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Rated: 13+ · Interactive · Fantasy · #1941119
You are treated as if you were a baby
This choice: Run Out the Door  •  Go Back...
Chapter #3

Run Out the Door

    by: Antmandarin Author IconMail Icon
Thinking fast, you quickly run away from her and towards the front door, carelessly forgetting the state of your pants. You are quickly reminded however, by the soreness in your crotch, with every step you take. This causes you to run much slower than you normally would, but you still manage to make it out the door without being caught. Rebecca is however, right behind you.

"Just where do you think you're going, little boy!" She says, sternly, like a no-nonsense mother," Now, you just get yourself right back in this house, right now!"

You ignore her, however, and keep going. That is, until you reach the sidewalk, where you run into several Kathy! Kathy is a girl from your school. She's a year older than you, very hot, and she's on the track team! To make matters worse, two of her equally attractive friends are jogging with her, too! And in your shock at seeing them, you had forgotten to cover up your soaking wet crotch!

"K, Kaughhh!" You say, trying to say her mouth, but quickly covering up your mouth with embarrassment as it comes out as merely more babbling.

She looks at you, confused, as you stair on, helplessly.

"Um, aren't you in my school?" She asks.

Smiling, you nod your head yes.

"Then, umm, why are you talking like a baby!?"

Just then, her friend notices your wet crotch.

"OH my gosh, Kathy! LOOK!"

You blush bright red as you scramble to cover up your crotch. It's too late, though, as the girl has already snapped a picture with her phone!

"Oh my gosh!" Says Kathy, "Did you wet your pants!"

You can just stand there blushing though, knowing that your tongue doesn't work.

Just then, you hear Rebecca

"There you are!" She says, sternly! "Come on, now! You leave those big girls alone, and come back inside so we can get you properly diapered!"

"Oh," says Kathy, "is that your sister or something??"

You quickly shrink away from Rebecca though, and go hide on the other side of the three girls.

"Uh oh," says Kathy, "this doesn't look good. He seems scared of her. Maybe he's being abused, and we should protect him."

"Kathy, are you kidding???" exclaims her friend.

Kathy gives her friend a serious look.

"I don't want to think we could have helped, but didn't do anything. If anything goes wrong, we can always just bring him back here."

"I don't know," says her friend, skeptically.

"Look, we'll leave it up to him, ok?" She turns to you.

"What do you say, little guy? Would you like us to take care of you, for awhile? If you come with us though, we ARE gonna have to find some protection for you. If you're a pants wetter, I DON'T wanna have to clean up your messes!"

Ah GREAT! You thought things were looking up, but now THEY wanna put you in diapers, TOO! Still, going with these sexy girls from school does seem like a better alternative than Rebecca, right now...




You have the following choices:

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1. Go Back to Rebecca

2. Go With Kathy and Friends

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3. Try to Get Kathy in Trouble, Too!

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