The Faire, Part 42 (AR, ABDL)

[Lady Lucia]

Part 21

Despite how well it seemed she had set up her sister to fail when given the opportunity, Audrey was still a bit in disbelief when Cassidy actually began wetting herself in line. For a girl who normally prided herself on being so mature and put together, little Cassie certainly didn’t know how to stand up for herself when it mattered. And, most amusingly, Audrey’s older sister was normally so bossy and above it all. When dressed like a girly fairy with bangs, however, those traits only served to sell the lie that she was actually a socially awkward tween.

After the daytime accident, however, Audrey’s effortless improvising hit a wall. She really had no idea what to do with her ‘little sister’ next. While it was amazing and hilarious and so many other things that Cassidy was now wearing wet pull-ups, Audrey couldn’t figure out a good option for dealing with it. While she enjoyed the thought of making Cassidy suck it up and walk around for a while in the name of giving the girl a diaper rash, there was probably only so far Audrey could push her sister before she snapped and found a way to push back. They could have stayed in line, but that had already wasted enough time. Also, Cassidy’s pee-soaked underwear was stitched into the leotard. While it would be fun to be the one to change her sister, Audrey had no idea how to deal with a unique situation like that. Even if she was the one who had initially set it up. And, of course, they couldn’t just leave the faire. This was a once a year outing, and Audrey still had many shops to hit and shows to see.

Loathe as Audrey was to admit it, Cassidy was right. Renting a costume was the best plan now that Audrey had had her fun. She could enjoy the irony that poor Cassie was going to pay for a costume after all the humiliation that followed her efforts to save some money with the fairy ensemble, and Cassidy would also need to get in the back of the handicap bathroom line and wait all over again now that they had lost their spot. Perhaps there would still be some diaper rash potential there, with walking across the grounds twice and then standing and fidgeting in line for an hour. It really would be something to get her nineteen year old sister to have a bit of pink down there when that was normally something that only happened to babies. And, best of all, Audrey wouldn’t have to supervise her this time and pressure her to stay in line. Instead, Audrey could wander about the faire with the assurance that Cassidy would stay put due to it being the only option to comfortably change and clean herself up.

But then, Audrey found something even better.

The adventure playground tent, or whatever they were unofficially calling it these days. A few years ago, they had abandoned the prominent sign that used to be up, because older kids were more averse to being dumped in an area that looked too immature. Of course, there was probably never a good reaction from tweens being kept under supervision, but at least this way offered more subtlety and parents could potentially set things up in a way where their children didn’t know what was happening until it was too late. A bit manipulative, perhaps, but it made sense. There were a handful of explicit shows, and it was safer to put their kids somewhere that would guarantee they’d stay put and not get into trouble. If the adults had done their research ahead of time on the website, then they would know that this was an option.

As a girl who had gone to this particular Renaissance Faire for many years, Audrey was well aware that this was a thing. And, the moment she spied it on the way to walking Cassidy to the costume rental place, she realized how perfect of a solution it was. Not only could she be a ‘nice sister’ in terms of getting Cassidy an underwear change sooner rather than later, but it was a perfect way to embarrass her while still achieving the recent fun idea of wasting her sister’s money after everything. Of course, Audrey had already subtly swiped Cassidy’s card instead of her own for a few purchases along the way. But this was better, as it was technically something for her sister, even if Audrey was well aware that little Cassie would be less than enthused about the situation.

Audrey had to resist the urge to grin when the check-in girl didn’t bat an eye at Cassie’s false age. Her sister really did look twelve thanks to Audrey’s little scheme, and Audrey imagined that any insistence to the contrary would just look like an immature tween lying or playing make believe. And because Audrey mentioned the pull-ups and put them on the form, she doubted that anyone would believe that Cassidy was a college girl once they learned that she was not only wearing pull-ups, but that she had wet them in the middle of the day.

Normally, Audrey didn’t enjoy blackmail. There were so many more interesting ways to get someone to do what you wanted. She was well versed in using all kinds of manipulative tactics around her peers, and it was so much more satisfying to ‘win’ simply by cleverly framing things in a conversation to make the other girl concede and/or look worse. However, she and Cassidy were sisters. The popular girl tricks didn’t work as well on someone who had known her forever, plus Audrey had already done so much to progress things this far. What was the harm in taking the easy route every now and then?

After bullying little Cassie into caving and getting her to willingly follow Margot into the daycare tent, Audrey smirked to herself and strolled off. Far enough so the big tent was no longer in view, and then she randomly chose several paths to turn down on the off chance that Cassidy made a move to escape and chase after her. Now her sister wouldn’t be able to find her very easily, and Audrey was the one with both phones and the car keys. One way or another, little Cassie was going to be helplessly stranded for a while.

That’s exactly what Audrey needed. Time. This little prank had already gone way further than she had expected, which meant Audrey had to figure out where to take things next. Being the ‘older sister’ for once was all kinds of fun, and the fact that Cassidy had wet herself was insane. So, what now? Call it quits, and lord ‘Cassie’s’ accident over her forever? Or find a way to extend her sister’s tween existence beyond just a day at the faire?

Audrey didn’t consider herself particularly cruel or wicked, but the thought of trapping Cassidy as a twelve year old for a little longer was tempting nonetheless. Without her college clothes and usual enhancements, it was amusingly easy to shave seven years off her life. But how? It wouldn’t mean anything back home, as the two of them knew the truth. Although insisting on pull-ups for another day or two might be possible. Still, there had to be something more interesting than babyish underwear.

After treating herself to a few trinkets on Cassidy’s dime while brainstorming along the way, Audrey grinned to herself as she finally thought of an idea that might work.

‘Oh my God,’ Audrey thought to herself, ‘That could be good. Like, really good.’

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Part 22

If the first interaction with Quinn hadn’t made it clear that she was the ringleader of the small group that had been dumped into daycare despite all of them clearly of the opinion that they were old enough to be fine by themselves, the next few minutes easily showed that she was the one running things. Mostly due to the fact that she was the one speaking the most, while the two others were content to follow along with whatever she was saying.

