lisa sniffled, happy to be out of the horribly messy diaper. She could still smell it, could still feel how her waste moved around her ass with every waddling step as Meril had escorted her out of the shopping mall, how she had to sit down on the mush in the car... nothing was worse than that, and even the fresh diaper Meril was taping on her felt like a relief. Nothing daunted this woman, not even the smell of her waste as she had sprayed and wiped her clean, and she knew she was entirely outmatched. "Why did you do this to me?" she whispered hoarsely, trying to control her sobbing. "You know why, but it seems you insist on acting like a child despite that. I'm going to have to keep you like this for the entire weekend, and hopefully after that you've finally learned something". "Learned what, that you are a complete psycho?!" Lisa felt her tears come back, unable to control her anger over what Meril had done to her. Meril sighed. "I hate you" Lisa whispered. Meril smiled sadly at her. "I wish you didn't, honey".

"Fine, I'll drink from them, but there's no more pills in them, promise?" "Yes Lizzy, now quit fussing". As her newest insult, Meril had prepared baby bottles for her dinner, still warm to the touch, and despite her misgivings about the humiliating containers and risk of further drugging, Lisa was hungry, having skipped her lunch. She had been what Meril called a 'good girl' for now, knowing that Meril was in full control, and until she had a clear chance at getting away, she wasn't going to risk further punishment. She turned away from Meril, not comfortable with the woman watching as she brought the rubber feeding nipple to her lips. She felt ridiculous, wearing only a thick diaper, socks and an old T-shirt several sizes too small, leaving her midriff and most of her cleavage exposed, sucking from a bottle like a dumb toddler. But like most of Meril's cooking, the thick liquid in the bottles didn't taste bad at all, and soon she was hungrily emptying the bottles, blushing when she realized she was slurping; Meril giggled in the background.

"Let me help you with that" Meril offered, peeling the T-shirt from her upper body. "But it's not even seven yet" Lisa whined. "Why do I have to go to bed already? I'm not tired or nothing". "I bought you a new pajama, the old one was a little too small, wasn't it?" Meril continued unhindered, ignoring her complaints. She produced a footed sleeper, made from fluffy pink cotton, and Lisa frowned. "Can't I just wear my T-shirt?" Meril playfully pinched her breast in response, and Lisa bit back another insult. She just had to endure this for two days, then the woman would be finished, but all these ridiculous insults were hard to bear. The sleeper was the first comfortable garment she had been in for a while though - the shirt and dress had been way too tight, but the fluffy garment fit loosely around her, just bulging around her crotch where her thick diaper forced it outward. Meril zipped it up from the back and helped her into her bed.

"Can't I just watch some TV from bed or something? It's too light outside, and-" "I've got something to help you sleep, honey. Open up..." Lisa shrunk back in bed as Meril produced an item from her pocket. It was a pink pacifier, and Lisa shook her head, pushing Meril's hands away. "Are you going to give me trouble again?" Meril asked sternly, and Lisa sensed she had to concede for now, accepting the rubber teat between her lips, blushing with the indignity. "That's a good girl. Nighty night, Lizzy". She kissed her forehead and left the room, the key harshly crunching in the lock. Lisa held her breath as Meril's footsteps faded, then hurriedly spat out the pacifier and crawled out of bed.

As she expected, her phones were missing - Meril was as meticulous as she was crazy. Brushing the curtains aside, she cursed inwardly seeing the warm evening sun bathe the garden in its light - she was missing a perfect summer evening because of that bitch. A quick check confirmed her hopes - her balcony doors were unlocked, giving her a chance to sneak out, away from the crazy broad. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and for a moment she was stunned by how immature the stupid sleeper was making her look; getting out of it and the ridiculous diaper was her first priority, she could never head out looking like that. But the zipper in the back was tricky - she could feel it under the fluffy cloth, but just couldn't reach far enough to properly grab it; she grunted in frustration as her fingers inched closer and closer, just not enough to...

"Why aren't you in bed?" Lisa glanced up from her efforts, her heart suddenly pounding as Meril stood at her door. "I was... I needed to..." she sputtered, but couldn't think of any excuse. Meril sternly pointed at her bed, and Lisa crawled back in, intimidated by the anger on Meril's face. "I guess we need to put a nice crib for you here so you can't climb out when you're supposed to be sleeping - but I know what we can do until then". She pulled back Lisa's blanket, straightening out the girl's feet, then produced some plastic straps from her skirt. "Hold still". With swift precision she looped the straps around Lisa's ankles, then secured them around her bedposts - they gave plenty of leeway, but confined her to her bed; she wasn't going anywhere with those straps in place. She moaned in disappointment as her hands followed; Meril was tying her down in her bed, and she gave the balcony door a last look, knowing that she possibly blew her best chance at escaping. Finally Meril forced the pacifier back in her mouth, stringing a long pink ribbon through its sides and tied it behind her head - she bit the rubber miserably, unable to force it out of her mouth anymore.

"This is for your own good, do you understand?" Meril asked, inspecting her momentarily before tucking her in under the warm blankets; Lisa nodded pathetically, not wanting to risk any further complications to her situation. As ridiculous as this was, there was no telling how much further Meril was willing to go with this, and lying tied down in her bed she didn't feel very brave anymore. "Since you refused to do as you were told, there will be punishment for this later" Meril added, tapping her cheek before leaving the room again. Lisa closed her eyes, fighting back her tears. How the hell did she end up in this mess?

Lisa yawned around her pacifier at long last, not because she felt tired enough to sleep, but because she was bored out of her mind. It must've been at least eight or nine, but it was still so bright outside, and she had nothing to do, couldn't sleep, could barely move. Tonight Will was supposed to come over... she was supposed to be in bed alright, wrapping her legs around his muscled ass to pull him closer, guiding his hard cock into her. She blushed thinking about his reaction if he saw her like this, diapered like a toddler, and for a moment she imagined his erection futilely sliding across the thick padding. God, she needed to get screwed so badly... another full day of this nonsense tomorrow without at least plunging her fingers into her slit would be impossible. She groaned, trying again to push out the pacifier with her tongue, but it was firmly lodged between her lips. Her hands couldn't even reach her crotch, no matter how she positioned herself, but the friction on the linen pulled her cotton sleeper into her padded crotch, and for a brief moment she felt what she was hoping for. It was pathetic, but it was all she had.

Moaning into her pacifier, she kept rubbing and rubbing, her diaper crinkling noisily under the blankets, the padding becoming wetter and wetter as it brushed past her slit again and again. She paused for a moment, suckling on the pacifier to prevent herself from drooling all over her pillow, her chest heaving with exertion. Closing her eyes again, she forced her thoughts away from her situation, imagining Will pounding into her, her nails digging into his muscled back, her teeth clamping down on the pacifier as her arousal built. Even her blanket was helping now, the friction sliding it down her body until the hem was brushing past her hard nipples at every stroke. But it wasn't enough... it wasn't enough to bring her over the edge. Was someone giggling in the distance? That couldn't be right. Trying to keep down her breathing, she listened intently. Was she losing it? Sucking down her saliva, she gave up and resumed grinding her hips, moaning, her bed squeaking as she used her bonds for support. Close... so close... and then light flooded in through her bedroom door, and Lisa froze, her face beet red.

"Awww... look at her, she looks so adorable in her sleeper!" Her friend Nicole, laughing at her. "Geez, does dressing like that turn her on or something?" Her friend Julie, clearly noticing how flustered she was. "It might... she didn't waste any time touching herself at the mall today when I made her wear a pretty dress". Her tormentor Meril, who apparently knew what she had been doing in that stall, guiding both girls closer. There was a fourth further back in the room, blushing almost as much as she was, and Lisa looked up at her with pleading eyes: her friend Dana. But Dana didn't come to help her, and her eyes shot back to Nicole and Julie, glaring with hatred, but she wasn't in a position to intimidate anyone anymore. "Does Lizzy like sucking her binky?" Nicole teased, caressing her cheek with a perfumed hand. Lisa squirmed in her bonds, but she couldn't do a thing; reacting to her squirming, Julie began tickling her sides, and Lisa moaned into her pacifier in protest. "Oh my gawd!" Julie suddenly exclaimed, and Lisa lay back panting, feeling weird. "Haha, she's pissing herself!" Lisa's eyes widened as she realized it was true - her hot pee was gushing into her diaper, and she hadn't even noticed...

"Now girls, Lisa can't help wet herself, that's why she has to wear a diaper to bed" Meril helpfully explained, and both girls roared with laughter. "Wow, she's really wearing a diaper" Julie admired, the diaper padding squishing under the cotton as she pressed it with her finger. Lisa bit back her tears, but when the wet padding pressed against her pulsing mound, she couldn't help herself, a moan escaping her lips past the rubber nipple. "She's like getting off on it" she added, and Nicole quickly tried it as well. No matter how she squirmed she couldn't escape the probing hands, rubbing her soaked diaper into her crotch, but she couldn't give in, not in front of these girls. "Go on girls, help our little baby cum in her diaper". The girls didn't need Meril's encouragement, rhythmically rubbing the diaper while groping Lisa's tits through her sleeper, laughing and belittling her as her body betrayed her. Lisa looked towards Dana for help, but Dana was just staring at her, blushing furiously, and to her distress she saw Dana's hand slowly sneaking to her own crotch.

It felt so good. It felt so good she was getting dizzy with pleasure, but she couldn't let this happen, couldn't let these back-stabbing bitches rub her to orgasm while she was wearing a wet diaper under her ridiculous pink sleeper... "Didn't know you were a dirty perv Liz". Drool ran down her cheeks while Meril softly stroked her hair. "You so had this coming, can't wait to tell everyone at school...". Lisa was humping into their hands, out of control, her need to cum too great. She felt small, humiliated, dominated, but so horny. "Do you promise to be a good girl from now on, Lizzy?" She moaned into her pacifier in frustration, but if the girls stopped now... she didn't want them to stop, she wanted to cum, and she anxiously nodded to Meril, pleading with her eyes. "Alright then... you can cum in your baby diapers". The girls giggled, rubbing and pinching her breasts while massaging her pussy through the thick, wet padding, and Lisa closed her eyes, surrendering to the shameful pleasure, her moans higher and higher pitched until her release finally hit her, her body shuddering with the most intense orgasm she ever experienced.

Laughter surrounded her as she lay in her bed, still jittering from her orgasm, wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and be left alone, but her bonds prevented even that. "Now girls... I want you to promise not to tell anyone about Lisa's punishment, is that understood?" Lisa sniffled, briefly looking up at Meril - was she sparing her? "Oh... okay I guess" Julie spoke out of view, sounding disappointed. Lisa closed her eyes, fighting back her tears while Julie and Nicole whispered excitedly to eachother on their way out. "Dana... you've been rather quiet, is something wrong?" Dana. Lisa entirely forgot about Dana, but she was the only one that didn't participate in her humiliation, and it looked like she still commanded some respect with the girl. "A-ah... no, it's just... I don't really... geez" Dana sputtered, and Meril took her by her shoulder, guiding her closer. "Why don't you help me change poor Lisa's diaper then".

Lisa had been naked around Dana plenty of times, in changing rooms, in her bedroom while trying on her latest purchases, but this was different. With the sleeper unzipped and her hands untied, she was sitting up in little more than a wet diaper, and after a few ripped tapes even that came off. Meril didn't let her cover her shaved pussy, still hot and glistening with her juices, and to her distress she found Dana staring at it much longer than she was comfortable with. "This punishment is just to help Lisa become more well-behaved, Dana - hand me some of those wipes, will you?" Dana complied voicelessly, still blushing furiously, but didn't turn away when Meril expertly cleaned her crotch; Lisa moaned into her pacifier as her still sensitive pussy strongly responded to the texture of the perfumed tissues. "Goodness, she's still aroused" Meril smiled, taking the fresh diaper Dana handed her, then quickly lifted Lisa's behind. Dana stared as Meril fastened the adhesive tapes, and when instructed helped Lisa back into her sleeper, quickly turning away when Lisa pleaded with her eyes. "I... gotta go home and stuff, so yeah..." she mumbled. "Wait for me outside, Dana. I need to have a word with you". She turned back to Lisa, fastening her hands to the bedside with the straps, this time without any protest, tucked in the blanket and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. "Remember, the sooner you learn to behave, the sooner this will be over. Sleep tight angel".

Only when Lisa was alone in her dark room again, the tears finally came. She felt violated, betrayed, humiliated... and for a moment she felt like giving up, doing what she was told, enduring the shame until Meril was pleased enough with her, but at the same time she was boiling for revenge, revenge on that bitch Meril in the first place, but now also revenge on Julie and Nicole for going through with what Meril got them to do. She needed to get to Dana: it was clear she was too much of a chicken to go against Meril herself, but if she could get to her without Meril nearby she'd have her help her out of this mess in no time. The faint sound of the doorbell distracted her, and suddenly her heart began to pound - what time was it? Will was supposed to come over tonight, but... "...can't see you tonight..." Holding her breath, she could vaguely make out their conversation; if Will saw her like this her social life would be over, she could deal with Nicole and Julie but Will was entirely different. "... I feel I need to make it up to you, please allow me to..." "...really don't know about that..." Lisa gasped. Was that woman seriously trying to make a pass on Will?! He'd never go for an old hag like Meril...

It was silent in her room, and with the silence came many doubts. Meril wasn't exactly an old hag. She wasn't old, and as her dad's whore she obviously wasn't ugly. Especially her big tits concerned Lisa - she knew what a good pair did to the boys, which was one of the main reason she had hers enlarged. But even Will would be above fucking her housekeeper, right? "...need to keep it down though, or we'll wake the baby..." Muffled grunts and kisses followed, and Lisa exploded, angrily pulling at the straps. That was supposed to be HER boyfriend now. He was supposed to give HER a good time. But no matter how she pulled or struggled, her bonds didn't budge, and all she could do was listen to the soft moans in the background. She wanted to be there, getting screwed by Will... She groaned, still not recovered from her orgasm earlier, but now her body was aching for more. This was so unfair...

