The Worst

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It was the only sounds the two heard for quite some time. Neither wanted to talk as they waddled their way through the school. And boy did they waddle.

Empty as the halls were, they were free to spread their legs as far as possible and try to avoid touching or rubbing up their diapers all that much, like they often did at home. It was shameful to admit that they’d gotten pretty good at toddling around these past few days, but that’s just the way their lives had been going.

Aria’s cheerleader skirt swished back and forth. Her pom poms bounced with each step. Her plastic pants and soggy diaper fondled her even with her spread gait.

The past few days gave it a run for its money, but she was pretty sure she’d never looked more ridiculous than she did in this moment.

She pressed the pom poms against her plastic pants, convinced they were doing nothing to hide her wet diaper.

In front of her, Adagio was mirroring her awkward stance, one hand in front, one behind. The bouncy pom poms would probably call more attention to them than their diapers would. At least from far away the padding could be missed, but the way they struggled to hide them could easily turn a few heads. Still, Aria would rather not take that chance.

Adagio rounded a corner. Aria was about to follow, but her fellow Siren jumped back suddenly. Knocked back, Aria tumbled to the ground and landed on her rear.

squish.

Aria’s face burned as soggy padding invaded her inner thighs.

“H-Hey!” she cried up at Adagio. “Watch it, will ya?”

“Shh!” Adagio fired back, finger over her mouth. She was hugging a wall of lockers now, almost afraid to peer around the corner again. Aria needed only a half second before her heart was in her throat.

Someone was there.

She scrambled to her feet, pom poms guarding her crotch and butt once again. Nevermind the bunched up, damp diaper still mashing into her privates, she had to hide.

SLAM!

She was against the lockers. Made too much noise, though. Adagio glared daggers at her for it, but the way Aria’s heart was thumping, she couldn’t really care.

“Shh!” Adagio hissed again.

“Who is it?” Aria asked.

Adagio’s mouth tightened, probably hadn’t been able to get a good look before hiding. She peeked around the corner. “Janitor.”

Aria tapped her foot. “Cleaning?”

Another look. “Yeah.”

Crap. That hallway was were the detention room was located. If they couldn’t get down there, then…

Aria shifted both pom poms to guard her front, now that her back was too the lockers. They may be hiding here for a while.

Except they were just too… exposed here. Big empty hall, who knows how many other janitors wandering around, and plenty of other ways for this to go wrong. What was Adagio thinking, assuming they could just waltz in here dressed like cheerleaders? It was like she was trying to get them humiliated.

Or just me…

Anger suddenly welled up inside Aria at the realization. Of course! So that was Adagio’s plan. Get her stuck in a compromising position and just bolt. Leave her to be found out by the custodians, spanked by the VP again, and probably force her to walk home in her exposed, wet diaper while wearing this stupid outfit.

How could she not see it earlier? Not letting her tear up the plastic pants. Hunting for a key she probably didn’t even intend to find. This whole thing had been a set up!

Her fist clenched, and she drilled the back of Adagio’s head while the girl looked over the corner again. So much for their truce after all! It really must’ve been a way to mollify Aria long enough for Adagio to deal the final blow.

Well it wasn’t going down like that. Not this time.

Adagio reached back and grabbed Aria’s wrist. “Come on, I have an idea.”

Aria yanked her wrist back. “No.”

Adagio froze like she was on a sheet of ice. Her glare pulled her head back around so it could bore into Aria. “What?”

“I said no.” Her voice cracked. Aria didn’t realize standing her ground was going to be so difficult.

“And I said I have an idea, so come on.” It wasn’t a request.

“I’m not going out there looking like this!” Aria said. It was an excuse that should work. She couldn’t have Adagio figuring out that she knew what was really going on here. “You’re at least dry, so if you like your idea so much just do it yourself!”

There, that would get her. No way Adagio would actually—

“Ugh! Fine.” She finally let go of Aria’s wrist. “Don’t be such a baby about it.”

Aria blinked. Any insult she could snap back with caught in her throat. Adagio was… actually going to do this?

Peeling herself from the lockers, Adagio slapped the pom poms back into place and waddled out from around the corner.

She’s actually going to do this. A twinge of guilt hit Aria as she watched her fellow Siren expose herself. Apparently she actually did have an idea to get rid of the janitor after all. But that guilt didn’t last, knowing she was still planning to humiliate Aria in some way while they were here. Maybe she just wanted a bigger audience is all.

“Hey, like, one of the girls threw up in the locker room and it’s super grody. Can you, like, take care of that?”

Aria was completely caught off guard by that. She peeked around the corner and into the hall, watching Adagio as she struggled to act like an airheaded cheerleader. It wouldn’t have fooled most people, but a tired janitor who was already a little out of it? Yeah, that was just enough.

