“You really think this isn’t going to blow up in our face?” Vidette asked.
“Come on, this is Keeley we’re talking about. It’ll be fine.” Dominika replied, sipping her wine.
Vidette looked around the room while she gathered her thoughts. Dominika had used the same boring designer that all her friends seemed to use. The ‘clean aesthetic’ with everything in white wasn’t distracting, precisely because it was boring.
It’s not that she didn’t want to join in on Dominika’s plan. Vidette thought. It sounded like a ton of fun. The problem part was that it also sounded like a ton of potential drama.
“It’s just so extreme. You’re planning to gang up on her physically. We’d keep her trapped at the beach house for a while. There’s even drugs involved.”
“Oh please.” Dominika scoffed. “Spironolactone is just water pill, not something hardcore like heroin. Which Keeley has actually tried, if you remember.”
Vidette took a long drink of her wine. “She does get herself out of hand every six months it seems like.”
“With her parents gone on that ‘sabbatical’ in Dubai, she’s due for another one.” Dominika said.
“What if we’re wrong and she freaks out?” Vidette asked.
“Then she sicks her lawyers on us, it’ll be a whole drama thing, and we’ll have to spend a bunch of money to keep it out of the papers.” Dominika said. “But you know she won’t.”
“Probably not.” Vidette sighed. “I mean, it sounds fun, but it’s pretty weird.”
“Weirder than the secret society crap that your brother gets up to? Nobody’s going to make Keeley ‘frolic’ with a pig.”
“Please do not remind me of that.” Vidette downed the rest of her wine. “Fine, you’ll get the beach house set up, and I’ll get her there.”
“Perfect.” Dominika grinned toothily. “This is going to be a blast. We’re all bored, we need it.”
“Yeah, you’re not wrong there.” Vidette stretched. “Want to go into the city tonight?”
“Dinner?” Dominika asked.
“Yeah, and a club too if we can find one that doesn’t suck.”
“Good luck. Manhattan is dead. But yeah, let’s go.”
“Great, I want to do some shopping anyway. For Keeley’s adventure.”
“Can’t wait to see what you find.” Dominika said.
—–
Keeley yawed and stretched out in the passenger seat of Vidette’s Maserati. It was nice of Vidette to drive, even if she had been kind of weird about the invite to Dominika’s beach house. Idly, she wondered if one or both of her friends were going to hit on her. It might actually be fun if they did. Zach was getting gross enough with cocaine that she didn’t want to be around him right now.
A clandestine girl hookup would be a nice palate cleanser. That’d make Vidette a raven-haired sorbet and Dominika a brunette one. Keeley giggled at the image.
And I’m the blonde sorbet! She thought. The best one.
“What’s so funny?” Vidette asked, pulling up the private drive to the beach house. Up on a bluff, it commanded a beautiful view of the waves while providing access to the beach below with an elevator.
“Heh, just a silly thought. Thanks for inviting me. Zach is getting gross again.”
“I don’t know why you keep going back to him.” Vidette said, bringing the car to a stop and climbing out.
Keeley hopped out and grabbed her dual carry-ons. “I dunno. Daddy does business with his family all the time. We end up at all the parties together.”
“Let’s make the weekend a Zach-free zone.” Vidette said, climbing the steps with two larger bags in hand.
“Works for me. Jeeze Vi, how much stuff did you bring anyway?”
“Vidette, Keeley!” Dominika threw the door open with a big grin on her face. “Get in here girls.”
It took a good half hour to get her stuff all set up with no help around. The relaxation hadn’t started until she had her butt parked on a couch. Mimosa in hand, since it was still before noon, Keeley toasted her friends.
“This was a great idea. I’m way less stressed already.” The gorgeous view of the sea out a wall of windows was a big help too.
“Thank you.” Dominika said. “Vidette said you’ve got some stuff you want to get away from right now.”
“Yeah.” Keely said. Taking a gulp of the mimosa she tried to push Zach out of her mind. An odd minty taste under the heavy orange flavor of the drink was a nice distraction. Dominika was experimenting with weird cocktails again.
“While we’re here we wanted to play a little game.” Vidette said.
“Huh, like what?”
“It’s something that Vidette and I came up with for you.” Dominika said.
“Uh, is this a sex thing?” Keeley giggled.
