Chapter 28 — Sweet revenge

Quinn squirmed helplessly against the restraints for a few minutes, her face contorted in discomfort as the thick layers of diapers bulged awkwardly beneath her. Elara stood by, grinning with wicked satisfaction at every twitch and grimace. Finally, she reached over and undid the Velcro straps, freeing Quinn’s wrists and ankles. “Come on, let’s go get breakfast,” she said casually, as if nothing unusual was happening.

“What?!” Quinn’s voice shot up in disbelief, her hand instinctively fluttering to her tummy as a cramp hit. “No, not like this. You can’t—”

“I can and I will,” Elara grabbed her hand with a firm tug. “Babies don’t decide when and where they go, and neither will you. Now, let’s go.” She pulled Quinn off the changing table, not giving her a chance to argue further.

Quinn let out a surprised chirp, her cheeks burning crimson as she was forced to waddle behind Elara, the triple-layered diapers making every step an embarrassing ordeal. “You realize I’m gonna get you back for this, right?” she muttered through gritted teeth, grimacing.

Elara just grinned over her shoulder, unfazed. “I’m just paying you back for what you did to me.”

They made their way out of the dorm and into the bustling dining hall, Quinn’s awkward gait drawing a few curious glances as they took their seats at a table near the corner. She sat down gingerly, blushing madly as she squirmed in place, trying to ease the growing discomfort. The rest of the students filed in around them, chattering, oblivious to the predicament unfolding.

“Fuck, this is humiliating,” Quinn hissed under her breath, shifting again. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening. “I can’t believe you’re making me sit here like this.”

“Stop whining,” Elara replied with a smirk, sliding a tray of cut-up pancakes and juice in front of her as they were served. “Eat up. You’re gonna need your energy for later. Besides, no one knows what’s going on under all that padding… yet.”

“Yet?!” Quinn’s eyes widened, voice dropping to a frantic whisper. “Don’t you fucking dare say anything to anyone.”

“Oh, relax,” Elara teased, taking a bite of her own food while watching Quinn fidget. “I won’t tell… unless you keep sassing me. Then I might just have to let it slip how much of a ‘good girl’ you’ve been this morning.”

Quinn groaned, burying her face in her hands for a moment before picking up a square of pancake with shaky fingers. “You’re the worst,” she mumbled, barely touching her food as another wave hit, making her tense visibly.

“Aw, poor thing,” Elara cooed mockingly, leaning closer across the table. “Feels like it’s getting harder to hold on, huh? Don’t fight it too much—I wanna see that cute little face when you finally give in right here.”

“Shut up,” Quinn snapped quietly, though her voice trembled as she clenched tighter, thighs pressing together under the table.

Elara just chuckled, sipping her juice bottle without a care. “Tick-tock. Let’s see how long you last before breakfast gets real interesting.” She leaned back in her chair, eyes glinting with amusement as she watched every strained expression play out on Quinn’s flushed face.

Elara took slow bites of her pancakes, her eyes locked on Quinn. She could see every twitch, every subtle shift in expression as discomfort built, and then, it happened.

The girl’s face flushed a deep, burning red, brighter than a ripe tomato. Elara watched with barely contained glee as she lifted her bum slightly off the chair, her body tensing. The twisted grimace on her face told the whole story—she was filling her diaper right there in the middle of the dining hall.

“Aw, there we go,” Elara said with a wide grin, setting her juice down. “Such a good girl for me. Couldn’t hold it in any longer, huh?”

The girl’s eyes darted around nervously, clearly mortified as she hovered awkwardly above the seat, trying to minimize the mess pressing against her skin. Her hands gripped the table edge tighter, knuckles white. “This is fucking awful,” she muttered under her breath, voice trembling with humiliation.

Elara leaned forward, her tone sweet but firm. “Sit back down on your bottom now. Be good.”

“No way,” she hissed back instantly, shaking her head as she stayed half-lifted off the chair. “I’m not sitting in this. It’s bad enough already.”

“Babies sit, no matter what state their diapers are in,” Elara replied calmly, tilting her head with a smirk. “If you need help sitting, I’m more than happy to come over there and make sure you do. Don’t test me.”

The girl’s jaw clenched, her blush deepening as she glanced at the other students around them, none of whom seemed to notice yet. “You’re insane,” she whispered, but her defiance wavered under that steady gaze.