He sighed, and muttered something, Adagio pointing him off. She even made sure he went the opposite direction so there was no chance he would see Aria.

She watched him push his little mopping cart away, waiting until he was long out of sight to turn around at the pair of prying eyes on the other end. “You owe me. Big time.” Adagio gestured for her to come out.

Aria clenched her jaw. So now Adagio considered her in her debt? That wasn’t exactly preferable to being exposed in front of some random janitor. Maybe she’d made a mistake.

Either way, Aria scampered to join Adagio in front of the detention room. They had great timing, the janitor only having just unlocked it to clean. A well placed foot on Adagio’s end had kept the door open just for them.

“Come on,” Adagio said, waving her in as she kept watch.

They were both in in an instant, slamming the door behind them. The unlit room was just how they’d left it not a few hours earlier, and there was still enough light leaking through the windows to see. Throwing down their pom poms, both girls relaxed a little for the first time since they entered the building, but Adagio more than Aria.

She still had a feeling her fellow Siren was plotting something just to ruin her. Maybe she was going to hide the key to the plastic pants if she found them first. Or lock her in this room all night and leave her at VP Luna’s mercy come morning. No matter what, though, Aria wouldn’t let it happen.

She thought back to her tussle with Sonata just a few hours prior. Where her hand was when she dropped the key, what direction it could have gone. Already she had a good idea of where it was. But Adagio didn’t need to know that.

“Check under here,” Aria said, smacking the top of the classroom’s teacher’s desk. She was already moving away before Adagio could respond, but thankfully she just groaned and didn’t complain.

Soon both were on their hands and knees, one peering under desks and the other making her way to the back wall.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, Aria couldn’t deny that crawling was a lot easier to do in her diaper than walking around was. Though it still chased her around with crinkles and squishes, the soggy padding wasn’t riding up against her crotch this way.

It took only a few seconds for Aria to find it. The key had slid all the way across the floor until it kissed the brick of the wall, and there it had waited until now, when Aria finally wrapped her fingers around it.

Yes! It took everything in her power not to cheer. Instead, she closed her fist around the small key and slowly stood up.

Looking back, she saw Adagio still bent over, back turned and arms scanning beneath the desk. Her cheerleader skit had flopped back, forfeiting what little cover it had given her massive, crinkly diaper. Like a full moon, the white material shined obviously in the low light. Still clean, that lucky jerk.

Aria had long grown fed up with the squishy padding between her legs, but even with the key in hand she still wouldn’t be able to get changed until they got home. Not with Sonata and all the supplies left behind. She grimaced. That had definitely been the right choice, but it was hard to be patient with urine-soaked padding was constantly fondling her.

“You find it yet?” Came the voice from behind Adagio’s padded rump.

“No!” Aria lied, turning to the window. “Keep looking!”

Now was her chance. She wasn’t going to get caught up in whatever it was Adagio had planned for her.

Two tiny clicks, barely audible, unlocked the window. The perfect escape from this school as far as Aria was concerned. No chance to run into anymore people, and it easily allowed her to ditch Adagio.

Slowly and carefully, she pulled the window up. The noise was minimal, but the room was silent. Aria froze, knowing Adagio would hear her if she wasn’t careful.

Come on, think. She racked her brain. What can I do that will make enough noise to cover this, but not draw her attention?

She shifted the weight on her hips as she thought, diaper squishing.

Wait a minute…

Oh… oh no…

She knew what she had to do. But she wasn’t going to like it.

One hand on the window, Aria kept it still while her other reached for the waist of her plastic pants. She got a firm grip on them, pausing for just a moment to breathe before she started.

This wasn’t going to be pretty, but surely it was better than whatever Adagio had planned for her.

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Aria cringed, but kept jostling her diaper every which way. It was disgusting, the wet padding slapping against her butt, her privates… everywhere! She couldn’t stop her face from growing redder and redder. But this had to be done.

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She pushed the window up, now unburdened by the noise it made. It was difficult to do with just one hand, but after a while she was gaining inches. Then…

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The window hit a snag. Try as Aria might, she couldn’t push it up any further.

No no no! Her hand left her diaper. She did not spend all that time squishing it just to be denied! She glanced back to Adagio.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s under here.” She was starting to stand up. This was bad.

Aria made a snap judgement. The window looked open enough after all. She could fit in a pinch. And this was definitely a pinch.

Her clenched fist dug the teeth of the key into her skin. At least she still had that on her. Aria bent down and shoved her head through the slot of open window. She was getting out of here. Now!

One arm. Two. Her chest. Her gut, sucked in. Now her hips…

Uh oh.

Her legs pushed off the ground to give her a boost, but it was too little too late.

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Her hips were caught between the window sill and the ledge. Her front half dangling outside, her back half kicking violently inside. That darn cheerleader skirt had flown up on her, exposing her wet pampers and crinkly protection pants just to make this moment even better.

