Hello all. This is my second attempt at an abdl story. This part is primarily omorashi. More diaper elements will be introduced in the following parts. I initially intended this to be a one-off, but I liked the characters and the setting. I’ll be writing a few more of their adventures to post next. I am open to any and all criticism on style, content, grammar, etc. Hope you enjoy!
Kara was just putting the finishing touches on her eyeliner. The sorority president had warned them that the final trial would involve spray paint and silly string, so they were warned to wear clothing they didn’t mind getting dirty. She decided to forgo makeup as well save for her cat eyes - no one ever saw her without eyeliner, and she loved the way the dark makeup contrasted with her skin and red hair.
Kara wanted her game face on. One of the twelve girls left pledging Phi Phi Gamma this year would be drummed out, and Kara wanted to ensure it wasn’t her.
Makeup complete, Kara looked herself over one last time in the bathroom mirror. The ratty gray sweats and black tank top stood in stark contrast to the well kept woman wearing them. She’d just sat down on the toilet as her roommate knocked on the door.
“Almost ready?” Olivia shouted through the barrier. She was also pledging PPG tonight.
“Be out in a minute Liv!” she called back as her stream hit the water.
“Ew gross, don’t answer me while you’re peeing!”
“Well you’re the one talking to me in the bathroom,” Kara shot back, snickering. She finished up and let Olivia have her turn, stealing a glance at her roommate’s toned back and shoulders in her own tank top as she passed.
Once they were both ready to go Kara slipped into her favorite pair of flats and the girls practically flew down the dorm’s stairs in their excitement. Just a few more hours and they’d be PPG sisters.
The girls arrived fifteen minutes early, as was prescribed in the sorority bylaws. Phi Phi Gamma had a reputation for all things prim and proper, punctuality among them. On time is late, early is on time Kara had heard the president say on more than one occasion over the last week as she turned away late pledges. Someone in the sorority’s past must have been a military brat like herself; Kara had heard both her parents echo that same sentiment ad nauseum. She was used to it.
Kara and Olivia stuck together as they mingled. They’d gotten to know plenty of the sisters and pledges over the last week, but each took comfort in the other’s more familiar presence. To Kara’s secret delight, Olivia became engrossed in a conversation with one of their fellow pledges.
Her roommate had recently failed to qualify for next year’s Winter Olympics. The girl they were chatting with, Marissa, was commiserating, having failed to qualify for the Summer Olympics a few years prior.
Kara couldn’t contribute to a conversation on athletics at such a high level. She had a gym habit, like most of the people in the room by appearance, but was no Olympic athlete. In the guise of asking for flexibility tips, she secured a yoga date for the three of them tomorrow.
The redhead almost convinced herself it was just a chance to get to know Marissa better, not an opportunity to see her gym fit.
Even in a pair of poofy sweatpants that looked five sizes too big on her, the brunette was stunning. Attending school on a gymnastics scholarship, obviously, the petite girl looked effortlessly graceful even when standing still. Coupled with her wonderfully bright and bubbly personality, Kara was definitely nursing a crush.
Their conversation was cut short as the sorority president started clapping loudly. Precisely as the clock struck 8pm. The susurrus died away quickly as other hands joined in the clapping. Once all conversation had stopped, so did the clapping. Megan, the president, bid everyone to gather round.
“Good evening ladies, good evening!” she projected to the room. “Welcome to the Finals. Without further ado, if you’d all join me in the basement…” she gestured towards the door another sister had just opened.
All of the attendees were ushered down the stairs into the finished basement of the sorority house. Mansion might have been a better descriptor. The basement was all one room with a tile floor. It reminded Kara of a function hall. Seeing the fairly vast open space really put the size of the PPG house into perspective.
Tables and chairs had been set up all throughout the room to accommodate the sisters, and what looked like a small stage abutted the far wall, complete with a long table with twelve place settings. No paint or silly string anywhere, Kara noted with some suspicion.
Sisters filed down the stairs and into the waiting seats like this was a dance they’d already practiced the steps to. And Kara supposed they had, having all passed the final initiation themselves. She joined the other pledges milling off to the side of the door awaiting instructions. They didn’t have to wait long.
Phi Phi Gamma’s president stepped up on to the stage, wired microphone in hand. Amplified voice issuing from wall and ceiling mounted speakers, she instructed the pledges to join her on stage and take a seat. It wasn’t loud or booming, just enough for her speaking voice to easily carry across the room, adding another layer to the air of authority the tall blonde projected naturally.
It was easy to see why she’d been elected president. She exuded the aura of someone who was in charge, and would broach no discussion on the subject.
