"Yes its fine, but you could do better. Like that other girl there, see? She got awards in half her classes. Maybe ask her how she did it?"

"But dad, I tried my best! I studied really hard!"

"Did you? I remember a lot of nights you were out, then a lot of missed assignments. I bet she didn't miss any."

Matilda looked at her father, and at the girl he was pointing to. She knew her, the girls name was Rebecca. Matilda looked at her with her neat, ironed dress, red hair tied back... then at herself in her bunny with her own hair in pigtails. They were the same age, but everything from the way she dressed to the way she talked just seemed more mature, and she had the grades to back it up.

"Look all I'm saying is you did fine this semester, but think of how much better you could do next one? Maybe talk to different people who got A's and see how they did it."

"Alright daddy, I'll talk to her."

...

Matilda looked at her from down the hall. She was sitting by her locker, reading.

"Ummm, give me a minute guys," she said to her friends.

She walked down the hall, and in a rare moment for her, felt shy. She walked down quietly. When she neared the girl, she breathed in heavily, and did her best upbeat, social persona.

"Hi!" she said. "I'm Matilda!"

"Yes, I know. We've been in six classes together." Rebecca said without looking up from her book.

"Right," she said. Bad start. "Well ummm... what are you doing?"

"Reading."

Matilda kicked herself. "RIght. I can see that."

"Then why did you ask?"

"I..."

The girl rolled her eyes and sighed, then looked at Matilda. "What do you want? Some kind of prank or joke?"

"No I..."

"Alright then. I'm trying to read. Go away."

"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out some time?"

She laughed. "Right. With you and your dumb friends? Why would I want that? Go away."

"My friends aren't" she was about to say "dumb", but realized the conversation wasn't going anywhere. "Ok, bye."

Rebecca didn't respond as she walked away.

...

"Alright, you should all have your tests back by now. Remember, no sharing marks with each other."

"For our next assignment, I'm going to be breaking you off into pairs. These groups were assigned randomly because I want you to work with each other and not just pair off with your one friend. So, first pair, Earon and Roger, next, Alex and Kacey..." As their names were called, students got up and began moving to their partner's desks.

The teacher went on, but Matilda ignored the names. She looked excitedly at her test. 78%! A B+! No it wasn't her best mark, but accounting was one of her worst subjects, and she had been struggling. This would definitely boost her marks and mean she was all but guaranteed to pass.

"Matilda and Rebecca," the teacher said.

Matilda looked up from her test, then across the room at Rebecca. Rebecca sunk her head into her hands, noticeably disappointed, and a few people giggled. She got up and walked over.

Matilda watched her nervously. She knew the girl didn't like her, but hopefully they could get along. If it went well, it might mean her marks go up even further.

Rebecca settled her binder on the desk beside Matilda and sat down with a sigh. "Alright, look, I want to do well on this to keep my average. I don't need you lowering my..." Her eyes went wide. "Is that your test? 78%?!"

"Yes it is," Matilda said proudly. Hopefully that would smooth things over.

Rebecca reached into her binder and took out her own test. She showed Matilda her the front, where "95%" was written in big numbers. "This isn't fair," she said. "I always work so hard then other people come in and ruin it for me. I'm going to talk to the teacher. I don't want to fail because some preppy girl doesn't want to work. This isn't fair." She said again.

Matilda hung her head.

...

Matilda jumped up and down with the other new cheerleaders, laughing. They had just been accepted onto the team- only a handful out of dozens of applicants.

Matilda smiled. She thought back about her years at school, her parents, the pressure... They always wanted her to be a straight A student so she could get a scholarship. They reminded her of the cost of university and how hard it was these days, and told her horror stories about millennials who would spend decades in debt and never afford a home.

However, try as she might, she never got the marks they wanted. If she wanted a scholarship, she needed to do it a different way.

As it happened, her school had one. The cheerleading team was one of the most prestigious in the area. They constantly won competitions and had made it to nationals several times. If she played it well, a spot on the team could mean an athletic scholarship to a good university, then graduating with less debt, and then... The future was hard to tell, but she was on the right track.