Chapter 4: Betrayal

Lisa woke to the pale morning light seeping into her room. Even though she could feel she slept for many, many hours it was still early in the morning, and she frowned remembering how she tried to hump herself to orgasm last night, being forced to listen to Meril and Will making out afterwards. She never got anywhere beyond teasing herself, and fell asleep horny, frustrated but tired. Her bladder felt full again, and although thankfully her diaper seemed to be dry under the blankets she realized she wouldn't last long, and after enduring the discomfort for as long as she could, she finally closed her eyes and gave in, blushing as a wet warmth spread into her crotch. She had tried to stand up to Meril many times yesterday, and every time she lost more of her freedom and dignity. It was going to be difficult to get proper revenge for all the things Meril had done to her... but she'd get her chance. Her tongue darted around the rubber nipple in her mouth, and for a while she suckled it in boredom; it was comforting in a way.

Meril arrived what seemed like hours later to free her, helping her up in bed with her arms and legs all stiff from being in the same position during the night. "Did you sleep well, Lizzy?" she inquired, untying and plopping out her pacifier - for a moment, Lisa missed having it in her mouth. She just shook her head; Meril seemed to smile somewhat apologetically, then easily lifted her out of bed; apparently the manual labor she did around the house paid off for her, but it made Lisa feel even smaller than she already did. "I made a nice hot bath for you already, and then we're going to have a delicious breakfast". Lisa let her help her out of the sleeper, shivering briefly in the cold wearing only her wet diaper. "Did you have another accident, honey?" She looked away, cringing as Meril quickly cupped her padding with one hand, nodding as she heard the soft squish. "It's okay baby, it'll all be over soon". Was that pity in her voice? Was Meril finally beginning to realize she went too far with this?

Lisa kept quiet throughout the bath, not even saying a word during breakfast as she suckled warm milk from a bottle. Meril seemed pleased with her - pleased enough to slip her a sandwich after she finished the bottle, and even let Lisa cut it up herself, although she still came over to clean off her mouth with a wipe after she finished that. After breakfast Meril led her to the large couch, her fresh diaper crinkling as she sat down on the leather seat. "I have some errands to run, so I want you to stay here and watch television like a good girl, okay?" Lisa nodded, but her heart pounding in her throat - her plan was working, Meril was giving her too much slack. The television hummed to life, and Meril switched it to a childish cartoon and pocketed the remote into her apron, and Lisa slid her diapered butt down a bit, pulling down the pink shirt to cover her navel. "I'll be back in thirty minutes or so..." Meril explained, and Lisa waited patiently for her to leave, but Meril took her sweet time. "Please behave today, okay?" she asked eventually in a worried tone, and Lisa nodded again, slipping her thumb into her mouth while she watched the cartoon. She'd play the dumb baby if that's what Meril wanted to see. And Meril bought it, and left her alone.

Wiping the drool from her thumb on her shirt, Lisa listened intently for the sound of the car to disappear. She wouldn't have much time, but she also didn't want to risk getting caught again - she had to escape this madness, and Dana was going to help her with it. She looked down on her petite body; no way she could go out wearing just the tight shirt and diaper. It was time, now or never. She rushed up the stairs as fast as the thick diaper would let her, ripping the tapes off with a relieved sigh and threw them towards her litter bin. Her shirt was fine; she briefly considered slipping on some underwear of sorts, but decided to skip it as usual and dipped straight into a pair of her jeans, her sense of maturity returning to her as she finally looked like at least a teenager again. A pair of sneakers finished her impromptu ensemble, and she hurried down the stairs again, out the door, towards Dana's house. She was out. Her hell was over, now all she needed to do was contact her dad and get her revenge on that bitch.

"Lisa? I like, thought-" Dana sputtered when she saw her on the doorstep - Lisa wasted no time and walked straight in. "I managed to get away from that crazy bitch - no thanks to you". She briefly regretted her indirect accusation - she needed Dana's help now more than ever, but the guilty look on Dana's face was reassuring. "Listen... what you saw last night, you understand nobody, and I mean nobody ever hears out about that, okay?" "Ofcourse Lisa, miss Meril was like don't tell anyone right?". "Who the fuck cares what Meril said" Lisa hissed. "I'M telling you. Meril's going to be finished real soon, and Nicole and Julie have got quite something in store for them as well. You're a smart girl... you're loyal. If you know what's good for you, you help me get through this and I'll make sure my dad hears you had nothing to do with it". She saw Dana stare at her, and feeling the urgency of the situation, she continued "I don't want you to become a victim of that crazy bitch as well, I care about you". Dana smiled, but shook her head. "Nah, you don't... but that's okay".

Lisa glared at her for a moment, wondering what that remark meant - Dana picked the wrong moment to get weird with her, she couldn't deal with that right now. "Look, Dana - your mom has my dad's number somewhere, right? Make yourself useful and find it for me, there's not much time". Dana gave her another weird smile, but went on her way to the study; Lisa impatiently drummed her fingers on the couch, occasionally checking the window, half-expecting Meril to come down the garden path towards them already. Suddenly a loud chime sounded behind her, and she jumped - only after she recovered from the shock, she took the time to read the clock that startled her: there were less than twenty minutes remaining before Meril said she'd be home again. Walking away from the wall, she looked down at her pants in dismay: a small dark spot appeared in her crotch. She sighed into her hands, trying to calm down, but she grew increasingly worried her bladder control was seriously beginning to slip if getting startled did this to her already. At first her incident didn't seem so obvious, but the dark spot grew and grew, until even her inner thighs began to turn dark and wet, and the jeans became more and more uncomfortable as they roughly rode into her slit with every move.

"What happened?" Dana asked as she came in, resting the mobile phone on the table. "None of your business, did you find the number?". It had taken Dana close to five minutes to return, precious minutes that she simply didn't have, and she was more than annoyed now. "I took care of it" Dana replied with an unfamiliar confidence. "Hey Liz, we don't have any diapers for you over here you know". "What? I don't want no fucking diapers, I just need to use the toilet when I'm done calling... did you get the number or not?" "Looks like you do need them - girls who just go in their pants need to wear diapers" Dana giggled, and Lisa bit back her anger. "Not funny Dana. Just give me the damn number". Just then the shrill sound of the doorbell rang through the room, and Lisa grasped her crotch in fright, shivering as she felt more pee trickle down her thighs, droplets slowly rolling further down her leg pipes. "Let's go see who that is" Dana offered, taking Lisa by her arm and guiding her over to the door. Lisa glanced at the time - still about fifteen minutes, there was no way that could be...

Meril. Lisa covered her mouth, her bladder betraying her a final time, her urine dripping on the marble hallway tiles.

"Look, I..." she stammered, shaking on her soaked legs. "D-Dana, do something...!" What was going on? Why did Meril come here, why now? "She's totally soaked, thanks for coming over so soon..." Dana smiled, taking Lisa's hand. Lisa blinked and looked at Dana, her best friend... did she call...? Meril didn't return Dana's smile, her face a mixture of disappointment and sadness. Lisa hoped this meant compassion of some kind, but her hopes were shattered when a moment later Meril briskly grabbed her by her arm, dragging her crying to the living room couch. "Hold her hands" she commanded, and Dana kneeled beside her on the floor. Lisa was roughly pulled over Meril's lap, her legs kicking into thin air as Dana treacherously immobilized her hands. "No please don't!!" she sputtered, but it was useless. Her wet jeans clinging tightly to her ass, she cringed as the smacks began to steadily rain down. "P-please stop..." she bawled, her tears soon running down her face, but Meril didn't stop. "You've been a naughty girl" Dana cooed, pulling her hands further down until she could feel the girl's breath on her lips. Her best friend betrayed her, and Lisa realized she now had no one else to fall back on except her father who was gone for at least a week still. Her mind hazed over with pain and confusion, her rear burning, Dana's treacherous smile up in her face, Lisa lost track of time, yelping and crying on Meril's lap.

After Meril finally decided Lisa had been spanked enough, she and Dana worked as a team, dragging her back to her own place, and Lisa didn't resist much, the shame and shock from earlier leaving her weak and distraught, her ass still blazing with pain. Dana had been her way out, her stooge to shortcut this ordeal and get her life back on the road. Sundays were a day for hanging out with her friends, watching movies, making out with Will for hours... but now she was getting rapidly undressed, Dana holding her while Meril peeled off her wet jeans, then lifting her T-shirt over her head. Meril toweled her crotch with wipes and a bath towel, and Dana quickly presented the confirmation of her distress - a fresh diaper was slid underneath her red-hot butt, crinkling softly as it was taped shut. It was all they let her wear - she was naked except for the white bulk around her hips, and Lisa blushed when Dana giggled, giving her breasts a good stare. But not a word was spoken between them, and that worried Lisa more than anything else. And when they guided her to the kitchen, she knew her fears had not been unfounded.

A tall feeding chair waited for her, but this was no ordinary model - it seemed adjusted to her size, and had Velcro straps for her hands and feet, locking them securely underneath the feeding board, pressing against her bare stomach. She couldn't move an inch in this thing, couldn't even cover her breasts with her arms. This went far beyond plastic straps or a pack of adult diapers, and it scared Lisa immensely. Meril wasn't joking around with this.

"Lizzy... you were doing so well this morning, and if you'd only behaved you would've been back in training pants tonight, and a free girl again tomorrow. I was really disappointed to have to find out you were just lying to me, trying to fool me into thinking you finally learned something". "M-Meril, I just-" Lisa stammered, but Meril continued unhindered. "Apparently being treated like a little girl for an entire weekend just isn't enough for you. You've done everything you could to earn those diapers you're wearing, so you can wear them with pride for the rest of the week. Maybe then you'll finally get tired of acting like a spoiled little baby. Dana, fetch me the jars on the top shelf of the cupboard". Meril herself moved behind Lisa, tying a pink bib around her neck, the frilled rubber tickling the top of her breasts.

"I was hoping I wouldn't need to give you anymore of this cocktail, but since you're going to be in diapers for a while I might as well help you use them properly". "Please Meril, I-I can change, I'll be a good girl, just don't-" "This baby food contains a large dose of diuretics, muscle relaxants, laxatives and some more chemicals to keep you in check, and you're going to eat all of it like a good little baby. At least then you won't need to worry about having to go in your diapers anymore as your body will simply lose control for a while. I guess you really do need someone to look after you when I'm gone so you don't get yourself into even more trouble - I had a good talk with Dana last night, and she agreed to be your babysitter for today; I'm sure she won't mind looking after you for a while longer as well. She'll help me change your wet and messy diapers, feed you, bathe you and put you to bed, and you will respect her accordingly, or you'll soon find out what it's like to be stuck in a poopy diaper for a full day or more".

"Now open wide..." Meril concluded, taking a spoonful of the first jar to Lisa's mouth, but Lisa pursed her lips. Her bladder was already unreliable enough due to all the drugs Meril slipped her, and her bodily control was one of the last things she had. But Meril insisted, prodding her lips, smearing the vile baby food across her lips. Lisa shook her head, but with a quick gesture from Meril, Dana reached in from behind and pinched her nose shut. As soon as she gasped for air, Meril expertly shoved in the full spoon, and in her fright Lisa gagged, spitting out half the load while the other half shot into her throat. "Y-you can't do this, I'm seventeen years old, I don't want to wear diapers..." Meril scooped up the spillage and brought it back to her lips, forcing it in, and when another spoonful was added Lisa had no choice but to swallow, feeling sick knowing what the mush would do to her. Dana giggled and massaged her throat, helping down spoonful after spoonful, and soon Lisa began to feel lightheaded, her vision blurring as she was forced to swallow more and more baby food.

The rest of her day was a haze. After her horrible lunch she was put into bed for her afternoon nap, and the baby food made sure she was asleep before she knew it. She woke up with a nagging bladder and bowels, and although she tried her best, her body lost the battle against the drugs, her bladder first giving away, immediately followed by the miserable feeling of filling her diaper. As promised, Dana came to clean her up; Lisa was astonished by how comfortable her former friend seemed with the entire situation, how willing she seemed to be to act out Meril's depraved vengeance. She couldn't bring herself to talk to her, partly because of utter shame, partly because she feared every word could go straight to Meril, and was almost happy when Dana pushed her pink pacifier inbetween her lips - at least she couldn't talk while sucking on that, couldn't screw things up even further. Dana seemed to be enjoying her role of babysitter, incessantly cooing her as if she was the dumb toddler they were forcing her to be, but Lisa didn't have the energy or courage left to react to it.

The evening brought more forced feeding, and only an hour later Meril took her for a hot bath before bed, scrubbing her down thoroughly; to her relief Meril seemed to have calmed down a little, but she didn't want to get her hopes up - from here on out she had to tread on eggshells. Even soaking in the hot scented bath, Meril's sponge methodically scrubbing her back, her mind couldn't relax, milling over the things that were done to her. "You're such a handful" Meril finally sighed, breaking the silence at long last as she helped her out of the bathtub, her skin tingling from the rough sponging, and even that felt like a small victory to Lisa already. But there was a long way to go. On the thick bathroom rug was a fresh diaper spread out for her, the symbol of her humiliation, and she had no choice but to accept it for now. Meril took out some baby oil, carefully rubbing it into her loins, and Lisa cringed, her body treacherously warming up to the woman's touch again; Meril's fingernails sent a jolt of pleasure through her as it traced her lips. "Does that feel good?" Meril smiled, but Lisa looked away blushing - being this intimate with another woman was ridiculous. "I know you still have your big girl needs, Lizzy... if you want, I can help you fulfill them before it's nap time". Lisa looked up at Meril in confusion - was she seriously suggesting...? She quickly shook her head, her heart pounding, and Meril nodded, dutifully folding her diaper around her hips and taping it shut.