Molly and Noah. Easy enough to remember, along with Quinn.

For a short while, Cassidy was stuck as the center of attention. Not my favorite, considering that her own maturity far exceeded that of these three, and she wasn’t particularly interested in spending time with them until Audrey returned. But it’s not like Cassidy could go anywhere, and Margot had already stuck her with them.

So she answered Quinn’s questions, pulling the answers from her younger self instead of trying to keep track of a bunch of lies. Twelve year old Cassidy, talking about her middle school experiences. Thankfully, none of them went to her old school. It would have been all kinds of awkward to try to explain why they hadn’t met her before. Talking about hobbies and academics was all well and good, as she could easily rely on her memories for all that. However, she wasn’t ready in the slightest for the conversation to shift towards boys.

“Umm,” Cassidy hesitated. She was already blushing. Despite being in college, it was just one of those topics that always brought on a bit of awkwardness, whether it was family asking or teenagers she’d literally never see again. “No, not really. I mean, I’m just starting classes this fall.” While it was humiliating to be viewed as a twelve year old without a trace of doubt on anyone’s face so far, she’d take the advantages where she could. She was going to call it a summer birthday and act like she hadn’t started middle school yet.

Quinn cocked her head to the side. “Really? No cute boys at the pool? No crushes on any of your sister’s friends? Older boys are hot.”

Cassidy had mentioned Audrey during the get-to-know-you interrogation, and it’s not like Cassidy could Audrey her my younger sister when Audrey was the one who would be picking her up. Even without Audrey around, Cassidy was still telling everyone that Audrey was the older one. “No crushes,” she affirmed. Technically Audrey’s friends would be datable with there just being a one year gap, but Audrey mostly hung out with girls that were as bad as her. Any boys that hung around would already be attached to one of them. Also, hooking up with anyone Audrey knew was practically begging for Audrey to get inappropriate dirt on Cassidy somehow.

“Huh. Well, what do you think about Noah, here?”

‘Oh, God.’ Not only could Cassidy feel her own heart race at being put on the spot when she was actually way too old to remotely consider someone Noah’s age as a viable partner, but she could also see that Quinn’s little suggestion had the boy blushing as well.

It had been years since Cassidy dealt with no-win questions like this, if she discounted Audrey’s tedious antics that she would never really be free from. Saying ‘yes’ obviously wasn’t an option, but she had been trapped in a position where she needed to figure out how to deny the casual weighted question without hurting the boy’s feelings. He had seemed plenty self assured so far, but girls like Quinn had a way of finding topics to make a peer’s confidence waver.

Unfortunately, Cassidy couldn’t wait too long. Lingering silence would only point towards her potentially liking the boy if she found herself speechless after Quinn asked. “Not really my type,” Cassidy said. She hoped her voice sounded normal. It was a safe answer in terms of making it less about him and more about her. And, more importantly, she was stalling for time. Best case scenario, Quinn would drop it. But if she pressed for details, Cassidy would have a few more seconds to figure out why Noah wasn’t her type.

And, sure enough, Quinn didn’t want to let it go that easily. The huntress smirked a little at both Noah’s rosy cheeks and Cassidy’s hesitation. “How so?” she asked.

Outright lying, Cassidy said, “I just kind of have a thing for blonds, you know?”

“Seriously? That’s a little shallow. You’re saying you wouldn’t date a boy who doesn’t have blond hair?”

“No, it’s not like that. It’s just-”

“Then what is it like, Cassie?”

She frowned. “It’s Cassidy.”

Thankfully, the other girl stepped in. “Just drop it, Quinn,” Molly said, “They don’t even go to the same school.

‘And I’m not actually a tween.’ But Cassidy was happy to let the other girl come to her defense. It was pretty obvious Quinn was just trying to stir up drama, rather than have a serious conversation about who Cassidy did or didn’t like.

Quinn just sighed. “I’m just saying. You can’t just write off a guy because of hair color. And what about you, Noah? Would you date Cassidy if she asked?”

Of course, the boy had been quiet amidst the three girls talking. Cassidy understood his own awkwardness, as dealing with girls at that age was brutal. Not that she had any personal experience with the male perspective, of course. But early teenage years were when certain girls really developed in their manipulation compared to whatever little tricks they had learned before; Quinn was a perfect example.

Again, Molly answered instead. “Why don’t we talk about something else. Or do something else?”

“Like one of Margot’s stupid games?” Quinn scoffed.

“Hell, no,” Molly said, “Like, one of our own games. I know one or two from camp that don’t suck, or we could always do Truth or Dare.”

Cassidy absolutely would have preferred the former. Something to innocently kill time before Audrey returned, that didn’t involve talking about boys she had zero interest in. However, the second option was what made Quinn’s eyes light up. “Ooh, that could be fun. How about it, Noah? Cass?”

Noah gave a nod. “Sure.” Since he hadn’t spoken much, it was difficult to tell if he had been checked in because he was trouble in his own way or simply because his parents/siblings wanted to see something too mature for his age. Usually it was a combination. Quinn was once again a good example, but even Molly didn’t seem particularly innocent. Though she had defended Cassidy and Noah, there was a subtle intensity to the way she did it that made it seem more like she was just over the whole conversation than looking out for anyone.

“Cassidy?” Molly asked, glancing her way.

Of all the things they could have picked, was Truth or Dare seriously going to be the choice? It was the dumbest game. Either everything was way too easy and immature, or way too intense depending on the crowd. Cassidy couldn’t remember a game of it that she particularly enjoyed over the years. But, at the same time, she was blanking in terms of possible alternatives. “Whatever,” she said. It’s not like she was actually twelve. She was mature enough to say ‘no’ to anything that her younger self might have caved to under peer pressure.

“Great!” Quinn said. “You can go first, Molly, since it was your idea.”

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This by far is my favorite story of yours (minus some of the diaper defication stuff)- the psychological breakdown is my favorite and this is my absolute favorite as I eagerly anticipate each chapter. I subscribe to the Patreon even though this isnt one of the stories on it- JUST to support for this story. Amazing! Keep it up!

