Driving home with Mike

The decision was easy for her. Showing up in front of half the school in diapers wouldn't exactly improve her reputation. Mike, on the other hand, wasn't one of those kids who constantly made her life difficult. Admittedly, he was a bit creepy with his grungy look. But the others were probably afraid of him, so no one dared to tease him. Better that only he laughed at her still clearly visible diapered bottom than the rest of the class. "I'm going with Mike," Lisa said. "That's what I thought. He's waiting behind the changing rooms." The teacher managed to get Lisa to Mike's car unnoticed. Mike was standing bored next to the open car door. When he saw her, he quickly looked her up and down, and Lisa thought his gaze lingered on her bottom for ages. Her face flushed, she silently sat down in the passenger seat and watched as Mike and the teacher exchanged a few more words. Then he got in and looked her up and down again. A slight grin played on his lips. But it didn't seem malicious. "Let's go then," he said calmly. After a while, they turned towards their hometown. Lisa was happy about this, as she already needed to pee. She definitely didn't want to arrive home in a wet diaper. But suddenly, they turned left. Lisa found this odd, but didn't want to upset Mike, so she remained silent. They stopped in front of a beautiful Victorian house surrounded by the nearby woods. Lisa mustered her courage and said, "Mike, we're in the wrong place, this isn't my parents' house." "I know," said Mike, visibly agitated. "I live here." Lisa was confused. "Listen. I spoke to the teacher, and she promised not to mention your mishap in your school records or notify your parents. That means I can either drop you off at home, and you can explain to your parents why you're wearing a diaper, or you can stay with me tonight, and I'll take you home tomorrow as if you were just coming from the bus." Lisa blushed; she had never spent the night at a boy's house before. But if her parents wouldn't find out, that would be fantastic. Besides, her bladder was now very full, so any toilet would do. "Cool. Okay, I guess I'll come in," she said shyly and was about to point out the car door. But it was locked. "Not so fast," said Mike, taking her hand. "If you want to stay here, you have to follow a few rules: 1. From now on, you're officially my girlfriend. 2. You'll always wear diapers when we're together and alone. 3. You'll call me 'Daddy' during this time and obey me. If you don't want to follow the rules, I'll take you diapered ass straight home. By then, you should be properly wet. It's your decision," he said as confidently as possible. Lisa was shocked. She barely knew him, and then this about diapers and Daddy stuff. But maybe this was better than ending up over Mom's knee. How could anyone make such a decision? She mustered all her courage and looked directly at him. There was nothing malicious in his eyes, just nervousness. So she quietly said, "OK." Maike suppressed his broad smile and looked serious. "Excuse me?" Lisa stared at him briefly and then understood what he wanted. "OK, Daddy." His hand moved to her face and gently stroked her cheek. "Good girl, now prove it to me and flood your diaper for me." Lisa's face was bright red again. At first, she thought her body would automatically obey his command, but in reality, the wet feeling between her legs was coming from somewhere else. Slightly aroused, she leaned back and felt the wetness spread from her vulva to her bottom. The wetness pressed warmly and firmly against her princess-like parts. Too firmly. She opened her eyes and saw his hand between her legs. He smiled at her. "Such a good girl."