“Not really, but I’m sure you’ll try to turn it into one.” Vidette teased.
“That’s not fair, that was only one time.” Keeley protested.
“Only one time when we were into seances, but literally every time we played Truth or Dare in high school.” Vidette said.
“Oh my god, that’s what Truth or Dare is for.” Keeley said.
“That’s fair, but you were always the first to go there.” Dominika said, chuckling. “Anyway, will you go along with the game for us?”
“I don’t even know what the game is.” Keeley said, confused. Had they said something before and she’d just missed it? They didn’t usually spring stuff like this on her out of nowhere.
“We want you to relax, take your mind off everything.” Vidette said. “Just follow our lead, okay?”
“Uh, I think I should still know something about it.” Keeley said uncertainly. Her growing nervousness was helped only a little by finishing off the mimosa with another big gulp.
“We’ll walk you through it as things come up.” Dominika said.
Both women stood and reached for Keeley’s hands, pulling her to her feet. Her nervousness came back full blast, erasing the effects of the mimosa.
“Uh, what’s going on?”
“First part of the game is dress-up.” Vidette said eagerly. “We have some outfits for you that we think will help distract you.”
“It’s easier if we just show you.” Dominika said, tugging the snap open on Keeley’s skirt. She had that stern tone in her voice that Keeley could never directly say no to.
“I guess but um, I can change on my own – ack!” Keeley squawked as Vidette yanked her blouse up over her head. She lost her skirt at the same time, reluctantly stepping out of it.
“It’s not like we’ve never seen you naked.” Vidette said, already unsnapping Keeley’s bra.
“Give me these.” Dominika commanded, pulling Keeley’s thong panties down.
Regardless of what her friends had said before, it was obviously a sex thing. Keeley stood nervously nude, trying to own her exposure and look confident. It was hard to be confident around those two though, especially Dominika.
“And now you’re gonna drag me to the bedroom for this totally not a sex thing, right?” Keeley asked.
“No, we have the outfit right here.” Vidette said, producing a plain white sports bra.
It looked uncomfortably like a training bra, but it would at least cover her chest. Keeley obediently put her arms up and squirmed into the restrictive garment. Dominika was back at the other end with a pair of cotton panties. They were pretty basic with a pale daisy pattern on them.
“Those are cute I guess.” Keeley said, checking out the panties.
Her friends were too busy dressing her to respond. A light brown pleated skirt went up her legs while Vidette pulled her arms through a cream colored shirt with a familiar badge over the left breast.
“Is this our prep school uniform?” Keeley exclaimed.
“That’s right.” Vidette said, buttoning up the blouse and tying a little pastel yellow handkerchief under the collar.
“Gimme your feet.” Dominika said, helping Keeley step into a pair of thick white tights.
The tights were, well, tight. Especially at the waist, they pinched a little. Keeley had worn a lot more uncomfortable though. They weren’t nearly as bad as a slingshot bathing suit.
“Why am I in a school uniform?”
“Cause we’re going to take care of everything for you while we’re here.” Vidette said. “The clothes are just a reminder of when our parents used to do a lot for us.”
“We’ll make sure you don’t fret about the stuff that’s bothering you.” Dominika said. She took Keeley’s phone off the table, ignoring her protests, and stowed it in her purse. “You can have it supervised, but there won’t be any contacting the guy we aren’t going to talk about.”
Keeley looked from Dominika to Vidette. It was – a lot – what they’d just done, but it was sweet too. Plus Dominika was right, if she had her phone she’d definitely respond to Zach’s texts, or at least be stressed out by them.
“Well, okay.” A halfhearted smile became the real thing as Keeley warmed to the idea. “Thanks girls.”
“What are friends for?” Vidette said, gathering up Keeley’s clothes and carrying them off.
Dominika guided Keeley back onto the couch and poured her another mimosa and a glass of water. “Just leave everything to us. Make sure you drink water too.”
Vidette came back and they all settled into reminiscing about school. It was nice, the perfect distraction. At least until a much more urgent distraction made itself known. Keeley had to clamp her legs together to ward off a sudden, massive urge to pee.
“I’ll be right back…” She said as she got up, only to have her friends intercept her and step close.
“One sec, we haven’t done a group selfie yet, and the light is perfect.” Vidette said, holding her camera up.
