Pees

A warm, tiny tinkle of yellow fluid came from between my legs, soaking the white cotton of my Disney panties instantly. The fabric turned translucent, showing the bright shock of orange pubic hair underneath.

“SHE PEED!” Diana screamed with laughter. “THE QUEEN PEED HER PRINCESS PANTIES!”

“She’s literally a baby. A big, fat, ginger baby.”

“Well, we can’t have her making a mess of the floor,” Diana said. She reached under my desk and pulled out a large, baby blue diaper. I recognized it— Diana used to wear those when she was in middle school. Me and my friends made so much fun of her. This couldn't be happening.

“Diana, please, don’t put that on me,” I begged, my voice a pathetic whimper. “I’ll clean it up, I promise!”

“Too late, Ivie. You’ve lost your big-girl privileges,” Diana said.

She **** me to stand up. My legs were shaking so hard I could barely support my weight. Raphael held me steady while Diana ripped the soaked Disney panties off my body. She then cleaned my privates and made sure to remove all of my big girl hair.

"No need for that, It'll only make it more difficult to clean you each morning"

"Please... it to years for it grow" I pleaded as Diana applied the hair removing cream.

"Sorry big sis." She then took it away leaving me bare.

She then spread the blue diaper on the chair and **** me to sit back down on it. The plastic felt cold and clinical against my skin. She pulled the front up between my legs, the bulk of the padding feeling massive and humiliating.

“Spread your legs, Ivie,” Diana commanded. “Let the fans see the new fashion trend.”

I obeyed, my knees falling open. The diaper was huge, making me look even wider and more misshapen. Diana pulled the adhesive tabs tight, the sound of the plastic crinkling loudly in the quiet room.