Amanda just sat there, teeth gritted and fists clenched as she read through the comments section of her video on MeTube. She sent them an email requesting that they take down the video because it was posted without her consent, but so far, it was still up, and comments kept pouring in. Hours had passed and most of the girls left to have dinner early before the party. She of course wasn’t invited, and they made a point to tell her. She couldn’t help but think about how babyish and immature she was, having accidents in the middle of the day and peeing in the bed. She hated herself!
There was no way she could repair her relationship with Lacey or the other girls, and her accident and this video were probably enough to ruin what little reputation she had gained and make her the butt of the joke for the entire campus. Amanda put her head down and sniffled. Tears fell onto her keyboard. It just wasn’t fair!
“Hiss!” Amanda looked down and gave a gasp as she realized she was peeing her pants again! Like the last times, she barely felt it and didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late to do anything about it. She moved her laptop out of the way so that she wouldn’t get it wet while she tried to stop herself, but of course, that failed, and she made another puddle. She panicked and started crying again. Her body was betraying her!
Just then, there was a knock on her door. It was probably Lacey or Ginger, and when they saw her accident, they were probably going to be livid. Amanda made a feeble attempt to cover her accident by crouching down over it. Hopefully, if she didn’t move, she would be able to hide what happened. Amanda froze as the knob turned.
She winced, expecting to see one of her sorority sisters.
“Hey, are you okay?” a male voice asked.
Amanda looked up and noticed a very tall guy with curly brown hair. He looked like he was at least six feet. Maybe he was a basketball player and one of the other girls’ boyfriends? Amanda wasn’t sure and right now she was embarrassed, scared, and annoyed. She muttered a quick “yes” and stayed frozen.
“Okay, look, I’m a worker at the clinic here on campus, and I saw the video of your accident,” the man said.
Amanda looked up and started crying. She was so embarrassed and scared. What did this person want? She imagined pain, humiliation, embarrassment, but the next sensation she felt was a hand on her shoulder. She flinched in annoyance and would have told him to leave her alone, but right now she was an emotional mess so she just leaned into it.
“It’s okay,” he whispered.
Amanda just shook and whimpered. This was probably a trick one of the other girls planned. This guy might be secretly filming her for all she knew, but right now it was just nice to have the illusion of someone who cared, who wanted to understand, who was still willing to treat her like a human being, to treat her like a grown—
“Braaaap!” A loud announcement from Amanda’s backside made her jump. The arms that were around her suddenly disappeared.
“Ew!” the guy said. His tone didn’t sound like Lacey or one of the other girls scolding her sounded, though. It had a lighter feel to it. If Amanda didn’t know any better, she’d guess it was almost…playful? She looked up to see the guy smiling and fanning the air.
“I think you should probably go to the bathroom,” he said with something of a playful smile. Amanda smiled back in spite of herself. She could now add farting in front of a cute guy after hiding that she wet her pants to her ever-increasing list of excruciatingly embarrassing moments.
Instead of moving, Amanda stayed frozen. She whimpered again and started crying.
“Hey! Look, it’s going to be okay, alright?” the guy said.
“How do I know that? How do I know Ginger or one of my sorority sisters didn’t send you to make fun of me?!” Amanda demanded.
“Okay. Okay. Calm down. No, I’m not with any of those girls. I help out at the health clinic on campus, and I think you’ve been experiencing urinary incontinence,” the guy paused and studied Amanda for a few seconds. “In fact, if that stain on your crotch and the smell in this room is any indication, you’ve definitely been experiencing urinary incontinence.”
Amanda blushed and looked at his face. It was more serious now, less playful. She felt kind of like a little kid being scolded by an older sibling. She was mortified, but she felt so isolated that part of her was just happy to have the attention. She felt nausea in the pit of her stomach. “Poot!” Amanda cringed.
“…and if you don’t go to the bathroom soon, you might just poop your pants,” the guy said with a bemused look on his face. He had his arms crossed and was clearly expecting her to follow his orders.
Hesitantly, Amanda moved from her crouched position, allowing the guy to get a full view of the stain on her crotch and the puddle on the floor.