“Uh, if it’s quick.” Keeley said nervously. She felt like she might burst at any moment. There wasn’t any way out with the coffee table right in front of her and Dominika’s arm on the small of her back.
“Say beach house!” Vidette said.
“Beach house!” Keeley said in a strained voice. She tried to pull away after Vidette took the picture but Dominika held her firmly.
“Wait, I think my eyes were closed, do another one.” Dominika said.
“Girls I…” The camera snapped just as a look of horror crossed Keeley’s face.
It didn’t make sense, she’d gone from barely needing to pee to losing control in a matter of minutes. Still half-disbelieving it, Keeley stared helplessly at Vidette’s phone while liquid gushed into her panties and tights.
“Oh no, did you just wet yourself?” Dominika said, with no subtly whatsoever.
“Hon, are you okay? You’re kinda just, going for it.” Vidette said.
To her horror, Keeley realized that Vidette was right. There was nothing stopping the flow. She wasn’t just leaking down her thighs, she was dripping right onto the carpet. The shock of it kept her frozen.
“Don’t worry hon, we’ll take care of you, just like we said we would.” Vidette said, taking Keeley’s arm.
“Let’s go Keeley.” Dominica said firmly.
The first few wet uncomfortable steps snapped Keeley out of her shock. She was still going! Little spurts of pee were falling on her feet as she walked and the wet had traveled halfway up her butt.
“I can clean up.” She said, a humiliated blush spreading across her face.
Her friends ignored her, Vidette still had tight hold of one arm and Dominika was behind her with her hands on Keeley’s waist. Nervousness and indecision warred in Keeley as she was guided down the hall. The last of her copious accident was finally out. They passed the bathroom, again with no explanation.
Keeley stumbled behind Vidette into a spare bedroom. She didn’t realize what they’d pushed her up against until she was already bent over it. While Keeley’s revelation sank in, Dominika yanked down her skirt, tights, and panties all together.
She was bent over a table about waist height, made of light wood with a light rail around the outside. There was a padded mat along the six foot length of it in bright primary colors. On it’s own it was blatant enough, but the stacks of folded plastic and padding in the built-in shelves really gave it away.
“Is this a fucking changing table?!” Keeley cried out.
Vidette was on the other side of the table, holding Keeley’s forearms to keep her bent over the table. “That’s right hon. We didn’t expect this part of the game to start so soon but we prepped beforehand just in case!”
“You’re not going to put me in a diaper!” Keeley shouted, struggling against Vidette’s grip. The whole thing was absurd, nuts!
Smack! Keeley gasped, going silent in surprise as the sting spread across her rear. Dominika spanked her again, then twice more. Keeley yelped at the last two.
“Ow, stop! Stop it!”
“I told you, we’re going to take care of everything.” Vidette said with an encouraging smile.
“Including making sure you get what you need, if you want it or not.” Dominika said. “Now, are you going to climb up on the table or do you need more spanking?”
“You guys can’t, you can’t do this.” Keeley whimpered.
“Aww Keeley.” Vidette said sympathetically. “You’d better behave. Dominika is serious, she’ll turn your butt purple if you don’t obey.”
This was completely crazy. Keeley thought. She craned her head back to look at Dominika and caught sight of a raised hand. Flinching, she crawled up on the table. Her friends wasted no time, rolling her onto her back and pulling her hands above her head. Before she could process it all, Keeley found her wrists secured by pink leather cuffs.
“Uh, guys?” Keeley said hesitantly. “If you wanted to do a kinky sex thing we don’t need all this weird stuff. I’m up for it. Really.”
“I told you Keeley.” Vidette said sweetly. “We have a game we want to play. If you play along with us we’ll all have a lot of fun together.”
“And if you resist,” Dominika added, “it’ll be Vidette and I having most of the fun. But it’ll still happen.”
“But, but why?” Keeley whimpered, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes.
“I think you’ll like it if you give it a chance.” Vidette said, unbuttoning Keeley’s blouse and rubbing her belly.”
“You think I’ll like being in a diaper?” Keely asked in disbelief.
“I think you’ll love being taken care of and fussed over for a couple of days.” Vidette said, lightly tickling Keeley’s sides.
