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“Come on in, little ones. It’s okay. You’re safe now.”
Tears soaked Vivi’s cheeks as she followed Aubree and her caregiver to the other nursery. Aubree’s room was much like her own, except instead of the walls being painted a soft green, they were purple, and rather than having a “Timeout Corner” like Vivi’s did, there was a large wooden rocking horse, complete with a saddle on top and cuffs on the handles perfect for locking someone their size into.
Aubree pinched her nose shut. She’d mocked Vivien for her stench before, but it clearly wasn’t just an insult anymore. Vivi stunk and she knew it. To think she had managed to hold it in all day, only to humiliate herself by soiling her pants in the middle of a spanking. She could still feel the sting of Molly’s hand against her ass, only made worse by the warm mush sticking to her skin.
Vivien did her best to adjust her diaper, but there was no escaping the mess she had made. Thanks to the pounding Molly had given her, every inch of Vivi’s bottom was now covered in her own manure, just like a barn animal. To her horror, the filth had even spread between her legs, slowly seeping into Vivien’s wet crotch with each step. Vivi wanted nothing more than to rip the disgusting thing off of her and throw it at Molly’s face, but the warning her caregiver had given her still echoed in her ears. Miss Molly didn’t want anyone changing Vivi’s diaper but her, including her sisters. She’d only just scraped through the last punishment, she wasn’t about to earn herself another.
“Smells like someone made a really big mess in her pants, now didn’t she?” Robin asked. The other woman had begun setting up the changing table for use, clearly intending to get the two of them changed into a pair of clean nappies. Vivien wanted to tell her that it was against her rules, but there was no way she was about to turn down a chance to get cleaned up. Even if Vivi did want to spend the rest of her day in a dirty diaper, she wasn’t about to argue with Molly’s sister. She didn’t know Miss Robin, and she didn’t intend to find out what Aubree’s Caregiver was capable of. Miss Molly was fearsome, but Vivi was a total pushover. If Robin was able to wrangle Aubree, there was no telling what the woman could do to her.
“That fucking bitch,” Aubree cursed. “If she ever puts her hands on me again I’m going to do a lot more than punch her.” She angrily paced back and forth, failing to pop her already popped knuckles. “I know I went a little bit overboard, but that shortstack had it coming.”
“Hey Little Roo?” Robin interrupted.
Aubree softened slightly, “yeah?”
“Shut up and help your friend to the table please.”
The little one’s mouth hung open for a moment, before shutting up and doing as she was told, leading Vivien to Robin at the changing table in the back.
“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll get you cleaned up and feeling better in no time.” Robin said.
Aubree was a fighter, so to see her bend for Robin gave the caregiver an intimidating air. And yet Robin seemed so gentle, Vivi had a hard time believing she was anywhere as scary as Miss Molly had shown herself to be. She helped the little one onto the table with a soft hand, her padding squishing beneath her as her bottom was set down.
Vivien couldn't help but moan. Her crotch burned in the wake of her brutal spanking, it left her gasping for breath anytime she touched it. The poor girl hated to admit it, but she was extremely turned on.
“Molly really left you in a state, huh?” Robin said, giving Vivi’s padding a reassuring pat.
“Ahhh!! Nn-noo…” Vivien begged, her hands shooting between her legs in desperation. “N-not there, please not there…”
Robin watched as Vivien writhed, gently peeling the other woman's hands from her crotch. Sure enough, even the slightest touch sent Vivi into a fit of whining and moaning. She would never be able to change her like this.
“New plan,” Robin said, helping the girl back to her feet. She then led the little one by the hand to the wooden rocking horse, patting the saddle. “Hop up.”
Vivien did so, letting out a fierce gasp as her body made contact with the horse, the contents of her padding once again smearing against her sensitive skin, squished beneath her weight.
“Oh God… It's everywhere!” Vivien cried in horror. “I can feel it inside of me…”
“Try not to think about that right now. All you need to do right now is focus on keeping your hands on these handlebars.” Robin instructed, taking both of Vivi's palms and guiding them into place. “Now something very fun happens when I press the pony's nose. Are you ready?”
Molly's charge sniffled, but nodded, wrapping her fingers around the handles and clutching them tightly. “Yes, Ma'am…”
“Good girl. You enjoy yourself while I get Aubree changed.”
With a press of its nose, the rocking horse spurred to life. Vivien whinnied as the saddle began to vibrate, sending a stampede of pleasure racing through her body that nearly bucked its rider off her wooden steed. Despite the animal's best efforts, however, the little one remained glued to her seat.