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Part 23

Cassidy had assumed that Molly would be the first one to ask, in terms of going first. But in typical teenage girl fashion, Quinn had set it up so she would get the most opportunities to have her own fun. “Truth or Dare?” Quinn asked the girl.

Of course, Molly tried to make the very same point, but Quinn just waved her off. After all, Molly would get to go right afterwards due to the rules. Cassidy was a little unsure of what the rules were themselves, aside from the obvious part about whoever did something most recently was the one to choose someone else. Every group played the game differently in her experience, and there were four of them including herself that had never played the game together. Hopefully Cassidy could use that to her advantage, in case any twist on things wasn’t to her liking.

For the moment, however, she was just happy the attention was off her.

Molly started off with a ‘Truth,’ defending herself immediately when Quinn rolled her eyes. It would be more fun to ease their way in, according to Molly. Leave some room for things to get interesting. One way or another, it was her choice. In response, Quinn asked, “Have you ever stuffed your bra to impress a boy?”

It was Molly’s turn to roll her eyes. “Please. My boobs are bigger than yours, Quinn. I should be asking you that Truth.”

Meanwhile, Cassidy was just grateful she hadn’t had to deal with a question like that. It wasn’t to impress boys, but she definitely had a padding/push-up combo most days to make her annoyingly petite body look a little more womanly. In reality, she barely needed a bra, as evidenced by the fact that she hadn’t worn one all day. Thankfully, Molly and Quinn were bantering with each other about it and not paying much attention to the fact that she was easily the one with the smallest chest between the three of them. She was used to being on the flatter side compared to her friends and peers, of course, but it was something else when a group of young teenagers out-sized her while assuming that she was their age as well.

While Molly probably would have appreciated being able to throw a dare or a question back in Quinn’s direction, that’s not how the game worked. You couldn’t ask someone who just asked you. Cassidy was let off the hook again when Noah was the next one to take a turn, but that comfort wouldn’t last forever.

All in all, the game was just as bad as she remembered it being. The questions were either personal or embarrassing, especially since Cassidy had to draw her own out from the past all while not particularly wanting to hear most of the answers from teenagers she could practically see herself babysitting under different circumstances. And the dares were pretty limited, as it’s not like there was much to do in their little section of the tent. Noah had to kiss Quinn’s cheek, a dare Molly was happy to set up to get back at Quinn for her general attitude. Cassidy had to touch her ear to her shoulder until her next turn, making her look and feel more like an immature tween as the game progressed. Molly had to flash the waistband of her underwear to Noah and then blow him a kiss.

Pretty much everything involving Noah hinted towards escalation, though Cassidy also realized it was because he was the only boy present. She was just glad none of her dares revolved around him, especially after all the recent crush talk. Although as the game progressed, she could see him noticing the attention and being subtly content that he basically had three girls to himself. Apparently it didn’t take much for him to get over the faint embarrassment earlier from some of Quinn’s remarks.

While Cassidy aimed for more truths than dares, since answering questions was more or less what she had already done for several minutes before the game started anyway, she still fell victim to the peer pressure in terms of switching to ‘Dare’ just frequently enough that she wouldn’t be called out for avoiding them. Things had been tame for the most part so far, although she had been bracing herself to politely turn down anything Noah-related. But she was not prepared in the slightest for Quinn’s next dare.

Smirking a little bit, Quinn said, “I dare you to swap bottoms with Molly.”

Cassidy’s breath hitched. No. Not that. “W-what?” she managed to get out. Throughout her entire time with the trio of adolescents, she had been passively aware of the bulk between her legs. The game was a nice distraction, but it was impossible to forget about her underwear situation completely. She had been nervous that the tulle skirt wouldn’t be able to cover up the diapers, but obviously hadn’t considered a situation that would involve removing it entirely.

“You heard me,” Quinn replied, “Switch with Molly here. You’re probably close to the same waist size. Besides, I’m doing you a favor! You’re wearing too much pink and she’s not wearing enough. I bet you’ll both complete each others’ outfits.”

Technically, she was right. Cassidy’s pink tulle would go decently well with Molly’s white top, and Molly’s jean shorts would be more attractive with Cassidy’s pink tee than a different shade of pink. But that wasn’t the point. Clearly the real intention was to make both of the girls temporarily bottomless. And while Cassidy had already been fully nude at the faire, that had been at the edge of the grounds behind a changing barrier. This would be in front of an audience, and would instantly reveal the fact that she was wearing diapers.

The worst part? Being too defensive would only make Quinn more curious.

Molly spoke up first. “Umm, no. This is Cassidy’s dare, not mine.”

She was right. Quinn was essentially daring both her and Cassidy at once, but the huntress girl was ready for the denial. She shot back right away with, “I didn’t complain when Noah was dared to kiss me. That wasn’t my dare, was it?”

“That’s so not the same thing. But you know what? Fine. I’ll do it, but I get to dare you back before Cassidy’s turn.” As if it was a done deal, Molly undid the button on her shorts.

“Deal,” Quinn nodded. She clearly didn’t care, considering how confident and shameless she was. Glancing towards the pink clad girl, she said, “Cassidy?”

Feeling a knot forming in her stomach, Cassidy blurted out, “Wait! I, umm-” She absolutely couldn’t take her skirt off. But Molly was being casually bold about taking her bottoms off, and it wasn’t even her dare. Granted, she had already shown her underwear choice of the day, but that was different than standing around in only her underwear! “What’s the forfeit?” Cassidy managed to get out. That’s a rule she remembered from her childhood, although the forfeits were often worse than the dares themselves.

“Hmm, a forfeit?” Quinn mused for a moment, “Oh, I have one. Hold still, Cassie. If you move, you have to do the dare and the forfeit.” With that, Quinn strutted over to Cassidy and then walked right past her.

Cassidy reluctantly did as she was told. And immediately regretted it.

From behind her, Quinn said, “The forfeit is to do your fucking dare.” Then she gripped Cassidy’s skirt and yanked it down.

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Part 24

Cassidy had never been pantsed before. Like, ever.