Any response Keeley might have had was cut off by a pair of cuffs descending from the ceiling on a pully. She watched in disbelief as Vidette and Dominika cuffed her ankles and pressed a button to raise the pully. Now with her legs up in perfect position to be diapered, Keeley blushed again. She tried to cover her face but the cuffs on her wrists wouldn’t let her.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Vidette said. “I’m sure you’re feeling icky after that accident.”
While Vidette wiped her rear, Keeley closed her eyes and tried to find something to distract her from what was happening. That ‘accident’ had come on really fast and strong. Dominika and Vidette and pounced her as soon as she got up like they were expecting it. On top of that the mimosa tasted weird…
“Did you bitches give me something to make me pee!?” Keeley demanded.
Vidette paused in her wiping, making eye contact with Dominika. They both burst out laughing. Keeley was all but positive now that she was right.
“Oh Keeley, don’t go blaming your little baby accidents on us.” Dominika said. She fished one of the diapers off the shelf below Keeley and spread it out. “Don’t worry, we have you covered.”
“This isn’t fair!” Keeley whined, kicking her legs futilely.
“Shhh, don’t be fussy now.” Dominika said.
Keeley opened her mouth to let Dominika know that she was NOT fussy, and a lot more than that. She got a pacifier shoved into her mouth for her troubles.
“Don’t spit it out, or I’ll get the one that has straps like a gag.” Dominika said.
Making as big a pout as she could around the pacifier, Keeley lay back and tried to relax. Just because her friends knew she liked being pushed around didn’t mean they could do this kind of stuff to her. It was a little hot but that wasn’t the point. They’d made her pee herself in front of them, and now Vidette was wiping her privates.
A shiver ran down Keeley’s body. She sucked on the pacifier to try to cover her reaction. Nobody had had her this helpless in a long time. That’s all it was. A light pinch on her breasts made her open her eyes and gasp. Dominika brushed her fingertips across Keeley’s bra and smirked at her.
Ugh! Keeley thought as she squirmed. Why couldn’t this just be a regular kinky bondage sex thing?
Finally clean to Vidette’s satisfaction, Keeley felt her butt lifted as the ankle cuffs rose. A diaper went under her and she was lowered onto it as the cuffs came all the way back down to the table. The smell of baby powder made Keeley whimper. Her friends worked together to pull the diaper up and fix the tapes in place.
Before she had time to get used to her new underpants, Vidette and Dominika both pounced her. Dominika was tickling Keeley’s side while Vidette blew a raspberry on her belly. Uncontrollable giggles burst out of Keeley. The pacifier rolled off her cheek and to the side.
She waited for Dominika to say something about her dropping the pacifier, but it didn’t come. Instead, they uncuffed her wrists and stripped the uniform blouse off her. Off balance from the tickle attack and everything else, Keeley let them pull another garment over her head and arms.
Once it was on they cuffed her arms again, apparently not leaving anything to chance. Not like they couldn’t overpower her together anyway, Keeley grumped. Her grumps redoubled when her new top was pulled down past her waist and snapped together between her legs. It was mostly white with little giraffes printed on it.
“A baby’s onesie, really?” Keeley protested. She didn’t fight her restraints, since there didn’t seem to be much point.
“Baby clothes for our baby girl.” Vidette said with way too much enthusiasm.
“Okay Keeley, we have some rules for you. All you have to do is agree to follow them and we’ll go back to having fun.” Dominika said.
“Rules?” Keeley frowned.
“Yup. First off, no taking off your diaper. It’s best if you don’t really touch it. Only Vidette and I can change you.”
Keeley rolled her eyes but didn’t bother to protest. She assumed they wouldn’t want her undoing all the effort they’d gone to.
“Second, you use your diaper to potty. This one shouldn’t be too hard, it’s just like peeing in your panties, and you’re good at that.”
“Hey, that was your fault!” Keeley said. “I never peed my pants before!”
“Except at Cochella that one time.” Vidette said.
“And during that hike up Bald Mountain.” Dominika said.
“Oh yeah, and the time you got really wasted clubbing at The Looking Glass.” Vidette added.
“True, also when we were having a sleepover at Jaclyn’s and we covered for you.” Dominika said.
“Okay, okay, I get it.” Keeley blushed and closed her eyes as tightly as she could.
“Glad we cleared that up.” Vidette said, getting a snort-laugh out of Dominica.