The team walked out to the front of the school and chatted as they waited for their parents to come to pick them up. The air outside was warm and clear, and scented from the woods nearby the school. The sun was setting and the shadows reached toward her. The students got picked up one after another, and the group dwindled.

Another person was coming out of the school. Matilda saw the door open, and Rebecca came out, followed by a few others.

"Oh, Rebecca," she said, confused. "Were you at try outs? I didn't see you."

"Try outs?" she replied. She looked quizzically at Matilda, then glanced up and down her outfits. She laughed. "Oh. Cheerleading. Of course you're a cheerleader. No, I was at Model U.N. You know, for people who aren't... cheerleader types." She laughed, and the others laughed with her.

Two cars pulled up, and Matilda recognized her father's black Mercedes. Her father, a tall man with a short trimmed beard, hit a button to open the door. She got in, the thrill of making the team slightly lessened.

Her father looked out the window. "Hey, isn't that that Rebecca girl?" He pointed forward to an older red sedan, slightly damaged, where Rebecca was climbing in. "She was always a smart girl. Why can't you make friends like that? Maybe she could help you, and you could get into school with an academic scholarship. Along with your cheerleading, I mean."

"Yeah, I..." she saw the girl climb in to the smaller car, and her skirt rode up as she bent over. For a brief second, she noticed something white and thick poking out. She tried to determine what it was, but before she could be sure of what she saw, Rebecca smoothed down her skirt.

Her dad was still happy she made the team, but she still knew her parents always wanted her to be a more academic type, like Rebecca. They'd celebrate and she'd get her scholarship, but deep down she'd always feel like she disappointed them, even if they didn't show it. Why was it so important? And why couldn't she be more like Rebecca, the star student? And what was it she had seen...

A diaper. It was a diaper. Of course it was. The memory came back. Rebecca, the girl who had always looked down on her and made her feel like she was worthless, wore diapers. She had seen them at university, which she had already gotten into. These were all dreams, or memories, and happened a long time ago. In the real world, she could finally get back at her. Rebecca might think she was so smart and Matilda was so stupid, but at least she could go a day without wetting the bed. She began to laugh, though she knew the laughter was still making up for the rest.

...

Matilda woke up from the terrible dreams. Not just dreams, memories, and shockingly clear and accurate when she saw them. She felt tears forming, and fought them back. It was like a collection of her worst moments, all replayed, and it was tough remembering. She felt shame deep inside her, embaressment from all the times people had looked down on her, made fun of her, thought she was dumb... but at least she didn't wear diapers.

Her alarm went off. It was time to get up anyway. She sat up, and...

She stopped, wondering what the strange feeling was. Something felt damp.

She put her hand under her blankets. Had she been crying? No, there was way too much, and it smelt like...

"No!" she said, throwing back the blankets. She turned on the light and saw a wide damp spot on her bed. "Oh no non no no..." she repeated, but the answer was obvious.

She had wet the bed. Soaked it, in fact, like a toddler. Or like Rebecca, the thought came. Except that Rebecca would have been wearing a diaper. I may not be the smartest, but at least I don't wear diapers, the slightly re-phrased thought came back into her head.

She began to panic, trying to think of how it could have happened. She had been drinking the night before, but that never caused her to...

The door swung open, and she threw the blanket back over her bed as fast as she could. "Well well well, what do we have hear?" Rebecca said in a smug voice. She was in her pajamas, with her back pack on and her phone out. The obvious bulge of her diaper under her pants told Matilda she was wet.

"I...Uhhh..." Matilda decided her best bet was to try to pretend it didn't happen and take control as soon as possible. "None of your business! What are you doing in my room without permission, diaper girl? You want me to spread those photos?"

She could have sworn Rebecca smiled before going into a face of horror. Even then, it seemed weaker then before. "No, I don't want that! Sorry Ma'am!"

"You better be! Anyway, how did you get in?"

"The door was unlocked. You said to meet you in the morning."

