Prompt: write a story about a haunted or magical artifact.
Disclaimer: Almost all of my ABDL stories are more or less humiliation BDSM with an ABDL element–basically the protagonist is forced into a humiliating situation involving wearing and using diapers and/or acting like a toddler for the pleasure of the reader. These types of stories are fairly common in the genre, from what I’ve seen, but I guess I thought I might let you know in case you were looking for something else.
Below is a fictional story based on the prompt above.
Chapter 1 No Excuses, Period.
Amanda was a high school Freshman. It was the third week, and already she was hating life. It was right after Phys Ed, and she was exhausted. Groggily, she closed her locker and shuffled down the hall, trying nervously to blend in with the other teenagers.
“Hey loser!” someone yelled.
Looking up, Amanda’s eyes got wide in realization. It was the older girl from middle school who convinced everyone she wet her pants in eighth grade! She froze, unsure of what to do. She didn’t even remember the girl’s name.
“Make sure you change your diapers before class today, okay?” the bully girl said teasingly.
It was very loud. Amanda stood stock still and blushed at the comment. She hadn’t worn diapers or peed her pants since she was a toddler, but she noticed people staring at her as she reacted nervously to the girl’s words. It didn’t help that she had unconsciously crossed her legs; it was a bad habit. She just liked standing like that.
“Ha ha! she’s gonna pee!” another random person shouted.
“I think she’s already going! Be sure to change that diaper now, okay, sweetie? Wouldn’t want you stinking up the classroom!” the bully girl shouted in a false sugar-sweet tone.
Pretty soon, Amanda felt everyone’s eyes on her as the bully continued her taunt. She tried to hide her face. Just ignore them. Just ignore them. She said to herself as she blushed redder and redder. Then, she became uncomfortably aware of a sensation in her nether region.
Not now! Amanda thought frantically. Her stomach started to cramp and she remained frozen as she felt herself leaking through her pad and soiling her pants. She reached behind herself and felt a sticky spot. When she pulled her hand back, it was streaked red. Her pad gave out, and now her pants were dirty. On top of everything that was happening that morning, she would need to make a beeline for the nurse’s office for some fresh clothes or at least something to cover up with.
How could today get more embarrassing? She thought angrily as she turned her back toward the lockers and waited for everyone who was gawking at her to pass. They probably did think she wet her pants since she now had a stain back there.
Amanda heard the bell. Everyone was passing her trying to get to class while she was squeezed against her locker trying to hide her shame. She felt herself drop another clot into her already stained underwear.
Why did her periods have to be this heavy? Wasn’t this considered some kind of medical problem? She told her mother about it already, but she refused to take her to a doctor and recommended she take a change of clothes and extra protection instead. Amanda stood there panting lightly and simpering. Not only was she going to be late for class now, but she had to figure out a way to get to the nurse’s office with some of her dignity intact.
Maybe I should have brought that change of clothes? What if I just got them dirty, too?
Amanda decided to pull her uniform shirt out of her pants and let it hang down over the stain. Maybe that would give her a little cover. She also decided to walk with her backpack draped around her waist. It was uncomfortable, but it did seem to be covering the stain. So far, no one said anything, and the hallway was now quiet since second-ugh-period was underway.
She rolled her eyes and silently pretended to gag at the word. As far as she was concerned, it was the worst word ever invented. Why can’t women just stop having periods altogether? She thought to herself. Is it really worth all of this for the chance to one day maybe bring another life into the world? Amanda’s stomach growled and she picked up her pace. The answer to that question today was obviously no, but she couldn’t do anything without her mother finding out, and she knew it.
It took about fifteen minutes of slow walking, being careful not to let the backpack slip and expose the huge stain on her backside, but she finally made it to the nurse’s office. She approached the desk and panted, not sure of what to say.
“Oh, hi Mandy, what can I do you for?” the receptionist asked, a teasing expression she perhaps was not aware of on her face.
Amanda, however, misheard. She made a face and turned red, this time with anger. She just couldn’t take it anymore. the world was picking on her today. She glared at the woman and opened her mouth, surprising herself with what came out. “No, I don’t need a diaper you dumb bitch. I don’t wear diapers because I don’t need them, and I’m sick of this stupid rumor that says I do! You should lose your job for accusing me of something like–”
“Go to the principal’s office, now!” Amanda was cut off by the nurse who came out of her office and now had her arms crossed glaring at Amanda. “You had no right to talk to my receptionist that way! Go see the principal!” The nurse’s voice was firm and her glare caused Amanda to wither a bit, slightly fearful of what this woman may do to her. “But I-” She opened her mouth to try to explain the problem but was only further rebuked by the nurse. Slowly, Amanda turned and headed to the office waiting room.
This day couldn’t get any worse! Amanda thought as she sat on her squishy pad and period-blood-covered butt. She looked at her crotch and saw a small red smear barely peeking out. She put her head in her hands and started crying. Her body had absolutely humiliated her today! After a little bit of simpering, she lifted her head, wiped away tears, and looked at the clock. The school day wasn’t even halfway over and here she was already in trouble.
A few minutes later, and she was in the principal’s office. The male principal wore a glare and demanded to know what was wrong. Amanda was so frustrated by the situation that she didn’t know what to say. Overwhelmed with negative emotions, she began crying again. The principal, however, was having none of it.
“Cut the melodrama before I put you in detention! You know what you said to the receptionist!”
The principal’s stern voice shocked her out of her mini-tantrum. She looked in his direction and tried to blink away tears. Again, she froze, not sure what to do.
“Yes…” Amanda said slowly.
“Young lady, you have no right to use that kind of language around adults! This isn’t the first complaint I’ve gotten about you, either!”
Amanda put her head down as a sign of submission. She had no idea who made those complaints or what they were about. As far as she knew, this was the only time she was mean to an adult, and she didn’t even mean that. It just came out because of how frustrated she was.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” the principal yelled.
She jerked her head up with a startle and sniffled a little bit more.
“S-sorry,” she stuttered.
“No you’re not, but you’re going to be. You just got yourself a ticket to Saturday detention!” the principal said.
“Saturday detention?!” Amanda was very angry now. Not only did she have to put up with this stupid school, the unfriendly students, the bullies, and the teachers and staff who did nothing to protect her, but she also had to come back here on the weekend? Amanda winced at the thought. She lifted her head and tried to scowl at the principal.
“Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got other students to see. Go back to class!” the principal said.
She opened her mouth to say something, “But I–”
“But what?” the principal asked.
Amanda put her head down. “But I needed to see the nurse. I-I had …an accident.”
“Whatever happened, you didn’t have the right to talk to the receptionist like that, and it’s up to the nurse if she wants to see you.”
“Could-could you call her office and ask, please?” Amanda asked, her tone softening to try to avoid further punishment.
“No. If you need to see the nurse, go to the receptionist and ask like everyone else. Maybe if you’re nice this time, she’ll let you?”
Amanda turned to go to the nurse’s office to try for a second time.
“…and young lady?”
She turned around. “Yes?”
“Don’t ever talk to any of my staff like that again or your parents may need to find a new school to send you to,” the principal warned.