“I’m waiting,” Elara said, tapping her fingers on the table with mock impatience. “Sit down like a good little thing, or I’ll walk right over and push you down myself. You know I will.”

With a frustrated groan, she finally lowered herself back onto the chair, wincing as the full weight settled into the thick, messy padding. The faint squish was audible only to them, and her face screwed up in disgust. “Happy now?” she grumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

“Very,” Elara purred, picking up another pancake square as if nothing had happened. “Look at you, sitting so pretty even after making such a big mess. That’s my girl.” She took another bite, watching every flicker of embarrassment play out across that red face.

Breakfast wrapped up quickly, and Quinn was the first to bolt up from the table, waddling awkwardly as she started heading back toward the dorm.

“Where are you going?” Elara called after her, a playful edge to her tone as she stood, brushing crumbs off her hands.

Quinn stopped in her tracks, turning slightly but avoiding eye contact. “To the dorm,” she muttered, her voice low and strained.

“Why?” Elara pressed, stepping closer with a knowing smirk.

Quinn’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red, her hands fidgeting at her sides. “You know damn well why. Don’t make me do this... You’ve gone far enough,” she whispered, her voice cracking with desperation.

Elara felt a brief stab of guilt flicker in her chest, seeing the raw embarrassment in those pleading eyes. But she pushed it down—she had to stay in control. Stepping right up to Quinn, she slid a hand under the girl’s skirt, fingers pressing against the thick, heavy padding. She felt the front first, then slid around to the back, giving a deliberate squeeze. “Ohh! My baby made such a squishy present for me,” she teased loudly enough for nearby students to overhear. “Let’s go get that diaper changed.”

Quinn looked like she wanted to sink into the floor as several students turned their heads, some with perplexed expressions, others smirking in amusement. Her hands shot up to cover her face. “Fuck, can you not?” she hissed under her breath, mortified beyond words.

“Shh, don’t be so fussy,” Elara said with a grin, grabbing her hand and tugging her along. “Come on now, let’s take care of this mess.” She led the way back to the dorm, ignoring the stares and muffled giggles trailing behind them.

Once they reached their room and approached the changing table, Quinn’s shoulders slumped in defeat, though her cheeks still burned. “You’re enjoying this way too fucking much,” she grumbled as Elara helped her up onto the padded surface.

“Damn right I am,” Elara shot back, popping open the tabs of the outermost diaper with practiced ease. The smell hit immediately as she peeled back layer after layer, revealing the full extent of the mess beneath. “Look at this. Such a good little mess-maker.”

“Shut up,” Quinn snapped weakly, turning her head away as her legs were lifted to slide the soiled padding out from under her. “Just… get it over with.”

“Oh, no rush,” Elara chuckled, grabbing a handful of wipes and starting to clean her up with slow, teasing strokes. She dragged the cool cloth over sensitive skin, taking her time on purpose. “Gotta make sure my baby’s all nice and clean before we put a fresh one on. Wouldn’t want you getting cranky over a rash now, would we?”

Quinn squirmed under the touch, biting her lip to stifle any sound. “You’re such an asshole,” she muttered, though her body betrayed a slight shiver when the wipes lingered just a bit too long between her thighs.

“And you love it,” Elara fired back, finishing the cleanup before reaching for powder and a fresh diaper. She sprinkled the powder generously, rubbing it in with light circles that made Quinn twitch again. “There we go. Almost done.” Sliding the new diaper under her hips, she taped it up snugly, giving the front a playful pat. “All better. For now.”

“For now?” Quinn echoed warily, sitting up once released, adjusting to the feel of the clean padding.

“Yup,” Elara said with a wicked glint in her eye, leaning close until their faces were inches apart. “Day’s not over yet. Plenty of time for more fun—and more lessons if you keep acting up.” She flicked Quinn’s nose lightly before stepping back. “So behave… or don’t. I’m good either way.”

Elara finished diapering Quinn, smoothing down the girl’s skirt with a gentle pat before helping her down to her feet. The fresh padding crinkled softly as Quinn steadied herself, her cheeks still tinged with a faint blush from earlier.

“Elara,” Quinn said, meeting her gaze with a hesitant look, “don’t you think we’re taking this a bit far?”

Elara’s grin faltered for a split second, her confidence wavering. “I mean, it’s what they would do, right?”