Even with a brat of a younger sister who always went out of her way to embarrass her when they were both in middle school and high school, Cassidy had always kept her guard up when it came to physical ‘pranks’ like that. Plus Audrey was a little more elegant in the ways she set up her older sister. Today was a good example, although also way more extreme than her usual. Apparently months of separation gave the girl an opportunity to think of something that would make up for all that lost time.

And, at school, Cassidy had been vigilant enough to avoid her gym shorts being yanked down during her younger teenage years when that was a trend for a little while. It happened to people in regular outfits, too, but gym attire was particularly susceptible due to the lack of resistance in the shorts and the more chaotic nature of that class. Not to Cassidy, however, since she saw it happen enough to others that she never gave anyone the chance to do it to her.

Unfortunately for her, those habits were long forgotten. It’s not like people were pantsing each other in college, and she had honestly assumed that teens these days would have come up with something less crude in terms of embarrassing their peers. Apparently not. Cassidy gasped as she felt Quinn’s hands on her skirt, but it was too late to do anything about it. By the time Cassidy attempted to save the costume piece Audrey had set her up to wear, it was already halfway down her legs.

Under normal circumstances, Cassidy’s reflex would have been to immediately bend over and retrieve the skirt before anyone saw too much of her underwear. Or, as her college aged self, perhaps simply stand there for a few seconds with her more mature confidence to show that she wasn’t bothered by such a juvenile attempt to make her blush. Her legs were annoyingly slim, but she typically wore nice underwear that would have offset her petite figure. However, Cassidy did neither of those things. Instead, she froze. Fully froze, both due to the shock of Quinn pulling her skirt down and the horrifying realization that nothing Cassidy could do would be able to conceal the fact that she was wearing diapers.

Molly was the one who broke the silence. “Wait, what the fuck? Are you wearing a diaper?!” The look on her face was something between surprise and amusement, and there was a good chance Cassidy was about to lose the defense the girl had offered here and there against Quinn. Noah was impossible to read. He was just staring, and probably processing through what he had thought was going to be a bottomless girl before the visual ended up being something slightly unexpected.

Then there was Quinn herself. She had taken a second longer to notice due to being the one who had pantsed Cassidy, which meant she didn’t see the full picture right away despite being the closest to the bulky underwear. But when she did, she barked out a laugh. “She totally is!!” Quinn exclaimed. With no warning, she grabbed the base of the padding for a quick feel. “More than one, I think. Unless it’s just super thick.”

Finally coming to her senses, Cassidy snapped back, “Hey!” She swatted Quinn’s hand away and then tried to step away from the girl for a little personal space. Of course, dealing with the fact that her padded underwear had been revealed made Cassidy temporarily forget that her skirt was now pooled around her ankles. Right away, she stumbled and nearly fell over.

The person who saved her, ironically, was Quinn. Before Cassidy fell too off balance from how her legs were tangled up in the pink tulle, Quinn managed to catch her and offer enough support so she didn’t completely fall over. “Careful, Cassidy. Here, let me help.” Her voice was practically right in Cassidy’s ear, and there was just a hint of bitchy-ness in the girl’s tone hiding behind what was more gentle and subtly condescending on the surface. In the name of ‘helping,’ Quinn firmly planted her foot on the skirt between Cassidy’s ankles, then instructed, “Lift your right foot, Cassidy.”

It was a million times worse than being naked outside with Margot. Despite being a lot more clothed, Cassidy was caught wearing diapers in front of a group of teenagers. She felt beyond small, and barely heard what Quinn said due to dealing with the mortification and swirling emotions she was caught up in. It was only when Quinn repeated herself, more insistent the second time around, that Cassidy heard the words and wasn’t immediately on board. “Umm, I don’t think-”

Right away, Quinn shot back with, “Now, Cassie. You have to. Isn’t that right, Molly?”

Molly nodded. That’s all it took. One humiliating revelation, and suddenly Molly was fully on the side of the young huntress after getting over her own surprise at this turn of events. “Do what Quinn says, Cassidy.” At least she was still using the full name, but Quinn had been gravitating more and more towards the one Margot had said when she had initially dropped Cassidy off with the rest of them. Molly echoed the other part as well. “Right now.”

Cassidy froze for the second time, although only for a second this time around. Deep down, she knew she didn’t have to listen. The two girls were teenagers, and so much younger than her. They didn’t have any real power, and yet the peer pressure was real. It was two against one, and Cassidy was too flustered to come up with any kind of real argument. She just blushed and tried one more time to blurt out. “But, I-”

“Leg up, Cassie.” Taking a new approach, Quinn sounded more curt and no-nonsense about the whole thing. It was almost like Cassidy had annoyed her somehow, even though Cassidy hadn’t even done anything.

Nervously swallowing, Cassidy did as she was told. It was the perfect concoction of embarrassment, judgment, and nonstop pressure, and Quinn’s directive was ultimately a simple one. Pushing back on it felt futile. So she reluctantly lifted her right foot now that Quinn had kept her from falling only to keep her off balance in an entirely different way.

Quinn shifted the skirt with her foot, then followed up with, “Now the other one.”

Once again, Cassidy obeyed. Her second foot was a little more tangled up than the first one, but she managed to work it out of the skirt thanks to the way Quinn kept the fabric pinned down with her foot. Just like that, she was only wearing diapers below the waist. The reality hit her far too late. Cassidy’s blush deepened and she belatedly tried to cover herself up for all the good that would do. “Quinn-”

“Yes, Cassie?” She made short work of scooping up the now fully removed skirt. Walking around to join Molly and Noah, Quinn handed the pink garment to the other girl and then smirked as she looked Cassidy up and down. Her gaze lingered on the bulky underwear. “Hmm, maybe Molly was right. This is your dare, Cass. It totally isn’t fair to make Molly give up her skirt.”

Molly smiled. It was obviously because of the implication of Quinn’s words, rather than that the girl was agreeing with her after the fact. “Sorry, Cassidy,” she shrugged.

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Part 25

Cassidy’s mouth hung open in shock for a few seconds.

