Unfinished and also I have no idea what I meant by the line “Must be saving up for hurricane season.” I wrote this one a while back as well and that line just doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe it will to someone who reads this. I have no plans to finish this story.
Dream Accident (for lack of better title)
Sarah found herself at the bank working her normal customer service desk job. It was slow at work today, with only a few clients coming in and putting in money.
“Must be saving up for hurricane season,” thought Sarah. Sarah sighed and sat back in her chair, waiting for the manager to return and perhaps assign her something to do other than sit around. “Or maybe not,” she thought, “Since he seems to not take me too seriously.” Sarah was at the age of 30, qualified as a fully grown woman. She was beautiful by the standards of the era, which is why, or at least she thought, she was hired for the bank job. Her breasts were large, but not too large, her teeth were perfect, and her legs were as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Gorgeous as she was, she was also rather intelligent, easily over-qualified for the job she worked. But she didn’t work her job for pleasure, but rather the great amount of money she raked in each year. She was married to the man of her dreams, and brought in more money than him. Emasculating as she thought it would be to him, he didn’t seem to mind. They were content with the way things were and didn’t want to see them change anytime soon.
Working along with Sarah were two other employees, Carrissa and Amber. They both were young teenagers at 19 each, but easy to get along with. They were both fairly attractive as well, leading Sarah to think there was a pattern with employees hired. Suddenly, Sarah heard the door open. She shook herself from her thoughts and turned to the door. She watched as three large men entered with huge empty sacks, backpacks on their backs, and masks covering their faces. One of them pulled two guns from the front of his pants and aimed them at Carrissa and Amber, who were behind the service windows.
“Don’t even think about touching the button!” yelled the man.
“You, over there behind the desk! Down on the floor and stay there!” yelled another man. Sarah screamed and dropped to the ground.
“This is unreal. This can’t be happening!” she thought as she lay on the ground.
“The money, now,” demanded the man with the gun to the young bank employees. Carrissa opened a drawer and handed the man all the money inside of it.
“And the vault. Take us there,” ordered another robber.
“We don’t have the key,” whimpered Carrissa.
“Then you take us,” said a robber to Sarah. She pointed a gun at her and bade her to rise. Sarah got up and stared at the gun pointing at her. She felt her bladder weaken, but held herself together.
“Lead us to the vault and you’ll be okay,” commanded the robber. Sarah led the man to the vault and opened it. The man ran inside and took as much money and gold as possible. He brought it out to his fellows and filled their sacks with it.
“Tie them up and let’s leave,” said their leader. The two robbers tied the three girls to their own chair behind the counter, gagged them, and got ready to leave. They saw a cop car pull up to the bank and stopped in their tracks.
“How?” asked their leader, “Never mind that, just lock the door and stay in control.” The robbers locked the doors to the bank and the cops saw them. They called in backup and prepared to siege the bank.
“With the hostages, we’re in control,” said the leader, “Don’t forget that.”
“Come out with your hands up!” yelled a cop on a megaphone.
“We have hostages!” yelled the leader, “You want them alive, you get out of here! We’re going to kill one every hour until you leave!” The leader rose his gun up and fired at the ceiling. The girls screamed and the leaders went off to make sure the bank was secure. Carrissa looked over at the other two, her eyes filled with fear. She began squirming about and seconds later, the girls heard a squishing noise. Instantly, they saw her pants turning brown at the bottom and crotch, as well as growing in size. Carrissa continued to squirm and the girls noticed she was crapping her pants. Carrissa came to a stop and looked at the girls, nearly in tears. The smell filled the room and Sarah realized her bladder was nearly ready to burst. She hadn’t gone to the bathroom in a few hours and was just about to before the robbers entered. She felt her bladder slowly weaken, but she tried to hold on. She squirmed about as she slowly lost control. The other girls looked over at her and Sarah closed her eyes as she tried to hold on. She opened them after a few seconds and her bladder relaxed. A warm stream of urine filled her pants and streamed down her legs. Her pants darkened in the front as she wet herself. She came to a stop, her pants soaking wet. At that moment, the robbers returned.
“Hah, hah, look at this. These two girlies had accidents already,” laughed the leader, “Well, we’ve prepared for this. Get the diapers.” One of the other robbers pulled out a package of adult pampers from his backpack as well as baby powder and wipes. The girls stared at them in horror, especially Amber. The robbers grabbed a diaper each and walked over to one of the girls. The leader walked over to Sarah and unzipped her pants. He pulled them down to her ankles and slid them off her feet. Sarah tried to squirm about, but the leader held her still. He slid down her panties next and opened up the diaper. He cleaned up Sarah a bit and powdered her diaper area. He slid the diaper underneath her butt and fastened it up. Sarah looked down at the thick diaper she now wore.
“Designed to keep in big girl accidents,” said the leader, “So don’t you worry.” The leader squeezed the crotch of Sarah’s diaper and moved on.
The other robber diapering Carrissa had a harder time. He unzipped Carrissa’s pants and began to pull them down. Poop filled the back of the pants, but he kept it in as he slid them down.
“Wow, looks like these diapers came a little too late,” said the robber. He slid down Carrissa’s panties next and held them up for the others to see.
“Look at this. She made a hole in them!” laughed the robber. The other robbers laughed and left Carrissa in her shame. The robber threw powder onto Carrissa and slid the diaper under her. He fastened it up and walked away. Amber was diapered as well and the robbers gathered around her.
“Let’s see how much these hold so we know when we should change our babies,” ordered the leader. He returned to his backpack and pulled a pill out from it. He took out the gag, shoved it in Amber’s mouth, and put the gag back in. Amber was forced to swallow the pill. A few minutes passed by and Amber felt pain in her bladder. The leader walked behind Amber and began to tickle her sides. Amber moved about as she felt her bladder weaken from the tickling. She lost control and pee streamed into her thick diaper. She continued to pee and the front of her diaper turned yellow. It swelled up a little bit as she wet herself and the leader stopped tickling her. Amber came to a finish, her diaper filled in the front with her own piss.
