Mr. Persuasion- I Love Dances

Chapter 1
First part

Chapter Description: First stage of regression for the hottest girls in school

Formal

Ahh, high school dances, high guys in ties, drunk girls in short skirts, loud music and all the dry humping you can handle. However, this was getting boring, only my third dance and I’m already tired of it; this evening could use a little spice, and I’m just the man for the job.

There’s about 300 hormone or drug charged teenagers in the dark ballroom, almost everyone dancing in a mosh. The outskirts are filled with people who don’t want to dance for one reason or another, fat, ugly, awkward, it doesn’t matter, the outer ring is for people like me, dancing, but not gangbanging in a sweaty crowd. Now the story picks up in the middle, where, “The Beautiful People” are, far from the prying eyes of chaperones and freshmen, where shit goes down.

Tonight I decided to go to the middle, I push and maneuver my way through 50 feet of people and come to a ring, dead center, I look at the faces around the ring, they are the most popular, and I’ll admit it, hottest girls in the school: Junior Michelle Miller, 5’9” with sandy brown hair to her upper back, wearing the classic “little black dress” that showed off her near perfect C-cups. Sophomore Latika Kumar, a tall Indian girl with perky B-cups, and long, dark legs accentuated by her light blue mini-dress. Finally, the Senior of the group, Amy Vanderbilt, the classic blonde bombshell, with the official title of “Best Rack” as decided by every guy at school; I mean they’re easily D-cups, if not DDs, she’s sporting a white island dress with an orange top tonight.

I work my way behind Michelle and start dancing, she smiles, probably drunk. I start a conversation, “Hey, you look pretty good.”

Not one to turn down a compliment, she responds, “Not bad yourself.” I decide she doesn’t deserve anything, yet, and move to contestant two. As I move in behind Latika, we start to dance.

Out of the blue she says, “Ha, you’re kind of a shitty dancer.”

Seeing as I had not missed a single beat that night I retorted, “Are you sure it’s me, maybe you’re a little overconfident in your own dancing.” Now before I continue, let me tell you, I’m not a liar. Not to say I always tell the truth, but if I say something reasonable, it tends to become the truth and people treat it like it always has been. I’m not magic or anything, just... persuasive.

At this Latika turns around and looks me in the eye with a smile, “I’ll show you how wrong you are.” Face to face she starts to gyrate her hips as she wraps her arms around me. The way she spreads her legs I have a clear view of her undergarments, and they’re not so innocent either, it looked like a white lace thong barely covering anything. Now I’m not a perv, but any guy would enjoy that view. However all good things must come to an end, and as she bent down dancing, she fell on her butt, dress riding up to her belly.

I bend down and look her in the eye, “Maybe I was right; you are a little clumsy when it comes to dancing.” A few people glance over, some chuckle, but no one seems to fully pay attention to the fact that one of the most popular girls in school has fallen on her ass with her thong in plain sight, just like I want it. I saw a look of worry on her face, the humiliation she would never live down, I console her “Don’t be scared, no one’s gonna make fun of you. But you should pull down your dress or everyone will see you peeing your thong.” Latika’s eyes widened as she looked down to her waist and sure enough, there was a small stream of pee escaping her thong, she quickly closed her legs and pulled down her dress (It only went to her thighs) as she started to whimper, then cry, the puddle spreading beneath her, finally someone noticed, it was Michelle.

“OMG! Latika, did you just piss yourself?” Latika just quietly cried, and to my pleasant surprise stuck her thumb in her mouth as she began to sob. Michelle laughed, “You look so adorable; everyone will love these photos.” With that she pulled out her phone and took pictures, I ignored her.

“C’mon Latika, lift up your butt so I can slide these wet panties off you.” She silently cooperated, her sobbing now just a sniffle. “That’s a good girl, I’ll get you cleaned up once I’m done with Shelly I left her laying in a small puddle of piss with her vagina clearly exposed. I stood up and turned to face Michelle, still the only person to notice Latika’s predicament in a crowd of hundreds, I closed her phone to grab her attention “You know, maybe you wouldn’t be so quick to judge if you understood how Little Latty feels.” She was about to say something, but I laid her on the ground right next to Latika, she probably got a little wet from the puddle. Once on the ground her mischievous grin was replaced by a look of confusion and fear. I immediately pulled down her black thong and set it aside, then I replaced it with Latika’s white, now light yellow thong, a look of shock came over both girls, after a moment of silence I asked, “Doesn’t feel good, does it Shelly?”

She answered looking to the side, “No it doesn’t”

I smiled, “Now I think you owe Latika an apology.”

“I’m sorry Latika.”

Latika pulled her thumb out of her mouth, “I forgive you.”

I broke in, “I’m glad Latika forgave you, but you have to make it up to her now, by going what she went through.” I pulled the drenched thong off her and threw it to the side, then I put her own back on, “Latika dealt with the shame of wetting herself and you made fun of her, now you should have to do the same.”

“But I can’t just go here!”

“See how easy that was? Now you and Latika are even.”

“What are you talking about?” Michelle then looked down to find she was peeing herself right here, “But, but, I don’t...” She then started crying just like Latika.

Latika giggled “Ha, ha! You peed your panties.”