“Anyway, third rule. You don’t have to poop in them, but you can’t go to the bathroom on your own if you need to do that. You have to ask one of us to go with you.”
“What? But I – “
“AND if you don’t have to go number two when we get there, we’ll leave you in a diaper until you DO poop in it. You’re not to use those trips to get out of being a potty pants.” Dominika finished.
Keeley whined and pouted, but it had no effect on either of her friends.
“Finally, you can’t do stuff on your own. You have to ask us for food, drinks, using the TV, all that stuff.”
“You can’t make me follow all these stupid rules!” Keeley yelled.
“Probably not.” Vidette said with a shrug. “It’d be a lot of work if you really fight us.”
“Yeah, so if you don’t play along we’ll just leave you tied up here and bring you food, change you when you’ve pooped.” Dominika said relentlessly.
“You wouldn’t.”
“We’d rather not!” Vidette said with another saccharine grin. “We’ll have way more fun if you come with us and play.”
“How will I have fun?” Keeley pouted.
“Because we’ll be doing all the cooking and cleaning.” Dominika said with a smirk. “Waiting on your baby butt hand and foot.”
That part DID sound fun. Keeley had to admit, but only to herself. The rest of it was super weird though.
“Girls, why all this?”
“It seemed fun, and it already is.” Dominika said with a grin.
“You are SO super cute like this.” Vidette said. “Come on, it’ll be just like playing dress-up as kids. Only this time you’re the kid and we get to play with you.”
With a sigh, Keeley shrugged. They were super invested in this. There was no stopping these two when they got a project in mind. She still didn’t understand why they picked this particular project, but it looked like she was in for a weird vacation.
“Fine.” Keeley said reluctantly. “But you better be super nice to me to make up for all this.”
“Of course! Good babies get all the attention, treats, and snuggles!” Vidette said.
“Bad babies get spankings though, so don’t be bad.” Dominika said.
They uncuffed her wrists and ankles and waited expectantly. Gingerly, Keeley sat up and looked from Vidette to Dominika. No sign of them letting her in on the joke or ending the game. She rolled her eyes.
“Okay, let’s go play.”
“Yay!” Her friends said in unison.
They each took a hand and marched her out to the living room. The odor of Keeley’s accident was pretty strong, making her blush again. Vidette took her aside to the other couch while Dominika got out some stuff to clean up the mess.
Dang, they are committed to this. Keeley thought. That might be the first time Dominika had cleaned up something gross.
Vidette sat down and pulled Keeley down across her lap and against the arm of the couch. Holding Keeley, Vidette kissed her forehead. It had been weird enough to be diapered on that changing table. Feeling the padding around her butt in the more normal context of the living room was really confusing.
The snuggles were nice at least, Keeley supposed.
“What do you want to do first?” Vidette asked. “We could do a brunch. There’s always the beach. It’s early in the day but we could watch a movie. Or if you really want to get into the baby thing, I have some coloring books for you.”
That last suggestion didn’t even deserve a response. Keeley frowned at one of the others though. “Uh, the beach? You’re not going to take me out of the house like this are you?”
“Not in just a onesie.” Vidette said, in faux shock. “You’d freeze. We have a cute one-piece snowsuit for you with a hood and built in mittens.”
When Keeley looked at her friend in disbelief, Vidette laughed.
“Oh you can find so much cool stuff online or in specialty stores. We couldn’t get a stroller in your size in time, which was too bad.”
“Oh darn.” Keeley said, squirming. “Uh, never mind the beach. Brunch sounds good.”
“That’ll take both of us to set up.” Vidette looked over at Dominica, who was putting the cleaning supplies away. “If you want to mind her, I’ll get the playpen set up.”
“Mind me?” Keeley frowned. “Playpen?”
All her protests were playing right into her friends’ game, she knew. At the same time, how do you not protest being put in a playpen?
“Yeah, it’s a really nice one.” Vidette said excitedly. She handed Keeley over to Dominica and rushed off to find the playpen.
Dominika pulled Keeley across her lap and right up against her ample breasts. Before she could process that, Keeley felt Dominika pat her padded crotch.
“How’s the diaper, nice and comfortable?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Keeley said, torn between hiding her face and not mashing it into Dominika’s cleavage.