The leader turned and aimed his gun at Sarah. Sarah felt her bladder weaken again and she wet her diaper a little bit. The leader moved his gun away and Sarah sat in her wet diaper.
“It’s over. Just wake up,” Sarah heard a voice in her head say. She sat confused and the world around her began to fade.
Sarah awoke in her bed, feeling a warmness between her legs. She opened her eyes and lifted up the sheets, looking down at her crotch. She saw that she had wet the bed, big time. Some of it was even touching her husband. Her husband, Brian, awoke and looked at the wetness in the bed.
“Did you wet the bed?” Brian asked Sarah, confused. Sarah looked down at her wet panties and back at her husband with fear in her eyes.
“This is a problem,” Brian said, “Stay here, clean the sheets, and I’ll be right back.” Sarah nodded in her shame and looked down at her crotch.
“How could I wet the bed? I’m a grown woman with a great job,” she asked herself. Her husband left the room and she got up from the bed. She took off her panties and cleaned herself off. Once done, she took the sheets off the bed and threw them into the washer. She returned to her room, still only in her panties and sat on the bed. She heard the front door open and her husband walked into the room with a large bag.
“What do you have there?” asked Sarah. Brian ignored her and set the bag down on the bed.
“Look for yourself,” he said. Sarah looked into the bag and found the contents of it to be adult huggies, baby powder, and wipes.
“What are these?” Sarah asked.
“Those are what you’ll be wearing from now on,” Brian said, “If you’re going to wet the bed like a baby, you can dress like one too.”
“But, it was only one accident,” Sarah said, “I’ve never had one before in my whole life.”
“It doesn’t matter. Now, can you put them on or shall I?” asked Brian.
“Brian, I’m 30 years old! I’m a grown woman! I don’t need to wear diapers!” Sarah complained, near to tears.
“Looks like I’ll have to,” Brian said, walking over to the bed and pulling out the package of diapers. He opened it up and pulled one out. He handed it to Sarah and she opened it up. She looked at the inside of it, as if thinking about wearing it, but threw it to the ground seconds later.
“No, I’m too old to be wearing diapers,” Sarah said. Brian sighed and pushed his wife down onto the bed. He grabbed the diaper off the ground and Sarah went to move back up. Brian held her down and slid down her panties. Sarah tried to struggle, but her husband held her down firmly. He slid her panties off and powdered his wife’s diaper area. Next, he slid the diaper underneath her butt and fastened it up. He reached back inside the bag and pulled out another diaper, this one slightly bigger with locking sides. He fastened it over his wife’s first diaper and locked the sides. He let go of his wife and walked away. Sarah sat up and tried to remove the diapers she wore.
“Take these off of me!” Sarah yelled. In one swift move, Brian grabbed Sarah by the arm, sat down on the bed, and pulled Sarah over his lap. He began to spank her behind until she calmed down. Sarah nearly broke into tears and Brian stood her up.
“You will wear these diapers, my baby,” Brian said, “So get used to it. Now, it’s time for you to take a nap.” He pulled out a pill from the bag and pinned down Sarah on the bed, face-first, her butt in the air. Sarah looked back as her husband undid her diapers. He pulled them down in the back, revealing her naked butt. He shoved the pill into her behind and she jolted. Brian fastened up the diapers again and locked them on his wife. He sat his wife down on the bed and walked out of the room.
“Dammit, what am I going to do?” Sarah asked herself, “And what did he put in me?” Brian returned a few moments later, with a bottle filled with milk in hand. He inserted it into Sarah’s mouth and forced her to drink it. Sarah continued to drink it and she felt her eyes dropping. Her husband grabbed the bottle from her and she fell back onto the bed, asleep.
Sarah woke up some time later and gasped as she looked at her room. Her dresser had been replaced by a changing table with a few diapers on it and she was sleeping inside of a large crib. She felt that she had to poop and sat up. She saw that the crib had a roof and that she wouldn’t be able to escape. The strain on her bowels was starting to become serious. She tried to get out, not wanting to poop her diapers, but was locked in. Brian walked in and walked up to her.
“Oh, baby’s awake, is she?” Brian asked.
“I have to use the bathroom, Brian. Let me go,” Sarah said.
“Oh no. I won’t do that. You’re wearing your bathroom,” Brian said, “Do you have to make a B.M.?” Sarah nodded reluctantly and felt gas release from her behind. Brian made a face and Sarah lost it. On her knees, Sarah began to dump a load into her diapers. She tried to hold on, gritting her teeth as she did so. She felt poop squeeze out of her behind and land in the back of her diaper. She gasped as more pushed its way out. A minute passed and her diapers were filled.
“All done?” asked Brian.
“I can’t believe this. I pooped in diapers. I’m in diapers and I crapped them,” thought Sarah, taking it all in. She began to cry as the smell from the contents of her diapers filled the room.
“Oh no. Baby made a boom-boom in her diapers,” cooed Brian, “Let’s change our dirty baby.” Brian unlocked the crib and let Sarah out. He picked her up and lifted her onto the changing table. He pulled out a diaper and undid both of Sarah’s. He cleaned up his baby of a wife and slid the fresh diaper under her. He fastened up the diaper as well as the locking one.
“Time for worky, baby Sarah,” Brian cooed.
“Don’t call me that. I’m not a baby,” Sarah growled. Brian laughed at her and pointed at her diapers.
“Then what do you have to say of those?” asked Brian, “Now come on, let’s go get you some food and off to work.”