It was less because she had been waiting on Molly’s skirt in exchange, as the recent dare had been temporarily forgotten amidst everything else. She was more belatedly coming to grips with what she had just done. They had all seen her diapers, but then she had allowed Quinn to take her skirt away? It had all happened so fast. The peer pressure had been real. Although was that really an excuse, when she wasn’t actually their peer?

Still blushing, she looked from Noah to Molly to Quinn. “Wait, you can’t- I, umm,” Cassidy didn’t know what she was trying to say as she stammered through things as all three of them stared at her diapered self. She finally landed on, “Please give it back.” As scrambled as Cassidy’s thoughts were, she couldn’t help but notice how ridiculous she sounded. It was like she was actually a middle school girl, getting bullied by the popular kids. And while this felt more like teenagers enjoying a dare that resulted in an embarrassing twist, rather than actual bullying, it didn’t change the fact that she was the outnumbered girl with a humiliating ‘secret.’

Quinn examined her fingernails for a few seconds as she considered Cassidy’s plea. Deciding to be nice, albeit with some pretty heavy strings attached, Quinn said, “Okay. You can have your skirt, but you have to do something for us first.”

While she didn’t love the sound of that, Cassidy was at least willing to hear her out. She absolutely wouldn’t offer a blank check, however. “Do what?” she hesitantly asked. Similar to the diaper change with Margot, this was already starting to feel like a situation where resistance would only drag things out. It was three against one, and Cassidy didn’t know these teenagers nearly well enough to know how they would react if she tried to demand her skirt back. Or maybe lunging for Molly and yanking the skirt from her hands. Except Cassidy felt too vulnerable in her bare legs and padded underwear to do anything too assertive or aggressive, and she was also literally the shortest one amongst them. Not by much, but it was noticeable to her due to the age difference.

Crossing her arms with an idle smirk, Quinn explained, “Well, I’m kind of over this game. I think we should finish it off with a triple turn for you. Three truths, and three dares. That’s all.”

Like it was that simple. Cassidy wasn’t stupid. She knew that Truth or Dare tended to escalate, and this latest dare ended up with her being bottomless. While she could easily lie when it came to any questions about herself, the back to back dares would be more difficult to get around. “Umm, that’s not fair,” she muttered. Similar to ‘give it back,’ these latest three words sounded just as immature when she actually heard them out loud.

“Sure it is,” Quinn nodded, “Would you rather keep playing, or end the game right now? Wouldn’t a longer game end up being more than three of each? But, I guess if you’re fine standing around in those diapers . . . ”

“No!” Cassidy exclaimed. She knew what Quinn was doing, but it didn’t stop it from being effective. It was bad enough having this small group see her like this. What if another person their age was checked into the tent before the game was over? What if Audrey came back when she was bottomless? There was so much to worry about, and negotiating with Quinn alone was extending how long she was stuck in diapers. Molly and Noah weren’t particularly subtle about the way they stared, and Cassidy could tell it wasn’t because she wasn’t wearing pants. The babyish underwear was the complete opposite of sexy.

The young huntress just smiled in response. After a few seconds of letting the unspoken decision linger, she glanced towards Molly. “That’s fair, right? One truth and one dare from each of us?”

“Totally fair,” Molly replied. She fiddled with Cassidy’s skirt, folding it again and again until it was nice and compact. Sliding it into her purse and zipping up the accessory for good measure, she turned to the only boy of the group. “Noah?”

He grinned. Giving Cassidy’s bare legs one more shameless look, he said, “Super fair.”

Once all of them had countered Cassidy’s claim, Quinn rounded things off. She placed a hand on her hip in a way that was reminiscent of the way Audrey often did, and said, “Three against one. It’s decided, then. Cool with that, Cassie?” Pausing for all of half of a second, Quinn confirmed, “Great! Who wants to go first?”

Cassidy gasped. “Wait! I-”

“I’ll go first!” Molly exclaimed. Rather than asking the usual question required for the game, she jumped right into the more difficult side of things. “Cassie, I dare you to take off your shirt, too.”

As if things couldn’t get any worse. At that suggestion, Cassidy nervously glanced left and right. Could she just hop the fence? Being bottomless was one thing, as there was a silver lining to wearing diapers. Panties would be a lot more revealing. Even though the padded underwear was WAY more embarrassing, at least she wasn’t quite as exposed. But going shirtless? Not a chance. She wasn’t wearing a bra. And willingly stripping herself down was different than how she had been unexpectedly pantsed by Quinn.

No, she definitely couldn’t leave. Audrey still had the keys and all of her stuff, and looking through the crowds for her sister while walking around in diapers was absolutely not an option. Though Cassidy hadn’t agreed to this triple dare thing that fully put the spotlight on her, she already felt trapped into going along with it. Peer pressure, as well as needing her skirt back. “What’s the penalty?” she asked. That hadn’t gone so well last time, but it’s not like Quinn would be able to yank her shirt off as easily as the skirt had been dropped. Because she didn’t plan on undressing further.

“Hmm . . . ” Molly mused. She glanced up in thought.

Quinn stepped over to the girl with the usual smirk on her face. Cupping her hand over Molly’s ear, she whispered something to her that Cassidy wasn’t able to hear in the slightest. Noah, either, as he tried to get a little closer to listen in but it didn’t seem to do any good.

Molly grinned at whatever the idea was. As Quinn returned to her spot a few feet away, Molly turned her attention back to Cassidy. “Squat down first. Then I’ll tell you.”

“What-”

That’s as far as she got before Quinn spoke over her. “It’s part of the game, Cassie.” Waving her hand dismissively, she asked, “Would you rather take your shirt off, or try the penalty?”

There wasn’t much else to say. Cassidy hesitantly bent at the knees and lowered herself towards the ground. It was only a partial squat until Molly insisted that she go lower. Even more reluctantly, the diapered girl brought her ass as close to the ground as possible without brushing the bulky underwear against the grass. “Okay?” she said, trying to ask without actually asking. Hopefully playing it cool, though she couldn’t imagine her image conveyed what she was trying to achieve with her voice.

Molly glanced towards Quinn with a smile, then looked down at Cassidy. “It’s easy. Your penalty is to use your diapers.”

