Squad Baby: The Cheerleaders' Secret Mascot: A Dark MDLB ABDL Cheerleader Humiliation Romance Featuring Diapers, Discipline, and Sweet Cruelty

It started with a fall.

One stupid, clumsy fall that changed everything.

Jamie wasn't the kind of guy people noticed-at least, not in a good way. He wasn't popular. Wasn't athletic. Wasn't anything, really. He blended in like wallpaper: quiet, average, maybe a little awkward. The kind of guy who stayed out of trouble, kept his head down, and hoped no one remembered his name by the end of the semester.

But that day, he was running.

It was late-close to sunset. The gym hallway was empty, echoing with the squeak of his sneakers. He wasn't even sure why he ran anymore. Just another PE class turned nightmare. The jocks thought it was hilarious to mess with him. Snap his waistband. Steal his shoes. Push him into lockers when no one was looking.

So when they started chasing him-just for laughs, they said-he ran.

Panicked, breathless, he ducked into the first open door he could find. He slammed it shut behind him, heart pounding, and realized too late it wasn't a classroom. It was the cheer squad's private locker room.

He froze. The scent hit him first-sweet perfume, warm fabric, something unmistakably feminine in the air. Duffle bags lay everywhere, open and overflowing. Colorful bras, glossy lipsticks, short skirts folded on top of extra pom-poms. For a moment, he just stood there, too stunned to move.

Then he tripped.

One bag was right under his foot. He crashed forward, catching himself against the edge of the bench-but not before landing face-first in a pile of soft fabric.

Panties. Lacy, girly, unmistakably worn panties.

He scrambled back like they burned him, but it was too late.

The door opened behind him with a soft click.

And in stepped Talia.

Captain of the cheer squad. Queen of the school. Beautiful, commanding, the kind of girl who knew how to break people with just a smile.

She stopped. Her eyes flicked to the panties in his hand, to the panic on his face, to his mouth fumbling for words.

"Wow," she said, cool and sharp. "Caught red-handed."

He stammered. "I-I wasn't-I swear, I just fell-"

Click.

She raised her phone. One photo. Just one. Him crouched there, face flushed, panties in his fist.

"You know, perverts like you don't usually get second chances," she murmured, tapping her screen casually. "But I'm feeling generous today."

Jamie's stomach dropped.

"So here's what's going to happen," she said, stepping closer. "You're going to do exactly what I say. No arguing, no whining. You're going to be a good little boy for me and my girls. And if you even think of saying no..."
She showed him the photo.
"Police. Principal. Maybe your mommy. You choose."

His throat dried. He nodded. He didn't know what else to do.

That was the start.

The next day, she slipped him a package under the lunch table. "Your uniform," she whispered.

Inside: a training pacifier, a folded diaper, and a note:

Try it on tonight. Send a pic. Or else.

His hands shook the whole night.

She didn't tell the rest of the squad immediately-she wanted to play with him first. Diapers under his pants. Bottles instead of cups. Whispered commands in the hallway: "Crinkle louder when you walk." "Hold my books like a good boy." "Wanna earn your paci today?"

He obeyed. Not because he liked it. At least, that's what he told himself.

But it got worse.

One afternoon, she told him they were going to do a "private rehearsal"-just the girls and their new "team baby." They dressed him in a cheer skirt, pink and way too short. When he hesitated, asking for something to wear underneath, she giggled.

"Of course, silly. Wear this."

She handed him the thickest, crinkliest diaper he had ever seen.

"No one's gonna see. It's just us girls."

He believed her.