“I mean, of course,” Quinn replied, shifting on her feet. “But they aren’t here. They can’t see us.”

“Yes, but that display out there?” Elara tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. “You think they won’t hear about it?”

Quinn glanced away, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “I mean, most likely…”

Elara’s smile returned, sharp and teasing. “We gotta keep up appearances. Plus, you did kinda take control last night… in the privacy of our own dorm. So don’t start up with me about private versus public.”

Quinn’s face turned a deeper shade of red, her eyes dropping to the floor. “I’m sorry… I was just horny…” she mumbled, barely audible. “You’re really cute and I just—”

Before she could finish, Elara leaned in close and pressed a soft kiss to Quinn’s lips, cutting off her stammering apology. The touch was brief but warm, lingering just enough to make Quinn’s breath hitch.

Quinn grinned suddenly, and before Elara could pull back fully or react, she wrapped her arms around her tightly. Her fingers tangled into Elara’s hair as she pulled her into a far more possessive kiss, lips crashing together with raw hunger.

“Damn,” Elara gasped when they finally parted for air, her hands instinctively gripping Quinn’s hips through the skirt and padding beneath. “Didn’t expect that after all your whining out there.”

“Shut up,” Quinn shot back with a smirk, still holding onto handfuls of hair as she stared into those teasing eyes. “You’ve been pushing me around all morning—I’m taking something back right now.”

“Oh yeah?” Elara’s voice dropped low, challenging as one hand slid down to squeeze Quinn’s padded backside. “Careful now. You’re still in no position to call shots after that little mess you made.”

Quinn bit her lip as she tugged at the strands in her grip just enough to tilt their foreheads together again . “Try me then—see who breaks first this time.” Her free hand slipped under shirt fabric tracing bare skin along spine sending shivers racing upward.

“Fine,” Elara relented, her voice softening as she leaned into the closeness. “Behind closed doors, we can be more ourselves. But out there, we’ll play it up.”

Quinn nodded, her finger tracing a slow, deliberate line along Elara’s jaw before leaning in for another kiss, this one lingering. Pulling back just enough to speak, she grinned, eyes glinting with mischief. “I wanna see how noisy I can make you, how long it’ll take before you’re moaning my name.” Her hand slid down, squeezing Elara’s ass through the thick diaper with a firm grip.

Elara grinned back, heat flashing in her gaze. “I doubt that’ll take much.” Her own hand came down with a sharp swat on Quinn’s padded bum. “Come on, baby, we’ve got classes to get to.”

They parted reluctantly, both still buzzing from the tension crackling between them. Grabbing their books, they headed out of the dorm and toward class, falling into step side by side. The hallway was already filling with students, chatter bouncing off the walls as they made their way to the lecture hall.

“Still feeling that fresh change?” Elara teased under her breath, nudging Quinn’s hip as they walked.

“Shut it,” Quinn muttered, cheeks pinking slightly but a smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re lucky I don’t drag you into the nearest bathroom right now and make good on my threat.”

“Oh, big talk for someone who was squirming in front of half the dining hall an hour ago,” Elara shot back, keeping her voice low so only Quinn could hear. “Keep that energy for later—I’ll hold you to it.”

“You better,” Quinn replied, brushing her hand against Elara’s briefly before they slipped into the classroom and took their seats near the back. The professor started droning on about something neither of them cared much about, but under the desk, their knees pressed together.

“Pay attention,” Elara whispered, smirking as she caught Quinn stealing glances at her instead of the board. “Or are you too busy thinking about how you’re gonna try to break me later?”

“Damn right I am,” Quinn hissed back, shifting in her seat as the padding crinkled faintly. “Just wait ‘til I get my hands on you again.”

Elara bit back a laugh, scribbling nonsense in her notebook to look busy. “Tick-tock, sweetheart. Let’s see who cracks first by the end of the day.”

“Are you two done talking?” The professor’s sharp gaze pinned Elara as she fumbled an apology, her voice quick and nervous.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I’ll take care of the problem right now.” She dug into her bag with a forced smile, pulling out a pacifier and turning to Quinn, whose eyes widened in shock. Without giving her a chance to protest, Elara pushed it into her mouth, the silicone bulb muffling any sound Quinn might’ve made. A few scattered chuckles rippled through the classroom.