“Go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. I’ll bring you some fresh clothes,” the guy offered.
Amanda’s face became red with embarrassment, but she felt a hint of giddiness as she accepted the guy’s offer and trudged off to the bathroom.
Once she was in the bathroom, she plopped herself on the toilet. Her cheeks continued to burn at the idea of someone seeing her in such a vulnerable position, but it didn’t feel like he was trying to mock her or put her down. She found herself liking this person immensely even though she didn’t know him.
Turning her attention back to her body’s needs, she squeezed just a little and farted again. She didn’t really feel like she needed to go that badly, but—
“Plop!” Amanda wasn’t sure what she heard hit the water. Her bowels didn’t feel full, except for maybe a little bit of gas, and there was hardly anything in her bladder. She was surprised when she stood up and saw a huge solid mass of poop in the toilet. It looked like it might have occupied a good portion of her colon! She wondered if it came out of her or if she just sat on a dirty toilet and didn’t notice. She decided to wipe her butt anyway and was surprised when she encountered a sticky mess. She used almost a whole roll of toilet paper to get herself clean before finishing up in the shower.
While she was in the process of cleaning herself, there was a knock at the door. She froze, expecting Lacey or one of the other girls.
“Okay, here’s a change of pants. Are you sure you don’t want to wear a dress? I saw some cute ones in your—”
“Positive! Those short frilly dresses make me look like I’m a toddler!”
The response was a sarcastic evil laugh that kind of unnerved Amanda. She froze for a minute, expecting him to reveal the evil game the sorority sisters were playing and expose what an immature baby she was. Instead, she heard plastic rustling.
“I left a surprise for you along with the pants,” the guy said cryptically before exiting the bathroom.
Amanda continued to stand in the shower as her thoughts nervously raced. Why was she even trusting some random guy anyway? She should have told him to just leave. He probably was affiliated with Lacey or even Ginger, maybe some guy from the neighboring fraternities here to mock her? She quivered and shook and felt small and humiliated as she rinsed herself off.
Once she exited the shower, she checked for whatever clothes were left for her. Hanging on the bathroom door were a pair of her dress pants and sitting on the vanity area was…a pair of training pants?! Amanda fumed as she looked at the somewhat embarrassing gift. She wasn’t going to wear those! She got dressed and walked out, holding the babyish-looking medical garments.
Weirdly, the guy was standing right outside the bathroom door. “Why aren’t you wearing your trainers?” he asked.
“Because I’m an adult! Adults don’t wear diapers!” Amanda said.
The guy sighed and rolled his eyes. “Look, sweetheart, you don’t have to wear them, but right now you don’t know when you have to pee, and you’re going to have accidents without protection. I’m just trying to save you some embarrassment at the clinic.”
Amanda paused and looked at the training pants in her hand. They looked very ugly, like diaper versions of granny panties with a huge bulky pad where the crotch and bum sit. She felt a twinge in her bladder, though, and started to remember all of the accidents she had that day. Reluctantly, she went back into the bathroom and re-emerged with the tell-tale padding poking out at her bum area.
“That’s much better, isn’t it?” the guy asked.
Amanda let out a sigh. “I’m just hoping they can figure out what’s wrong so I can explain all of this and get back to my life,” she said.
The guy led Amanda outside. “Look, the clinic is just down the road. You can walk with me or you can take your car if you know where to go.”
Amanda let out a sigh. “How about we both take my car, and you can show me where it is?” she suggested.
“Now that I think about it, that’s probably a better idea,” the tall guy responded. “I’m Todd by the way, and you are?”
“Amanda, Amanda Granger.”
“Nice to meet you, Amanda.”
Linda was watching the entire exchange and trying not to giggle at how ridiculously smooth Todd, a Tweener, was when interacting with the non-regressed Littles. Poor little Amanda was practically eating out of his hand!
The scientists finally contacted her earlier that day. She quickly explained the trouble she observed with Amanda, and they agreed to intervene and take her to the new dimension early so that she could meet her caregivers, settle in, and hopefully recover from all of this unintended trauma.