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Part 26

Cassidy’s eyes widened. “W-what?” she awkwardly stammered, immediately blushing at the casual delivery of Molly’s words despite how the penalty the girl was suggesting was anything but casual. Slightly shifting in discomfort, Cassidy considered standing up again before this went any further.

It was just a game. It’s not like she actually had to play. But the two teenage girls were a lot more intimidating when they towered over her, and they fell into effortless teamwork now that they had found some common ground in the form of screwing with a ‘peer’ they discovered was wearing diapers.

“Stay still, Cassie,” Quinn bluntly demanded.

“It’s a penalty, Cassidy,” Molly said, “No standing up.”

“No standing.”

“Stay down there, okay?”

Cheeks no doubt crimson as the girls each took a step towards her to look even taller as she remained squatting beneath them, Cassidy reluctantly obeyed. Somewhere deep down, she knew there was no reason to listen to girls that were so much younger than she was, but logic tended to fail when she was dealing with feeling so embarrassed and self conscious in her current state of undress. It wasn’t just her lowered position that made her feel small; being pantsed and seen in the diapers Margot had taped her up in was probably the biggest contributor.

Cassidy simply nodded. Craning her neck a little bit to look up at the girls, she was also aware of Noah standing off in her peripherals. She wasn’t sure which was worse in terms of who was seeing her like this; the boy, or the girls? Of course, it’s not like the choice mattered. She was going to be dealing with both until she got through all the truths and dares that had been thrust upon her. All that, just to get back her skirt that shouldn’t have been taken in the first place.

“Here’s the deal,” Quinn smirked. Out of nowhere, she whipped out her phone and aimed it at Cassidy. Tapping the screen a few times, she said, “I’ll delete these as soon as you do Molly’s penalty. But, if you don’t . . . Hmm, I guess I don’t know where you go to school. Well, I can just add these to my Renaissance Faire album. I bet some friend of a friend of a friend will make sure they get shared where they need to be shared!”

“NO.” Cassidy blurted out the objection before she could stop herself. Immediately showing her hand, which she regretted right away. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t actually a middle school girl. Quinn’s point was still valid. The wrong person could easily see a couple mortifying pictures posted on her socials. All it would take was a single tag of her name and she was totally dead. Whether it was old classmates from her hometown, current friends at university, or family members, something like this wouldn’t look good. Especially not when Audrey could supplement the photos with her version of the story that would no doubt put all the blame on Cassidy.

Looking amused in her own way, Molly easily bounced off Quinn’s threats. “Then do your penalty. It can’t be that hard, can it? You’re basically wearing a toilet.”

“I can’t . . .” Cassidy muttered. Even if she wanted to, which she absolutely didn’t, the whole thing with the pull-ups was so recent. “I already, umm- I mean-”

Quinn scoffed. “You already used them? Bullshit. I just felt your diapers, like, three seconds ago.”

“No, I-” Cassidy hesitated. Was she really about to confess to that? It was humiliating. But, at the same time, it’s not like she was ever going to see these teenagers again. If it meant that they’d drop the completely unreasonable penalty, maybe it was worth explaining what already happened. Then again, Quinn’s phone was still out. Without the device’s volume on, there was no telling whether or not she had switched from photos to video. Cassidy was being a bit of a pushover, albeit with good reason, but she wasn’t stupid. “Can you put the phone away? Please?” she requested. Still trying to stay as calm and collected as she could under the circumstances, which was not particularly easy to manage. Aside from squatting in the padded underwear, Cassidy was well aware of how much bare thigh she was showing as well while only wearing her shirt and the diapers. A bit of nipple, too, considering she was braless. So many mortifying and inappropriate things that were already caught on camera. The last thing she needed was verbal evidence that she had wet herself during the day.

“Okay,” Quinn said, only after rolling her eyes. However, she made no move to actually follow through. Instead, she added a condition, “But only if you give me a big smile.”

“No, I-”

“Choose, Cassie. Smile for the camera, or the camera stays out.”

Terrible idea. It was such a bad idea. Cassidy was desperate, however. Standing back up and getting a bit of dignity back meant getting them to stop insisting on the penalty, and the only way she could tell them why it wasn’t possible was if she was sure the explanation wouldn’t be recorded. So, against her better judgment, she reluctantly pushed a small smile on her face as she looked up towards Quinn’s phone.

Of course, that wasn’t enough. “I want a real smile,” Quinn said, “Come on, Cass. You can do better.”

Normally, such a phrase would have made Cassidy scowl in response. But this wasn’t some obnoxious relative trying to get a perfect family photo. There was a lot more at stake here for Cassidy and her reputation, so she did her very best to actually show some teeth and overly positive energy as she beamed up at the camera. Without an audible *click*, she maintained the expression for what felt like a painfully long time before Quinn informed her she was good to stop.

“There. Super cute,” Quinn said. Tucking her phone into a pocket in her costume, she asked, “Now why exactly can’t you do Molly’s penalty? If it’s not a good enough reason, little Cassie, you’re going to have to do the dare instead.”

It was now or never. “Because I already wet myself!” Cassidy forced the words out before she lost her nerve. Another second, and she might have clammed up and been unable to say something that would only tank her dignity more when it came to the girls standing over her. “Like, before. Margot changed me. So, I can’t, umm- I don’t have to go right now.”

Quinn’s eyes lit up at that, and she matched Molly’s amused grin that was arguably worse than the bitchy smirk the huntress girl seemed to gravitate towards. “Oh, my GOD.” She glanced towards Noah for a moment to check out his surprised reaction, and then back to Molly. The two of them giggled together for a moment, side by side, before Quinn went on. “How old are you, again? My sister is five, and I can’t remember the last time she had an accident.”

Cassidy couldn’t find any words. She knew there was no good excuse. But this reaction was the price she was paying to move on from all this. And, as badly as she wanted to kill Audrey, Cassidy was actually starting to wonder when her sister would return. The devil she knew was looking better and better compared to Quinn. At least Audrey was subtle with her insults.

But for now, she was stuck with Quinn.

