Riverdale Nightmare (Part 1)

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Part 1 

Betty looked down at her food platter, puzzled. It seemed like only a moment ago she was still at home, arguing with her mother over something she forgot. She wasn’t sure. Around her, the cafeteria of Elm High School was full and loud.

She spotted her friends and immediately joined them at their usual table, hoping those weird blanks would soon stop. Maybe a bit of food in her system would help.

Cheryl: What’s wrong with you Betty? You seem… lost.

Betty : I was just thinking… I don’t know. I forgot. 

Cheryll: You forget a lot of things these days, don’t you?

The rest of her friends started giggling. What was going on?

Betty: What do you mean?

Cheryl: Oh don’t act all surprised about Betty! We heard what happened at Veronica’s sleepover! Did you forget to put your diaper on before bed or what?

The giggles turned into actual laughs as Betty’s cheeks turned several shades redder. 

Betty: What… what are you talking about Cheryl? Why are you saying that?

Cheryl: You wet the bed Betty! 

Betty: No I did not!

Cheryl: Oh yes you did! You didn’t put on your little Goodnites like mommy asked you too and you ended up peeing all over yourself! We know it!

Betty: No… I use the potty! I’m a big girl! I don’t need Goodnites, they’re just big diapers! Diapers are for babies! I’m not a baby!

Veronica: Yes you are! You even talk like a baby!

Cheryl: Maybe you need to wear diapers all the time like one too? Are you gonna have another accident?

Veronica : I bet she had one already…

Betty: No accident! I’m big girl!

Betty noticed her speech was actually regressing, she couldn’t elaborate full sentences however hard she tried to think about complex words… They did not come to her mind, like she was under the influence of a powerful drug.

Cheryl: No? Are you telling us you’re all dry baby Betty? You pinky promise? Then show us! Let us see how dry your big girl panties are!

Veronica: What kind of panties do you think she wears? They probably have like pink with rainbows on them and stuff! She’s such a perfect little angel.

Cheryl: Let’s find out, shall we? Come on Betty, get those tight pants down, we need to make sure you didn’t go pee pee on yourself… or poo-poo.

Veronica: Nooo… You don’t think she would?

Cheryl: Accidents happen Ronnie, it’s not for us to judge. Okay enough wait. Pants down.

And without further ado, Cheryl grabbed Betty’s jeans and slid them down with surprising ease for such a tight fit. The poor girl couldn’t even move an inch to defend herself from that intrusion, totally helpless. 

As soon as her underwear was exposed, the whole table burst into laughter.

Veronica: Oh my God! She’s wearing Pull-Ups!

Betty: NO! Please… I’m big girl! I don’t… I don’t need…

She looked down and panicked as she realized Veronica was telling the truth. The blonde young girl was dressed in a pink light sweater and a pair of childish Huggies training pantiess as her pants sagged between her legs.

Cheryl: So I was right! You DID forget your diaper at Veronica’s sleep over! But at least you remembered to put your trainers on today!

Betty looked around, distressed. It seemed as though everybody had now turned around to look at her, the 18 year old girl showing off her pink princess Pull-Ups. She was confused and scared.

Cheryl: Are you gonna cry too little girl? Mommy’s not here for you now!

Betty: I don’t want to, I don’t want to! No!

Veronica: Cheryl look! She’s doing it again, she’s peeing herself!

She was right once again, after a glance down Betty realized that, without even noticing anything, the flower-shaped wetness indicator displayed on the padding of her training pants was fading, accompanied  by the soft hissing sound of pee escaping her body.

Cheryl: Unbelivable! I thought you said you were a big girl Betty?! Is that something a big girl does? PIssing in your Pull-Ups like a pathetic baby who can’t control herself. That’s what you are, isn’t it? It seems you need your diapers day and night!

Veronica: Don’t you think we should change her though? 

Cheryl: I’m not touching her disgusting wet diapers.

Veronica: Oh come on Cheryl, we have to do something!  We don’t want out little girl to get a rash!

As her two friends were arguing over what they should do with her, Betty walked away from the table, wanting to escape this nightmare. Everybody’s eyes fixated on her and her visibly soaked, crinkly underpants.

She tried to lift her trousers up to her waist, but it was no use. They were stuck down at her knees, which made it difficult for her to walk. Waddling around like a lost toddler, she bumped into one of her teachers, Ms. Grumpy. The young teacher looked down at her.

Ms G: Oh no poor thing! Your mommy warned me about this, I know what to do. Come with me.

She dragged her out of the cafeteria, holding her hand the whole time.

Betty: Mo-mommy? 

Ms. G: Yes, come Betty. We need to get you changed. This is exactly why you need to wear your Pull-Ups. You can’t be trusted not to wet yourself. See? You would’ve made a big mess everywhere if it wasn’t for them.

The teacher sounded exactly like Betty’s mother, which wasn’t very opportune. It awoken all the insecurities inside the young girl. 

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