Tiffany saw the ball bounce onto the fairway in front of her, hearing it land with a thud. She squirmed against the restraints of the chair as she was forced to endure another wave of diarrhoea. The pacifier in her mouth was still connected to a bag full of oatmeal; she was taking in just as much as she was putting out. She kept rocking the chair back and forth, trying to get out; her cries for help muffled by the pacifier in her mouth. Those around her ignored her. How could they not take noticed?
Her body was rocked as another wave of cramps gave way to a long period of diarrhoea. This time she wet herself as well, the urine pooling in the front of the diapers she had been forced into. She wasn’t wearing any plastic pants over the diapers however; it was only a matter of time before the diapers were overwhelmed, and everything started collecting inside the feet of bright pink romper. She moaned as another bout of diarrhoea came around, and Courtney walked down the fairway in front of her. Would she see her? Would she help?
Courtney looked around at the course, taking in it’s beauty. She glanced briefly at the observer area, seeing the somewhat familiar girl in the wheelchair again. She didn’t take much notice, but looked one last time out of curiosity. The occupant was strapped into the chair, and was wearing a bright pink jumper. There was a feeding bag hung on the chair; Tiffany? Courtney was troubled. Was it really Tiffany?
“Courtney,� Melanie interrupted. �You have to hit… you can worry about Tiffany later.�
The name rang in Courtney’s mind, confirming her suspicion. Had Melanie kept Tiffany out of school, locked away in diapers? She focused on the immediate task, her chip onto the green. She swung, and missed the ball, hitting behind it by several inches. The ball rolled forward five feet, and stopped still. She walked up to it, and tried a second time. This shot was more successful, landing on the front of the green. She put Tiffany and diapers out of her mind for now. She had to win a tournament.
Tiffany made more muffled sounds of protest as Courtney left her behind. She shook the chair, and stopped momentarily as another wave of cramps rocked her. The cramps relieved themselves quickly, adding to the mess inside her diapers. Melanie had given her an extremely powerful laxative; she had also said there was much more of it in the oatmeal she was eating right now. Tiffany felt the chair move as someone took a hold of it from behind. She was being wheeled away. Was she going to be set free, having fulfilled the role she was told she would be playing?
Courtney’s round was going downhill fast. After seeing all the old members of the cheerleading team wheelchair bound and diapered, her nerves were a mess. She had seen five girls now, all trapped in wheelchairs and colourful jumpsuits. Courtney now feared she would be bound the same way by the end of the tournament. She kept a wary eye on Melanie, making sure she didn’t touch anything she shouldn’t. Nothing appeared to be wrong; maybe Melanie hadn’t even done any of this.
They came up on the half-way house, a welcome sight. Courtney really had to go to the bathroom. She couldn’t explain it, because she hadn’t really had that much to eat this morning. She went in to the bathroom, telling Melanie to refill the water bottle. Courtney walked inside, finding all the stalls occupied. She stood against the far wall, waiting for one to open up. Courtney frowned after ten minutes. She looked under the doors, seeing the stalls empty; someone had pulled them shut, locked them, and climbed over the top. Maybe she could climb in the same way. She tried getting over the plastic barriers, but found no purchase on their slick surfaces.
She was very desperate at this point, one hand constantly on her crotch to hold in her pee. She decided to try the Men’s room, and moved towards the door. The door opened, revealing another cheerleader in a wheelchair blocking the way. It was Grace. She tried to talk to Courtney, but all that came out was a muffled sound from behind the large pacifier in her mouth. Courtney tried to get around the wheelchair, but it started to come forward, propelled by a figure that emerged from around the corner. Courtney didn’t get a good look at her face. Before Courtney knew what was happening though, the figure had her hand cuffed, and against the floor, helpless.
Her shorts and panties were pulled off, and several thick diapers were slid on in place. Courtney’s need to pee overwhelmed herself self-control at this point, and she soaked the diapers that had been pulled on her. This resulted in a firm spanking on her rear, expressing the displeasure of the person diapering her. They continued working, pulling on six or seven more diapers. They were all topped off with a pair of locking panties, similar to the ones she had gotten herself stuck in. She was stood up, and turned toward the wall, away from the person behind her. She was instructed to step into the shorts at her feet. The voice was unfamiliar. They hiked the shorts up around the diapers, the zipper barely making it all the way up. She heard the cuffs come off with a click, and a quick shuffling of feet as her mystery nanny left the bathroom.