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Part 27

Quinn continued when it was clear that the other two didn’t have anything further to say at the moment. Technically, it was Molly’s dare, but she seemed fine letting Quinn take the lead now that they weren’t butting heads as much. “Hmm, but you just wet your diapers?”

“I- yes,” Cassidy muttered. For all of one second, she had been tempted to clarify that she had been wearing pull-ups, as well as the details about the stunt her sister pulled, but there was really no dignity in mentioning that it had been a different kind of padded underwear. Either way, she was sporting diapers right now, and informing them about her accident would overshadow anything else that had happened before she was dropped into daycare.

Smirking again, Quinn glanced towards Molly. “You could adjust your dare,” she mused, “Little Cassie could still use her diapers. But, you know . . . in the other way.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was hinting at. Cassidy nervously looked back and forth between the girls, as there was absolutely no way she would do something like that! Suggesting it alone was a bit much, which Molly at least seemed to realize. Looking a bit hesitant, the more casually dressed girl said, “I don’t know, Quinn. Might be a bit too far.”

“Whatever,” Quinn scoffed, “Let’s let Cassie decide. Hey, diaper girl. Here’s Molly’s dare. Either you shit yourself, or you tell us your last name.”

As crass and extreme as the first option was, it actually wasn’t that simple. Even without knowing the truth about Cassidy’s age, Quinn had still managed to suggest maybe the one thing that had the potential to make Cassidy consider degrading herself in such a disgusting and humiliating way. She couldn’t give out her full name. Not only would they see who she really was within seconds, unless Margot had been honest about reception being terrible, but the pictures Quinn had taken would become a much bigger threat. It wouldn’t be a matter of ‘if’ or ‘when’ in terms of someone a few degrees away from Cassidy discovering them. She could be directly tagged on all her socials. Pair that with the young huntress realizing that Cassidy was actually in college, yet was currently in this situation? It wasn’t ideal.

Also, you can’t dare someone to tell the truth! While Cassidy wasn’t particularly fond of the game, especially when it had currently been twisted in a way that ensured she was the only target, she knew enough to know that dares were supposed to be dares. End of story.

Something in Cassidy’s eyes must have given away how nervous she was about the choice given to her. Quinn took a moment to whisper something else in Molly’s ear, then stepped forward and squatted down herself. Placing both her hands on Cassidy’s bare kneecaps, Quinn looked her right in the eye. “What’s your last name, Cassie? Do you want to tell me?”

Throat suddenly feeling very dry from the proximity and the physical contact, the nearly bottomless blonde merely shook her head. No. Of course not. Because she didn’t have a hole to crawl into at the moment, and giving any of them the chance to find out her real identity was a horrible idea.

“No? Then you need to do something else for us,” she said. Pausing for effect, despite how Cassidy obviously knew what was coming, Quinn went on, “Like Molly said, you’re basically wearing a toilet. So it’s really not that big of a deal, is it?”

But it was a big deal. Surely Quinn wasn’t actually suggesting such a thing. Earlier, when Cassidy wet herself, it was because she had literally been unable to hold her bladder for any longer. Audrey had dragged her around the Faire all day long without giving her a chance to make a rest stop, and it got to the point where Cassidy simply couldn’t make it. This was different. Actively using her diapers–not that they were hers–was completely out of the question. “I can’t,” Cassidy quietly said.

Rather than smirking, Quinn gave her a warm smile and spoke gently. “Can’t? You’re a big girl, Cassie. I bet you could do it if you really tried.”

“N-no, that’s not- you know what I mean! I won’t.”

“Tell you what. If you do, I’ll delete every picture, and we’ll grab Margot so she can change you right afterwards. You’ll be back to clean diapers in no time! That’s my final offer. But if you’d rather be all lame and immature about it . . . ”

“No, wait,” Cassidy said, before she really had time to stop and think about it. It was still a HUGE ask, and might not even be possible in terms of overcoming a lifetime of potty training that told her body that actual toilets were the place to use the bathroom, but Quinn’s offer was enough to give her pause. Even without this group knowing her last name, the existence of pictures of her in diapers was still terrifying. If this would eliminate those, and Margot got her fixed up right afterwards . . . There was still the sheer embarrassment and indignity of doing such an indecent and mortifying act as a nineteen year old. But these were strangers she’d never see again.

Seeing that the indecisive girl needed a little nudge to get over the internal fence she was sitting on, Quinn said, “Here, just squat down a little more, okay? I bet you can manage at least that much.”

Meekly nodding, Cassidy allowed Quinn to push her legs slightly farther apart so she could lower herself a bit more in the squatting position.

Quinn’s eyes were still trained on her, and her general demeanor was soft yet firm as she continued to pressure the vulnerable girl. “Cassidy.” For the first time in a while, she adopted her full name as an extra measure to make this seem important. “This next part is easy, too. I need you to give a little push down there.”

Cassidy blushed at that. So simple, and yet- she couldn’t do that! “Umm, wait. Quinn-”

“Hush.” Digging her nails ever so slightly into Cassidy’s thighs, Quinn calmly yet directly said, “It’s a penalty, Cassidy. Would you rather take off your shirt, tell us your last name, and let me keep these photos? Because that’s what you’re going to have to do if you don’t do this.”

Something was definitely off about that. Quinn was combining the dare and the recent penalty option into one, but Cassidy was too flustered at the thought of the list alone to consider the unfairness. And how was this happening to her?! She was by far the oldest girl, and yet she had allowed her skirt to be taken away and was now more or less at the mercy of the thirteen year old girl eyeing her down. “No,” Cassidy shyly whispered, in regards to the list. Of course not. She couldn’t be topless. She couldn’t tell them who she really was. And now that there was a chance to get rid of the pictures Quinn took? Surely that alone would be worth it. Right?

Going on, Quinn said, “Come on. One push. That’s not so hard, is it?”

“Just one?” Cassidy hesitantly asked. Technically, that wasn’t actually using the diapers. It was just going through the motions.

“Mm hmm,” Quinn hummed, “But I’ll know if you’re faking it. You have to push for real, Cassidy. Ready? Go.”