“As you all know ladies, we Phi Phi Gammas take pride in comporting ourselves well in all aspects of our lives outside these walls. We excel. We look good doing it. And we keep our noses clean all the while. Many an influential woman has passed through these hallowed trials. Join our ranks and you gain access to a vast network of powerful women who would love nothing more than to help you achieve your dreams. Fail, and… well,” she made a mock gesture of looking the girls up and down as they joined her on the stage, “you could always marry rich,” chuckles throughout the room answered her quip.
Kara hadn’t known any of that when Olivia had asked her to join her in pledging PPG. Solidarity and their budding friendship were the primary reasons she’d joined her roommate on this endeavor, but when she’d first seen the house, and the girls, she’d been a bit intimidated.
This was clearly an old money sorority. She understood that better, especially now that she’d caught a few telling surnames.
There was no way they would accept the daughter of two soldiers. She was barely a generation removed from the trailer park.
But Olivia had assured her the sorority would let anyone pledge. Over the next week Kara passed every initiation event with flying colors.
Once all the ladies were seated, Megan angled herself to keep everyone in view and continued, “We require moderation outside these walls. No one gets carried back to their dorm blackout drunk. No one goes to class looking sloppy after last night’s party. Everyone’s phones were checked at the door, so it should go without saying but I’ll say it anyway because it has been an issue in the past, we don’t take pictures inside the house, and we certainly don’t post those pictures to any form of social media or save them to the cloud. On that subject, we don’t send nude, we don’t take them, so we certainly don’t post them to what, ladies?,” she gestured to the audience.
“Social media!” the attendees answered back.
“That’s right! Thank you sisters.”
A couple of the girls, Kara included, had reacted to this and looked befuddled. She took nudes all the time, though she didn’t have anyone to send them to. The President did not fail to notice, and looked to each of the girls on stage in turn as she continued her spiel.
“Luckily for some of you,” Kara blushed as Megan made eye contact with her, "at least with regards to not getting kicked out of the sorority, those bylaws only apply once you’re a full member. Though I do hope you were at least smart enough not to include your faces. " Kara breathed a sigh of relief.
“Some of you might be thinking this sounds harsh, or way out of line. What I want you to do is consider your future. Imagine ten from now. You’ve just run for public office and won. You go girl! You’ve been sworn in and are just settling into your office when someone walks in unannounced. Who are you, you ask? He says nothing and plops a folder down on your desk. You stare at him for a moment but he smiles a friendly smile and gestures to the folder. What’s inside you wonder? Why it’s a printout of an excel sheet…but wait this looks familiar. Is this your…password spreadsheet? The one that’s saved on your phone and backed up in the cloud? How did he get this? Who does he work for? The man nods once he sees the realization in your eyes, and tells you he’ll be in touch.” Kara had shrunken back into her seat and was staring wide-eyed. Megan’s tone had started innocent and swiftly turned dire. There was more.
“Now you’re in trouble. They know everything. They’ve seen everything. And all you know is that when they come calling, you’ll vote however they tell you.” She paused and Kara watched as Megan observed the effect her words had on some of them. “So I don’t care who they are, if they ask for nudes tell them to come have a look in person instead.” The audience laughed and her levity lightened the mood.
“For some of you this is clearly old hat. You’ve been part of the game for your entire lives. For the rest of you I hope I’ve impressed upon you why we have the rules we have, and why we take them so seriously. Most of us in this room will end up in positions of authority, power, or fame. We will all invariably encounter someone who will feel a certain type of way about us being in that position of power, because we’re women. I know it sucks, I know things shouldn’t be this way. But until they aren’t, don’t give them any more ammunition.”
Kara understood the sentiment, the righteous indignation at the way things were and the way some people behaved with impunity. The societal pressures. She’d experience it. Everyone in this room had.
“Now that’s not to say we can’t have any fun right ladies?” The audience cheered in raucous agreement. “That’s right! As a wise woman once told me,” she turned and winked to someone in the crowd, “fuck all them haters.”
Megan turned and nodded to one of the sisters standing by the door. Those seated at the closest table to the stairs stood and followed her. They returned moments later each carrying a 24-pack of water.
“Before we drink, what do we do sisters?” Megan asked the crowded hall.
“Hydrate!” they shouted back in unison, answering Kara’s question about the water before it was asked.
“While drinking, what do we do?”
“Hydrate!” the crowd answered again.
“And especially after drinking, what do we do?” Megan asked, tone implying a final question.
“Hydrate some more!”
“Very good. Now,” the sorority president turned to address the girls on stage, “you have ten minutes to finish your bottle. Then the final test begins.”
The final test turned out to be a lesson in drinking. As Megan explained it, most college girls experienced their first drunken night in unsafe spaces and with a complete lack of moderation. The point of this exercise was, for most of the girls on stage, to experience alcohol for the first time in a safe, controlled environment.
For their first round of drinks the pledges were instructed to drink a shot of a relatively weak rum, to get their sea legs as one of the sisters pouring shots put it in a mock pirate voice.