She did actually try to save Amanda from her fate when she was finally contacted by someone responsible for the experiment, but of course, they told her they were not willing to cancel the experiment at this point. Amanda was already close enough to being completely diaper dependent to be transferred to their dimension and assigned to an Amazon caregiver for the remainder of the experiment, so stopping the experiment now would just be a waste of time.
Linda acted like she understood and didn’t press the issue. After all, it was at least a relief that Amanda was going to finally get a break. Those girls were especially mean, and she hoped they wouldn’t go unpunished. Todd was such a good sport. He did mention having some “treats” he could spike their food or drink with if he took care of Amanda in enough time to make it to the party. Linda actually found herself smiling at the idea, even though she usually hated to see Littles humiliated. These girls deserved it.
Most of that stuff worked after just a few seconds of being ingested, so there would be a good chance those mean girls would look like total buffoons. She hoped someone would be there to get it on camera. It would be fair payback for sharing the MeTube video. It looked like things were finally looking up for Amanda, at least a little.
Linda hated that she couldn’t convince them to cancel the experiment entirely, though. Littles who wound up in her dimension usually didn’t come back, and they sometimes regressed so far that they forgot their past lives. Continuing the experiment really wasn’t a perfect solution, especially with their little test subject’s deep insecurities and emotional instability. If she was humiliated by having a few accidents in public and cried about being treated like a baby now, how would she react when it became her life in the other dimension?
She was hoping they’d at least found Amanda a good patient caregiver. Of course, she was assured by the scientists that Amanda would be under wonderful care, but Linda knew that Littles were little more than pets to most Amazons, and a “caring household” could mean lots of things for Littles that it wouldn’t mean for Amazons. Littles could be adopted by daycares and taken care of by robots, having little to no human contact. Littles could be illegally sold to Little mills where they would be bred and their offspring would be sold. Littles could be admitted to “etiquette schools” where they’d have their teeth removed and be conditioned to act just like babies before being sold to often careless Amazon caregivers. There were some who treated Littles as little more than living dolls. Linda shuddered just thinking about it. She really hoped they found decent Amazons to care for the Littles who agreed to participate in the experiment.
“Ow,” Amanda said. Linda turned her attention back to the camera feed, courtesy of a hidden camera in Todd’s shirt collar. Amanda was getting her reflexes taken and going through the motions of a general physical. Todd pretended to whisper something to the doctor, and now the doctor was asking her questions about a urinary tract infection and getting details about her incontinence, when did it start? How frequent is it? Things like that. It all looked like a very standard examination.
The only difference was the doctor was from Linda’s dimension and was actually helping prepare Amanda for transfer. The scientists planned to intercept her at the clinic and take her to the transfer location under the pretense of helping her with her incontinence. It was a bit underhanded and sneaky, but at least it would give the girl some relief from the bullies and the trouble her newly developing diaper dependency was causing for her.
Amanda cringed as she found herself answering embarrassing question after embarrassing question about her bathroom habits. Todd of course stayed in the room, the doctor claiming that Todd was actually one of the medical students in training, and he needed to observe their interactions so that he could understand some of the procedures the doctor was doing. This would all be okay if Amanda hadn’t met Todd at her house prior to all of this, but she did, and right now, this whole scenario was leaving her feeling violated.
They used a little machine on her to take pictures of her bladder and try to pinpoint where the incontinence was coming from. They determined that whatever was causing it wasn’t induced by poisons like she feared, and that would have been a relief, except they hinted that they had no idea what was causing it or how to stop it!
They also got a good look at what was happening when her bladder decided to release and make her wet her pull-up. Amanda just lay there watching the screen show urine draining from her bladder as she felt the warm wetness soak into the padding under her crotch. All she could do was smile sheepishly when the people in the room asked her if she felt better after she finished. It was extremely embarrassing!
The whole examination took a few hours, and she was signed up for a number of procedures, including removing all of her body hair. She didn’t really want to argue with this one, because girls were supposed to look better with no body hair anyway, but she wondered if it would hurt when they removed it from her more eh-hum sensitive areas.
