Cheers to You! - Part Four (Commission)

Thanks to our Gold-tier patron Samantha for commissioning another installment!

This is- this is so much worse than I even expected.

You remember the deal, don't you? My stupid bitch of a roommate Tiffany did a number on me just because I happened to be looking through her shit. The freak went and made me act like an idiot and pumped my ass full of water and dressed me up like some overgrown toddler. I begged her to let me change, of course - but she went and locked me out! And since the only other clean clothes I've got on campus are in my locker by the stadium, I've traipsed all the way over here in this filthy fucking diaper, hoping I can sneak in, grab my clothes, and take a much-needed shower...

But here they stand before me: my fellow cheer partners, looking me over with more than a bit of suspicion. "Look who finally bothered to grace us with her presence!" one jeers, and I flush. "I- um, sorry. Look, I was just-" "You're the new girl, aren't you?" another cuts in, peering at me through her thick blonde bangs. "We're, like, basically done with practice already. So I don't know what you think we're supposed to do now..."

And then one of them notices. "Hey, um, what's that you're wearing?" A dozen pairs of eyes swivel toward my skirt, which I reflexively yank downward. Fuck, fuck, fuck. No way in hell I need them to see this- But of course, a skimpy cheer skirt does little to hide anything, let alone the massive, now-bloated and sagging pink monstrosity that is my diaper. "Wait, hold on. Is that a- Is that really-???"

"Oh my god, is that a diaper? Are you, like, for real?" "Like, what the hell?" "I know, right? What the fuck?" I'm surrounded by a chorus of disgusted exclamations as they surround me, reaching gingerly out to flip up my skirt- "Nooo!" I hear myself wailing, my voice cracking in panic. "No, please, it's not really- Leave me alone-!"

Of course they don't.

"Eww, what the hell? She's, like, actually shit herself!" "No way. Just 'cause she's in a diaper doesn't mean she shit-" "Oh, come on! Can't you smell that? She reeks!" "Eww, disgusting!" "Girl, what the hell is wrong with you?"

And then come the words that send me into full-on panic. "Hey, shit-pants!" the one with the bangs sneers, stepping forward and locking eyes with me. "You wanted to practice with us, didn't you? Why don't we step outside and you can give us a real demonstration of what you can do?"

"No, please- I need to clean up- I can't-" I'm blubbering now, desperate to escape this absolute hell. I can't take much more humiliation. These are supposed to be my friends, my peers, the girls I was going to hang out with and impress...

Instead, I'm herded outside by a throng of spiteful hands, my ears assaulted by a chorus of giggles, jokes, and snickers - all at my expense. "I don't know what the hell made you show up like this," I hear one comment with a sniff of revulsion. "But it sure would be a shame to send you back without letting you at least practice..."

And then the torture begins. "Do a cartwheel!" I do, the heavily sagging weight between my legs sending me to the ground in a clumsy flop. "Try it again!" I squeeze my eyes shut and comply. "Now a cheer!" "No, some jumping jacks!" "Yeah, and then some twerks with some pompoms!" "Oh my god, twerking in a diaper? I gotta see that!" "Like some freaking baby waddle-dancing on TikTok!"

I'm breathless, sobbing and hiccuping in mingled rage and humiliation, when they finally tire of their sport. It's over. My entire life here is over. Within minutes of actually meeting them, I've already become the laughingstock of the entire cheer team. They've seen me cartwheeling in a shitty-ass, stupid fucking pink baby diaper, after all. There's no fucking way to come back from something like this. I'm going to have to transfer again- get out of here- leave all this horrible, horrible shit behind-

But then I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. Come on, I'll help you get cleaned up."

It's someone I don't recall hearing from before - an oriental-looking girl with dark hair and what looks suspiciously like sympathy on her face. "I think that's enough," she declares, straightening and skewering the bangs-girl with a fierce glance. "We'd better stop before someone finds out and gets us all in trouble..."

I squeeze my eyes shut again, grateful for this strange girl's intervention. I don't even know her name, but she's already shown me more kindness than anyone else here so far. Maybe- maybe not everything is lost...