"Right." She had come back to the room drunk the night before, and often left it unlocked when she did. It was definitely possible. Still...

Rebecca was glancing down toward her bed and smirking. Matilda stepped toward her and raised her voice. "Hey! Diaper girl! Do you need a change? Let me check that diaper!"

"Yes ma'am," Rebecca said passively. She pulled down her pants, exposing her underwear for inspection.

Matilda looked down at it. "Seems you once again earned your place as out little... diaper girl." Normally Matilda liked to switch up the names she called her in order to get the best reactions, and realized using the same honestly uncreative nickname three times in a row was not normal, but her mind was elsewhere. "Potty pants," would probably have been better. She hoped Rebecca didn't notice. "Bring me a diaper. You're obviously too much of a baby to take care of yourself, you need someone more mature and intelligent to change you."

Once again, she could have sworn Rebecca fought back a smile. "Shall I lay on your bed so you can change me, Ma'am?"

"Yes... I mean no. Actually I have no time."

"Really Ma'am? I thought you didn't have your first class until 10? I'm sure it wouldn't take long, I'm perfectly fine to lay down and let you change me. I really learned my lesson last night, and I know who deserves to be in charge." She began to move toward the bed and reach for the covers.

"No!" Matilda pushed her hand back. "Uhhh I gave you an order diaper girl! Don't make me make you stand in the corner!" She cursed herself again, she felt like the words were being forced out. "Besides, I don't want to touch your disgusting diapers."

"Yes I understand. Pissing yourself overnight really is gross."

"I... yeah." Rebecca was acting strangely, and Matilda couldn't pinpoint what it was. Could she know? If that were the case, she'd probably be fighting back. Either way, Matilda felt that Rebecca was no where near as worried as she normally was, and wanted to drive the point home.

"You know what? You are right," Matilda said. "Its really gross that you wet yourself like that. Plus, you messed yourself on Friday. So..." she walked toward her closet and took out both bags of diapers, the normal white ones and the printed ones. "Today I want you in double... no triple diapers. First two white ones then a printed cushies diaper over it. Someone who is such a baby like you should have a proper baby diaper to go with it, not white adult diapers. If anyone sees, I want them to know you are wearing it because your an incompetent baby." Once again repetitive, but it drove the point home. She took the diapers out and handed them to Rebecca.

That got her attention. Rebecca's eyes went wide for a second. "Oh really..." she started, then stopped. She took the offered diapers in her hands. "Alright Ma'am. I will do that. Obviously someone like me who can't control themselves should be in printed baby diapers. Thick ones too, so they can't be hidden behind skirts."

"I... yes." Matilda wondered why she agreed so readily. "Also, I know the weather is getting colder but that is no excuse to hide what you are. I want you in your short skirts or tight pants. Let me see before you go to class."

"Shall I just come in again when ready?"

"No! Knock then come in."

"Alright." She shoved the diapers in her back back and turned to leave. She then stopped and tilted her head up. "Say, does it smell funny in here? Its a smell I know but can't quite put my finger on."

"Obviously you are smelling your own soaking wet diapers, Ms. Potty Pants. Now go!" She spanked Rebecca hard.

"Ah, of course. I will see you soon."

The door slammed shut, and Matilda sat down on her bed, breathing hard. That had been close. Rebecca really did seem to be acting different, and she wondered if she knew. She told herself it was impossible, Rebecca would have said something. Still... she had her phone out. One photo of her in a soaked bed could completely switch the game around.

She stood up and forced her sheets into a laundry bag. Most people would be going to class soon. If she played her cards right, no one would see. That would take care of one problem.

She looked at the bed. That left a second, much worse problem. Was it better to cover it incase someone came in? Or to leave it uncovered and open the window so it aired out? Was there something made for this kind of problem? She went through her phone, trying to find a solution.

There was a knock at the door. She sprang up and threw her spare blanket over the damp spot, then went to the door.

Rebecca was standing in it and walked in. As demanded, she was wearing a short skirt, and Matilda could see the bulge of her triple thick diaper underneath.

"New blankets ma'am? Something wrong with the last ones?" she asked.