Quinn’s cheeks flared red, but she didn’t spit it out, shooting Elara a glare that promised retribution later. The professor, however, wasn’t done. Their amused expression shifted to Elara, eyebrow arched. “You too, missy.”

Elara froze, her face flushing a deep crimson as her hand hesitated over her bag. “I… uh…” She grimaced, the only other pacifier she had, coated with a particular medicine. “I’ll be quiet, I promise,” she tried, her voice almost pleading.

The professor shook his head, arms crossed now. “Your friend didn’t have any problems taking hers. Now, you do the same.”

A wave of amusement rolled through the class, students leaning forward in their seats or whispering to each other as all eyes locked on Elara. She swallowed hard, reaching into her bag with trembling fingers to pull out the second pacifier. The faint sheen of the medicated coating glinted, and she couldn’t hide the disgust on her face as she brought it closer. With a resigned sigh, she popped it into her mouth, grimacing instantly at the bitter, acrid taste spreading across her tongue. Her nose wrinkled, and she fought the urge to gag while muffled snickers echoed around her.

“Much better,” the professor said dryly, turning back to the board as if nothing unusual had happened. “Now, let’s continue with today’s lecture.”

Elara slumped slightly in her seat, sucking reluctantly on the pacifier as the medicine started to kick in faster than she’d hoped. Her stomach churned, a faint warmth spreading through her lower belly. She shot a sideways glance at Quinn, who was smirking around her own pacifier despite her earlier embarrassment.

“Don’t even start,” Elara muttered through clenched teeth, barely audible around the silicone in her mouth.

Quinn’s smirk widened, and she leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for only them to hear. “Karma’s a bitch, huh?”

“Fuck off,” Elara hissed back, shifting uncomfortably as another wave of warmth hit, making her thighs press together under the desk. “You’re not exactly winning here either.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Quinn mumbled around her pacifier, wiggling her eyebrows.

Elara’s glare could’ve burned holes through steel. The medicine was working fast, and sitting through this lecture was about to become pure torture. She gripped the edge of her notebook tighter, trying to focus on anything else.

“Just wait ‘til we’re outta here,” she whispered sharply. “You’re gonna regret laughin’ at me.”

Quinn just grinned wider, clearly enjoying every second of this public predicament. “Bring it on.”

Her face burned with humiliation as a pathetic whimper escaped around the silicone in her mouth. Unable to fight it, she lifted her bum slightly off the chair, her body tensing as she lost control. The thick padding between her legs swelled around the mess with a faint, muffled sound, but the sensation was undeniable—she’d just pooped her diaper right there in the middle of class.

Her cheeks flamed, eyes darting around to see if anyone noticed. Most students were focused on the professor’s droning lecture, but the girl beside her caught every second of it. A smirk curled around the other pacifier as she leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for only them to hear.

“Damn, couldn’t hold it, huh? Bet that feels real nice sittin’ in all that,” she teased, voice dripping with amusement.

“Shut the fuck up,” Elara hissed through clenched teeth, barely audible with the pacifier still wedged in place. She lowered herself back down slowly, wincing as the warm mess pressed against her skin through the padding. Every tiny shift made it worse, and she gripped the desk edge hard to keep from squirming too obviously.

“Not so tough now, are ya?” came the smug whisper. “Look at you, makin’ a mess just like I did. How’s it feel bein’ on this side of things?”

“I’m gonna kill you later,” Elara muttered, her voice trembling with both embarrassment and barely contained frustration. Her thighs pressed together under the desk, trying to minimize the discomfort, but it was useless.

“Oh, I’m shakin’,” the other girl snickered softly. “Bet you’re dyin’ to get outta here now. Too bad class ain’t over for another twenty minutes. Gonna sit pretty ‘til then?”

“Fuck off,” Elara snapped under her breath, but there was no heat behind it—just raw mortification. She tried to focus on the lecture, scribbling nonsense in her notebook to distract herself.

“Tick-tock,” came the taunting whisper one more time. “Let’s see if you can keep quiet about this little accident ‘til we’re outta here. Or are ya gonna start whinin’ for a change already?”

Elara shot a death glare sideways but said nothing, sucking harder on the pacifier to keep from making any more pitiful sounds. The rest of class was going to be pure hell, and she knew damn well she’d hear about this for days to come.