“It is huh? That’s good. You’ll be wearing them the whole time we’re here.”
“Can’t we play something else at some point?” Keeley asked.
“No way, we spent a lot of time setting this up.” Dominika said. “We’ve been talking about doing this with you for ages.”
“What? Why?” Keeley tried to squirm away from Dominika, but ended up straddling her lap instead.
“I don’t know. You’ve had more accidents than most people.” Dominika said. “And you seem less grown up I guess? I mean, Vidette and I both have careers. Or our parents set us up with a career, same difference. You’re just kind of – still partying.”
“So that means you can just push me around and put me in diapers?”
“We’re not just trying to be mean, we want to take care of you. You always get into trouble when your parents go on a big trip. If we hadn’t taken you on this trip, what would you be doing right now?”
Coke with Zach. Keeley thought, wincing at her own brutal honesty. “But that doesn’t…”
“You agreed with me.” Dominika said with a smirk. “And you love the attention. We’re going to be totally focused on you, this whole trip.”
That thought made Keeley squirm. It was way more intimate than if they’d just tied her up and made her go down on them. It was really sweet what they were doing, in a way. It was also really fucked up in another way. Still, she supposed she could humor them for a while.
Some muffled banging noises had been going on for a while in the back hallway. Vidette finally emerged, pushing a huge, brightly-colored playpen. It had to fold up a bit to squeeze down the hall, and when it expanded it dominated the living room.
“You girls are crazy.” Keeley said.
“Crazy about you, baby girl.” Dominika said. “We’ll get you a couple of blankets and some stuffies to play with while we make brunch.”
Stuffies! Keeley suddenly missed her chonky rat stuffy from her childhood. The day she started prep school her mom had declared stuffies to be for babies, and boxed them all up. Keeley had only liberated Gordo from the box once. Her mom had threatened to throw all the stuffed animals away, so in the box poor Gordo stayed.
Self-conscious due to the crinkle generated with each step, Keeley let herself be lead to the playpen and put in. The blankets they brought were super soft and the floor of the pen was nicely padded. It’d be good for a nap at least while her friends cooked.
“Alright, we got a couple of new friends for you.” Dominika said, dropping a brand new triceratops, dog, and bear into the pen.
“And here’s Gordo.” Vidette said, opening a paper bag and pulling out a scruffy, over-plump gray rat.
Keeley’s vision blurred instantly. She snatched the rat out of Vidette’s hands and crushed him to her chest. He even smelled right. Dusty, but right. “Where? How?”
“Your servants don’t care what your mom thinks when she’s not around.” Vidette said. “They were happy to find him for me. He was in some box in a storage room.”
Overwhelmed, Keeley flopped on the floor of the playpen. The rush of memories was so strong she almost put her thumb in her mouth. Luckily, she just managed to stop herself. Her friends would never have let her live that one down.
Blinking away tears, Keeley looked up at Vidette. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, cutie.” Vidette said, with a ridiculous grin.
She could be as proud of herself as she wanted, Keeley thought. Gordo was back. Not even being handed a baby bottle full of water could dampen Keeley’s mood.
“Drink it all while we’re cooking.” Dominika said. “Don’t want you getting dehydrated.”
Because you drugged me. Keeley thought, sticking her tongue out at Dominika.
Her friends waited, smirking. Finally Keeley rolled her eyes and sucked on the bottle. The rubble nipple was weird, but the water was nice and cold. She was thirstier than she’d realized. So thirsty, in fact, that she drank almost a third of the bottle while her friends watched in delight.
“What a thirsty baby!” Vidette said. “I’ll refill it for you in a bit.”
Keeley retreated under her blanket with her rat and bottle. That got more laughs but it was very cozy. It also hid her enough that her friends stopped staring and got started cooking. Alone together at last, Keeley snuggled Gordo fiercely.
Whatever brunch was going to be, it smelled good. Keeley polished off the bottle and whispered to Gordo, still hidden under the blanket. There was a lot to catch him up on. It felt weird and embarrassing to be talking to her stuffie again. She kept waiting for her friends to make fun of her for it.
At the same time, this is what they wanted. If they caught her talking to Gordo, she could say she was just playing along.
“I really missed you.” Keeley whispered to Gordo. He burped in response. Keeley barely managed to catch her giggle before it escaped.
Silly Gordo.