Matilda's mind raced. "Just cleaning. Something mature adults do once in a while."

"Of course ma'am." Rebecca put a hand to her face. Was she smirking!?

"Now. Skirt up. Let me check your diapers, baby girl."

Rebecca lifted her skirt, and Matilda saw the purple stripes and little designs of the 'adult baby' diaper she had made her wear. Though realistically she could already tell it was layered, she made a point of pulling it forward and counting each one. She then reached around and patted Rebecca on her diaper's rear and dropped the skirt. "Good baby," she said. "Obeying well. And don't you look so cute! You know I can see your widdle pampers peaking out from beneath your skirt even now, right?"

That got the right reaction Rebecca blushed and hung her head down. "Yes ma'am," she said.

Matilda turned her to face a her mirror and pointed at where the bottom of the padding was visible. "Are you sure? You see it there? Because I'm sure everyone else will."

Rebecca looked and blushed deeper. "Yes ma'am."

Matilda could sense Rebecca's changing mood. She couldn't tell if the signs of defiance earlier were real imagined, but after the dreams from the night before and the horrible discovery in the morning, she wasn't taking any chances. She decided to drive the point home and ensure the girl would never show pride or stand up to her again.

She forcibly turned Rebecca around. "Now look back at the mirror. See how your pwetty little diapies stick out? See how you can tell? Do you think anyone walking behind you will have any doubt what your wearing?"

Rebecca shook her head. "No ma'am."

"Good baby. You think anyone will miss the crinkling of your triple thick baby diapers? I could hear you coming from down the hall."

"No ma'am."

"Good. Then I want you to go out today and attend every class you have. Be a good little baby, and spend all day wearing those same diapers. No potty, no changes until tonight. I want you to spend all day wondering if anyone notices your crinkly behind or the cute padding sticking out. Take your lunch in the dining room when its at the most crowded, and spend your breaks and spares in the library or courtyard, no going back to your room to hide. Oh, and take the stairs, no elevator."

Rebecca raised her eyebrows. "Stairs?" she asked.

"Yes. I want you going up the stairs so anyone behind you can get a good upskirt view of them."

"I see," she blushed deeper.

"Oh, and take a picture after each accident and sent it to me. Wet and messy. Take them in the public bathrooms, in front of the mirror, not in a stall, and with your skirt completely off. You can pull down the top two diapers for the photo, then back up for a second. I will be checking your diapers when you come back to see if you missed any, and you better not have."

She could tell Rebecca was squirming. Her eyes were watering, and she looked like she wanted to cry. "Are we done then? You'll be a good baby and follow your orders?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good baby. Now go!" she smacked Rebecca on the behind.

"Ow!" she shouted, and rubbed it. "Wait, Matilda?" she asked.

"Yes little diaper girl?"

"Why are you doing this to me? I mean, you've done so much before, but never like this."

Matilda smiled at her. "Awww. Did it make you upset little one? I'm just making sure we all know who is in charge."

Rebecca looked at her in the eye, and for a moment she thought she saw the resistance in her eyes again. "Yes, I suppose we will see whose in charge."

She kept looking at her, and Matilda felt her expression go from imposing to confused. She quickly blocked it and put on her best poker face, then spanked Rebecca gain. "Now go baby girl. I'll see you in the afternoon class. You better be sitting right at the front with a seat saved for me, and you better be good and stinky."

Rebecca huffed and walked out.

...

Matilda hummed to herself as she walked to class, the morning's issues behind her. Her plan to hide the nights... mistakes... went off without a hitch. A spare in the morning meant she had easy access to the washing machine, and some baking powder bought at a corner store had cleared out any sign of dampness on her bed. A vacuum and a day in the air and sun had done the rest, and no one would ever know she wet herself. She had told herself to be careful to go to the bathroom after drinking heavily, and was sure she'd never have the same problem again.