“Ergh!” Aria pushed against the window, trying to free herself. But at this angle, there was no going out or coming back in. “Err! Gah!”

“What are you doing?”

Aria’s blood suddenly ran cold. Looking back, she saw Adagio standing at the window, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

Her whole stomach flopped. And while it was busy doing that, Aria just hung there slack-jawed. By the time it finished flopping, way too much time had passed for this to not be awkward.

As if it never was, she thought bitterly. Then she shook her head. No, this wasn’t her fault. She was just trying to get away from whatever awful thing Adagio had cooked up for her.

“I’m going home!” Aria declared, kicking her legs to try and propel herself free.

“Out the window?” Adagio said slowly.

“Y-Yeah!” Why couldn’t her face just stop being red?

“What about the key?” Adagio asked.

Aria held it up, guiltily.

“Uh-huh…” Adagio just observed the whole picture in front of her. She smirked.

“Shut up!” Aria screamed, not caring who might hear her. “Just shut up!”

Adagio almost flinched, but caught herself. “Geeze, calm down.”

“I won’t!” Aria shouted. “Because I know you were going to do something to me tonight and go back on our truce!”

“Do something to you,” Adagio repeated. “You mean like, help you find the key so you can get a diaper change?”

“You know what I mean!” Aria snapped. “Making me keep these stupid pants on, forcing me to dress up like a cheerleader so you can humiliate me somehow. You were going to do something!”

“Oh my seas, are you serious right now?” Annoyance laced Adagio’s voice. “I wasn’t going to do anything you idiot.”

“Yeah?” Of course she’d deny it. “Prove it then.”

Adagio slammed her hand on the window. Aria flinched. Her fellow Siren sighed, and gestured to herself. “I’m here, aren’t I? I came all the way back to school to help you, didn’t I? I risked exposing myself in front of that janitor for you, didn’t I? I dressed up like a cheerleader too, because I thought it would help you. And now I’m here, searching for a key you’ve apparently already found, when any minute someone could walk through that door and get us both a trip over VP Luna’s knee. Why would I go through all of that to try and humiliate you?”

“Because…” Aria’s voice caught in her throat. “Because… you weren’t going to…” she realized.

“Uh, no duh.” Adagio groaned her head into her hand. “We have a truce, don’t we? Did you think I’d want one just to hurt you?”

“It seems like the kind of thing you’d do,” Aria pointed out.

“Well…” Adagio couldn’t rightly deny that. “Not in the situation we’re in, at least. As long as we’re stuck in… diapers…” she shuddered. “We’ve got to look out for each other. That’s why I’m here, you big moron.”

Aria looked away to the grass. She’d have crossed her arms, but at this angle it would be too awkward.

“Then why am I still wearing these things?” Aria grumbled.

“What?”

“Why am I still in these stupid plastic pants?” She wiggles her butt so they’d crinkle in Adagio’s face. “If everything’s supposed to be good between us then why won’t you let me take them off?”

“Because,” Adagio voice bit through the glass. “If you take off your diapers again and have an accident in public, you could expose all of us! And I don’t know about you, but life in this dimension is already miserable enough. We don’t need the whole school, or the whole town, or the whole world knowing about our little secret, alright?”

“I know that,” Aria pouted. “I wasn’t going to be stupid about it. I just…”

“Just what?”

Aria’s lips twitched. “I just want to feel normal again.”

Adagio closed her mouth. She looked down, to the right, up to the ceiling. Anywhere else.

“Me too.”

Aria wiped a tear she didn’t even realize had climbed down her face. She looked back up through the window at Adagio. For the first time in a long time, she felt some camaraderie with her fellow Siren.

“When we get home,” Adagio said. “You can take those things off for good.”

Aria actually sniffled. What the heck was wrong with her, anyway? “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Adagio put both hands under the window. “We have to get home without being seen first.”

She put all her strength against the window, the frame shuddering but refusing to budge.

“It’s jammed,” Aria explained.

“Obviously,” Adagio gasped, releasing her grip.

“Just try to push me through,” Aria said. “I’m almost out.”

“Okay.” Hands on Aria’s legs, Adagio tried to push her forward.

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“H-Hey!” Aria cried as her diaper smacked against the window sill.

“I can’t get a good grip!” Adagio complained, her fingers sliding to easily along Aria’s calves. Eventually she gave up on that. “Alright, forget it. Brace yourself.”

“Brace for whaAAAAAATTTT?!” Aria couldn’t even complete the thought, before Adagio shoved her hands right into her plastic pants.

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“NO!” Aria’s voice went up an octave. She didn’t even know she could still do that. Kicking her legs, she tried to push Adagio away. “Stop it!”