Lisa awoke later that night, wrinkling her itching nose. She knew she couldn't reach it - her hands and feet were tied to her bedposts again, and even her pacifier was secured for the night, but she had already learned to duck slightly underneath her cover, relieving her itch against the linen, and relaxed again. There was another itch she couldn't reach, an itch that had gotten worse in the perverse dream she had been having. Will was taking her from behind, but she felt nothing... nothing until he started smacking her behind and called her a naughty girl. Meril had been watching throughout, and Lisa had tried to explain it wasn't the spanking or the name-calling that was doing anything, but couldn't speak because of the pacifier in her mouth... Thinking back to her bath, she sighed through her nose; Meril had offered to rub her off, that was like having sex - she was certain a significant part of Meril's job was to have sex with her dad, but she never considered Meril would dare offer those services to her. She refused - ofcourse she refused, she wasn't a dyke or nothing... but her pussy was nagging for attention in her hot diaper, and to her embarrassment she felt a twinge of regret passing up on the offer.

Her eyes drooped again, her body still sleepy with the drugs given to her... how many hours ago? It was difficult to tell if it was dark outside in the first place, her thick curtains blocking out most of the light. The sound of her doorknob turning broke the monotonous sound of the rain outside - but it couldn't be morning already. With effort she raised her head enough to peek over the edge of her bed, making out a short silhouette - that couldn't be Meril. Dim light crept into the room, and she recognized Dana, sneaking up to her bedside. "You awake?" she whispered, and Lisa nodded, her heart racing. Had Dana been playing along with Meril all this time? Was it possible there was still a way out for her, that she still had a friend who was willing to help her out of this mess? Dana lifted the covers, and Lisa pleaded with her eyes, tugging at her restraints, drool running down her chin. "You look so cute in your fluffy pink sleeper" Dana smiled, patting the bulge in Lisa's crotch, and her heart sank. "Just like a baby princess... would Lizzy like to hear a story before goin' sleepy-bye again?" Lisa groaned, weakly shaking her head. "Don't worry, you'll love this one. Lemme snuggle up in bed for it..." To Lisa's distress, Dana began undressing, crawling into her bed wearing only her underwear, first towering over her with a warm smile, then lying down around her side, resting her hand on her stomach.

"Okay the story starts with a cute li'l girl from this town, let's call her Danny. Danny didn't really have friends to play with, and the girls at school thought she was like weird, but then this really pretty girl Lizzy came living close to her home so she tried to talk to her and stuff. Lizzy had no friends either so she was nice to Danny, but because people knew her daddy Lizzy slowly turned all nasty, and Danny thought that was a real shame that Lizzy who was so smart and pretty acted like that, anyway she put up with it for years because she knew without her Lizzy wouldn't have any friends, and between you and me she thought the new girl was really hot and had a secret crush on her". Lisa's eyes widened; she futilely tried to inch away from Dana, unable to escape the continuation of the story. Dana was blushing, and softly stroked Lisa's face, pressing her body into the soft cotton.

"When they grew older Lizzy started hanging out with boys and stuff and that made Danny sad because she had to go home and rub her own cunny while Lizzy let those filthy boys fuck her, and Lizzy even got bigger titties and like a bigger ass for the boys making her even hotter but no matter how much Danny helped her Lizzy kept totally treating her like trash, but 'cause Danny still loved Lizzy she didn't say nothin', afraid Lizzy would push her away. But Lizzy had been mean to her maid too, and her maid decided that Lizzy needed to learn how to be a good girl again so she put Lizzy back into baby diapers so she could grow up again and stuff but maybe better this time. When Danny saw her friend dressed up like a helpless little baby she got like really hot and wet, but she didn't know what to do 'cause Lizzy had been bossing her around for so long, but the maid saw she was touching herself and talked to her after that..." Lisa bit miserably on her pacifier, fighting back her revulsion. All those years her best friend had been lusting after her. In retrospect she could see it - Dana had always jealously hated her boy toys, it explained what she considered a pathetic preoccupation with hanging out with her, explained why Dana never pursued a relationship of her own despite getting plenty of attention...

"The maid made Danny admit that she was in love with Lizzy, made her say out loud what she was... a lesbian, a lesbian slut who wanted to eat out her best friend's pussy... Danny was like really upset when she said it, but the maid hugged her, knew what she needed, was already rubbing her wet cunny through her jeans..." Dana was rubbing herself against Lisa now, breathing heavily while she blissfully groped the cotton clad breasts, her digits darting over Lisa's hardening nipples; her other hand was sneaking down between her own legs, and Dana bit her lip, continuing her story in a hoarse voice. "Danny could be baby Lizzy's babysitter for a day, but she would have to promise to stop being a slave for Lizzy, and listen to the maid instead... Danny was so horny when she said yes, but she couldn't cum yet... the maid undressed and Danny had to show just how good a c-cuntlicker she was..." Dana's breath came in ragged gasps now, and Lisa could smell her, could smell the musk of her arousal as her fingers furiously worked her pussy, and underneath the thick padding, her own slit shivered with warm moistness, nagging for similar treatment.

"Danny never l-licked any cunts before... so she didn't know what to d-do really but the maid helped her... mmm... she was so p-pretty and hot... her titties are like so b-big and her p-pussy so wet... and... and Danny did her best, she felt really d-dirty but she was so horny and after the maid came it only took... l-like a minute for D-Danny to cum on the m-maids f-f-f..." Dana moaned, her entire body trembling against Lisa's, her hips jerking against hers. "F-fingers" Dana added with a smile, and gave Lisa a shivering kiss on her cheek, caressing her hair. "A-And now..." she panted. "Lizzy can't... p-push Danny away anymore... and Danny..." Dana slid her hand down Lisa's sleeper, resting it on the big bulge around her crotch. "...is going to rape Lizzy". Lisa moaned into her pacifier in protest, her face flushed, squirming in her bonds, but she couldn't stop Dana straddling her, her hair hanging down in her face as she grinned. "What is going on here?" a voice accompanied the growing light in the room, and Dana was startled. "M-Miss Meril, I was just...". "Get dressed, you little tramp. I didn't give you permission for this". Dana shrunk back, hurrying out of the bed, grabbed her clothes and tip-toed out of the room in her underwear. Meril then turned to Lisa, resting her fingertips on her chest. "Don't worry, I'll make sure that won't happen again. Do you need a diaper change?" Lisa averted her gaze, blushing, but shook her head, and Meril tucked her blanket over her again. "Have a good sleep then. Tomorrow's a school day, and I don't want you to miss it". Lisa's eyes shot up, but Meril was already leaving the room.

Chapter 5: Back to School

Lisa didn't sleep well. Between her limited freedom, the hot diaper that turned into a wet diaper, then into a wet and messy diaper, the things Dana told her, what Dana wanted to do to her and the concerns she had over what Meril had in mind for her attending school it had been impossible to get much rest, and she woke up feeling more tired than when she went to bed. Meril cleaned her up, showered her and toweled her off, leaving her naked on the bathroom mat while she picked up a bundle of clothing from the dresser. "Now honey, after your little stunt yesterday you understand your punishment is still in full effect, so you will still wear a diaper to school today. I went over to Mrs. Richards earlier, and she graciously lent you Brenda's old uniform to wear which should be easier incase you have any accidents". She demonstratively held up a blouse and skirt, and Lisa cringed as she recognized the pattern - up until a few years ago, her high school still had uniform regulations; what Meril was showing her though was the uniform new girls wore in their first year, an old fashioned black-and-green plaid skirt and white blouse. Covering her diaper were crinkling rubber pants, snapping tightly around her waist, and as with her old summer dress, the plaid skirt only barely hid her shameful secret. The tight blouse flattered her breasts, the sleeves only slightly too short for her frame, and Meril produced some long white socks that reached up to her knees, completing the outfit with perky green ribbons to tie her hair back and polished black shoes without heel to speak of, revealing the short stature her pumps normally obscured.

"Dana will come pick you up, and she'll keep an eye on you for the day. I don't want you to give her any trouble, you hear?" "I don't want to go to school looking like this" Lisa muttered, hoping for a shred of sympathy from Meril; if her school saw her like this, her social life would be over, she'd graduate long before people would ever forget. She thought about what her dad's stooges could do for her, but she could think of nothing that would terrorize people enough to stop them giggling behind her back over this humiliation. "Can't I just stay home? I'll... I'll be a good girl" she offered, but Meril just smiled. "Honey... only babies and toddlers don't have to go to school. Are you a baby?" "No! I just..." "Are you a toddler?" Lisa shook her head. "Then you'll go to school today. I packed you some cookies and drinks in your lunchbox, and added your binky to it as well, just incase you feel like it". Lisa gave her a hateful glare, but took the lunchbox and headed to the door, where Dana was already waiting. This was going to be the most miserable day of her life.

Lisa sank her head into her hands, her humiliation complete as students and classmates discovered her childish attire within seconds, and spotted her diaper minutes later. She was the laughing stock of the entire school, everyone had pointed at her, laughed at her, giggled about her. Nobody had dared to jeer her openly, and she still saw people look away when she challenged their gaze, but the feeling of power she was so used to carrying around the halls was gone, and had made room for uncertainty, shame, humility, everything she hated to feel. It was clear that among all those students, not one of them pitied her, and Lisa felt a burning hatred for all of them - common people, cowering in fear of her until recently, now daring to make fun of her, a Fiore. In her classroom she could overhear shreds of whispers about her, felt the stares in her back, heard the girls giggle, and it was no surprise her teachers didn't try much to quiet them, having suffered under her tyranny for years. "Class, class... settle down. As you may have heard, our Lisa has to wear diapers today, and I don't want anyone making fun of her for it" Mrs. Bellefleur started, but Lisa could tell by her smirk that there would be nothing benign to her words. "Lisa can't help her situation, so I expect everyone to be supportive of the poor child, and treat her just like someone your own age". Lisa clenched her fists, hearing more giggles, wishing the day could be over already.

How was she supposed to pay attention in class, wearing those humiliating clothes, the entire class laughing behind her back, and feeling so tired still... her eyes kept drooping, and she soon tried resting her heavy head on her arms. "-what is the past tense of that? Lisa?" Lisa blinked, rubbing her eyes. "Uh..." "Are you paying any attention, miss Fiore, or are you too busy with your afternoon nap?" More giggles. "I'm... I'm sorry miss" Lisa croaked, gritting her teeth, but her sleepiness didn't leave her. Minutes later, a sharp prod from Dana woke her up, and her face flushed red as the class began laughing, Mrs. Bellefleur towering over her with crossed arms. "Miss Fiore... school is a place where big girls come to study. Since you can't seem to pay attention, why don't you go stand in the corner and do some good thinking about why you're here". Lisa slowly got up, pulling the back of her skirt down, and shuffled over to the corner, her face beet red as the class slowly calmed down again. It wasn't even close to lunchtime, and realizing how many hours more of this she had to endure, she had to fight back her tears.

She'd get back at them. All of them. Nobody helped her, so everyone was just as guilty. Her father ruled this town, everyone knew that, and still they dared to ridicule her like this... they deserved to pay. She shifted her weight, pulling her skirt down again; her bladder was beginning to feel full, and the draft passing between her legs made it hard to keep it in. But there were only fifteen minutes left, and asking would just invite more humiliation... She tried to squeeze her legs together, her diaper crinkling noisily as the thick padding between her hips bunched up, but at least it seemed to help... "What are you doing, Lisa?" Mrs. Bellefleur suddenly snapped, and Lisa tried to relax, moving back to a normal pose. "I'm..." she started, but almost immediately she felt a spurt trickle into her diaper; she clasped the front of her padding, but it was too late - her pee flooded into her diaper, and she gasped. It was still quiet. Had anyone been able to hear? Did they notice what happened? "I... need to go to the bathroom, miss". She straightened out her skirt, trying to breathe normally. Steps slowly approached, and she could feel Mrs. Bellefleur standing behind her, her strong perfume making her dizzy. "Did you just wet your diaper?" Lisa blushed, weakly shaking her head.

"Lift your skirt, Miss Fiore" Mrs. Bellefleur commanded, and Lisa bit her lip, only slowly complying. "I will ask again. Did you wet your diaper?" Lisa felt the weight of her wet diaper pull on her hips, realized there was no way out. "Y-yes, miss" she whispered. "Yes miss what?" "Yes miss, I wet my diaper". "Miss Fiore. The next time you feel you need to use the bathroom, you ask me -before- you go. I cannot have girls peeing themselves in my classroom, is that perfectly clear?" The giggles in the class turned to laughter, but Mrs. Bellefleur silenced them with a quick gesture. "Y-yes miss". The class resumed, and Lisa bumped her head against the wall; she could die right there, she had never been so humiliated in her life. But she knew there was more to the sickening feeling in her stomach, and she shakily raised her hand, having learned her lesson about trying to wait it out. "Yes, Lisa?" "I do need to use the bathroom, miss... for... you know" Lisa muttered, trying to ignore the giggles. "Are you sure you're not just going in your diapers again, little girl?" "It's not like I want to, please, just let me go..." Lisa flapped out, ignoring how pathetic she sounded, praying Mrs. Bellefleur wasn't going to force her to mess her diaper in front of the whole class. "Well" Mrs. Bellefleur started. "We don't want you stinking up the place, do we? Dana, you can take little Lizzy to the toilet, I'm sure she'll need your help".