More importantly, the rest of her day reinforced her control over her favorite diapered toy in the best way. Picture after picture had come in to her phone from Rebecca's, first of soaked diapers, then of full, and each time ending with the humiliatingly printed, triple thick diapers. She pictured her standing in the bathroom, nervously taking off her skirt and snapping photos, praying that no one would come in, then going back to class to sit in her mess and pray no one notice the smell as she tried to concentrate in her itchy diapers. She pictured her waddling through the halls, thick diaper peaking out from under her skirt, hoping no one could hear the crinkle, and wondering if every giggle was directed at her behind. She could only imagine the girl's humiliation, and it was a delicious though. She rode the feelings of power. Especially after the previous night's dreams, it felt good to be in control and to be the one humiliating Rebecca instead of vise versa, in a way Rebecca could never do back to her.

She turned into the large auditorium like classroom, where the professor was already setting up. She saw Rebecca, sitting front row center as instructed, smiled, and walked toward her.

Walking in front of a class was always fun for her, especially in jam packed classrooms where she couldn't help but rub up against people. Dressed in her tightest, lowest cut pants, she had always revelled in the boys looks. She didn't care if high waisted pants were in style now, she wanted them all to see the top of her underwear, and loved knowing that every time she bent over in front of them (which she did as often as she could) they'd be staring. That, combined with her tight and equally low cut shirts, was designed to attract the exact opposite type of attention as Rebecca might get. The two added to the fun- knowing Rebecca would be blushing, worried if anyone noticed her, while she herself went out of her way for attention.

She got to Rebecca and sat down as the professor began to speak. She looked down to Rebecca's legs and saw the swollen padding under her skirt. Rebecca folded her legs and closed them as tight as the padding would allow, which wasn't much. More importantly, though she was in thickly layered diapers, Matilda could still detect the faint smell of them. She smirked at Rebecca and waved a hand in front of her nose without speaking. Rebecca blushed and hung her head.

The professor droned on about something to do with psychology, oddly mixed with cosmetics. Matilda never really paid attention to this class, it was normally boring and pointless, and she'd just steal Rebecca's notes later. She held her phone down beneath the desk and switched between glancing at it and pretending to pay attention.

The feeling came on quicker then she could have imagined. She was drinking water, and hadn't even had coffee that day. However, her bladder began aching, begging for release. She squirmed, folding her legs and looking desperatly at the clock. It was a full half hour until class ended.

She tried to calm herself. It was only a half hour, she could hold it that long.

She gasped. The pressure suddenly doubled, and she felt a bit squirt into her pants.

She raised a hand. "Excuse me, miss?"

The teacher turned on her. "EXCUSE ME STUDENT. I was speaking. Just raising your hand doesn't give you permission to speak, wait until you are called and don't interrupt. Other people are trying to learn. Now, if we apply the eyeshadow, we can see a decrease in rates of anxiety. We know this isn't just a random correlation because..."

Matilda kept her hand up as the professor prattled on. The professor- Matilda had forgotten her name, if she ever learned it to begin with- liked to draw things out before responding. She liked control, a feeling Matilda normally would identify with, but in this moment was infuriating.

Another squirt, and with it, something far, far worse. She gasped as a loud spurt of gas escaped, without warning, into her pants.

A few people around her giggled and she blushed. Another came, then another, and she felt her stomach turn over on itself. If she didn't get to a bathroom fast, a bit of wetness would be the last of her problems.

People were definitely beginning to notice. The sounds came loud and fast, and the smell came right after. She almost gagged, it was almost as bad as Rebecca's diapers.

Speaking of her diaper girl, she looked at the red head and noticed her smiling. More farts came, and Rebecca smirked more with each one. When she noticed Matilda looking, she waved a hand in front of her face, imitating Matilda's own earlier action. Rage built inside of her, but before she could even think of what to do about it, her stomach turned again even worse, and she felt herself wet a bit more.

"Miss Tweedledee," she guessed at the name from her curving writing on the board. Matilda wasn't a fan of cursive, though she was about to curse if she didn't get the woman's attention. "I need to go, please!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" the professor shouted. "You see anyone else making a scene?"

"No," she squeaked.