She was soon wheeled into a room, stripped out of all of her clothes, directed to remove any metal from her skin, and put into a tunnel-like device. Amanda gasped as she saw a giant red light coming toward her; it looked scary. She closed her eyes, not sure what to expect. A few seconds of extreme heat later, it was all over. She was pulled out of the tunnel-like device, allowed to put her clothes back on, and given a fresh pull-up.
Amanda looked at her skin with a sense of wonder. There was no hair anywhere on her body! There was none on her legs, arms, neck, face, or privates. The only place that still had hair was her head. She smiled at the doctors as she was wheeled back into the examination room.
Linda was still watching the screen. They were pulling off this charade pretty nicely, and Amanda didn’t seem suspicious of very much. Unbeknownst to Amanda, the reason the examination was taking so long was that the transport device was still being prepared. They needed to make sure it was calibrated correctly and tested well before they sent anyone through it. Without taking these steps, a test subject could wind up in a completely different dimension or even an entirely different plane of existence. As much fun as that was to fantasize about, it could be a nightmare if it actually happened.
Linda watched the doctor catheterize Amanda for a urine sample before sending her back into the lobby to wait while they got the results. Linda continued to listen to the doctor and Todd since the cameras were mostly off of Amanda for now.
“We aren’t going to be able to transfer her today,” the doctor informed Todd.
“Really? Why?” Todd asked.
“The researchers who run the portal had a problem today, and it would be dangerous to attempt a transfer without them unless it’s an absolute emergency. She’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”
“Oh. I’ll…let her know you want her to come back tomorrow, then,” Todd said.
After leaving the doctor’s office, Todd put his head down and let out a long sigh. Linda shared the sentiment. Amanda was going to have to spend another night with those awful girls! She balled up her fist and lightly hit the console in frustration.
Amanda fidgeted in the lobby. Even though the catheter wasn’t kept in her, she couldn’t shake the idea that she needed to pee. She even went to the bathroom a few times to try to get rid of the feeling, but she couldn’t really push anything out.
Todd came back to the lobby. Amanda jumped when she saw him. “Hey, so, the doctor says you have a slight urinary tract infection. It may be the cause of your incontinence, but he wants to run some more tests tomorrow. How early can you get here?”
“I can be here first thing in the morning. I’ll just skip class. This is more important anyway,” Amanda replied.
Todd nodded. “Well, here’s your prescription for the antibiotics the doctor recommends; you’re free to go back home.”
Amanda took the script out of Todd’s hand, being careful not to snatch it this time. She then continued to awkwardly stare at Todd.
“Do you need a ride or something? Is your shift over, just beginning?” Amanda offered.
Todd gave an uncomfortable laugh. “Florence Nightingale Syndrome much, Amanda? No, I’m fine. I have some work to catch up on here, and I’m pretty sure a grown girl like you doesn’t need an escort. Go home!” Todd said.
“Okay…if you’re sure,” Amanda said.
“I’m sure. Go home. Oh, and don’t forget to get that prescription filled!”
Amanda felt decidedly better than she did this morning as she got into her car. There actually were people on this campus who cared! She felt a small shiver of pleasure as she thought about how open and vulnerable she had been and somehow nothing bad had happened.
She made a quick stop to get her prescription filled, which was thankfully uneventful except for some slight giggling by the pharmacy assistants. She was surprised when she not only received a bottle of antibiotics but also a large white box of…something. She wasn’t exactly sure. Maybe she’d find out what it was tomorrow?
She entered the parking lot for the sorority houses. Still empty. Everyone must have been at that party. She took a deep breath and walked into the house with a little confidence and spring in her step.
It was too early to go to bed, and it didn’t look like her mattress was back from being cleaned anyway, so she decided to spend time in the common area. She retrieved her laptop computer and went to one of the tables. The first website she checked was MeTube to find out if the video had been removed. Clicking on the link finally brought up a “video unavailable” message. She sat back and sighed in relief. Maybe this nightmare was finally ending?