"You looked totally adorable up there" Dana chirped, holding her hand on the way to the bathroom. "I... I can't do this anymore" Lisa muttered. "I want to go home". Tears welled in her eyes, and Dana shortly hugged her. "You can't go home silly, lunch break is soon and after that we've got biology". "Dana, you've got to help me" Lisa pleaded. "I know I treated you like shit, but you can't let her do this to me..." "What are you talking about? I am so helping you, you just don't get it. Now that everyone knows what a baby you are, you can like start over... it's for your own good, Lizzy". "Forget it, just take me to the bathroom, I really need to go bad". Dana took her hands and danced in front of her, shaking her head. "We're not going to the bathroom, silly. You're a baby... babies poop their didees so just let it all go and you'll feel much better okay?" "Dana please" Lisa whined, "Don't make me go in my diapers... please". Dana pouted her lips for a moment, tapping her cheek, then grinned. "Tell you what. I'll let you use the bathroom and stuff... if you give me a nice big kiss". Lisa buckled as another cramp hit her, looking up at Dana with tears in her hate-filled eyes. She didn't have the strength to fight her, to fight this humiliation, and she knew she had to submit. She swallowed, closed her eyes and leaned forward, pecking Dana's cheek with shivering lips, trying to keep back her revulsion. "On the lips, silly baby" Dana insisted, and Lisa fumed. Dana puckered up after a devilish grin, and Lisa looked around in despair - there was no one that could help her. No one that would help her.

She knew how Dana felt about her. Kissing that girl on the lips... disgusted her. "What's the matter? You wanna poop your diapers that badly?" Dana taunted, and Lisa hung her head. "I think I'll send you back into class wearing it and like show everyone". Lisa cringed, closed her eyes again, a tear rolling down her cheek, leaned in to kiss Dana's inviting lips. But just then Dana pulled her hands behind her, dragging Lisa along, locking their lips in an inescapable deep kiss, Dana freely slipping her tongue inbetween Lisa's lips, moaning hungrily. Lisa cried in distress, almost losing her balance, her breasts resting against Dana's, her hands uselessly struggling to try and push herself away. She froze as she realized the price she paid for her exertions, her bowels straining and finally moving slowly but unstoppable. Dana pulled her even closer, enthusiastically frenching her trembling lips, but finally released her grip on her hands, and Lisa fell away, landing on her hands and feet. "You're a total freak you know that". Lisa reached for her rear in misery, but it was too late, the warm sticky mush slowly filling her wet diaper. She was messing herself, and Dana was just watching her sadistically. It didn't take long for her to smell it too, and Dana eventually reached down with her hand, smiling. "Or does baby want to crawl to the nurse's office?" "I just want to go home..." Lisa muttered, and Dana nodded. "Once little Lizzy gets a fresh new didee, she's allowed to go home".

Lisa hadn't spoken a word during her changing by the school nurse, nor during the drive home, and she was still silent sitting on the couch next to Meril; Dana drove off again outside. "How was school, honey?" Meril informed, rubbing her shoulder softly. Lisa turned to her slowly. "How could you do this to me?" "Honey..." Meril started, but the look on Lisa's face was enough to bring her to pause. "My teacher ridiculed me... Dana took her chance to make it worse, the whole school was laughing at me..." Lisa felt her eyes prick, knew she had to stop if she was to have any chance of getting treated normally again before the end of the week, but her anger guided her on. "It's YOUR fault they're all laughing at me!! I'm Lisa Fiore!! Nobody gets to laugh at Lisa Fiore!!!" Her tears started rolling down her face again. "YOUR FAULT!!!" she suddenly wailed in hysterical tears, and began pounding Meril's chest with her harmless blows, screaming and crying unintelligible insults. Meril wrapped her arms around her, slowly pulling her closer, until her arms couldn't even try to hit Meril anymore. "There there, let it all out". Lisa's lips felt parched, her tears were all gone, and she just felt terrible, angry, tired, so tired in Meril's warm embrace, her face smothered by Meril's uniform, wet with her tears.

"Just order a pizza or something, I left money for you on the table". A view from her past appeared in Lisa's dream, the view of looking up at her mother, packing her purse for another night out, not even giving her a glance. "Brenda's mom plays games with her in the evening, I wanna do that too mommy, I'm bored and you're never around" she heard herself say, with the whining intonation that she would train into vile disdain later on. "They have to play games because they can't afford the kind of toys your daddy buys for you, now stop whining and go play with them or something, you're being annoying". "I hate you" she hissed, resisting the urge to vent her anger on her mother's calves. Only now her mother slowly turned to her, looking down with an icy glare in her eyes. "You're nothing but a careless mistake". She didn't understand it back then, but the memory had chilled her ever since she did.

Her head felt heavy, oddly warm, comfortable, helping the nightmare fade a bit. Something smelled nice, familiar. She slowly opened her eyes, and to her amazement realized she had fallen asleep against Meril's large bosom, the woman's arms weakly wrapped around her. She heard Meril breathe deeply, and she tilted her head to confirm she had fallen asleep as well. Meril wasn't as menacing now, sleeping... her embrace felt as if she was comforting her, alien almost; but after all her ordeals, after that dream, even Meril's comfort was welcome to her. She needed comfort, and the cold reality was no one would offer it to her anymore... Meril had to hate her, after all the shit she pulled to get her fired, then all the insults... and yet this embrace felt warm, loving almost, and for a moment she let herself believe it was. But she knew it couldn't last, and squirmed softly, slipping out from underneath Meril's arms, shuffling to the side of the couch to shake off her sleeping daze, but immediately feeling colder, more alone, her nightmare lingering in her mind. She didn't want to go outside anymore, where everyone seemed to be out for her blood, she preferred staying inside, where at least her humiliation stayed private. She could be nice. She could do as she was told. Things would be easier. She needed things to be easy now, because she couldn't handle much more.

"Good girl" Meril smiled as Lisa dutifully suckled her bottles, not even complaining when Meril brought them to her mouth. She fed with genuine hunger, letting herself enjoy the rich warm content, no longer worrying about what the stuff would do to her. It didn't matter, wouldn't matter anymore. Meril could do with her whatever she wanted for the rest of the week. "Maybe it's better if you don't go to school for a while then, what do you say?" Lisa looked up at Meril, and weakly nodded. She didn't want to go to school, and was thankful Meril wouldn't force her to, even if it meant being treated like a toddler. Her rich meal made her woozy, drowsy, and she clasped her arms around Meril's neck when the woman lifted her out of her feeding chair, supporting her diapered butt with her arm on their way to the bathroom. Soaking in the hot bath, Meril's sponge gently massaged her, and she thought back to how it all had started... she cursed herself for trying to get rid of Meril - she hadn't really been in her way, had always tried to be there for her, and dad did hire her to be there... but she paid a hefty price for underestimating Meril. She knew she lost any chance at Will, he had been laughing alongside Susan, he'd never be interested in fucking her again. Even Dave probably had enough self-respect to avoid her now - who on earth would want to fuck a girl that wore diapers to school? Thinking about Dave, her fingers sneaked between her legs, her last orgasm almost two days ago now, and her need had been building and building, her tits were so sensitive already... She snapped back to reality, blushing when she remembered who was leaning over her, scrubbing her chest with the sponge. But what was still left for Meril to see?

"There... all clean again" Meril cooed, working the towel through Lisa's long black hair. Lying on the bathroom mat, Lisa felt so small and vulnerable, so exposed to Meril who dutifully rubbed her dry, but her shame was gone. Meril had seen her naked many times now, had been inches away from her when she came hard in her diapers, had cleaned her up after her humiliating accidents... and for the first time, Lisa let her body go free, her blush one of arousal as the towel roughed up her hard nipples. "You're horny, aren't you Lizzy?" Meril smiled - she had to know, Lisa hadn't been covert about touching herself in the bath, and even now it felt like her pussy was flowering with heat. She needed this, and nodded to Meril, then spread her legs a little more as Meril reached for the baby oil. "Shhh... let me take care of it" Meril whispered, and Lisa nodded again, turning away in slight embarrassment, gasping as Meril's oily finger slipped inbetween her folds - she was incredibly sensitive. Meril wasted no time, rhythmically slipping her finger in and out, soon a second finger followed, her thumb massaging just below, then her other hand came in, fingers bumping against the hood of her clit, expertly peeling it back. Lisa groaned in confusion, her pussy feeling almost electric with pleasure - just what was Meril doing to her?

"Ahhh..." she moaned, her eyes closing involuntarily as Meril's fingers grazed by her clit. This felt way too good, at this rate she'd... her ass cheeks clenched as she raised her hips into the fingers, her own hands moving to her tits to add to her incredible pleasure. Meril increased her rhythm, and Lisa's breath came in gasps and moans as she bucked into Meril's hand. Three fingers in her impossibly hot pussy now, sopping wet with arousal. Her maid was making her cum, but it was okay - it was just fingers, this wasn't like having sex... She needed to cum, to cum hard, and Meril's fingers more than made up for the cock she used to long for, or maybe her need was just so great... Meril's fingers slurped in and out of her snatch, gentle, calculated, and Lisa swallowed her moan, feeling almost sick with arousal. Her orgasm was like a tidal wave, approaching fast and unstoppable; Lisa cried out when it hit her, but it kept coming and coming, her body convulsing in sheer pleasure, her mind dazzled by the delight rippling through her. When she came to her senses, Meril was already done powdering her, just finishing up on taping her thick diaper shut, her pussy still pulsing in afterglow.

Her room was different. Lisa spotted some old toys on her bookshelves, and some of her newer things were missing - no stereo, no TV, no computer... but the most drastic change was her bed. Towering on all four sides were wooden bars, the front panel seemingly capable of sliding down but firmly locked in place. This wasn't a bed anymore, it was a crib - her crib. "I thought you'd prefer this over the restraints, honey". Lisa didn't complain - the insulting addition was a small price to pay for being able to sleep in a normal position again, as far as her thick diaper allowed for such a thing, and after Meril lifted her into her new bed she crawled underneath the blankets without protest. Meril stroked her hair with a smile, then rummaged in her apron for a moment, finally taking out her pacifier - Lisa accepted it in her lips, accepting her shameful baby status for now. After Meril left her to the dark and quiet of her room, she tried to make sense of what just happened, what was making her body tingle all over even now. She never came like that before... a familiar tickle in her bladder made her shift her position, but she was too tired to fight her urge, closing her eyes as she let her bladder go like a toddler would. She groaned with the sensation, her pussy still incredibly sensitive, but she wasn't prepared for the pleasure that hit her when her piss rushed out into her diaper, her body shivering in an unmistakable after-climax. It made her smile, finding momentary peace with her predicament, and she slowly began suckling her pacifier, drifting off to sleep in comfort.

Chapter 6: Control

The soft morning light trickling into her room, Lisa tried to make out how many hours she slept; her body seemed to be already growing accustomed to sleeping long nights, and more than that - her diaper was soaked, her accidents evidently not even waking her up anymore. She realized she was turning into a bedwetter - being turned into a bedwetter rather, but strangely it didn't bother her much anymore. It wasn't her fault, not her responsibility. She remembered she had a math test tomorrow, and a biology project due on Friday, and she'd fail both of them, not by her fault. She no longer had any responsibilities, could just lie here in bed and not care, and despite her situation, that was kind of... liberating. She took out her pacifier, leaving a trail of drool on her sleeper, but quickly put it back in her mouth; the rhythmic sucking was relaxing and gave her something to do. Her hands sneaked underneath her blanket, softly rubbing the thick padding through her sleeper, thinking back to her electric orgasm last night. She was horny again... wet and horny, and with a guilty smile she wondered if Meril would work her magic in the mornings as well.

But other than a teasing rub, Meril didn't even seem to acknowledge what happened last night. Though a little disappointed, Lisa was glad to be back in a nice dry diaper, and despite Meril not strapping her down in her chair for breakfast, she still let Meril spoon in the lukewarm mush for her. If she was going to be getting the baby treatment, she sure as hell wasn't going to do any work for it. Just four days until the week was over, and at this point a vacation where she could just sit her diapered ass on the couch all day and watch the childish DVDs Meril bought for her didn't sound that bad. The Barbie movie currently playing was all about pink ruffled princesses, and she imagined the character wearing a diaper of her own under the puffy dress, wetting it while she kissed the prince... she stretched, rolling over on the couch. Wearing just a diaper and a T-shirt felt comfortable, more comfortable than she was willing to admit. "I'm not a baby" she whispered to the ceiling, her thoughts drifting until Meril calling from the kitchen brought her back to her senses.

She didn't expect to be able to sleep after lunch, since Meril thankfully seemed to have stopped spiking her meals with all the pills, but when she groggily opened up her eyes she realized sleep had come to her nonetheless. It took her a moment to realize someone was there in the room with her, grinning. "Dafe" she groaned as she recognized him, blushing when she realized she still had her pacifier in her mouth. "You sure seem to be getting into it" Dave smiled; Lisa quickly took out her pacifier and pulled herself up on her crib bars. "Did you just come here to make fun of me or what?" "I came to see how you were doing" Dave replied, and to Lisa's surprise there was none of the usual sarcasm in his voice. "Well, the entire town is laughing at me, my maid is keeping me in diapers which she forces me to use for all my needs, my friends left me, and I either have to suck my food from a bottle or I get it spoon-fed - besides all that things aren't so bad I guess. At least I'm regaining some control over my body again. Anyway, shouldn't you be in school?"

"Nah, I've dropped out, kind of. I've been helping my dad out with the business..." "You mean my dad's business" Lisa corrected him. "Yeah. It's a huge operation, I never knew..." Lisa nodded, even though she didn't actually know or care that much about her dad's shady dealings. "Do the guys know about what Meril is doing to me? Mario, Guiseppe... that other guy... you know who I'm talking about" Dave scratched his nose and sighed. "Lisa, you know you fucked up, right? We're all working together in this town, we look after each other... you can't just treat people like shit because your dad runs the place. Fiore's name is respected, but respect works both ways, you understand?" "I don't need you to lecture me on how to run my life" Lisa snapped, softly bumping her head against the wall while she thought about what Dave was saying; his words didn't sit well with her, but at least he seemed to care, and that meant a huge deal to her right now. "I still don't see how dressing me up as a baby is supposed to teach me anything though" she finally added.