"Then sit down and pay attention, or I'll have you come to the board to answer a question in front of the class. From your last test scores, you REALLY don't want that," she finished, and the class burst out laughing.

Matilda sank back down, face burning at the slight. Since when did professors say stuff like that to students? She'd have to report her, perhaps tell her paren...

The thought was interrupted by another squirt and more farts. She looked at the clock. Only twenty minutes left, she told herself, but she knew her time was running out faster. Worse, people were laughing all around her.

"YOU! STUDENT!" the professor said, and Matilda was glad she clearly didn't learn names either. "Are you the one making all this commotion? Normally its your red-haired friend" - and another name she didn't remember, of a top student too- "and now its you. Do you think this is funny?"

"No," Matilda said. The shouting had brought the class to silence and drawn the attention to her, and her bottom chose that moment to let out the loudest fart yet. The entire class erupted, and Matilda doubled over and began gasping and moaning as more came.

"OUT!" the professor shouted. "Enough of your jokes! I won't have my class be distracted by a D level student!"

"C!" Matilda said, but was already running out. She heard Rebecca's voice speaking afterward, but didn't bother to listen to what she said.

She stumbled around the hallway. She had to find a bathroom, fast. She glanced down the hall way and power walked, clenching her legs together, toward the bathroom. She reached the door.

The feeling stopped. All of it. A second ago she was doubled over, minutes away from simultaneously pissing and crapping her pants, and as soon as she touched the bathroom it was gone.

She stood still and caught her breath. There was nothing. The signs of it were still there. She had clearly been sweating and there was a small damp spot on the front of her pants. However, none of the feeling was.

She looked back toward the class. There was no point in going back, it was almost over. More importantly, she couldn't. She shuddered. She didn't want to show her face in there right now, and considered dropping the class all together later.

She walked toward the stairwell leading outside when she heard footsteps. She turned to see Rebecca.

She glared. Once again she needed to regain control, and she couldn't let that hand wave go unpunished. "Hello DIAPER GIRL," she said, louder then normal. "I thought I smelled you coming. What are you doing out of class, people get sick of your stench?"

In return, Rebecca just smiled. "Are you sure that is the attitude you want to take right now, MA'AM?" The last word was so drenched in sarcasm that Matilda was rendered speechless.

"I... I don't..." she stopped herself. She needed control, now more then ever. She took out her phone. "You better change your attitude or those pictures are getting sent RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW." She normally didn't swear, but she was desperate.

Rebecca laughed. She LAUGHED. Matilda stared, wondering what it could mean.

"Go ahead, try it. See if you can," she said.

Matilda felt her mouth hang open, then reached for her phone. "Oh yeah, I'll show you! I will," she cut off when she looked at it.

The pictures were gone. Hundreds of photos, saved in different locations, all gone. She checked her messages from Rebecca, where she knew she had received diapered photos just that day, and many before it, and nothing. She checked the cloud, nothing.

She looked quizzically at Rebecca. "How did you, what did you do?"

"Never you mind, this will all make sense later. Come on, lets go outside," she took Matilda by the hand and took her down the stairs and toward the door.

A bewildered Matilda let herself be lead "Why are we going outside?" she asked.

Rebecca laughed. "To be fair to the janitors." When she saw Matilda's confusion, she patted her head. "Don't worry dumb dumb, you'll see?"

"How..." she stopped. She wanted to get angry at the condescension and insults, but couldn't raise the courage. She took some satisfaction in checking to ensure that part of her plan had worked. From behind, anyone who was looking could easily see Rebecca was diapered, and the crinkling filled the halls. Even the smell was faintly there, though she wasn't as happy about that as she walked behind her.

Rebecca dragged her outside. They walked away from the building, and she stopped and turned to face her.

"What's going on?" Matilda asked.

"'What's going on' is that I'm done being your victim. Its MY turn now."

"Oh? How DARE you... OOOF!" the words were cut off as she doubled over, and the cramps and aches came back full force. "How!?"

"Oh can't you tell? No, I guess your dumb little brain would never be able to figure it out. Here, let me show you."

