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The Bedwetters' Dorm: Teeny Trina
🕑 Added 2023-06-22 12:00:02 +0000 UTCA new one-off from this series, commissioned by Invada.
Trina groaned in frustration, pushing herself up onto her tiptoes one more time, hand stretching up as high as it would go, which still reached nowhere close to the shelf where the clean towels were. She pouted, stomping her foot, turning her neck to glance down the hall, the sight of Miss Lydia's door - or, more accurately, the idea of having to go visit her - making her clammy, squishy diaper warm again for a moment.
"What's wrong, Teen... Trina?"
Trina turned to see one of the other girls from her dorm, Melinda, coming from the other end of the hall, doing her best to pretend she hadn't almost used the nickname Trina knew everyone had for her, even if they didn't do it to her face.
It wasn't even that bad, really; if nothing else, it was certainly accurate. Teeny Trina... She was the smallest girl in the bedwetters' dorm, by far. Not the youngest, annoyingly, or else it wouldn't have stung as much, but definitely the shortest, the flattest, the one who most looked like she belonged here.
And, honestly, the one who, as far as she knew, most deserved a room in the dorm. She hadn't had a single dry morning in a very long time, and the majority of the time, she woke up absolutely soaked. Things weren't much better during the day, either... She didn't even have a pair of big girl panties in her room anymore, Miss Lydia having confiscated them long ago, replacing them with Pull-Ups after giving up on training her long ago.
"I need a new towel," Trina pointed to the stack of them.
"Oh!" Melinda chuckled, easily reaching over Trina's head, snagging a towel, handing it down to her. "There you go!"
Trina blushed, seeing how simple it had been for the other girl when she'd failed so utterly at it herself. "Th-Thanks..."
"No problem!" Melinda smiled, pausing for a second before asking, "You are going to get a change now, right?"
"In a bit," Trina replied uncertainly. "I know I'm a little wet, but..." She glanced down at herself, at the PJ top and diaper she was wearing. She did have a pair of pajama pants that went with the top, though it wasn't uncommon for her to kick those off in the night while she was asleep, and then not bother trying to fish them out of the tangle of her covers before going out to start getting ready for the day.
After all, by now, pretty much everybody else in the dorm had seen her diapers anyway, knew that she was tiny enough that she still fit into baby diapers... And that Miss Lydia made her wear them, since they were a better fit for her body than the adult diapers the other girls wore. The infantile designs on them were just one more reason for Trina to feel like the true baby of the dorm.
The fact that she was so used to being soggy that she could never accurately judge when she needed a change was another. Her cheeks warmed further as she squeezed her thighs together, realizing how drenched her padding was only because one of the other girls had pointed it out, for far from the first time.
"Come on," Melinda told her gently, taking her by the hand, leading her down the hall to Miss Lydia's room. "Uh-oh, looks like she's busy... Do you want me to wait with you?" Trina nodded her head and Melinda sat in the chair beside Miss Lydia's door, Trina clambering up into her lap without thinking about it, leaning against her chest, and, after the girl began to stroke her hair soothingly, found her thumb slowly making its way into her mouth.
She was so comfortable, she'd almost fallen asleep by the time Miss Lydia's door opened, and a blushing girl came shuffling out. The woman peered down at her, shaking her head. "Really, Trina?"
Trina scrambled off of Melinda's lap, though, if anything, she felt even smaller standing on her own two feet, staring up at Miss Lydia. "S-Sorry, ma'am," she said quietly.
"Don't apologize to me," Miss Lydia sniffed. "You didn't pee on me."
Trina frowned, looking back at Melinda, horrified to see a wet spot on the lap of her skirt, right where Trina had been sitting. "I'm so sorry!" she squealed. "I-I didn't..!"
"It's okay, Trina," Melinda cooed at her, using the same tone most of the girls did, the same one Trina knew they used on their younger siblings, or babysitting clients, back home. "I know you didn't mean to. I can just go change."
"The school really ought to start charging your parents for all the extra laundry you make it do," Miss Lydia chastised Trina.
"Th-They aren't, are they?!" Trina gasped, not recognizing that the woman was teasing her until she saw both Melinda and Miss Lydia chuckling at her gullibility.