"You don't look much like a baby with those tits" Dave grinned, and Lisa couldn't help but smile. He was such a horndog... but she did miss his lewd comments. She stuck her thumb in her mouth, striking a coy pose and batted her eyelashes innocently. "I'm weally matuwe fow my age" she mumbled around her thumb, and they both laughed. "I missed that side of you" Dave smiled. "I miss getting fucked by you" Lisa replied, taking her thumb out of her mouth again. "Will was a total disappointment, I shouldn't have..." "At least you don't have to worry about your reputation anymore now, right". Dave's words stung Lisa, partly because they reminded her of her utter humiliation, partly because she realized she needed his support now more than ever, right after she dumped him for a more 'socially acceptable' fucktoy.

Her diaper crinkled as she rose to her knees, only now feeling her bladder nag. "It wasn't that... shit, I need to..." Dave didn't even blink when she demonstratively grabbed her padded crotch, and Lisa realized Dave had seen more than enough of her for her not to care about this either, letting her bladder go, but still blushed as Dave continued to watch her. "You seem to be getting used to that". "It's not like I have a choice" Lisa replied, the warmth spreading in her diaper. "I need to be heading back to work anyway... hang in there, Lisa" Dave smirked; Lisa looked up from her bed, surprised by the kind comment. Perhaps she wasn't alone after all. "Wait, come here". Dave slowly approached, leaning on the railing of her crib; Lisa crawled to the bars, trying to ignore her sagging diaper. "Let me thank you for not stabbing me in the back like everyone else". She clumsily rubbed his legs through the bars, pulling him closer, and started unbuttoning his jeans.

Dave must've known what she had in mind, his dick already hard when she pulled it out of his briefs. She felt ridiculous, locked in her crib, wearing a wet diaper, licking Dave's erection through the bars, but she needed to secure at least this last friend - the entire town could just drop dead, but she needed to at least have Dave with her after this ordeal. And the only way she knew to keep Dave happy... was through sex. The hot knob pulsing on her tongue, the salty taste... Lisa moaned before Dave did, so happy to have part of her old life back, so happy to taste him again. Dave gently thrust his hips against the bars, stroking her long black hair from above, closing his eyes in pleasure. He usually lasted pretty long, but today was different, and she could feel his orgasm approaching, tasted the precum seeping out, and with a last stroke she took him deep, her crib creaking as her mouth filled with his cum. She swallowed part of it, but couldn't help part of it roll down her chin, staining her T-shirt. "Geez, you've improved" Dave panted, using a scented wipe from Lisa's desk to clean himself off before going on his way. "Yeah, I've been getting a lot of sucking practice" Lisa grinned, knowing that Dave was hers again.

Meril came in shortly after Dave left, a warm smile on her face giving Lisa the impression the woman knew fully well what they had been up to. She didn't understand why Meril would allow her to be with Dave like that, or why she didn't take the chance to ridicule her some more - going by the last few days it almost seemed like Meril's wrath had finally calmed. "I thought you might like to see Dave again" Meril explained, preparing a dry diaper for her when Lisa pointed at her crotch. "At least he still respects the Fiore name" Lisa muttered. Meril put down the diaper for a moment and sighed. "Honey... wouldn't it be better if people respected you, instead of your name?" "What's the difference?" Lisa scoffed; she didn't like risking any trouble with Meril, but she wanted to process Dave's words before her next lecture. "You said you were old enough to take care of yourself, didn't you? Along with that independence, you also have the responsibility to make a name for yourself... and in your case, to uphold the name you carry". Again that talk about respect for the name... did people really hate her enough to all take Meril's side on this, or did Meril play a larger part in that?

"Would you like to watch more movies this afternoon?" Meril inquired, carefully cleaning Lisa's crotch with a damp wipe. "I guess... beats going outside... ahh". Meril looked up from her crotch and smiled. "Feels good?" "I-I guess". Lisa looked away, biting her lip while she felt her body warm up. She could ask... "Maybe you could, umm..." she started, her face flushing. "You missed Dave, didn't you?". It was a strange question, but remembering how she taunted Meril about what she and Dave usually did, it made a lot of sense, and made her feel less stupid asking for it. "Yeah" she whispered. "Don't worry Lizzy... I've got just what you need". Lisa leered suspiciously at Meril while she was rummaging in her skirt pocket, and her eyes widened when Meril produced a small pink shaft. "A vibrator?" she gasped. "To keep you company on the couch". Lisa held out her hand, but Meril shook her head, pulling her a bit closer, and sank through her knees. With a soft click the vibrator hummed to life. "First we tease your pussy a bit..." Meril explained, rubbing the buzzing vibrator against her outer lips; Lisa cringed, feeling her snatch moisten. "Then we gently rub your clit a little..." Lisa had to clasp Meril's shoulder for support, her knees shaking when the vibration brushed against her hood. "...and that should make you wet enough to let it slide right in". Lisa gasped, the buzzing shaft entering her with expert precision, a small protrusion resting against her clit for further stimulation. Finally it was locked in place by her diaper; Meril taped it a little tighter than usual, but Lisa could already feel that this was going to be an exciting afternoon.

As Lisa lay in her bed that night, her cheeks were still glowing with arousal. She lost count of how many times she came, squirming on the couch while childish cartoons played. When Meril finally changed her diapers after dinner, it wasn't because of any accident - her juices had turned her crotch into a hot sticky mess. She was so tired now, tired but satisfied as a lot of built-up need was taken care of today, and Meril almost seemed proud of her. When Meril kissed her goodnight... she had kissed her back, feeling stupid, humiliated, but hoping for more. And yet, she didn't come in her diapers because she was forced to - she came in her diapers because she wanted to. She was regaining control: Meril had let her use the bathroom again after dinner; as embarrassing as it was to have someone wipe her ass for her when she was done, it was a big step up from having to soil herself. And when Meril tucked her in, she no longer insisted on her suckling her pacifier. She smiled contently, her hand sneaking underneath her blankets to rub her diaper some more - the vibrator had left her pussy incredibly sensitive. Things were finally starting to look up again.

Lisa woke up with a strange, familiar feeling. She had wet her diaper overnight without noticing again, but there was something else... she appeared to be suckling her thumb instead of her pacifier. It took her a moment to recall why she didn't have her pacifier in her mouth, but her automatic response to replace it with her thumb scared her. "I'm not a baby" she whispered to her reflection in the mirror, quickly pulling the offender out. She slumped back onto her pillow, thinking about Dave and Meril's words, but her thoughts quickly hovered to the way she let herself go yesterday. Sure, she was a horny slut. She knew that. But the baby treatment was punishment, was meant to ridicule and denigrate her, and the way she behaved could give Meril the idea she was actually beginning to enjoy it. And yet... going out with her friends, parading around in the shopping mall, school... she didn't care much for that either anymore, not now everyone saw her like that. Dave had joined the 'family', following in his father's footsteps as one of the loyal Fiore goons working the business in this town. The goons that failed to protect her; even they seemed to have sided with Meril, although Dave dodged her question about it. Meril seemed to have the respect that she had always thought her name conveyed, but why? Was she more than just a whore with big tits? She closed her eyes, trying to focus her thoughts on what Meril had done to her, not on the soft caresses, the kind whispers, the strange feeling of... warmth that emanated from her. Meril was her enemy.

At breakfast, she gritted her teeth when she saw Dana at her feeding chair - as she expected, things had been going too smoothly. "I've got some business to take care of today, so Dana is here to babysit you, Lizzy". Dana didn't appear to be quite as happy about it as Lisa expected her to be though. "Now before we start breakfast, Dana has something to tell you, don't you Dana?" Dana nodded, her eyes cast down, and approached Lisa - her posture gave the impression of a schoolgirl that just got lectured. "I'm... I'm sorry that I tried to... to rape you. I-I'm a horny lesbian girl that can't c-control herself, but I've promised Meril to only do what she tells me to from now on". "Very good, Dana". Dana immediately flashed Meril a suspicious look - just what had Meril done to her to get her like this? "I need to leave early, so I'll leave you two alone. Lisa, I trust you will continue your good behavior - Dana, I want you to take good care of her while I'm gone. If you disappoint me again... it's staying on for a full week". Dana shuffled uncomfortably but nodded, and Meril went her way, leaving Lisa alone with Dana, puzzled about what Meril had meant.

Whatever it was, it was effective. Dana was like a dog on a tight leash, almost panting with longing and arousal while she looked after Lisa's needs, but not even verbally teasing her, let alone try for anything inappropriate. Meril had put Lisa back in her pink summer dress, and although Lisa would've preferred something less humiliating and revealing, she quickly discovered the effect it had on Dana, her eyes involuntarily lingering on the fabric tightly stretching against her breasts, her generous cleavage framed by the ruffles. Dana seemed helpless somehow, her breath heavy, pressing her thighs together as she squirmed on her feet. Lisa recognized her distress: Dana needed sex badly but wasn't getting it, and although she had no sympathy for the girl who almost raped her, she didn't understand why Dana didn't take care of her own needs. As the morning progressed her curiosity increased, and after yet another frustrated groan from Dana, she couldn't resist any longer.

"What's wrong with you" she inquired in an accusing tone, making sure to let Dana know this was no sympathetic gesture. "I... I just..." Dana whimpered, but looked away for something to look busy with. "Just what, your moaning is starting to get really irritating". "It's so totally unfair!!" Dana suddenly shouted, a tear rolling down her flushed face. "Like why does she help you cum, but when I..." "Look, if you're horny or something go take care of it, I don't want to be reminded every minute". "I can't!" Dana exclaimed, her eyes full of frustration and despair. "I like... can't cum... not until tonight..." "Meril isn't here - I don't care if you go frig yourself, I won't tell if it at least shuts you up". Dana's lower lip trembled as she slowly raised her skirt; Lisa's eyes widened when she saw Dana's drenched inner thighs, but couldn't withhold a wide grin when the skirt revealed just why Dana was having such a hard time. "Is that a real chastity belt?" Dana nodded, biting her lip, unhappily fingering the stainless steel-reinforced leather harness. "It's been on ever since that night... I wanna cum so badly, but..." Bitch deserved it, but Lisa was amazed the soft-natured Meril would do such a thing to her loyal Dana.

The revelation made Lisa's day, quickly taking advantage of the situation to tease Dana with careful touches, seductive poses, anything to make her more miserably aroused than she already was. When she felt her bowels ache, she wasted no time and pulled Dana's skirt for attention. "I want to use the toilet, so I need you to take off my diaper". "Lizzy has to u-use her diaper like a good little baby" Dana tried, but her voice lacked confidence. "Oh no, that won't work anymore" Lisa replied. "Because if you don't help me... I will tell Meril you disobeyed her and tried to rape me again". Dana stopped in her tracks, visibly trembling. "I didn't... that's not fair..." "Oh, I know. But it's either that or no orgasm tonight, let alone for another week - your choice". Dana clenched her fists, but she broke down surprisingly fast. "L-let's go I guess". Lisa smiled and took her hand, trying to keep up with Dana as she angrily paced to the bathroom. She was in control again.

"I bet you love wiping my ass for me, huh" Lisa taunted after she was done, the toilet flushing noisily behind her; Dana pretended not to hear, preparing a fresh diaper for her on the bathroom mat. "Not so fast" Lisa interrupted, blushing a bit. "Just because she doesn't let you cum doesn't mean I don't get any either today..." "Like what do you mean?" Dana hissed; her hateful expression was priceless. "I'm bored and I'm horny... so I want to deal with that before you diaper me again". Dana could only watch in longing as Lisa started on herself; she wasn't fully comfortable with Dana being there to see, but she knew how it tormented the stupid dyke which more than made up for that. "Mmm... feels so nice to have some fingers in my hot pussy" she commented, smiling as her words made Dana squirm. The power she had over Dana was a turn-on, but somehow her masturbation wasn't really doing it for her. The last few days had her spanked, humiliated, diapered during her orgasms... it irritated her to realize it was those orgasms where she really came hard, as if... That couldn't be true. She loved being in control, being the dominant one. "You're going to... finger me until I cum" she commanded, and Dana looked up with surprise. "No licking or any of that lesbian stuff, I'm not gay".

Dana huffed, crossing her arms in protest, but it was clear her heart wasn't in it. "What's wrong? I thought a horny dyke like you would jump at the opportunity to get her fingers in a snatch". "You just wanna make fun of me and stuff" Dana muttered, clearly trying to stop herself from submitting to the invitation. "That's right... but you know what happens if you don't listen, don't you?" She smirked when Dana gave in, almost rushing to her to get to work, her fingers easily sliding into her bare snatch while she looked up at Lisa for approval. "Y-you'd better make me cum... or you can fantasize about this for the rest of the week..." she edged Dana on, but something about Dana's techniques didn't do it for her, or she just couldn't get over the fact that it was another girl's fingers working her snatch, and Lisa soon felt like giving up on the entire thing. "At least I don't need a babysitter to rub my cunt for me" Dana whispered defiantly in a last effort to counter Lisa's taunting. The embarrassing comment ticked Lisa off, but before she could return a satisfying response, she realized her pussy suddenly felt a lot warmer and wetter than before, and her words faltered.

Why was that turning her on now? Her thoughts involuntarily drifted to the abuse she suffered, the public humiliation in the mall, at school, the spankings... and she could only hope Dana didn't notice what those memories were doing to her. "Geez, you're like... you really do get off on getting treated like a naughty li'l girl, dontcha?" Dana did notice. "Shut up, I...ahh" she started, but Dana's comment itself pushed her further, her moan discrediting what she wanted to say; part of her didn't want Dana to shut up in the first place. "You like being a little baby slut for Meril, huh?" Lisa felt her knees tremble, supporting herself on the wall as her pleasure took over, fogging her mind. More, she needed more, and Dana had more to give. "I bet you can't even cum without first wetting your diaper" Dana continued, confidence quickly returning to her voice. "Why don't you suck your thumb like a little baby while your babysitter makes you cum?" Lisa didn't understand why she listened to Dana, why it made her feel the way it did when her thumb sneaked inbetween her lips while Dana thumbed her clit, rhythmically fucking her with three fingers, her only focus now her building orgasm. Baby slut. The insult milled around in her head, revulsing her, arousing her, and with a loud moan she let it happen to her - her body spasming on Dana's fingers, her other hand grabbing Dana's shoulder as her knees buckled.