Matilda watched as she brought up a closed fist. She opened her hand, and the cramps stopped. She closed it, and they came back. She repeated the motion three times, finally leaving Matilda aching worse then ever.

"How are you doing that?" She asked, desperate.

"Oh, you know," she shrugged her shoulders, then smiled. "Magic."

"That's impossible!" more farts escaped from her.

"I thought so too, but it turns out such things exist. More importantly, the people that have them got sick of your bullying too, so they gave me control over you. I can make you feel fine," the feelings went away "fill your bladder" the ache came back "and the other end." Matilda moaned as her guts turned. "I can make you do anything I want in that, from those sounds you were making in the classroom to wetting and messing yourself as much as I want."

"So, we are going to go back to your room, and I'm going to take my own diapers back. You will call your friends off of me, say you are done with your bullying. Then, you are going to get those pretty little printed diapers you got to humiliate me, and you are going to put one on and pose for a whole lot of ADORABLE pictures. After that, you are going to start wearing them, everywhere, every day. You will go online and order more in bulk, because I will make sure you need them." To make her threat clear, she squeezed her hand tighter, and Matilda felt more liquid come out. "Otherwise, I'll make you wet and mess yourself so much you won't be able to make it through the first five minutes of each class. Also, you'll be calling ME "ma'am" from now on. So, say "I'm your little potty pants bitch who needs diapers, ma'am", and lets go back to your room."

Matilda glared. "NO! There is no way I... OOOOF!" she was silenced by another cramp.

Rebecca made a mocking pout face. "Oh, still complaining? Still not sure? I'll help you out. Lets begin with a nice, fun video of you pissing your pants on campus." She pointed the camera of her phone at Matilda.

Matilda's eyes went wide. "No! Please!" she said. She raised a hand toward Rebecca. "I... NOOO!!!" She lowered her hand to her groin as a stream of piss poured out and soaked her pants. She felt the warm liquid drain down and tried to pull her away, but Rebecca held her other hand in place. Soon she was standing in a growing puddle of her own urine, but it showed no sign of stopping.

The shame hit her harder then the warmth. All her pride shattered, and all her time looking down on Rebecca and making fun of her came back to her. She began to cry, feeling even more embarrassed as she did.

Finally it stopped. "Good, have we learned our lesson, diaper girl? Will you say it? Or do I have to make you mess your pants too?"

"Please don't," she sobbed in reply.

Rebecca raised her eyebrows. "Oh no? I can have you standing here, crapping yourself so much you can't go anywhere, until classes end and every student comes by to see the poor widdle cheerleader who belongs in diapers. Or, you can give in and say what I want."

"Ok, ok," she said. "What do i have to say?"

Rebecca shook her head. "What a poor, dumb little cheerleader. Can't even remember a simple sentence. It was "I'm your soggy pants bitch who needs diapers, ma'am." On camera, now, or you mess yourself too and everyone sees it."

Matilda sobbed. "I'm your little soggy pants bitch who needs diapers, ma'am."

Rebecca smiled and patted her head. "Good girl. Now," she clenched her fist.

Matilda gasped and doubled over. She first heard, then felt, herself mess her pants. "NO NO NO!" she said. She looked up tearfully at Rebecca. "Why did you do that? I did as you said!"

Rebecca nodded. "And as I promised, I won't leave you hear crapping your pants until the classes end and people see. Instead, I'm taking you back to the dorms so I can diaper you, for good." She crinkled her nose. "After you shower of course, stinky pants."

"Oh," Matilda whimpered.

"Anyway," Rebecca continued. "Who are you to get mad that I went back? I seem to remember fulfilling more then enough "favours" for you while you still lorded it over me, isn't that right?" When Matilda didn't answer, she felt her guts turn again. "ISN"T THAT RIGHT?" Rebecca repeated.

"Yes Ma'am! I'm sorry! Please don't do that again."

"Good. Now come on Ms. Brownbottom, lets get you diapered and ready for your new life."

Matilda could sob in reply as she waddled beside her.