She didn't find it particularly funny, however. What would her parents think, if they found out about all this? They knew she'd wet the bed now and then at home, of course, but it hadn't been nearly as bad there. And, as an only child, she didn't spend all her time surrounded by bigger girls, ones who seemed so much more mature than her even when they were younger, who so easily and casually treated her like the toddler they made her feel like, a baby sister who belonged in Pull-Ups and Pampers...
If her parents knew that about her, if they found out she hadn't worn big girl panties in month, that she had to change her uniform at least once almost every single day because she'd leaked through her trainers, and that, before Miss Lydia had found the right number of booster pads to add to her diapers every night, she'd had to do the same with her sheets a couple times a week as well... She didn't know how they'd react, but she was positive she wouldn't like it.
It was unfortunate, then, that her grades had been slipping so much lately. They'd never been amazing, which was why she'd been sent to this school in the first place, after she'd been kicked off the cheerleading squad because of them, despite being the best flyer thanks to her small size, and right before she lost her scholarships altogether thanks to how bad they'd gotten. And now they were starting to be even worse here, somehow, and Miss Lydia had warned her she was very close to being sent back home.
So, when Miss Lydia got out another diaper for her, instead of a Pull-Up, she didn't dare raise a fuss. She did quickly remind her, "I-It is the morning, you know," just in case she'd lost track of time.
"Yes, I'm aware," Miss Lydia replied, sliding the diaper under Trina's bottom, piling in the same number of boosters Trina had to wear at night into the padding before starting to fasten it into place. "I think you've made it very obvious that you aren't ready even for training panties. There have been far, far too many leaks from you, young lady, and I've taken it easy on you for too long. From now on, you are only allowed to wear diapers. Is that understood?"
Trina felt tears springing to her eyes, her hands curling into fists, though she wasn't sure if she was more angry at Miss Lydia for saying it, or herself for letting things get this bad. Either way, she knew she couldn't do anything about it, or protest it too hard, not when she was already on the verge of getting kicked out of school.
"Y-Yes, ma'am," she said meekly. "I-I understand..."
"Good girl," Miss Lydia nodded, sealing the diaper's final tape. "And, since you are in diapers full time, you are now banned from the bathrooms."
Trina gasped and sat up. "Wh-What?!"
"I don't trust you to be able to get your diapers on and off properly on your own," Miss Lydia informed you. "You were barely able to do it with your Pull-Ups. So I don't want you to even try."
"B-But..." Trina's legs swung anxiously as she stared up at the woman. "C-Can I at least come to you to help, wh-when I need to...?" Her cheeks burned bright red, unable to even say the word.
"No, Trina," Miss Lydia told her, slowly and loudly and condescendingly, like she was talking to an actual child. "It is a bathroom ban. From now on, the only thing you'll be doing in there is taking showers and brushing your teeth... And I'm starting to think you might need supervision while you do those."
"N-No, ma'am," Trina shook her head quickly, a pit forming in her stomach at the realization that there was nothing she could do about it, not without running the risk of making things worse. "S-Sorry, ma'am..."
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She didn't sleep well that night, waking up well before her alarm. She rolled over, staring out her window listlessly, quietly sliding a hand beneath her covers curiously, giving her diaper a poke, nose wrinkling as she felt how incredibly squishy it was, how she had, yet again, completely soaked it.
She turned in the other direction, looking past her roommate, and best friend here, Sienna, still fast asleep, to her dresser, seeing, in her mind's eye, the underwear drawer as it was now, stocked entirely with Pampers and booster pads. She wasn't even sure why Miss Lydia had made her do it... Hadn't it been bad enough, making her carry all the Pull-Ups down to Miss Lydia's room to get rid of them? That, in and of itself, had been worse than doing the same with her panties, so long ago... Why add insult to injury? It wasn't like she was allowed to change herself... Was Miss Lydia going to start changing her in her room now, at least when she needed it? Was she going to let Sienna do it? Or was a simply a mind game, a reminder of how far Trina had fallen?