Lisa blushed furiously as she came down from her orgasm, pushing Dana away, as if that could somehow reverse what she just did. "L-Listen, nobody-" "No, you listen" Dana interrupted her, towering over her with her hands planted in her sides. "We could like, trade. I keep your dirty little secret to myself... and you get off my case until Meril comes back to get me out of this stupid thing, got it?" "I guess..." Lisa managed, trying to sound as apathetic as she could with ragged breath. "Now come here so I can put you in your new didee" Dana instructed, and Lisa closed her eyes when Dana started powdering her crotch. Why did she let this happen... why did she give away the control she had? What the hell was wrong with her?

Chapter 7: Growing Up

Dana seemed to have kept her word; Meril didn't ask her about the incident afterwards, and Dana got the reward she so desperately needed - without the restraints or crib bars keeping her in bed, Lisa sneaked out to see what all the noise was about, but the full extent of the reward she had not anticipated. Dana was on hands and knees, naked, begging Meril to fuck her. Meril was behind her, slowly getting on her knees while she lifted her skirt to reveal a giant black strap-on dildo, bumping against Dana's ass. The entire scene was surreal to her; she never really thought about what Meril and Dana had been up to before, and she pulled herself away from the spectacle, convincing herself she didn't want to know in the first place. She bit her lip trying hard to keep the thick black dildo out of her mind as she crawled back into bed; Dana cried out downstairs. Slowly Lisa's hand went to her crotch, resting against the padding, but she resisted her urges. Slut or not, she had to get her act together, had to somehow stop Meril from using her libido against her. There weren't many days left, she had had her lectures, had learned her lessons, was tired of the humiliations. Meril had broken her, there was no point in denying it to herself any longer. She'd be a good girl from now on.

And with her improved attitude, her situation steadily improved as well. On Thursday her feeding chair was gone, and she was allowed a fork and knife again, a tumbler the only reminder of her former restrictions. She was free to watch or read whatever she liked; yet with every bit of freedom Meril returned to her, her uncertainty grew. Outside people hated her. Inside she could just vegetate on the couch, not even having to get up to use the toilet, every issue in her life taken care of by Meril. Watching the woman do her chores, she realized she had always taken it for granted - her every whim waited on, her every issue looked after. Meril cleaned the house for her. Meril bought groceries for her. Meril cooked for her. Although never taken as far as wearing actual diapers, she had been pampered ever since she chose to live with her father. Her vulnerability was her own doing - she had been the baby long before Meril finally stepped in, and it was that vulnerability that eventually got her pissing herself in front of her entire class, and escorted off the high school campus in a very messy diaper.

She could never let that happen again; she wasn't a baby, she was a big girl that didn't need diapers, didn't need to be bathed and spoon-fed all her life. She could take her own responsibility; the responsibility to win back the respect from her classmates, to undo the shame she brought on the Fiore name. She shifted in her bed, the diaper padding snugly against her warm crotch, and with a blush her hand sneaked underneath the waistband of her old, tight pajamas Meril let her wear again, her hand cupping the thick diaper underneath. Tomorrow she'd be a big girl again... but now she was all alone in her room. She could be a little girl while she was alone, nobody had to know about it... but Dana already knew. Her mocking smile haunted her, her lips wording 'babyslut'. The padding crinkled as she pressed it against her snatch, burying her red-hot face in her pillow. She imagined Dana, getting roughly fucked from behind by Meril, her face a mess of sweat and strands of hair, but still giving her that mocking smile. Babyslut. Lisa wanted to get fucked too, wanted a big rubber cock in her pussy... but babysluts don't get fucked. Babysluts piss their thick diapers and suck their thumb. Her free hand was now feverishly massaging her tits, the tiny pajama creaking at its seams, and a loud moan escaped her lips.

Her thumb put a stop to that, her moans soon muffled by the suckles and slurps. Her snatch was wet and sensitive, every slide of the soft padding against it sending shivers of pleasure through her, the already moist diaper clumsily rubbing against her clit between strokes. It felt so good to lose control, to just let her body go... It wasn't long before she felt the first tickle in her bladder, and with a smile she forced it further, blushing immensely while she wet her diaper like a naughty toddler. Saliva rolled from her lips, furiously working her thumb, her diaper now rhythmically squishing into her unbelievably hot slit. Babyslut had wet her diaper. Babyslut needed mommy to change her. Meril's warm smile invaded her thoughts, framed by her long black hair, whispering comforting words to her little girl. Two soft arms wrapped around her, pressing her against her naked chest, her face resting against her big tits. So warm... so fragrant... so safe. Meril was washing her, sitting behind her in the tub, slowly rubbing her titties for her, fingering her hot little cunny in the warm water... and babyslut came.

Lisa lay in her bed, her pussy pulsing in afterglow, half-expecting to still find herself in Meril's soft embrace. But she was alone in her dark, quiet room. Slowly realizing what she had just done, the implications of her fantasy, her stomach turned. There was no excuse. She buried her head in her pillow, her tears flowing freely, hating what she had let herself become, crying herself to sleep.

Friday marked the day of her liberation from diapers, but Lisa felt no relief, joy, no accomplishment when Meril pulled the training pants snugly in place. She was docile now, no longer hesitating to ask Meril if she could use the toilet, making sure not to get in Meril's way. She remained reserved, shying away from Meril's affections, taking in her kind words with a faint smile, but declining her offers to help her enjoy her day some more. Lisa knew what Meril meant by that, and her perverted side wanted to give in, wanted to kiss Meril on her full lips, to nuzzle her large breasts, have Meril rub her cunny for her... but she knew that wasn't the kind of person she could afford to be. Her father would return tomorrow, and Lisa didn't want him to see his daughter being a baby anymore. After her bedtime shower, she dried herself off, put on her panties, put on her regular pajama. After being locked in diapers for so many days, it felt too thin, almost alien, but Lisa forced herself not to dwell on it. She was a big girl, and big girls didn't need diapers.

On Saturday morning, Lisa awoke to a familiar smell. Meril was standing at her bedside, a sad smile on her face. Today her lesson ended; it took her a moment to realize she was sucking her thumb again, and quickly wiped it on the sheets. She shifted in bed, and her blush deepened when she felt the dampness underneath the sheets; Meril said nothing about it and just bundled them into the laundry bin, then returned to help her dress. It wasn't until Lisa stood in front of the mirror, inspecting the return of her mature self, that Meril finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry about what I had to put you through, Lisa". She straightened out her dress, brushing her hair out of her face. Lisa turned to her in surprise; why would Meril regret the punishment all of a sudden? "Just know that no matter what happened, I love you, okay honey?" Meril... loved her? Why were her eyes tearing up over that? Her body felt numb, but she wrapped her arms around Meril's waist, and weakly hugged her.

The house always felt different when her father was around. As much as it felt like home when he wasn't, there was an odd tension whenever he came back, forcing her to realize that this was indeed the residence of Giancarlo Fiore, the respected head of the Fiore family, his power, wealth and influence stretching across the entire state. And yet, when she saw him sitting on the couch, he was just a man in a business suit, his temples slightly greying, a broad smile on his face when he saw Lisa enter the room. Her daddy was home again, and when she buried her face in his stomach, the familiar smell of his aftershave smothering her, the tension she had felt the past week fell away from her. She was safe again.

"You look different, Lizzy - not a little girl anymore, eh?" her father commented, kissing her head. Lisa gave him a tired nod; if only he knew how relevant his words were, but they were true in many ways. She knew her weaknesses now. She knew her responsibilities to the Fiore name. "I'm not a little girl anymore, dad" she confirmed, then stood back. "A lot has happened while you were gone... you probably heard by now, I... just know that I will do my best to make people respect the Fiore name again". "That's my girl" her father smiled proudly, and Lisa beamed. Giancarlo Fiore was her father, and he was proud of her. "Things will be different from now on, dad. But I do need your help".

Her father gave her an inquisitive look; perhaps he really didn't know about the situation. "First off, there are some girls from school I want dead. They ridiculed me. They laughed in the face of the Fiore name, and with them the entire school had the nerve to laugh with them. Once they're taken care of, I'm certain the others will think twice about disrespecting the Fiore family ever again". "Go on" her father encouraged, and Lisa gained more confidence, though her heart was pounding. "More importantly..." Lisa began, but wavered as Meril walked into the room, giving her a quick glance. "Please excuse me sir - your coffee" she whispered, gingerly placing the cup on the table. "Wait there" mister Fiore commanded as Meril was about to head back to the kitchen, and again Meril glanced at Lisa, then cast down her eyes and nodded. "More importantly..." Lisa repeated, staring at Meril, last week's experiences milling through her mind. "...it was all that whore's fault, and she's going to fucking pay for what she did to me". Meril looked up, and Lisa wanted to see fright, defeat, something. But she saw something else, and it infuriated her. Meril had a sad smile on her face.

"What did Meril do to you, Lisa?" her father asked, shifting forward on the couch, listening intently. Her rage boiling, but finally feeling safe and free again, Lisa took a deep breath. "It was all her, dad. She's fucking crazy, first s-she drugged me so I couldn't do anything to her, then... and then dressed m-me up in baby clothes, and..." Lisa stuttered, suddenly overwhelmed by emotions as it all came back to her. She rushed to her father, nestling her head against his chest while she cried. "She made me wear d-diapers dad, me, Lisa Fiore... she made everyone see, and... and... she forced me to piss and shit in them, and everyone laughed at me, and she treated me like I was some kind of dumb baby, and her lezzo friends... they RAPED me daddy, an... an..." Lisa blubbered, breaking down into incoherent sobs. "I'm very disappointed, Meril" mister Fiore finally spoke. "I understand, s-" "Be quiet" mister Fiore snapped. "You failed me. Now, what would you want me do with her, Lisa?" Lisa looked up at her father, brushing the tears from her eyes. She knew what she wanted. She wanted revenge, and she had plenty of time to think of the perfect way to have it done.

"M-make her pay, daddy. Leave -her- as a helpless baby, see how she likes pissing and shitting her diapers all day... I mean permanently daddy, and much worse than what she did to me, so every day she lies in her crib and has to relive that, and everyone can see what happens when people fuck with a Fiore, 'cause nobody fucks with a Fiore, right dad??" Lisa grinned madly at Meril, who was finally beginning to show signs of distress, her shoulders slightly shaking. "Lisa, why do you think Meril did what she did to you?" "Huh?" Lisa turned to her father. "Who cares, she had no right, and she won't fucking get away with it, right daddy?" "You remember that I instructed Meril to look after you in my absence, right?" "Dad, why are you... you know I don't need to be looked after anymore, I'm..." Something didn't feel right here. How could her father stay so calm hearing what Meril did to her? Why was he bringing up all these pointless details? "I wish that was true, Lisa. But apparently you needed a lot of looking after. More than Meril could provide".

"Again and again I kept getting reports of your misbehavior in this city. You treat everyone like dirt, using our family name to get your way with everything, using force and intimidation to get whatever you want. That's not how I taught you to behave yourself, that's not how you build a loyal following. You have no job, which makes you look lazy. You freely indulge in your sexual urges which makes you look like a slut". Lisa blushed hearing that last comment, but was confused by the rest. "B-but I already told you daddy... I've changed, I'm mature now, I..." "No, you haven't changed. You've turned out just like your mother - a boorish, lazy slut who thinks the Fiore name is there to be used and abused for your private pleasures. Meril was instructed to try and turn you around, but all you did was harass her hoping she'd just go away. You were completely out of control, and Meril was just about the only person that didn't want to give up on you yet - I suppose she takes pride in her job. That's why I indulged her to try one last desperate measure to slap some sense into you. The interpretation was hers, but the instructions were mine".

Lisa's heart was pounding now, and her hands trembled on her father's chest, but she didn't dare move. "B-but w-why would you... how could y-you let her d-do this to your own daughter...?" she finally muttered, her mind reeling to understand what was going on. "I believe in raising with a firm hand, Lisa. But in this case it was painfully simple, because you're not my daughter, and I have no real responsibility to raise you". Lisa reeled back from mister Fiore, clasping her mouth, her stomach turning. What kind of a sick joke was her father playing on her? "T-that's... that c-can't be... d-daddy...!!" "I doubt even your mother knows who fathered you, what with how many men she slept with while I was gone... but when you so stubbornly insisted on staying with me, I mistook that for a fighting spirit, thought you'd turn out different than her, and decided to give you a chance to prove yourself a worthy heir to the family, to truly accept you as if you were my child. However... you never learned to care about the family. You never understood why people respectfully follow the Fiore name. You never learned what Meril does for the family and this town. You abused the name I granted you, made people hate it to serve your petty purposes, undermined everything we worked so long and hard for, paraded around my beloved town like some bratty princess". Lisa felt like throwing up, shivering in the couch. Her father was so calm telling her this. She knew he'd never lie to her. But... that meant...

"Meril will be punished, yes, but for failing her task, not for doing her best to save a lost cause". "D-daddy, I..." Lisa sputtered, tears flowing down her cheeks. "You're not my daughter, child. You had your chance. You wasted it. You are no longer a Fiore". Giancarlo Fiore rose from the couch, suddenly towering menacingly over Lisa, crying in despair, her shattered mind desperately trying to comprehend what was happening. "I would've preferred to just tell you to get out of my sight, to let you crawl back to your mother. But this situation has festered on for far too long to let you off that easy. My people demand justice, child. They need to know that Giancarlo Fiore looks after them, is on their side, does not hesitate to solve his problems himself, does not hesitate to make an example of those who go against his will".