Turns out her name is Lucy - but her next words aren't too kind. "Damn, you reek," she exclaims as we make our way back into the shelter of the stadium. "Hey, listen. You don't have to tell me everything. If it was a dare or pledge or something, well, that's not my business." She herds me toward the locker room with a wry shrug. "But whatever the case, I think you'd better get cleaned up before you get in real trouble..."

I hiccup out my thanks as I, at long last, pull my fresh clothes from my locker... only to be pulled up short. "Wait. You're not really going to try putting those on?!" Lucy exclaims with a frown. "Nothing personal, girl, but you need a shower - and a bath - and then another long shower after that. You'll only ruin those if you try to put them on here. And believe me, the showers here suck; you'll never get that stink off in them..."

"But what am I gonna do?" I wail. "You think I'm gonna go out like this again?" "There's nothing for it," she admits, slipping easily out of her own cheer outfit and into a pair of high-waisted jeans and a green top. "But listen - I'll walk you back to your dorm, and you can get cleaned up there."

There's no other option, I have to admit. And so, out we traipse - me still waddling in my filthy diaper and mini-skirt, and Lucy walking along easily and elegantly, an expression of both amusement and concern on her face.

I manage to fill her in a bit on the way. "My bitch of a roommate- she did this," I mutter, eyes downcast in peevish rage. "I don't know why- she just went fucking crazy and thought she'd make fun of me..." "Well, she certainly sounds like a piece of work," is all Lucy offers. "And I'm sorry the others acted like that. They're a bit- you know, like sharks when they smell blood. They go a bit crazy sometimes..."

Mercifully, Tiffany actually opens the door when we knock. "Hey, Alesha needs to change," Lucy says in clipped tones. "I hope you don't mind if I wait while she cleans up?" I don't know if it's the presence of someone else, or whether Tiffany is actually intimidated by Lucy. But whatever the case, she shrugs and lets us inside. At fucking last!

Having ripped the disgusting thing from my waist, torn off the now-hateful cheer outfit, and slipped my filthy ass into the cleansing warmth of the shower, I muse in despair over my situation. I've been publicly humiliated in front of the entire cheer squad. My roommate might as well be a psychopath. Only Lucy is on my side - and a fat lot of good she'll be able to do against everyone else...

It's as I step from the shower that I hear words from Lucy that set my heart tripping again in anxiety. "Oh, wow. I had no idea she was in to that sort of stuff. I mean, to each their own..." "I know, right?" comes Tiffany's saccharine voice. "I know it's weird, but I literally have pictures and everything. I mean, take a look at all this stuff she keeps under her bed! She's kinkier than anyone I know. And I mean, as a good friend I try not to judge. I even try to humor her, like earlier today..."

That. Fucking. Bitch. She's really going to throw this all on me? Make Lucy think it was all my idea?

As I step out of the bathroom, livid with rage, I find myself caught in the twin gazes of Tiffany and Lucy. "Hey, baby! Guess what?" Tiffany smirks. "Lucy here isn't quite convinced that you enjoy being a dirty little diaper slut. I don't suppose you'd like to tell her the truth yourself, hmm? Or should I show her all the lovely pics and videos we've been making together?"

I'm frozen, trapped before them, choking on my own impotent rage. Do I say no? tell them again how Tiffany forced me? No, no, she'll just show Lucy the videos. She'll see me tied up- gagged- doing cheers- shitting myself... But what else? Do I actually say it? Do I play along?

I can't believe it. I can't believe I've been brought to such a pass. But as they gaze at me expectantly, I know deep down that there's only one thing I can do.

"Yes," I whisper, voice catching as the sheer humiliation rises up to choke me. My cheeks are aflame, the world spinning as I plunge desperately on. "Yes. I- I do enjoy it..."

Tiffany's voice and Lucy's astonished burst of laughter blend into one stinging swirl of sound. "Aww, such a good little diaper slut! See? I told you she likes it!"