Michelle stopped crying, “You did it first!” This did not stop Latika’s giggles so Michelle folded her arms over her chest and pouted. I stopped a moment to take in the picture: two, hot girls laying in the middle of a crowded dance floor in a large puddle of urine, both skirts are pulled up to their stomachs, one in a very wet thong, the other naked below the waist except for some high heels, the naked one is on her side pointing and giggling at the wet one who is pouting and staring right at the ceiling, all the while hundreds of kids around us dance as if nothing is happening. I’m broken out of my trance by an angry looking Amy Vanderbilt holding a dripping, black thong and wearing her dress with a yellow splat mark on the back.

“Does this belong to someone over here?” She motioned to the thong.

I calmly reply, “It used to belong to Michelle, but she won’t need it anymore, so you can have it if you like.”

My polite response didn’t seem to help Amy cool down, but when she looked behind me I thought her head would fall off, “Is that Latika and Michelle?!”

“Oh, yes, speaking of which let’s have a contest; if you win, I’ll apologize and buy you a new dress, if I win you forget our little misunderstanding and come home with us tonight.”

Amy looked confused at first, but soon it clicked in her head that this was normal, “Alright what’s the contest?”

I paused and smiled, “Well, these two,” I nodded to the two girls, “Probably need more protection than a thong can offer. I think they should be diapered for the night ?cause they’re a little tired.” With that I pulled out two large bags and gave on to Amy, “First one to clean, powder and change their charge wins, got it?”

Amy scoffed, “Yeah I agree, but I’ve babysat before, I doubt you can even change a diaper.”

I grinned, “We’ll see, I get Latika, you get Michelle...Go!” So surrounded by dancing teens there were two people diapering two other people as fast as they could.

I started by standing Latika up and wiping her privates with a baby wipe, while holding up her mini-dress; she didn’t like where it was going and respectfully discussed her concerns, “What the fuck are you doing?!” This turned a few heads, but they quickly went back to dancing.

“Hey, that’s not a word a girl like you should be using,” I pulled out an apple flavored pacifier and popped it in her mouth, she started to spit it out, but then started sucking, guess she like the flavor, she relaxed and let me continue. I laid her on a cleaner spot of floor and saw from the corner of my eye that Amy was still battling Michelle, trying to take off her sodden thong; I chuckled, in the bag. I calmly laid a diaper under her then sprinkled and rubbed in powder, she gave soft moans of approval, I the taped her up and smoothed out her dress. I looked over at Amy who was now quickly wiping Michelle, I guess she finally tore off the thong.

As Amy finished powdering and diapering Michelle, I cleared my throat, she looked up and glared at me then saw Latika standing shyly behind me, “Damn it.”

I spoke triumphantly down to the kneeling Amy, “Looks like years of babysitting don’t make you much more grown up.”

She talked to the floor in defeat, “You...must’ve cheated or something.”

I shook my head, “Oh Amy, so much to learn, but as to our agreement it looks like you’re coming with me, you need it anyway.” I added the last part as a little trickle escaped Amy. Noticing that, she sprang up and ran to the Ladies room; I quickly made my way out with the two other girls. After a few minutes waiting outside the door, I walked in with the other two only to find Amy trying to dry up the floor and herself with paper towels. I just laughed, “Amy, really? If you had asked I would’ve helped; here, lay down.” She did and as I unwrapped her dress I tried not to stare at the best ass of the night, which was saying something since I saw two other, great ones, “I’m out of diapers, but I can’t have you having an accident on my upholstery.”

“I never have accidents, this was my first, I’m not a baby like them, I can hold it, please!” She sounded desperate, like a little girl trying to convince her parent to buy her a new toy.

“Well Amy, you haven’t shown me you can hold it so I can’t take your word, but I have a solution.” With that I pulled out the two, wet thongs; as I slid the first one up her legs she didn’t notice what it was ?til it slid between her cheeks and she heard the wet slap of the waistband against her hips.

“No, this has their baby pee on it, gross!” She squirmed and struggled, but only made it worse by having it ride up her ass and camel toe her, the second one she didn’t struggle.

“There, now you have a thick layer of protection and should make it home with that dress around you. Besides, it’ll put you closer to Latika and Michelle.” We started walking out to my car leaving the dance behind.

Amy was grumpy, “I don’t wanna be closer to those babies!” I opened the passenger door to my car and folded the seat forward then helped Latika and Michelle get in.

I looked to Amy behind me, “What are you waiting for? Get in.”

She said, “I was gonna sit in front with you.”

I chuckled, “Don’t be silly, sit in the back with your little, sleeping friends.”

Amy was getting angry and stomped her foot, “No! You’ve been treating me like a little kid all night and I’m not, I’m a Senior! Stop treating me like a little fuckin bab-” I cut her off by yanking down her dress and bending her over to spank (The thong didn’t cover her cheeks).

“Amy, don’t yell at me, and don’t ever swear!” I said this as I came down hard on her firm, perfect ass; yes I did enjoy watching as I spanked her. After about fifteen swats she started crying and I stopped, “Are you ready to behave?” She nodded weakly and I rubbed some lotion into her glowing cheeks, I’m sure I enjoyed that more than she did; I rubbed into spots I hadn’t even touched, when she started moaning, I realized she had enough lotion to cool her cheeks.

After this, I helped her crawl into the back next to the other girls who were sound asleep, I put the chair back up and started to drive. It wasn’t five minutes before I looked in the rearview to see Amy, sucking her thumb asleep on Michelle’s lap. I almost felt like taking a picture: Three, well-developed teens in my backseat, asleep; two in bulging dresses, the third wearing two wet thongs, sucking her thumb in the other’s lap. It was gonna be a great weekend.