A problem. She was a problem to her father... no, to Giancarlo Fiore. And as little as she knew about the organization, she knew exactly what precarious position that put her in. She wanted to beg for her life, make promises, anything. But no words escaped her mouth. "Please sir, perhaps we don't have to-" Meril suddenly budged in, but a loud smack silenced her, sent her tumbling back, landing roughly on the carpeted floor. "You had your chance, whore. Why are you still trying to protect this girl that doesn't want your help, after hearing what she'd have done to you? She's not Jennifer. Get over it". Meril wiped some blood from the corner of her mouth, and shakily pushed herself upright. "I know she's not Jennifer sir... and forgive me for speaking out of line sir... but I know she can still be of use... please reconsider getting rid of her... please". Meril was crying. It only faintly registered with Lisa, she didn't understand it, could hardly believe it, but... Meril was trying to save her.

Chapter 8: Rebirth

Through Meril's intervention, Lisa's life was spared. Too shaken up to be thankful, it quickly became clear to her how she would be made an example, how she would be used to appease all those she offended. She was sedated, manhandled as her punishment was executed, first hauled off to Ms. Perkins stylist shop where she was washed from head to toe; her beautiful black hair clipped to a close crop, then shaved off entirely, and finally a full body rub using a biting ointment was applied, leaving her entirely hairless. The sterile practice of Dr. Griffith was next, the plastic surgeon who endowed her with such supple tits that she loved to proudly stick out at the boys. Tied to the operating table, those tits were the first to go, reduced past her original size until she had nothing but two modest bumps left. Next came syringes, large, small, tubed, sucking, injecting, filling up her lips into a ditzy pout, filling her tight round ass until she had an accented bubble butt. A pink liquid was injected into her nipples, then further down - the left folds of her pussy, then the right, spreading a strange heat as it went in; even her asshole got some shots before they finally exposed her clit, injecting the remainder of the chemical. Different shots went into her arms, her legs, her stomach, but nothing was as invasive as the final operation: her mouth forced open, one by one her teeth were pulled, and after a last few injections into her tongue and throat, her mouth was muffled with gauze. Lisa drifted in and out of conscience while the doctor and nurses worked, a heavy dose of medication at least sparing her most of the pain.

What she wished on Meril had been done to her instead. She failed to count the days she took to recover, wrapped in bandages, sedated by a constant IV-drip that seemed to nourish and moisturize her just enough to sustain her, alone in the dark clinic room, tended by silent nurses. Despite her drug-induced delirium, the effects of the pink liquid quickly manifested as she writhed under the linen, a raw sexual heat pulsing softly through her body, slowly eroding her mind as she lacked the strength to give in to her needs. With no light from outside, it was impossible to tell how long she stayed there, but at long last a regiment of nurses came in, took out the gauze and unwrapped her bandages. Even after the glass of water they gave her, which she hastily slurped down to soothe her parched throat, her tongue still felt thick, and she shuddered as it slid across her bare gums, feeling inhuman after all that was done to her. But when the nurses washed her, Lisa's dismay involuntarily made way for arousal, even the professional sponge brushes sparking heat in her. They left her on the cold linoleum, disoriented, barely able to sit up straight. Alone.

There was a mirror on the far side of the room, behind the portable IV-drip that had been keeping her sedated up until an hour ago. She hesitated, wanting to not care, to desensitize herself, but at the same time she felt a need to know. Trying to get up, her knees wobbled and buckled, struggling to hold her up, and after a few steps she faltered, just managing to brace herself with her hands. Crawling worked, sort of, but it took effort, so much effort, her arms and legs feeling so heavy. At the mirror, she slumped down on her ass, turning to face her reflection, but didn't immediately recognize it. Her bald head gleamed in the artificial light, distracting her from what she knew was her face, yet... her nose was perkier, her rosy cheeks were puffed up, her lips thick and pouting. She knew she was seventeen years old, but she didn't look seventeen years old anymore. She groped her flat chest, the chest of a girl just hitting puberty, tears welling in her eyes when she saw how pathetic she looked. Her small nipples were so sensitive though... a moist heat grew in her crotch, but when she looked down she saw the growing golden puddle between her legs. Short sobs soon grew into earnest crying.

Lisa's tears still streaked her face when the door opened, and she tiredly lifted herself from the cold, wet linoleum, suddenly ashamed of sitting naked in a reeking puddle of her own piss. A brunette nurse towered over her, frowning. "BAD girl. You're not supposed to urinate on the clinic floor, you stupid cunt". "That's mean - she can't help it, can she" a shorter nurse chimed in, laughing as she saw Lisa's expression. "Doctor Griffith said she'll never be able to control herself anymore". Lisa tried to talk, but her throat was even more parched from her crying, and she didn't manage more than a hoarse whisper. "Can we get her up on the table please? I can't work like this" a familiar voice spoke in the back; ruby-red lipstick, orange curls... it had to be miss Perkins again, the stylist that had always cared for her hair... only to take it all away in the end. The nurses lifted her up by her arms, quickly toweling off her ass and legs, then plumped her on the plastic-coated bed, keeping her secured by her shoulders. Miss Perkins snapped on thin rubber gloves, squirting a light green gel from a tube and rubbed it between her hands. "Keep her still" she instructed, and though Lisa dreaded whatever she planned to do to her, she couldn't escape the rubber hands, a penetrating chemical smell hitting her. The scent reminded her of... glue.

Miss Perkins liberally applied the gel to her bald head, massaging it thoroughly across the top. The reason quickly became clear; after miss Perkins ditched her gloves, she produced a long blonde wig from her bags, the tresses dancing through the air as she positioned it above her, expertly sliding it over her head, the adhesive slightly pulling at her skull as it was wiggled into place. Lisa cringed, the idea of the wig glued to her skin terrifying her, but the nurses kept her hands down, the brunette giving her shoulder a pinch as a warning. "I think she'd rather remain a cueball, haha" the other joked, and Lisa blushed. How much further was this going to go? "I guess we should start dressing her" the first commented, took a white package from the table and rubbed it in Lisa's face. The crinkling, the smell... a diaper. Her diaper. The humiliating underwear that she'd now need to wear for the rest of her life, day and night. "I hope this haircut finally meets with your approval, Lizzy?" miss Perkins asked with a grin, holding up a small hand mirror. She brushed some tresses in place, but Lisa shrunk away from the offered mirror, refusing to cooperate. "Still not up to your standards?" miss Perkins bit; Lisa shook her head defiantly, the blonde hair waving from side to side.

"Don't dress her just yet... I've got a score to settle with this brat" miss Perkins scowled, and Lisa whimpered when the brunette nurse roughly pulled her off the bed, holding her tight while miss Perkins sat down on a chair, patting her lap invitingly. Lisa hardly struggled, too weak to do anything to the steel grip of the brunette, who deftly draped her over the offered lap. "Christy, could you get the hairbrush out of my small bag?" Lisa whimpered louder, squirming on miss Perkins' lap, but even a single hand was enough to hold her down. "I've waited so long for this, you little bitch... always complaining about my work... always cussing me out... even though you know I'm the best". Lisa closed her eyes, knowing full well what the woman was referring to. "The BEST!!" miss Perkins shouted, landing the hairbrush hard on her ass to emphasize her point. Lisa cringed with the blow, feeling a soft lingering sting she knew would soon turn into a blazing pain. She knew what it was like to get spanked like a bad little girl.

Now yelping helplessly with every smack, Lisa's mind fogging over with pain. She knew she deserved the woman's rage, making her life hell had been one of her many weekend pastimes, and for a moment she thought back to the many others she harassed... there would be a lot of laps waiting for her out there. She let it happen, pain blending with warmth as her shameful punishment was undeniably beginning to turn her on. With each blow to her red-hot ass, her new blonde hair dancing in front of her face, she felt warmer, squirming on miss Perkins' lap, her cunt soon dripping wet while smack after smack landed. "What? What are you giggling at?" miss Perkins suddenly asked, resting the brush on Lisa's hip. "Look at her, miss - I think she's getting off on it". There was a short silence; Lisa felt her ass burning, but her pussy was pulsing with heat, her juices cooling on her thighs. "You goddamned slut" miss Perkins hissed, and Lisa blushed, but there was no denying it, and after many days of frustration, she was more than willing to give in to her feelings. "Whore!!" miss Perkins yelled, landing the brush with renewed vigor. "Pervert!" "Slut!" "Bitch!" With a hoarse gasp, Lisa clenched her fists, her body convulsing in a thundering orgasm, every subsequent blow just adding to her release. She was panting when she came to her senses, slumped on the clinic bed, her body still blissfully trembling.

"Haha, did you see the look on Perkins' face when she saw the wet stain on her skirt? Priceless!" "Wow. So she came just from getting spanked, huh..." the short nurse whispered. "Pull yourself together Chris, you saw what they injected her with..." She turned to Lisa, cleaning her crotch with a moist wipe, eliciting more moans from the hapless girl. "Besides, rumor has it she was a total slut to begin with..." The two nurses hovered around her like worker bees, cleaning her up and preparing her, their chatter now mere buzzing in Lisa's ears. Yeah, she was a slut, using sex to relieve boredom... now it seemed she had no choice anymore, whatever was in those syringes was keeping her constantly on edge. As the diaper was slid underneath her oiled and powdered crotch, she smiled wryly as she realized exactly what kind of slut she had become - they were permanently transforming her into a babyslut, her fate sealed with the bulging disposable diaper taped shut around her crotch. The rest of her attire was minimal: her tiny breasts were left bare while a crisp white bonnet and frilled bib were tied around her head and neck, her feet wrapped in equally frilled socks. She didn't have to guess what the last accessory would be, opening her lips to the bulbous plastic pacifier, her enthusiasm about her survival slowly waning.

They wheeled her out in a stroller, secured by Velcro straps around her waist, to the bright lobby of the clinic. She blinked at the daylight, her eyes only slowly adjusting, but soon she made out Dave, resting against a pillar, giving her a bemused look. "Ahh, there she is now..." she heard an old, croaking voice, and she turned to a small committee gathered for her. "...she looks like quite the little angel, doesn't she?" Reverend Jones, the pastor, still bearing the scar from when she scratched his face for lecturing her about chastity. Principal Brown nodded, a smirk on his thinly bearded face. "I won't have to worry about this little baby disturbing my classes anymore, but perhaps I should warn the daycare center about her, hmm?" "Mister Brown, I'm sure the little girl won't be any further trouble... the Lisa Fiore that terrorized this town is finally gone". Mrs. Feltman, the mayor of the town. "From this day forward, your name will be Lizzy, just Lizzy. Giancarlo has assured us that you will be more than forthcoming in providing... entertainment to make up for your many mistakes".

The way they leered at her told Lizzy exactly what that entertainment would entail, but she was still too dazed to really process it, it was just too unreal. "Madam and sirs... if that is all, I was instructed to take Lizzy back home again". Lizzy cast down her eyes when she heard the soft voice, unable to face the woman who she thought helped ruin her life... yet somehow ended up saving it. "Miss Meril, I fully entrust you with the girl... it is a shame her misbehavior caused you so much grief, I hope you will not let her forget easily what has been done to you because of her rotten nature. If there is anything we can do..." "Thank you, Mrs. Mayor, but I think Lizzy has been punished enough. If only for my sake, please try to forgive her for what she has done... her life will be difficult enough as it is". Lizzy weakly clenched her fists, a sick feeling in her stomach. For the first time in her life, she felt truly embarrassed about what she had done, how she treated Meril. She wept silent tears of shame when she was wheeled out into the afternoon sun, miserably sucking her pacifier on the first day of her new life.

The journey home felt like a parade - people stopped and stared when they passed by, some surprised, some amused. It was the kind of day she'd usually spend in the park, lying around on the grass with her friends, full of warm sunlight and a fragrant breeze, but she could only imagine herself playing in the park sandbox now, her former friends laughing at her from the side. The town used to be her turf, her domain where she called the shots, where she could do anything she wanted to do; now it was her prison, and everyone around her was her guard. The Fiore name would work against her now, keep her locked up, no one would even dare to help her out for fear of retaliation. She sighed sadly as she realized that was a fantasy to begin with - nobody would care to help her out in the first place. And even if they did... what kind of life could she hope to lead as an incontinent, toothless slut?

She felt no relief when her stroller was guided up into her house, the shade slightly chilly at first, her heart pounding in her throat. There was a thick smell of smoke in the living room, where Mr. Fiore was leafing through some papers, surrounded by his most trusted men, only giving her a brief glance. "Is she prepared?" he asked, taking a quick sip from a glass of what reeked of whiskey. "Yes sir. As you instructed, she has been reduced to-" "I remember my orders well, whore. Mario, Guiseppe, Peter - leave us". It took a moment for the men to comply, one of them sneaking in a refill on his glass before leaving the room, but they were finally alone. "I take it they were satisfied with my solution?" "Mrs. Feltman gave it her blessing, sir, the others seemed equally pleased". "Come here, Meril. I want to see your results first". Lisa immediately thought back to mayor Feltman's remark about her, back to Mr. Fiore's announcement of punishment for Meril, and her curiosity finally won over her shame. But Meril looked mostly like she always did, plain blouse, knee-length skirt over pantyhose, high heels... her face was a little more flustered than usual, and it seemed...

Meril slowly unbuttoned her blouse, sliding the cotton sideways to first reveal her cleavage, then fully bared her breasts, presenting them by leaning over slightly towards Mr. Fiore. Lizzy was mesmerized by the sight; it was hard to miss that Meril had generous breasts before, but she had never actually seen them like this... full and heavy orbs, yet firm, the woman's nipples unnaturally engorged. Lizzy softly touched her own buds, as if trying to compare, but she would've never dreamt to have breasts quite that big. Mr. Fiore reached up, casually fondling Meril's left breast, softly squeezing as if inspecting a cow; Meril closed her eyes, her knees slightly shaking. "Is something wrong?" Mr. Fiore inquired, moving his inspection to her right breast, but Meril shook her head. "No sir... ah.... they're just... mmm... very sensitive". "Ofcourse they are, the hormones must have done their work by now. Bring the girl to me... but leave your blouse like that". Meril nodded, her breasts slightly swaying as she approached Lizzy with a soft smile.