“Almost got it,” Adagio grumbled. Clearly she wasn’t exactly happy as her hands dug into Aria’s padded rear. Which was a shame, considering it wasn’t helping at all.

“Just, try something else!” Aria squeaked. Her face was red. Everything… everything felt so hot… The way the wet padding pushed into her… into her… And Adagio was the one…

squish squish

Gurgle

Oh no. “Adagio, I’m gonna—”

Too late. She got the warning too late, like always.

Aria filled her diaper with little fanfare. There were no loud farts or anymore stomach gurgling, just gross, messy mush pouring out of her, into her padding. Her padding that Adagio was already squishing around.

The mess hit its padded wall sooner than it should have, squishing, squelching, and squirming to move away, even as more came. The warm logs became warm goo, spreading out and coating her entire undercarriage.

“No no no no no NO!” Aria couldn’t stop it, she didn’t know how. So it all came out. She grabbed her ponytails and used them to cover her glowing face.

With no tell-tale sounds, and a pair of plastic pants to obscure the feeling, Adagio didn’t discover Aria was pooping herself until it hit her nose.

“Eeew!” Adagio ripped her hands away from Aria’s butt and covered her nose. And then, realizing where her hands hand been, shot them out as far from her face as possible.

“I couldn’t stop it!” Aria cried into her hair, the mudslide still flowing.

“That’s… urggh!” Adagio’s nose wrinkled, the rest of her face not far behind. “I am not pushing you anymore.”

“What?!” Aria poked out from her hair curtains of shame. “Then how am I supposed to get out?”

Adagio was mid-gag and couldn’t respond. She turned away from the stink. “I’ll pull you out. Give me a second and I’ll be outside.”

“I—” As ashamed as she was, Aria didn’t want Adagio to leave. She didn’t want to be alone while she was so… vulnerable.

“Relax, I’m not going to leave you,” Adagio said, the stink finally so bad she had to pinch her nose again. “But I… ugh… I gotta get away from this smell.”

Aria’s head drooped, red as a tomato. She heard Adagio leave the room but didn’t look up. She didn’t even have the energy to get mad again; this was just awful.

Her diaper swelled and sagged as the mushy presence grew. It hit the walls of her plastic prison before too long before eventually stopping. It settled against her bare bottom, keeping her sore rear warm.

Aria managed a half-hearted squirm for freedom, before giving up entirely. She was forced to wait, every second an eternity. Before even a minute had gone by, Aria had convinced herself Adagio had just abandoned her. It would make sense. That whole heart-to-heart moment they had probably went out the window the moment she took a dump in Adagio’s palms.

Stink wafted from the open window, keeping her company while she hung limply. Her face never managed to get back to its proper color.

Finally, she heard short, sharp crinkles.

Adagio appeared before her, dropping four pom poms on the ground to get her to look up.

“Alright, let’s do this.” She took hold of Aria’s arms, and pulled. It was a slow going process, Aria inching under the window crack.

Her diaper was smushed as it went through, sending shockwaves of disgust through her as mush flooded unclaimed parts of her padding. And then finally, she popped out.

“Ah!” She tumbled into Adagio, both girls falling to the ground.

They took a moment to recover, Aria quickly rolling off of Adagio. Her diaper squished against the ground and she cringed. “Eew.”

“At least we finally got you out of there,” Adagio said, standing up. Her diaper bulged from under her skirt. She was still dressed as a cheerleader!

“You didn’t get our clothes?” Aria asked.

“I stopped by, but the cheerleaders were all raising hell about some missing uniforms,” Adagio explained. She tossed two pom poms onto Aria’s lap. “Relax, we’ll get them tomorrow.”

Her sagging, brown diaper bulged from under the short cheer skirt. “I have to walk home like this?” she whined.

She had to walk home like that.

Or waddle, rather.

Her already massive diaper had swelled to new heights now that it was wet and messy. It was Aria’s first time experiencing both at once, and it seemed the universe was intent she savor it.

Her pom poms struggled to guard every things as the two toddled through the streets. The houses of their neighborhood were all dark; hopefully that meant no one saw them.

Aria’s face had gone from red to pink. She didn’t look Adagio in the eye the whole walk home. It was just too awkward. So her diaper helpfully filled the silence with a never ending supply of squishy noises. Every step made her cringe harder.

“Finally,” came Adagio’s voice. Aria looked up and saw their home coming up on them. Somehow, they’d made it with their dignity in tact.

Aria’s diaper squished.

Well, at least Adagio had.

They climbed the steps to their door, both exhausted. Thankfully they didn’t even have to open the door, as Sonata burst out from the other side.

“There you are!” she said excitedly. She proudly displayed a small, familiar key for the two of them. “Lookie! I found a spare while you were out!”

…

“Hey, why are you girls dressed like that? Oooh! Did you join the cheerleading squad? Lucky!”

…

“W-Why do you look so angry?”