Danielle was 12, almost thirteen, actually. She had shoulder length brown hair, and smooth pale skin. Danielle felt like she was practically an adult now, since she had had her first period not long ago, and her tiny breasts were beginning to grow. She certainly felt like an adult, but she was still treated like a child everywhere she went.
It all began one mild summer day when Danielle's 17 year old cousin, Liz, was visiting from across town spending the night in the spare room. Danielle was home alone, since her mom trusted her enough to leave her home alone. Mom was working late.
Liz came down the stairs wearing her favorite party dress and carrying a (stolen) six pack of beer.
"Hey, Danielle, there's a party going on tonight. My friends from highschool are there. You can come along, but be cool about it, okay?" Liz said.
Danielle squealed with joy. She had always idolized her cousin Liz, and always wanted to go to a REAL party.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Danielle said, hugging her cousin.
Liz laughed.
"Don't say I'm never nice to you, okay?" She said.
The two of them got into Liz's car (actually Liz's dad's car that he let her use) and went off to the house party.
When they arrived at the party, Danielle immediately went for the punch bowl. Not realizing it was alcoholic, she chugged a cup of it and then poured herself another. Liz went off to talk with her friends and socialize, while Danielle ran for the dance floor, which was actually just a cleared out dining room. The teenagers around her wondered what a kid like her was doing at the party, but no one seemed to care. Danielle was a great dancer, and the alcohol in her system somehow made her better. The crowd of highschoolers formed a circle around her to witness her fantastic moves. They clapped and cheered for her.
"That's my cousin! Woohoo!" Liz called out from the sidelines.
Danielle got tired after a while. She sat down on the couch between a popular cheerleader type girl and a stereotypical cool guy with a pointy haircut and a jacket without a shirt to show off his abs. The cheerleader girl turned to Danielle.
"You are AWESOME! Hey, how do you dance like that?" She asked.
Danielle smiled. This party was the most fun she had ever had.
"It comes naturally." Danielle said.
"hey, you know what, you deserve a beer. You can have the rest of my beer!" The girl said.
Danielle was handed a half-full can of beer, a cheap brand from a grocery store. Danielle was excited. She had never had beer before, but always wanted to try it. She tipped the can to her lips and drank some.
"This tastes yucky!" She happily said, smiling, like it was the awesomest thing in the world.
"I know, right! Hey, chug it so I can make a video of you! You'll be the beer girl on Youtube! You'll be famous!" The cheerleader girl said.
Danielle chugged the rest of the beer can as the other girl recorded it on her phone. After she was finished, Danielle let out a belch, and giggled.
"Beer's fun! I want another!" Danielle said.
"I'll go get you one!" The cheerleader said, excitedly.
The cheerleader girl was already a little tipsy, but Danielle, given her low body weight and the fact that he was unconditioned to alcohol, was already on the path to drunkenness. Danielle drank a little more beer while the tipsy cheerleader she had acquainted herself with ran off to dance with someone. Liz and her friends sat down next to Danielle in her place.
"Having fun, Danielle?" Liz asked.
Danielle smiled. "Bezzt day ob my liiiiiife!" She slurred.
Liz's friends laughed at her.
"Liz, your kid cousin's drunk." One of them said.
Liz laughed too.
"Yeah, but she's a cute drunk, isn't she?" Liz said.
Danielle started to drink a little more of her beer, but some of it went down the wrong pipe. She coughed, and then, feeling woozy, vomited all over her shirt.
"Oh... Oh, that' not good." Danielle said.
Danielle pulled off her messy shirt. Even though her tiny breasts were just starting to come in, she still wore a training bra underneath. The stinky vomit had seeped through that as well, so Danielle took that off too. The guys were starting to eye her. She was only twelve, but to them, tits were tits. She got a lot of funny stares. Liz took notice.
"I'd better take you home, Dani. You're drunk, and I want you back before one of my classmates decides to molest you." Liz said.
Danielle pushed Liz away.
"No way! This is the most fun I've ever had, and I won't let it end this early!" Danielle said. She chugged the rest of her beer, and tried to dramatically storm off. Instead, she hit her head on a wall and blacked out.
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Danielle woke up some time later. It was late at night and she was left in a shopping cart in her front yard. Liz had left her like that so she could get back to partying. She was still rather drunk, and was still topless. Her shirt was nowhere to be found. She had also peed and pooped her pants, but the girl was too drunk to care. Danielle tried to get out of the shopping cart, but only stumbled. Her pants got caught on the side, and ripped from the waist all the way down her left leg. That was when Mom came home.
Danielle waved to her mom, smiling. To her, she was still partying, still having fun.
"Hi Mom!" Danielle said.
Mom was furious. Here she saw her twelve year old daughter topless, drunk ,and in a pair of ripped jeans and soiled panties left on her front lawn like a piece of trash. She carried Danielle inside, seething but silent. She took off Danielle's clothes and got a bath ready for her.
"How could you be so stupid, Danielle?!? This was Liz's doing wasn't it?" Mom growled.
It should be noted that Danielle's mom was a sadistic psycho-bitch. Secretly, she lived for moments like this when she could punish children. Danielle was usually on good behavior, but if she screwed up, her mom liked to come up with sadistic or bizarre and creative punishments for the girl. Already, her mind was reeling.
Danielle fell asleep again as her mother bathed and cleaned her. Mom thought it over for how to punish Danielle for running off with her cousin and getting drunk. Inspiration struck when Danielle farted in her sleep. Mom knew what was coming and quickly lifted her wet daughter onto the toilet just before fresh diarrhea exploded from the child's butt. Mom smiled an evil smile.
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Danielle woke up the next day with a terrible hangover. Her head ached like nothing else.
"Well, at least I'm still in my bed. Someone must've taken me home." Danielle said.
She threw off the covers and realized she was wearing nothing but a diaper... and she had wet it!
"Oh my god! Why am I wearing a diaper?" Danielle shouted.
That was when Mom burst onto the scene. She had been waiting all morning for this.
"Ah, Danielle, you're awake. You must've had quite a night. Well, when I found you, you were half naked and sitting in a pool of your own filth, so I figured I'd put you in diapers for in case you made more filth. Might I add, you are far too young to be partying, especially with alcohol. You're grounded until further notice." Mom said, sternly.
"But Mom...." Danielle whined.
"No buts, Danielle! Also, as part of your punishment, you are forbidden from wearing anything but a diaper, and are forbidden from using the bathroom. You like running around topless in a pool of your own waste so much, I figured I'd force you." Mom said.
"You can't do that!" Danielle said.
Mom laughed at Danielle's defiance.
"Dani, you live under my roof, and as long as you do, I AM THE LAW! Now you are grounded and you will wear diapers and poop and pee in them, got it?" Mom said. Danielle reached for the tapes of her diaper to take it off. Mom grabbed her hand away, and whacked Danielle's bare thighs with a ruler.
"you want a beating? I'm more than happy to get out the paddle." mom said. Danielle knew this was no empty threat. She had been paddled before. Shamefully, she hung her head and nodded.
"Good, now it's time for breakfast." Mom said.
Mom grabbed Danielle by the hand and sat her down at the breakfast table. She tied a bib around Danielle's neck, although it was not long enough to cover the girl's bare nipples. Mom handed Danielle a spoon and reached into the refrigerator and got out...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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