Chapter 29 — Toys & Playtime

The professor signaled the end of the torturous lecture. Both Elara and Quinn bolted from their seats, hurrying out of the classroom among the stream of students. As soon as they were in the hallway, both reached for their pacifiers, but she stopped Quinn with a pointed look. Quinn rolled her eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh, but stood still as Elara tugged the silicone bulb from her mouth with a faint pop.

“Babies can’t remove their own pacifiers, after all,” Elara muttered, tucking both into her bag before grabbing Quinn’s hand. “Come on.”

She pulled her along with a determined stride back toward their dorm. Quinn played along for a moment before tilting her head with mock innocence. “Why? For what reason?”

“You know damn well why,” Elara grumbled, her face still flushed from the humiliating ordeal in class. The weight of the soiled diaper between her legs made every step more unbearable, and she wasn’t in the mood for games.

Quinn giggled behind her hand, clearly enjoying the moment. Once inside, she didn’t waste time—pushing Elara toward the changing table with a playful shove. Before long, Elara was on her back, legs up as Quinn tugged open the tabs of the messy diaper with an amused smirk.

“I still can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Elara grumbled, staring at the ceiling to avoid meeting those teasing eyes.

Quinn chuckled, shrugging as she grabbed a handful of wipes from the nearby stack. “It’s either this or we leave the school, and I don’t think either of us wants that.”

“No…” Elara admitted reluctantly, wincing slightly as the cool wipe dragged across her skin. Her legs dangled in the air while Quinn cleaned her up with slow, deliberate strokes. “Still though, this is a bit much, isn’t it?”

Quinn’s grin widened as she worked, tossing the dirty wipes into a bin before reaching for powder. “But if this place wasn’t so twisted, I wouldn’t be getting to look at you nude right now!”

Elara groaned loudly, rolling her eyes so hard it almost hurt. “I’d be a whole lot more dignified,” she muttered under her breath, shifting uncomfortably as Quinn sprinkled powder over her bare skin and rubbed it in with light circles.

“Dignified? Pfft,” Quinn snorted, sliding a fresh diaper under her hips and pulling it snug before taping it shut. “You’re hot like this—all flustered. Bet you secretly love me takin’ care of you.”

“Keep dreamin’,” Elara shot back, sitting up once the change was done. She smoothed down her skirt over the fresh padding and hopped off the table, though her cheeks were still tinged pink.

Quinn grinned. “But let’s be real—you’re not half as pissed as you’re pretendin’. You like this game just as much as I do.”

“Shut it,” Elara snapped, though there was no real venom in her tone. She stepped closer anyway, flicking Quinn’s nose lightly. “We’ve got more classes later. Try not to make me regret keepin’ this act up out there.”

“No promises,” Quinn said with a sly grin.

Elara yanked her hand back but couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at her lips. “We’ll see who breaks first. Now grab your shit—we ain’t skippin’ just cause you wanna flirt.”

“Wait, what about me?” Quinn asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and embarrassment as she shifted on her feet.

“What about you?” Elara replied, tilting her head with a playful smirk, already sensing where this was going.

Quinn blushed deeper, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, unable to meet Elara’s gaze. Her hands twitched nervously at her sides.

“Oh, right…” Elara’s grin widened as realization dawned. She stepped closer, closing the distance between them in an instant. Without hesitation, she hoisted Quinn’s skirt up, her hands sliding over the thick padding of the diaper. She pressed firmly against the front and then the back, squishing the material, making Quinn let out a soft moan at the sensation.

“A little wet…” Elara teased, her voice low and taunting as she lingered with her touch. “Hop up on the table real quick. Let me get a better look.”

Quinn hesitated for only a second before complying, climbing onto the changing table with an awkward shuffle. Her skirt bunched around her waist as she settled back, cheeks burning under Elara’s intense stare. Elara wasted no time, pushing the fabric completely out of the way to expose her diaper. She ran her fingers along the edges, pressing through the padding again before popping open the tabs with a slow, teasing tug. The crinkle filled the room as she peeled it back.

Elara’s grin turned mischievous as her eyes caught something on the lower shelf of the changing station. “Just in case…” she mused aloud, reaching down to grab the small item—a sleek, tapered plug that glinted faintly in the light. She held it up for a moment, letting Quinn catch a glimpse before lowering it out of view with a wicked smirk.

Before Quinn could protest or even ask, Elara brought it to her bum, nudging it against her with steady pressure until it settled inside with a firm push. Quinn yelped in surprise, her body jolting slightly on the table as the plug nestled into place, filling her.

