Yes, Little Laurie is Being a Good Girl today

The young mutant could only whimper as she finished reading the note, looking down at her nude form, minus the adorable little pony pull-up that fit her bubble butt perfectly anyway. She sniffled after a moment, looking close to tears as she looked down at her wet pull-up. She assumed it was wet anyway, after removing the post-it note, she noticed a very prominent and active wetness indicator underneath it, on the front of her padding it read ‘Baby Cub’ while on the back she could just barely make out ‘If Purple, please let me know I’m wet, I probably don’t realise’ followed by some purple strips. The clone wanted to argue with that of course, but she hadn’t even realised she had wet herself through the night until seeing it, what made it even worse that as far as she could tell, nobody had **** her diuretics or made her hold it last night, she had went right before bed, meaning she had wet the bed like a toddler all on her own. It was almost a good thing she had been put in the precious padding over night, not that she’d ever admit it of course.

Staring at the bottle angrily, Laura wanted to resist, she really did, but her mind drifted to the last few times she had resisted, she thought of that time she had ended up over Jean Frey’s lap in front of the entire school at lunch for trying to resist a messy wedgie, or that time she had refused to team up with Spider-Man when she was in New York, and found herself hanging from a flagpole in Central Park by the pink princess panties until she had been unable to hold it and messed herself, she thought about all the times she had ended up over a teacher’s lap, male or female, for wetting herself during particularly long lessons and ruining the chairs and desks. She thought about all the times she had been spanked, all the wedgies she had received from heroes and villains alike, all the times she had accidentally wet herself in the middle of missions, she thought about the puddle she was making in her pull-up right no-

Laura shrieked in surprise, hand shooting to her crotch as she tried to stop herself, but by now it was much too late, and the girl was unable to stop from continuing to wet herself like a toddler, at this point holding back tears, she promised herself she wouldn’t cry though, the amount of times she had been wedgie’d so hard she cried had earned her something of a reputation as a crybaby, and while calling her names wasn’t anything new the short girl still hated it, shivering at the warm feeling in her now even more purple pull-up, she got up, groaning as it squelched and sagged at each step. Laura looked at the bottle and huffed, deciding to obey for now, but only because the thought alone of being punished was enough to make her piss herself like a toddler.

Still, the girl decided to wait a moment before drinking it, wanting to get out of the wet pull-up and into clothes as soon as possible. She turned to her wardrobe and panty draw, only to groan in frustration at what was inside.

“You didn’t think a baby like you would be allowed big girl clothes did you?” A blue posted note mocked, which she quickly shredded with her claws in anger.

Inside the wardrobe was a plethora of outfits, each more humiliating than the last, there was a full maid-dress, a bunny outfit, a whole assortment of adorable onesies, a schoolgirl outfit and practically every embarrassing outfit a person could think of, the only real consistency other than them being humiliating was the fact they were all bright sparkly pink, making the girl groan. “Seriously?!” She huffed, not realising she was pouting like a toddler about to throw a tantrum.

As for the baby- As for the mutant’s panty draw, it was more of a pull-up draw at this point, with that being the majority of the draw, similarly they were all mortifying pony designs, Disney Princesses, building blocks, X-Men themed, or anything else that made her wince. The only exception was a full-sized puffy pink diaper, which Laura didn’t really know why it was there, it wasn’t like she could put it on herself anyway... After a particularly humiliating day due to being a brat, Emma Frost had used her telepathy on the girl, manipulating Laura’s mind to permanently have no idea how to diaper herself, it only made it even more embarrassing every time she had ended up padded having to ask people to change her after every accident.

Staring at her options, Laura huffed, reaching for the surprisingly heavy bottle and beginning to sip on it absently, unknowingly having already drank almost half of if, it was shockingly easy to drink from a sippy cup for Laura, and her obliviousness to how adorable she looked while doing it only made it cuter. She continued to drink and consider her clothes, would she take the pull-ups, or ask one of her fellow school members to change her into the diaper, and what outfit would she choose?