Sleeping and enjoying; awoken later

Margaret allowed herself to be changed once more, this time however, her stepmother strapped the thick butterfly diapers on before she might use the wand. Crestfallen, Margaret nearly headed downstairs before her stepmother noticed. Understanding the face of suppressed horiness, she smiled and spoke up.

"Maggie, I'm sorry, I can tell you're randy. Just let me know next time, no shame in enjoying your bodies natural urges." Her stepmother said, making Margaret hesitate but blurt out her thoughts.

"It's just, oh my gosh, don't think I'm weird for saying this."

"Never. You'd think I'm weird with the stories I have!" Her stepmother said, egging Margaret on.

"I've been hornier then normal. Especially....well...especially imagining that cute grocery boy. What if he had seen me dressed like this. God...I just..."

"Mag, my creamy randy girl, you shouldn't feel ashamed. Here, use my phone. I can tell some silly magazines won't be enough for you." Her stepmother said.

What she said was correct. Magazines wouldn't be enough, but the guttural moans from porn she found on the internet, combined with the friction of rubbing against the bed was enough. Gasping like a drowning swimmer, Margaret threw the pacifier in her mouth, watching a girl stripped and fucked in public. Another video popped up automatically, some nerd in a cosplay outfit, being discretely fucked at a convention. It was enough to make Margaret's legs quiver, a moan escape, and finally, another orgasm take her body.

This time, however, she did not awake from the stupor she fallen into. Skipping dinner, Margaret passed out on her body, exhausted from a long, productive day. Her stepmother came in the room, popping the pacifier in her mouth, and playing some calming water trickles as the girl slept.

"Maggie. Wake up! Your probation officer is here!" Margaret's eyes awoke the second her stepmother's words processed. Hopping out of bed, she looked around the room. How long had she been out?

If her diaper was evident of anything, a long time. Deeply sagging, it was full beyond a reasonable doubt, the poor tapes barely holding on for life. Shrieking as someone walked into the room, she accepted the childish crop top from her mother, probably displaying 'Auntie's Princess'.

"See Chief, I wasn't lying. She wears a diaper." The young probation officer from the day prior said as they were escorted in by her stepmother.

"Apologies to catch you off guard like this Margaret, it is just not a common occurrence amongst our staff to hear of someone wearing, and erm, using diapers." The Chief said, an older man who looked like he just wanted to retire.

"What'd I tell you yesterday you fool! My Maggie can't hold a damn ounce of pee." Her stepmother ranted, giving a wink to Margaret. Right. She had to play along.

"I'm sorry....I can't not go potty in.....holding it is hard." Margaret said, hoping she had sold her false illness well.

"Right. Alright. No need for details." The Chief said. "We can figure out another way to do this. But first, we just need a doctors note saying you uh, can't control your need for the bathroom."

"Doctors note? Trust my word, I'm her damn custodian!" Margaret's stepmother said, supported by Margaret.

"My stepmommy is right." She said, pointing at the destroyed diaper.

"Okay, okay. No need to be hostile. I need two statements by the end of next week. One from your stepmother, one from a doctor. We'll see ourselves out." The Chief said, perused by a pissed stepmother, ranting about how she needed a supervisor. It drove the two embarrassed and confused men out like bats from hell.

Margaret was too busy to hear any of it. She was in the bathroom, vomiting her guts out, feeling worse then she had ever felt. Feeling her stepmother tie her hair back, she continued, not finished until her stepmother patted her back, burping her. She felt much better after that, and a whole pot of coffee made her feel really good.

Bacon grease slid down her throat, and she felt amazing as she devoured her stepmothers cooking. Seconds soon followed, and she was more then happy to oblige. Her change had prompted a shower first, one where her stepmother helped her clean herself. Following that, she went down in her sleeper to breakfast.

"Maggie, I have a few family friends who could get that note for you. Would you like to go to the doctors today?" Her stepmother asked.

Margaret was happy her stepmother offered her some choice.