The Velcro strap removed, Meril lifted Lizzy from her chair, guiding her to Mr. Fiore's lap before stepping back respectfully. Lizzy cringed, fearing another disciplinary spanking, but Mr. Fiore clasped his arm around her waist, her diaper crinkling noisily as he pulled her up his leg until she was pinned sitting against his chest, the smell of smoke and alcohol strong above her. "Take a good look at those tits, Lizzy. Those are the tits of a grown, desirable woman... did you know Meril is actually embarrassed by them? Makes no sense to me... and since I believe in educational punishment, she got some injections that will always keep her mind with her beautiful big breasts. I bet you're wet just from showing them just now, aren't you whore?" Meril nodded in reply, blushing even more. "She's got you to thank for that, her punishment for trying to save a hopeless girl. Do you realize that, Lizzy?" Mr. Fiore inquired, giving her waist a short tug; Lizzy nodded, not knowing where to look; then Mr. Fiore suddenly pulled the pacifier from her mouth, trailing drool down on her bib. "What? You can still talk, answer me properly". "Y-yesh shiw" Lizzy croaked, clasping her lips when she heard herself; she couldn't even speak normally anymore.

"Now, let me make a few things clear to you. I spared you, and that means your life is mine now. I can do whatever I want with you. You do whatever I tell you to do. You're my slave, my property. Defy me again and I will find a fate for you that will make you wish you could still bite your tongue to end it all. Is that clear?" "Yesh shiw" Lizzy shakily repeated; defying him had been the last thing on her mind long before that already. "Very good. Now, you have a large debt to pay to the people of this town, a large debt to pay to me, and since all you have left is your body, you'll have to use that to make up for your mistakes. If people want to laugh at you, you smile at them. If people want to discipline you, you offer yourself. If people want to be satisfied, you open your mouth for them. They can even screw you if they want to, but I doubt anyone would be interested in an incontinent diaperslave like yourself... anyone but a few people I have in mind that take a special interest in pretty little girls, such as judge Roberts... but until I need you for that, you get to spend your days wetting and messing yourself like a helpless little baby..."

Lizzy lost track of what Mr. Fiore was whispering into her ear, lost in her predicament, her mind finally piecing together just what had been done to her, what she had become, what she would be for the rest of her life. She had experienced some of it last week, but back then she had hope to cling to, her burning revenge to look forward to. She stared at her flat chest, at her diapered crotch, taking in what that burning revenge got her. She was utterly alone now, and she knew she couldn't handle that, would go mad with loneliness, slowly withering away in a crib, only taken out to be mocked, humiliated, punished. She sniffled, tears welling up in her eyes, but too exhausted to let her emotions go free. "...and Meril will show you to your new room. I've wasted enough time on this already, I don't want to be bothered about this any further today". Lizzy looked up, Meril giving her that strange, warm smile again as she held out her arms, lifting Lisa from Mr. Fiore's lap against her own body, and Lizzy weakly clasped her neck for support, trying to ignore the odd feeling of Meril's breasts pressing into her stomach.

Her room had been transformed into a pink baby paradise. From the wallpaper to the curtains, it was a baby room now, with soft toys and stuffed animals on the shelves, a large pink crib where her bed was, a dressing table with towels, wipes, powder and a large stack of disposable diapers waiting for her. Meril gently lowered her on the thick rubber mat, then began rummaging through her closet. Lizzy didn't recognize any of the clothes in it - her underwear was gone, her pants, even her skirts... nothing but dresses, tiny T-shirts, bows remained. Meril finally produced a light blue onesie, getting down on her knees and held it up as if waiting for approval, but Lizzy was staring at the floor, still lost in thought. "Hold up your hands Lizzy, let's get you in your PJ's..." "Why did you shtop him? Why awe you sho nishe to me?" Lizzy suddenly asked; Meril slowly lowered the onesie and smiled. "Because I don't think it was all your fault... mister Fiore is a great man, but he doesn't understand how to be a father..." Lizzy felt herself tremble, new tears welling in her eyes. "How can you shay that?? I wash a bitsh to you... to evewyone... I wanted to huwt you... get wid of you... I didn't cawe..." Meril shook her head, gently stroking her starting tears away.

"I didn't know why you were so angry with everyone... I didn't know what happened before I came into your life, but I'm sure there was a reason for it. I believe everyone deserves a second chance... I'll admit, when mister Fiore demanded that I'd 'fix' his problem for him, I first thought that it would be impossible... but I soon began to feel that you were hurting, lonely, and... I began to feel sorry for you. When I talked to you about your mother, your anger flared... and I think I understood then what was wrong, how I could maybe comfort you..." Lizzy remembered how she hit Meril for that, belittling her, demeaning her... she hung her head in shame, realizing that Meril was really trying to help her, but she still didn't understand why Meril would care so much about her, why she seemed to care for her even now, talking to her so casually, so freely. A name surfaced in her memories, one that Mr. Fiore mentioned, and seemed strangely tied to all this... "Who ish Jennifew?" she suddenly asked, but to her surprise, Meril grew pale, her smile vanished.

"I... I'm not..." Meril stuttered, shakily rising up; Lizzy could see she was the one tearing up now. But she didn't mean to upset Meril. Meril was the only person that would talk to her... that seemed to care for her... "I'm showwy!" she blurted, crawling over to Meril's feet, looking up in fright. "I jusht... you don't need to anshwew... I jusht don't wanna be alone..." "Lizzy..." Meril whispered, sinking through her knees again. "I'm sho showwy about evewything... I don't deshewve nuthing... but I can be a good giwl... I'll be a good babygiwl..." Lizzy bawled, pawing at Meril's knees, her vision blurring with her tears. Soft hands slid across her back, pulled her closer, held her against the soft bosom. She clasped her own arms around Meril's waste, crying into her cleavage while Meril stroked her hair. "You won't be alone, Lizzy. I won't leave you". Lizzy cried and cried, finally able to let her emotions run free, finally feeling safe again, wanting nothing more than to stay like that, nestled in Meril's warm bosom, gently comforted by the angelic woman. "Shhh... there there, baby". And for the first time in her life, Lizzy felt genuinely loved.

Epilogue: Home

Long after her crying was done, her throat hoarse, her body tired, Lizzy remained blissfully in Meril's lap, knowing she was with the only person she wanted to be with. It was silent in the baby room, until Meril finally spoke up in a soft whisper. "Jennifer was my child... I was living up north back then, stupidly borrowed money from a mob boss named Vinetti... when I couldn't pay, he kept me as his whore, raping me daily until he finally got bored and let me go... I thought I had nothing to live for anymore, until I realized I was pregnant with Vinetti's child... I didn't care that he was the father, I was just so happy to have a little girl that loved me, and in the years that followed Jennifer helped me forget about those dark times. But I couldn't rid myself of my past that easily... Vinetti somehow found out that I got a new job, and came over to collect what he felt I still owed him... I had no choice but to pay the slimeball... but when he saw Jennifer, he..." Meril sniffled, and Lisa could feel her tears dripping on her head.

"He claimed it had to be his child, which it was, but I tried to dissuade him, lied to him in the hope of getting rid of him... but he demanded that I gave Jennifer to him, calling her his 'property'... she was just a small child, I could never... I refused, spat in his face... but he..." Lizzy felt Meril clasping her tighter, almost smothering her against her trembling body. "...he took her... I tried to go to the police, but they did nothing, they were all on Vinetti's payroll... I just... always hoped Jennifer didn't suffer, that her death was painless, but at the same time... I was willing to do anything for revenge. Anything. Mister Fiore gave me the chance I had been praying for... I gave my life to him, offered to be his slave, his sex toy, his plaything, asking only that he would execute my revenge for me... and when he did, when Vinetti's corpse was at the bottom of the river, I was content to devote my body and soul to mister Fiore, knowing that my beloved Jennifer was avenged... I... w-what are you doing, Lizzy?".

Lizzy looked up sleepily, taking a moment to realize her lips were around Meril's hardened left nipple, softly suckling. "I-I'm showwy" she mumbled hoarsely. "It's okay..." Meril whispered. Lizzy blushed, but was unable to resist the temptation, wrapping her lips around the offered nipple again. There was a strange taste in her mouth... Meril giggled weakly through her tears. "I don't even know why I'm telling you all this, you must think I'm nuts... I just... I miss Jennifer, but I know it was unreasonable to try to be a mother to you, I can't ever..." Lizzy looked up, her mouth leaving the nipple again. "I think you'we the besht mothew evew, I wish..." Lizzy's voice trailed off, too embarrassed to continue. "T-There's no need to-" Meril started, but Lizzy finally found enough strength. "I wish you wewe my mommy". She whispered the words, afraid of Meril's reaction, ashamed of how much she now wanted to depend on the woman she tried to destroy... Meril just stroked her hair for a while, and Lizzy could feel she was still crying. "...I would be really, really happy to be your momma" Meril finally whispered, and Lizzy hugged her as hard as her weakened arms allowed her, nuzzled her new mommy's breasts.

She could feel a wetness against her cheek; at first she thought they were tears, but when she went back to Meril's nipple, she saw a milky white trail making its way down the breast. Meril seemed to notice it too, blushing while she inspected her breast. "Ahh... oh my..." Meril clasped her mouth, a new droplet forming at her erect nipple as she softly squeezed. If this was the result of the hormones Meril was injected with... Lizzy knew she was to blame. Because of her, her mommy's tits were full of milk... "Well baby... I hope you're thirsty" Meril smiled, taking away Lizzy's doubts. Mommy didn't mind. Her lips locked around the nipple again, each subsequent suckle producing more and more milk in her dry mouth which she blissfully drank down. "Mmmm... e-easy, easy now..." Meril warned when Lizzy began suckling in earnest. "I missed this feeling... s-slow down though Lizzy, they're really sensitive, I'll..." Meril cooed, stifling a moan. Lizzy hungrily switched, taking no time to start suckling milk from the other breast. Lizzy loved mommy's full tits, and it sounded like mommy liked her baby sucking from them... "Mmmm... that feels so... ahh..." Almost cradling her, Meril clasped her hand under Lizzy's hips, pulling her closer, slowly rubbing her thick diaper while Lizzy noisily slurped more and more milk from her. Lizzy humped the hand, her pussy wet and hot in her diaper, the teat in her mouth muffling her first moans.

That evening Lizzy lay in her crib, sucking her thumb with a dumb smile on her face. Mommy came just from her babygirl suckling on her tits... and later on mommy had taught her how to lick pussy, and mommy had cum again when Lizzy finally got the hang of it. She wasn't sure she enjoyed licking other women there yet... but she would do anything to make her mommy happy. She loved mommy's smell, her tits, even her pussy... she loved everything about her new mommy. Her life wasn't over. Her life with mommy was only just starting; she'd do her best to be a good babygirl, to be a good babyslut to mister Fiore's directions, an obedient slave just like her new mommy. She shuffled underneath the blankets, smiling as she felt her bladder slowly empty itself, relishing the feeling of her hot pee splashing into her diaper, exciting her pulsing pussy even more... Lizzy liked the way it felt, even the confirmation that she was helpless as a toddler made her smile now, and Mommy would change her diapers in the morning anyway. She rubbed her wet diaper, blushing with how dirty it felt to give in to her perverted pleasures... but Lizzy loved being a horny babygirl...

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"Mentally, the stress and continuous medication seem to have eroded her mind, sir... she seems to be aware of who she used to be at times, but I believe her hunger, her need for sexual gratification coupled with her original self-satisfying nature have permanently warped her". Meril waited patiently while Mr. Fiore drew from his cigar, nodding slowly. "That sounds convenient for her... perhaps her punishment wasn't thought through well enough, hmm?" "Her ashamedness is unchanged sir... but she can't help her body getting aroused anymore than she can stop wetting her diapers, she is a slave to her lusts, harmless as a baby..." "You seem to be enjoying your punishment quite a bit as well, aren't you whore?" Meril blushed, but nodded. "It is... pleasurable sir... it can hurt a bit when they're full, but..." Mr. Fiore suddenly rose from his seat, slowly pacing towards Meril, who cast down her eyes. "You remember why I need Lizzy to be an example to our community, right?" "S-sir, I really don't think she-" "Don't you think I realize that you've been covering for her, even now? You seem ready to tell me exactly what I want to hear to keep her safe. Are you afraid I'll get rid of her after all? Are you afraid of me, whore?" Standing only inches away, his smell of smoke and booze was dizzying her, and she slowly nodded. "Y-yes, sir. I am".

"Good, good. That can only be an honest answer. You've served me well, Meril, far beyond my expectations. You could've tried to work your way out of our deal, tried to resume your life somehow - you must realize you've more than repaid your debt to me already. Instead you've stayed with me, satisfied me again and again, and now you're even looking after a horny seventeen year old girl with the bodily control of a toddler while you let Dr. Granger pump your breasts full of hormones on top of that. Why is this?" "Sir..." Meril whispered, folding her hands. "Why do you even ask? You know well that I don't need a purpose anymore... you gave me a purpose as your loving slave... I am thankful for what was done to my breasts... I am thankful for being allowed to care for my little baby girl..." Mr. Fiore sat in thought, and Meril cast her eyes down again. "Sometimes I wonder if I deserve to have someone like you in my wicked life, Meril" he finally smiled, and Meril sank through her knees, nuzzling Mr. Fiore's legs. "Thank you for having me, sir" she muttered, blissful to be at her master's feet, knowing that her baby was safe.

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