They spent the next half hour as the shot settled in, participating in trivia with the rest of the sisters, with the girls on the stage competing as one group against the other tables. Kara still wasn’t sure what the win condition was for this final trial, or how they’d choose who would be eliminated. The trivia seemed to be more of a game to pass the time than any true competition.
Precisely at the half hour mark, the girls on stage were plied with a stronger shot of alcohol, this time a vodka, with a chaser for those who requested one, and a second bottle of water.
“Second verse same as the first, pledges!” Megan informed them. “Take your shot, and finish that water bottle within the next thirty minutes.”
Kara was still feeling ok after the rum, and did as instructed. The shot was smooth and she only took a small sip of her cola chaser before going to work on the water bottle. Idly, she wondered if there was a bathroom in the basement or if everyone would be stumbling drunkenly up and down the stairs.
The trivia continued as Kara nursed her bottle of water. She felt a twinge in her bladder, but the next round was coming up shortly. She figured she’d wait until they were served their next drink before asking where the restroom was.
The third round consisted of a shot of whiskey, and Kara sipped quite a bit more of her chaser following that shot. It burned far worse than the vodka!
Once she’d recovered she raised her voice to ask where the bathroom was.
“And there it is ladies, the true start of the final round!” Kara was taken aback by the cheers that followed, and shared a confused look with Olivia before the president continued.
“This tradition dates back well over a hundred years, to the inception of our sorority,” Megan explained solemnly, “as the story goes, at the very first party held in this house, one of our members became so blackout drunk that she soaked her pants. And not with a spilled drink.” The imperious blonde eyed each of the girls on stage as that information sank in.
“As you all know, we pride ourselves on maintaining control here. The first of you to wet her pants will fail the final initiation,” Megan pronounced like a judge passing sentence. “Leaving the stage at any point before that will also result in a failure. Do any of you wish to depart?”
Stone faces met the president’s gaze. No one stood up to leave or voiced any decent.
Kara was horrified. She already had to pee, and hoped someone else was in a worse state than herself. At a glance it seemed like one of the other girls might be. She was already sitting with her legs crossed, tapping out a staccato rhythm with one sandaled foot, and she wore an anxious look on her face.
In contrast, her crush, seated next to her, looked like a picturesque, placid lake. Marissa remained composed with a pleasant smile on her face. That made sense to Kara though. The near-Olympian had probably been in high stakes competitions for most of her life.
“Bring on the next round of drinks please, Alice!” Megan instructed, ignoring protests from those on stage. They’d just had their last drink!
Another drink, a beer this time, alongside a bottle of water, of course, were placed in front of Kara.
“Twenty minutes girls,” Megan told them with a wink.
Two more beers followed at twenty minute intervals over the next hour, with a fresh bottle of water at the end. Though when no more booze followed, Kara hoped they’d finished their final round of alcohol. She was feeling quite inebriated.
And was already full to bursting.
Her fellow contestants were fairing no better from the looks of it, save for Marissa. Other than the alcohol induced blush coloring her cheeks, she appeared no worse for the wear, while most of the other pledges sat or stood hunched over with their legs crossed, including Kara herself.
That was the type of iron discipline this place was looking for, Kara imagined. She tried to wrest her own face and body into a similar state, sitting back down, uncrossing her legs, and taking deep, meditative breaths. It worked for a moment.
Then a fresh bladder spasm doubled her over again. She felt the muscles between her legs twitching nonstop. Kara gripped the table and felt tears gather at the corner of her eyes as she held on for dear life. The pledge had never had to pee so badly.
The president chose this moment to interject. Not with her voice, but with a sound effect. Using an ancient looking mp3 player hard wired to the sound system, the woman began playing a track over the speakers in the room. Running water.
It was too much. Kara felt a spurt of pee escape and looked down in horror. She meant to be subtle, and was sure if she was sober she would have been. But she must have been gaping down at her lap, given the president and the audience’s reaction.
“Looks like we’ve had a close call!” the woman taunted.
Kara’s alcohol-laden thoughts were still playing catch-up as she assessed her grey sweats. Mercifully, there was no wet spot. Only her panties were damp. So far.
The running water sound effect didn’t stop. As more and more of the last few hours worth of drinks dogpiled onto her bladder, Kara wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She was so drunk and in so much pain she almost felt numb between her legs, and the twitching of her muscles was endless.
But Megan wasn’t done torturing them yet.
“You’ve all done remarkably well so far, but it’s time to kick things up another notch.”
That must have been a signal, as two tables worth of seniors joined them on stage, each taking their place behind one of the pledges.
“Begin,” Megan commanded. At her word, all the seniors began to tickle the pledges.
Kara almost lost control right there as the sister behind her began to tickle her sides. She was so consumed by the mix of laughter and sobs that she didn’t even parse the first few drops of water hitting the floor. That wasn’t coming from the speakers, she realized, as the sound picked up pace.