Vivien couldn't help it any longer. She needed release. Vivien rolled her hips, driving her full weight into the vibrating seat. She felt the contents of her diaper shift as the soiled padding squished against her pussy. Even in her memories of the farm, wrestling with animals in the mud, Vivien had never felt so filthy. The shame was exhilarating, the best and most disgusting she had ever felt in her entire life.
Vivien's whole body shook as she came, sight and sound blurring as her mind was rocked with orgasm. She clenched. Everything became pins and needles and she cried breathlessly. Her muscles contracted again as a further rush of endorphins slapped her in the face, causing her to squirt hysterically into her diaper.
Slowly, the pleasure died off, and the aftermath began to seep in. Vivien gagged as reality set in, the smell combined with the wet, sticky sticky sensation against her skin making her throat tighten, and her stomach twist. She felt sick. Her eyes twisted shut and before she could stop herself, she began to dry heave, but despite her body's best efforts to expel it, nothing came up, the contents of her guts already having filled her pants, leaving her bent over the rocking horse as she waited for the pain to subside.
“You poor thing,” a soft voice said. Vivien felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see who was there. Robin stood beside her, wearing a gentle, nonjudgmental smile. Vivien quickly broke into tears, sobbing like a baby, as an actual infant in her position might have.
“It's alright. I’ve got you,” Robin said, helping Vivien off the rocking horse. “I’m gonna get you cleaned up and changed into a nice, fresh diaper, and everything is going to be okay.”
Robin took Vivien by the hand and let her on the grueling walk of shame across the room to the changing table. The weight in Vivi’s diaper shifted with every step, only causing further distress until Robin was forced to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way, removing her from her shortalls and strapping her down on her back atop the table.
Vivien couldn't look, covering her face with both hands as the other woman began to remove her diaper. Unfortunately for her, the scent of her own mess only multiplied in strength, causing the tears to begin spilling from her eyes anew.
Robin didn't comment, either on the girl's emotional state or the state of her diaper, instead quickly getting to work wiping down Vivien's bottom, freeing her red, irritated skin from her own filth, one wipe at a time. Robin had done this song and dance before, it didn't phase her anymore.
Aubree sat quietly in her crib, watching from across the room. She was now wearing a white sweater and a pair of bloomers over her new diaper, the shirt that Vivien had given her now sitting on the bed next to her. Aubree picked it up and unfolded it. A plain green t-shirt. It was honestly the least juvenile thing she had been given to wear since arriving.
She glanced over at the changing table. Robin had just finished wiping Vivien clean and was applying a healthy amount of cream and powder to the affected areas. It looked like Vivi had developed a rash.
Aubree winced, she knew that feeling all too well, having spent more than her fair share of nights recovering from rashes of various size and severity. She remembered the worst of them, a full front to back she had gotten on a Summer road trip with her aunt, her guardian at the time. She had been in charge of packing and changing her own diapers, but had lost her bag and all of the supplies on the last day of the trip and instead of admitting it or asking for help, she decided to sit through the whole drive home in the same wet diaper she had woken up in. Her aunt was furious when it leaked less than halfway through the 10 hour trip home, resulting in a screaming match that lasted the rest of the drive and well into the following week, only ending when it became clear that Aubree was never going to admit any kind of fault. It wasn’t the first time she had given herself a rash that would have been completely avoidable with the correct amount of care and proper hygiene, and it also wasn’t the last.
It never would have happened if I had just told someone. Aubree thought.
Robin slid a plain white disposable under Vivien’s powdered bottom and was currently taping it around her waist, giving it a quick adjustment before helping her sit up. “There. Is that better?”
Vivien sniffled, wiping the wetness from her eyes. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to be wearing a clean diaper. “Thank you. I’m sorry for freaking out.”
“You’ve had a long day, no need to be sorry,” Robin said. “What about you, Aubree?”
Aubree walked over to the pair, holding the green t-shirt towards Vivien. “Thanks for letting me borrow this.”
Vivien took the shirt and held it to her chest, blushing. “Yeah. No problem.”
“I’ll let you get dressed,” Robin said, handing Vivien her brown shortalls. “Tell me if you need any help.”
Vivien nodded. “Yes, Miss Robin. I think I’ll be okay.”
“Then just let me know when you’re done. We need to get you two back to class,” Robin said. “Trust me. You do not want to be late."