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Part 28

Cassidy hesitantly did as she was told.

With the combined threats of all the things that would happen if she didn’t do this penalty, as well as the intense eye contact Quinn maintained as she managed to lay things out in a way that made sense in the most unfair and roundabout way, Cassidy gave a tiny push below. Squatting wasn’t the same as sitting on a toilet, and it’s not like she actually had to use the bathroom in that way. At the same time, however, she wasn’t aware that squatting so low was actually the more efficient way to go compared to the modern day position she was used to.

Quinn kept her hands on Cassidy’s kneecaps. “Whenever you’re ready, Cassie.”

Cassidy blushed a bit. “Umm, I- I did,” she said. That’s what she had been told. Just a little push, and she wouldn’t be subjected to the dare or other potential penalties that had been suggested.

Frowning at that, Quinn replied, “What did I just say? No faking.”

“I didn’t!” There was obviously nothing even remotely sexual about the current situation, so why were those last two words so awkward? It was probably Cassidy’s real age, as of course she immediately thought of the more suggestive connotation. Even though Quinn clearly didn’t mean it that way in the slightest, it ended up putting Cassidy in a more awkward headspace than she had already been in.

Quinn rolled her eyes. “I know you didn’t. That’s why I’m telling you to actually do it. Like, for real, Cassie.”

“Wait, that’s not what I meant. I-”

“Come on, Cassie. Squat down a little more, or tell me your last name.”

Right away, Cassidy opted for the former. Lowering herself to the point where the diapers were almost brushing the grass below, her blush deepened as Quinn assisted by pushing her legs a little farther apart than they would have naturally gone. Once again, her nails were subtly present as a reminder of who was in charge at the moment.

“There you go,” Quinn smiled, “Now give a big push and this will all be over.”

In her flustered state, it was totally lost on Cassidy how quickly the word ‘little’ had been switched to something else. Nervously glancing away, she flexed as necessary in the new position and gave a good push. This one made her eyes widen as she immediately regretted the action. Nothing had actually happened, but it was like she had somehow sent a signal to her body that had overridden its previous state of ‘I don’t have to go right now.’ The low squat and the more intentional push, it suddenly felt like she was capable of letting go if she wasn’t careful.

The problem was, none of this was something Quinn could see. Cassidy’s newfound urges were invisible to the eye, and even the act of pushing with her lower cheeks wasn’t exactly something anyone could truly see due to the padded underwear she had on. Acting as if Cassidy still wasn’t following through on the insisted penalty, Quinn said, “Molly? Take her shirt off. If she’s not going to be fun . . . ”

“Wait!” Cassidy exclaimed. Molly taking a single step towards her had kicked in an unfortunate version of ‘fight or flight,’ and Cassidy found herself desperate to prove to Quinn that she was pushing. Not thinking clearly in the slightest, she clenched for a moment and gave a BIG push in the name of satisfying Quinn’s penalty. Hoping that the stern, young huntress would feel the tension all the way from Cassidy’s kneecaps, the diapered girl’s expression also naturally tightened as she put her whole body into the act.

It was enough to set things into motion. She hadn’t needed to go before, but she also hadn’t gone yet today. With the way she had unintentionally primed her body for it, this was quite literally the final push she needed. Right away, Quinn noticed that this was the point of no return, and was quick to encourage her through one last burst of intimidation. “Cassidy! Push.” Digging her nails into the girl’s thighs and pushing them wider, she snapped, “Right the fuck now!”

For the first time since before the diaper reveal, Molly seemed to hesitate in response to Quinn’s excessive approach to things. “Umm, Quinn . . . ”

But it was too late.

Cassidy had already reached the point where she wasn’t sure if she would be able to stop what was about to happen. Not only did she suddenly have to go, and badly, but her cheeks were naturally spread from the squat. Even adjusting her body from its current position might have broken the delicate balance she had barely been able to find after the desperate push she had given to satiate Quinn’s unreasonable demands. And then the huntress snapped for her to do it again.

Flustered and overwhelmed, Cassidy listened. This time, it was less of a push, and more a matter of simply not resisting any more. A large lump pushed its way out, and Cassidy was completely helpless to stop it due to how the low squat made her bowels work nearly effortlessly thanks to how Quinn had manipulated the setup. “No . . . ” Cassidy whispered. With slightly watery eyes and a crimson blush, she stared at Quinn in horror as things got worse. The first chunk of mess paved the way for the rest, as Cassidy hadn’t used the bathroom in this way since yesterday morning. She completely filled her diapers, absolutely mortified as the reality of what she was doing hit her around the time she felt the bulky underwear sagging beneath her. “You-” she started to say, before cutting herself off with a quiet gasp as her body continued to betray her. A natural wet followed the bigger accident; it wasn’t much, considering how recently she had used the pull-ups Audrey had tricked her into, but it was enough for a few seconds of a quiet yet audible hissing sound that certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed by Quinn.

The huntress had been so stern and intimidating, all the up until Cassidy had actually started using the diapers. Then her expression had twisted into a wicked smirk, which persisted through both the messing and subsequent wetting. “What’s your last name, Cassidy?” she smugly asked.

“But, I . . . ” Cassidy trailed off. It was another one of those uses of her full first name that was rather rare when it came to the teen huntress, which threw her off balance even more than the fact that she had literally just pooped in her diapers. It was just supposed to be a push! And then she- to avoid that- None of this was fair, and nothing made sense any more.

“Cassidy.” Still smirking, Quinn calmly demanded, “Tell me.”

But, the push was the penalty! And this was SO much more than a push. Cassidy was nineteen years old, and she had just . . .

Softening both her tone and her expression, Quinn said, “Everything will be okay, Cassie. Just tell me.”

Cassidy knew that she shouldn’t. That had been one of the penalties she was avoiding! But with full diapers, and still in the awkward squat, she was too humiliated and vulnerable to argue or think clearly any more. Heart racing, and still partially in disbelief that she had done what she had just done, it felt like she had to listen to Quinn now more than ever.

Nervously swallowing and glancing away, Cassidy murmured, “Matthews . . . ”

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