To her left, Kara was horrified to see Olivia unleashing a torrent into her pants. The girl crumpled to the ground and covered her face in shame as the puddle beneath her quickly spread.
Kara was torn between relief and horror. She’d made it through the final trial, but her roommate had lost. Olivia was the entire reason she’d come here in the first place. Kara felt tears streaming down her cheeks, partly in pity for her friend, partly from the tickling, and partly because she was so close to pissing herself too.
Megan set the mic aside for a moment before kneeling down beside Olivia, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, and whispering something in the girl’s ear. Olivia raised her head and a look of hope kindled on her tear-stained face.
Megan retrieved the mic and addressed the pledges on stage in a grave voice.
“One of you has fallen, but it’s up to the rest of you if she can rise again. There’s a second part to the story I told you earlier. There’s something we hold even more dear than composure here,” she paused for effect and Kara mentally urged her to get on with it so she could go use the bathroom, “Solidarity.”
“At that first party, our fellow sisters saved their fallen comrade from embarrassment. How, I’m sure some of you are asking. Well… they all went in their pants too. Right along with her.”
Kara guessed where this was going, and needed no further encouragement. It was barely voluntary at this point anyway as she opened the proverbial floodgates and soaked her sweatpants.
“Oh! Now that’s a supportive sister right there. Didn’t even need to wait for me to finish. Or couldn’t,” Megan turned a devious smile Kara’s way, “For the rest of you that might be slower on the uptake, you may save your fellow pledge from expulsion if you share her burden.”
One by one, their fellow pledges took Megan up on her offer. Some, like Kara, appeared to be barely containing themselves anyway and let loose immediately. One girl had to squat and concentrate before her flow began. When all the pledges save for one were sporting wet pants, the sorority president turned to the one hold-out.
Marissa.
Throughout the competition she’d maintained her composure with grace and serenity, but now looked close to panic as Megan stood before her.
“What’s this? A dry pair of pants?” Megan made an exaggerated show of stooping to inspect the lack of damage. “Are you leaving a fellow sister hanging high and… wet?
“No! I’m not! I’m just…” the girl trailed off as she began to sob.
“Aww, what’s wrong? Pee shy? Can’t go with this many people watching?” the president teased gently. Marissa’s response was indecipherable through her drunken tears.
Uncharacteristically, Megan seemed to soften, and enveloped the girl in a hug.
“Shh shh shh, it’s ok, it’s ok. Just go in your pants, everyone in this room has before” the tall blonde encouraged the petite brunette while squeezing her tight.
“I can’t!” Kara heard Marissa whisper into the president’s ear,
“I… I’m wearing a diaper,” she admitted quietly.
Kara saw Megan’s face light up, and she pulled away looking studiously down at the girl’s waist.
“Well well well ladies, we have a new development!” A hush fell over the crowd who’d also been encouraging Marissa to wet herself.
“This pledge has already wet herself, for you see sisters, she’s wearing a diaper!”
Marissa buried her head in her hands as the shocked crowd gasped.
“This is a first in Phi Phi Gamma history, and I’ll admit I’m not sure what to do. This pledge was likely the first to pee, but technically she didn’t wet her pants, did she?” The crowd signalled agreement.
“It is quite the conundrum, for another of her fellow pledges was the first to wet her pants,” Megan smiled down at a beet red Olivia, who was still dripping.
“I must admit I’m at a loss for what to do,” the president said with a sigh. “How do we proceed?”
A chorus of suggestions answered her, ranging from starting the contest over, to kicking Marissa out, to kicking Olivia out, and everything in between. A devious thought occurred to Kara, and she shouted over the din to be heard by Megan.
“She can pee until it leaks!”
“Settle down ladies, settle down,” Megan quieted the room, “Now what was that suggestion again, pledge?”
With the whole room’s eyes on her Kara swallowed and tried not to be nervous as she repeated herself.
“She could keep using the diaper until it leaks. Then she’ll have wet her pants too,” she chanced a look at Marissa, hoping she wouldn’t be mad, and saw nothing but gratitude. Kara smiled back at her.
“Excellent! So it shall be. Since it was your suggestion, you can keep an eye on her diapered butt for the rest of the night,” like she wouldn’t have been doing that anyway, “and let us know when she’s successfully wet her pants.”
The girl nodded fiercely, inwardly thanking Megan for the opportunity. Marissa instantly crashed into her with a crushing hug and while whispering thank you over and over again. When she didn’t pull away after a few moments, and while her inhibitions were still lowered from all the alcohol, Kara risked slipping one hand down to her butt.
Yup. That was a diaper alright. What an interesting girl. Marissa made a pleasantly surprised sound, and Kara hoped this would be the start of something wonderful.