“What was that?!” Quinn gasped, voice sharp with shock as she squirmed, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation.

“Just a bit of insurance so I don’t have to deal with a poopy diaper for a while,” Elara teased, already pulling the padding snugly over Quinn’s hips and taping it shut. She gave the crotch of the diaper a firm pat, making Quinn twitch again. “There we go. All secure.”

“No fair,” Quinn grumbled, sitting up slightly on the table, though her face was still flushed and her thighs pressed together instinctively from the plug’s presence inside her.

“Life ain’t fair,” Elara shot back with a smirk, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “But damn if you don’t look cute all flustered like that. How’s it feel? Bet it’s keepin’ you nice and full.”

“Shut up,” Quinn muttered, sliding off the table gingerly, wincing. “You’re gonna pay for this stunt later.”

“Oh, I bet you’ll try,” Elara chuckled, grabbing their books from where they’d been tossed earlier. “But for now, you’re stuck like that ‘til I decide otherwise. So behave in class—or don’t. Either way, I’m gonna enjoy watching you squirm.”

Quinn glared but couldn’t hide the heat still lingering in her expression as she adjusted her skirt over the bulky diaper. “You’re such an ass,” she huffed.

“And you love it,” Elara fired back, nodding toward the door. “Come on, we’re late enough as it is. Let’s see how long you can last out there without makin’ any funny noises.”

Elara adjusted her books as she stepped out of the dorm, parting ways with Quinn as they headed to their respective classes. As she rounded a corner, she nearly bumped into Selena, whose sharp gaze locked onto her immediately.

“Come to berate me more?” Elara asked.

Selena’s lips curled into a sly grin, arms crossing casually over her chest. “Nah, I’m enjoying my time off. Just checking in. Have you been keeping yourselves on track?”

Elara gave a quick nod, keeping her expression neutral. “Of course.” But as Selena shifted her weight from one foot to the other, Elara’s ears caught a faint sound—a subtle crinkle that seemed all too familiar. Her eyes instinctively flicked down to Selena’s midsection, hidden beneath the flow of her skirt. Was she… wearing a diaper right now?

“Well, best not be late,” Selena said. “We’ll come by after dinner to see how well you two are—or aren’t—doing.” With that, she turned on her heel and started walking away.

Elara’s gaze didn’t waver, staying glued to Selena’s bottom as she moved. The skirt swayed with each step, obscuring any definitive outline. Was there a telltale bulk? A slight crinkle with every stride? It was impossible to confirm. Still, the possibility lingered in Elara’s mind, stirring a mix of intrigue and suspicion.

Shaking her head to clear the thought, she adjusted her books again and continued toward class. But the sound—or imagined sound—stuck with her, nagging at the back of her mind.

She pushed through the crowd of students milling about, slipping into the classroom just before the door closed. Settling into a seat near the back, she tried to focus on pulling out her notebook and pen. This day was far from over, and it was already shaping up to be more complicated than she’d bargained for.

***

The rest of the day dragged on with the usual monotony of classes, but by the time dinner rolled around, Elara and Quinn were both eager to get back to their dorm. Stepping inside, they dropped their books with a mutual sigh of relief. Both girls’ diapers hung heavy, soaked from the day’s wear but thankfully not messy.

Quinn didn’t waste a second, stepping close to Elara and cupping her face with both hands. She pulled her into a fierce kiss, lips pressing hard and hungry. “You better pull this damn plug out of me and fuck me,” she growled against her mouth, voice thick with pent-up need. “It’s made me so damn horny all day.”

Elara giggled, kissing her back just as fiercely before pulling away with a smirk. “Just for that attitude, it’s staying in ‘til after dinner.”

Quinn let out a frustrated groan, but Elara was already guiding her toward the changing table with a firm hand on her lower back. “Come on, fresh diapers first.”

“Fine,” Quinn huffed, climbing up onto the table with a slight wince as the plug shifted inside her. She lay back, letting her skirt bunch up around her hips.

Elara tugged the fabric completely out of the way, popping open the tabs of Quinn’s soaked diaper. The faint scent of urine hit the air as she peeled it back, revealing the gemmed butt plug nestled snugly in place, glistening under the dorm light. Grabbing a stack of baby wipes, she started cleaning her up. When she brushed over Quinn’s moistened sex, lingering just a bit too long, Quinn moaned softly, hips twitching up into the touch.

“Tease,” Quinn muttered through gritted teeth, eyes half-lidded.

“Shh, gotta make sure you’re all clean,” Elara shot back with a grin, finishing up before sliding a fresh diaper under her. She taped it shut snugly, giving a light pat over the padding. “There ya go. My turn now?” Elara asked, hopping onto the table as Quinn slid off.