And it was far... It hadn't dawned on her until just now, lying there, diaper drenched, as it was every morning, and had been for most of the day today. She hadn't noticed when she wet herself during the day for a while now, so she supposed the daytime diapers were fair, no matter how embarrassing they were. The bathroom ban, on the other hand... She whimpered, feeling the rumbling in her tummy. She'd done a decent job of hiding her accidents from most people outside of the bedwetters' dorm, despite all her leaks, but once she had a messy one, that was going to be much harder.
It had been nice, in a way, at first, being in this dorm, knowing that she was surrounded by other people who knew what it was like, who understood, having a space where she didn't have to keep it a secret. She didn't even really mind being the baby of the dorm most of the time, though it was kind of humiliating when girls younger than her did it.
But now... Now she was Pampered all the time, not even permitted to try to make it to the potty on time. She was at the bottom of every single one of her classes, a hair's breath away from flunking out and being sent back to her parents so that they could see how their little college cheerleader had been transformed into a pants-wetting toddler, a potty training dropout who couldn't be trusted in Pull-Ups, much less panties.
She wasn't just the dorm baby... She was a baby, full stop. And, while she'd managed to avoid it yesterday, but soon enough, she was going to mess her diaper, and everyone would know. She might as well accept it, she resigned herself. She was a baby, and babies cried when they were wet... And she was very wet...
It didn't matter that Sienna also wore diapers, that the bulge of them was obvious beneath her pajama pants when she got out of bed to check on her... Hers at least were adult diapers, and she got to take them off during the day. She was certainly less of a baby than Trina.
"Are you okay?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
"No!" Trina sniffled, feeling bad about waking up her friend, yet too upset to apologize, or do anything about it.
Sienna untucked Trina's covers, helping her out of bed, taking her over to her desk chair and sitting down, pulling the smaller girl into her lap. "What's going on?" she cooed. "You can tell me, Trina..."
"I don't wanna go to class tomorrow," Trina pouted. "I-I'm gonna go in my diaper, and everyone's gonna know, a-and...!" She shook her head. "B-But I have to, or I'll fail automatically, and then I'll get sent home, and Mommy and Daddy will see what a stupid baby I am!"
"You're not stupid," Sienna told her sternly, though Trina noted she did not dispute the baby part. "Nobody will notice if you have an accident in your diapers, sweetie... They never have before..."
"I-I've never gone messy in them before," Trina nibbled her bottom lip. "Never ever... B-But Miss Lydia isn't going to let me use the potty anymore, so... I-I don't know what to do!"
"Ohhh," Sienna nodded sagely. "I see..." She was silent for a moment or two, pondering the issue. "Well, you could just go in the morning," she said finally. "If you do it then, you won't have to worry about it the rest of the day!"
Trina could hardly believe she hadn't thought of that herself... But she was just a baby, wasn't she? She'd never felt more like it than she did right now, cuddling on her friend's lap... Even though she hadn't done it before, it was almost second nature to wiggle in place, thumb making its way into her mouth as she began to push, her Pampers slowly filling with a load of soft, squishy mush, cheeks burning as it hit her that she was going to be doing this every day from now on, that this was the only way she would be going poopy until her bathroom ban was lifted... If it ever was. She made a token effort to stop it, however, by then, it was not only pointless, it was impossible to stop the flow partway through.
"Good girl," Sienna giggled, bouncing her slightly in her lap. "I didn't mean right now, though... It's only five, silly. We're supposed to stay in bed until seven, remember?"
"O-Oh," Trina sucked her thumb with a blush. "B-But..."
"It's not my rule," Sienna shrugged. "But we probably better get back to bed before Miss Lydia hears us talking. Are you feeling better now?"
"Y-Yeah," Trina admitted, as Sienna set her down on the floor. "B-But..." She poked at the now swollen seat of her diaper.
"That's good," Sienna smiled, leading her back over to her bed. Trina pouted and whined, though, ultimately, she knew it wasn't her friend's fault, that there was nothing she could do about it. Reluctantly, she climbed into bed, letting herself be tucked back in, thumb firmly in place between her lips as she wiggled in the icky diaper she was going to have to spend the next two hours in, knowing that, whether she spent the whole time tossing and turning, or if she managed to drift off and woke up to find herself not only soaked but messy, by the time she officially woke up for the day, her position as the school baby, as Teeny Trina, would be permanently sealed in her mind, that there was no turning back from this... If that had ever even been an option in the first place.
