Sabotage - Chapter 39

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, SERINA?” Breanna yelled, silencing the murmurs that were echoing through the hallway. Breanna’s heart was thumping so hard you could practically hear it a few feet away, and her face felt hot while her body went cold. A teacher rushed around the corner and looked towards the confrontation.

“What the hell is going on here?” She asked, and the other students started to disperse. Serina walked over to Breanna and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“It isn’t what I did to you. Maybe you should ask, what you did to you?” Serina said and smirked as she backed off and walked away with Ally. Breanna stood still in the hall, realizing everything was now crumbling around her. The teacher approached her and snapped her out of her numb stare.

“Oh dear, let’s get you to the nurse’s dear,” the teacher put her hand on Breanna’s back and walked her to Nurse Taylor’s office. Breanna remained numb the whole way, her mind entirely blank except for one thought: Serina knew.

Breanna finally realized that not only did she know, but she knew how she was doing it and that the door was most likely Serina’s doing. By the time she got to Nurse Taylor’s desk, she was back to feeling enraged.

“Oh boy,” Nurse Taylor started. “Lot of that going around, hey?”

Taylor had a soft chuckle, but Breanna didn’t find her comment funny.

“Are you going to give me new pants or what?” Breanna snapped.

“Now hold on, miss, last time I checked, I wasn’t the one with wet pants. Let’s show a little respect around here, please.”

Breanna rolled her eyes. “Can I please have some pants?”

“Uh-huh,” Taylor replied. “And you can also have this.” Taylor handed Breanna a diaper, the same thin ones Serina was given after her second accident.

“What?! I don’t-.... I won’t….” Breanna tried to deny her need for the diaper, but she knew more than anyone what hypnotic suggestions were embedded within her mind. Not only were the triggers likely firmly implanted, but the ongoing incontinence would be too. She took the diaper and the pair of sweats Serina had used last week and stepped into the changing room.

While inside, Breanna sat in her wet pants and pondered her options.

“Okay, she knows. But she’s done shit to me too, so maybe she thinks we’re now even?” Breanna whispered to herself. “No, she’s not like that. There will always be more. But what do I do about the hypnosis? I could see if there was a removal track online tonight...oh god, is she gonna tell my mom? How did she find out? Was she just awake while I was playing it? Or did someone tell her? But, who could she talk to that would tell her other than….”

Breanna came to a sudden realization and stood up. She quickly pulled off the pants, pulled up the diaper and the sweats, and ran out of the office. Nurse Taylor tried to say something on her way out, but Breanna blew right by her. When she got into the hall, she started searching. She looked down hallway after hallway until she saw him. Tyler.

Breanna stomped up to him, her butt now softly crinkling with each step.

“Hey Breanna, what’s u--” Tyler started asking awkwardly as Breanna approached him before he was cut off by a quick slap to the face.

“You’ve been talking to Serina?” She spat.

“What? What’re you talking about?” Tyler rubbed his cheek where Breanna’s hand landed.

“You two. Talking. Fucking. I don’t care. Did you tell her what I told you on the weekend?” Breanna asked.

“We’re not fucking. Who said that?” Tyler replied, confused.

“I don’t care about that Tyler, did you tell her what I told you on the weekend?” Breanna stepped closer to Tyler, and he raised his hands in anticipation of another slap.

“Hey, relax, okay?” He replied, dancing around the question.

“Don’t tell me to relax Tyler, for fuck’s sake, did you or did you not tell her what I told you on the weekend?”

“I-” Tyler started.

“He didn’t tell me.”

Serina’s voice cut into their argument. Breanna and Tyler looked over to see Serina and Ally and watched as Serina stepped towards Breanna.

“Those look good on you,” Serina mocked Breanna’s replacement pants.

“Fuck you.”

“Likewise. Anyways, Tyler didn’t tell me. We’re not even talking; I had Ally say that to get you all angry. In truth, all it took was a restless night for me to hear those speakers switch over, and your fucked-up hypnosis tracks start playing. After that, it wasn’t too hard to return the favour,” Serina explained.

“So you did fuck with my door?” Breanna asked.

“Maybe, but was it as bad as you fucking with my brain? Not even close.”

“After what you did to me, you deserved it.”

“Are you serious? You can’t seriously think that hypnotizing someone into literal incontinence is the reasonable response to me cockblocking you from a boy you’ve known for under a week.”

“You planted drugs on me, Serina!”

“But that’s not what you’re mad about; you were always mad how that affected you and Tyler. Did you ever stop and consider if maybe you were being overdramatic? If he was even worth all this? If he would even want you if he learnt what kind of fucked up shit you did for him?”

Breanna looked over to Tyler, who avoided eye contact.

“I thought he was worth it. He is worth it,” Breanna replied quietly.

“Breanna…” Tyler started.

“We had something real, right? We do have something real. I knew since the moment we started talking. I know what I did was fucked up and I hope you can maybe see past it or see that it was all for you and be...flattered?” Breanna began to tear up in a desperate last attempt. She reached for Tyler’s arm; he pulled away.

“He doesn’t want you, Breanna,” Serina said. “And really, can you blame him?”

Breanna took a moment to observe the world around her. The students watching the drama unfold, Ally with her arms crossed behind Serina, Serina standing there with her hands on her hips, and Tyler looking uncomfortable and pulling away. Her desperate attempt failed, and she returned to rage.

“Oh, and who does he want, you? Yeah, sure, fucking Serina is the full package, isn’t she?” Breanna spat the hypnotic trigger impulsively towards Serina. Serina winced for a moment as she felt her bowels expanding and her bladder dribble out the last remaining drops. A giant mess pushed out into her diaper, filling the backside and making it heavy. However, other than a slight smell, her bottom showed no change due to her expertly crafted wardrobe.

Breanna, on the other hand, realized what she had done. Her hand quickly cupped the back of her pants, where an equally large mess filled up her pull-up. The diaper quickly sagged with the load, and onlookers could see the sweatpants expand in the back. Breanna blushed.

“Hmm, so that’s the phrase for that, huh? Full package. I like it. Anyways, the bell’s about to ring. So unless you feel like sitting in that shit all first period, come with me….”