“Damn right,” Quinn replied, taking her place at Elara’s side. She yanked up Elara’s skirt and undid the tabs of her equally soaked diaper, peeling it away. She cleaned her up with wipes just as thoroughly, but before reaching for a fresh one, she grabbed something small from a nearby shelf. With a sly smirk, she pressed it against Elara’s entrance and slid it inside without warning.

Elara gasped sharply, squirming on the table as her body tensed around the intrusion. She’d thought it was a finger at first until she felt its unyielding shape settle deep. “What was that?” she demanded breathlessly as Quinn taped a fresh diaper over her, trapping it in place.

“A little toy,” Quinn said with a wicked grin. “Not fair for me to have all the fun.” Right on cue, she flicked a small remote in her hand, and the toy buzzed to life inside Elara, sending vibrations pulsing through her core.

“Oh fuck—” Elara moaned low, thighs clamping together instinctively under the padding as waves of sensation hit her.

“Come on,” Quinn teased, helping her down from the table despite her shaky legs. “We’ve got dinner.”

“N-no,” Elara stammered, gripping the edge of the table for balance as another pulse made her knees weak. “Turn it off and get it out! I’m supposed to be the caregiver here!”

“We’re gonna be late!” Quinn sing-songed, completely ignoring her protests as she tugged her toward the door with a giggle. “Come on.”

“You little shit,” Elara growled under her breath, stumbling after her while trying to adjust to the relentless buzzing inside her. Every step made it worse, sending tiny jolts straight through her nerves. “I’m gonna make you pay for this.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Quinn shot back over her shoulder with a smirk as they headed out into the hallway toward the dining hall. “But ‘til then, you’re stuck walking around like that. Bet you’re already soaking that fresh diaper.”

“Shut it,” Elara hissed, face burning as she fought to keep her composure. Dinner was about to be absolute torture—and not just because of Selena’s promised check-in later.

Dinner was a maddening haze for Elara, her entire focus narrowed to the relentless buzzing of the toy inside her. Quinn played her like a damn fiddle, cranking the remote up to the highest setting just long enough for Elara’s breath to hitch and her thighs to tremble. Then, right as she teetered on the edge of losing it completely, Quinn dialed it back down with a sly smirk, leaving her panting and frustrated. Over and over, the cycle repeated—intense vibrations making her squirm in her seat, then a cruel drop-off before any release.

“Having fun over there?” Quinn whispered at one point. Her eyes glinted with pure mischief as she watched Elara grip the table edge for dear life.

“You’re fucking dead after this,” Elara hissed through clenched teeth, barely keeping her voice low enough not to draw stares from nearby students. Her face burned hot, and she could feel the fresh diaper between her legs growing damp—not from an accident this time, but from sheer arousal soaking through. Every buzz sent another wave of heat pooling in her core, and sitting still was becoming impossible.

“Promises, promises,” Quinn teased back, flicking the remote again under the table for a quick burst that made Elara jolt and bite her lip hard to stifle a moan. “Gonna make a mess before we even get outta here?”

“Shut your mouth,” Elara growled.

The second dinner ended, Elara didn’t wait for pleasantries or small talk with anyone else at their table. She grabbed Quinn’s hand in a vice grip and yanked her up from her chair. “Come, now,” she ordered sharply, voice tight with barely contained need as she dragged her toward the exit. The toy still buzzed mercilessly inside her with every step down the hallway, each vibration making her knees threaten to buckle. Behind her, Quinn just giggled like it was all some hilarious game, fiddling with the remote in her pocket to keep the torment going.

“You look so cute,” Quinn taunted as they hurried along, dodging other students heading back to their dorms. “Gonna beg me to turn it off soon? Or you gonna try holding out until I decide to be nice?”

“I’m gonna rip that thing outta your hands and shove it somewhere you won’t laugh about,” Elara snapped over her shoulder, though her voice wavered as another intense pulse hit her mid-stride, forcing a sharp gasp from her lips. Her free hand pressed against her skirt instinctively, trying to dull the sensation through the layers—but it only made it worse.

They finally reached their dorm door, Elara fumbling as the buzzing continued to unravel her focus. But when she pushed it open, ready to shove Quinn inside and settle this once and for all, she froze mid-step. The door swung wide to reveal Selena already inside, perched casually on one of their desk chairs with an unreadable expression on her face. Her presence hit like a bucket of ice water, dousing the heated urgency between them as both girls stopped dead in their tracks.