Today you had to do a group project with your two classmates Damien and Tristain. You were not on the best of terms with them, as they always bullied you in school. Turns out both would love to humiliate you by making you pee yourself and then diaper you as punishment... and this project will give them a perfect chance to.
Includes: forced pee, babying, degradation (not sure about this one), forced to drink out of a baby bottle, diaper punishment, non-public humiliation
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You squirmed slightly in your seat, needing to pee. Today you were at one of your classmates house to work on a group project with your classmates Tristain and Damien. For some reason today they were being oddly nice to you, even giving you nice drinks for you to enjoy while typing out your project. It was weird since they constantly bullied and teased you. "Here, (y/n), you must be thirsty, have my drink." You weren't thirsty but it was your favorite, you couldn't refuse. "Really? Thank you."
You take a sip, one after another. And soon it makes your bladder worse. You squirm even more, and both boys take notice. Tristain smirks as you stand, stating you're going to the bathroom. He grabs onto your hips, "(y/n), where are you going? We didn't give you permission to go to the bathroom, did we?" "H-huh? I don't need your permission! Let me go!!" You try to wriggle out of his grip, sweating as his fingers start to get closer to your bladder and begin to push down. The two snicker, and Damien grabs something out of his backpack, he waved it in front of you. "What is this, dear?" "A-a diaper...?" He nods smugly, "Mhm.. and you know what happens when babies have an accident, right?" "What..?" "They get diapered", Tristain chimes in, pressing even harder down on you bladder. You wince, you bladder ached from how much it was holding and how much pressure was being forced down on it.
"Which is what is exactly is going to happen to you! You're going to become our cute little baby who needs to be put in diapers because they can't hold it and constantly has accidents." "What?! I- I never consented to this! And I know how to go to the bathroom just fine, that's where I'm trying to go right now so let me go!!" They both laugh loudly as you start to struggle. "Awwww! Baby's getting fussy aren't they? Maybe it's time to give them their bottle."
Damien leaves the room, presumably to go get you "your" bottle, leaving you and Tristain. You start to panic when a few drops of pee manage to squeeze out, even with how tight you're squeezing your thighs together. The new damp spots on your underwear do not help you and trying to hold it all in. You start to wonder if you'll be able to hold long enough for them to get bored and leave you alone, letting you to relieve yourself in a less humiliating manner.
But you had a feeling that you won't be getting out of here without a diaper forced onto you...
Damien had now returned, this time with a baby bottle filled with milk. He smirked as Tristain forced you onto the bed. Because of his rough actions you could feel you pee slosh around inside of you, and a squirt forced itself out into your underwear. "Alright baby, time for your bottle! Open wide!" You shook your head no, wanting to very audibly make a protest but you knew the minute you opened your mouth that the bottle was going to be forced inside. Damien let out a playful chuckle and turned to Tristain, "Awww! I guess they still think they have a choice in the matter! Force open their mouth, will you?"
And Tristain did just that, using his large hand to open your mouth by squeezing either side of your face. Damien then placed the bottle in your mouth. "I bet baby's sooo thirsty! C'mon, drink up!" You, again, furiously shook your head no. Currently you were sweating profusely, now on the verge of bursting and pissing yourself in front of two two cute boys who were going to diaper and baby you if you did. You wondered how this situation could get even worse, but you had a feeling that it would.
In respond to your refusal, Damien squeezed the bottle slightly to force out some milk. You were forced to swallow, not wanting to choke. This was a continuous cycle, and soon the whole bottle was finished.
He finally took the bottle out of your mouth, happy. "Baby enjoy their bottle?", he asked mockingly. You couldn't answer. If you made any movement at all, you knew you were going to wet your pants. Tears pricked your eyes as you felt them both reach out and place a hand in the area of your bladder.
They teasingly rubbed your bladder, oh so slowly, but their pressure the were putting down gradually grew. Tristain rubbed his thumb around in a circular motion right just on top of your sore bladder, and then very suddenly pushed down, hard. You gasped and your body jolted.
You had finally burst.
You let out a little whimper, feeling the pee burst out of you. With a 'hissss' it coated your legs and soaked your pants. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, the tears that were in the corner of your eyes finally dripped down your face. You had so much in your bladder that a puddle was forming on the bed that dripped down onto the floor, making another smaller puddle. The two boys had started to laugh, watching you cry and pee yourself.
Truly, you were a little baby.
By the time the last stream of pee had ended your dignity had effectively been stripped away from you. You peed for awhile, and the whole time you were teased and cooed at. There wasn't even a dark spot on your pants anymore, because all of your pants had absorbed some of the liquid. A large wet spot on the sheets was around you, a puddle of piss now collected on the floor.
You knew what was coming next, you were going to be diapered. "Awww! Wittle baby had an awccidwent in their big kid pants did they?", Tristain had started to baby talk you while he pulled down your zipper. Damien pulled open the diaper as Tristain took off your wet pants and then your absolutely soaked underwear. He then held up your legs so Damien could slide the diaper under you.
He wrapped the tabs around your waist, securing the diaper onto you. The whole time you were crying and whimpering, feeling completely helpless and embarrassed.
"There you go! Baby's now changed into their diaper. This time there won't be an accident." You hated to admit it but you had the horrific realization that you liked the feeling of the diaper all soft and snug around your waist. It was so thick you couldn't close your legs anymore. It made a soft crinkling noise as you moved you hands to frantically take is off. Though before you could both of your wrists were grabbed by Damien, "What do you think you're doing? Do you really think you can just take it off? No, no, darling, you keep that on until you fill it completely, and then one of us will change you into a new one. You don't have a choice in the matter, you're going to be diapered whether you like it or not." "Wha-? You can't just do that! You can't force me to wear diapers permanently! That's not your choice to make!"
A sound of a camera flash sounded, and you turned to see Tristains phone pointed right at you, taking a picture of you sitting in your own urine and now diapered because you had an accident. "Hm? Oh I think we can do that, or do you want the whole school to see this picture of you? Because if you do then I'll gladly show it."
Your heart sank as at that moment you knew that you were going to be diapered and teased for the indefinite future, that, or to be bullied because of blackmail.
