PART 18
Walking through her upstairs hallway, Maddie could her hear mother talking downstairs. She hoped whatever phone call she was making would be wrapped up quick, since she wanted to be changed as soon as possible. Maddie began to descend her staircase and she could she see her mother sitting at their kitchen table, talking to someone just out of view. As Maddie continued down the stairs, her heart sank. It’s was Angela’s mother.
“Mrs. Harper!” Maddie blurted out in surprise. Amy and Mrs. Harper, both smiling, broke off their conversation and turn to Maddie.
“Hello Maddie!” Mrs. Harper said, smiling. “Did you sleep well? I was beginning to think I wasn’t going to see you today.”
Maddie continued slowly down the stairs. “What are you doing here?”
“Your mother and I were just…” Mrs. Harper turned to Amy, looking for guidance on how to phrase it.
“We were just trading parenting tips.” Amy said confidently.
“Right, parenting tips.” Mrs. Harper added.
“You see, Maddie,” Amy began, “yesterday when you were giving me the silent treatment, I decided to call up Brenda and find out what you and Angela were up to the other night. I figured it couldn’t have been anything good.”
Maddie’s heart was beating faster and faster. She was quiet, listening intently, and walking slowly towards the kitchen.
“It was quite lucky your mother called me, Maddie,” Brenda Harper said. “It just so happened that I was being notified about some unusual charges from a nightclub called ‘Garnet Hall’, the same night Amy told me you were there with my daughter.”
Maddie’s eyes grew wider.
“Angela told me she was somewhere else entirely, but after some questioning, she admitted to going to the club and using my money to pay for drinks, and God knows what else.”
“I told Brenda how you had been caught doing something similar,” Amy said, “and I was happy to tell her all about how we’ve been working through that mistake the past month.”
Maddie’s eyes began to water. All the effort to hide her diapers from her friends, and her mother went and explained it all on the last day of her punishment.
“It sounds… unusual, but it looks like Amy’s method is producing some good results!” Brenda said cheerfully. “I just have a few more questions and I will have to see if it will work for our family as well.”
Maddie’s lip began to quiver. Not only was her secret out, but even hanging out with Maddie at all was a liability to her friends. Angela might end up in the very same predicament simply because she decided to include Maddie in a night out.
Amy noticed her daughter beginning to falter. “Honey, don’t be upset. It’s all behind us now, your punishment is over. C’mon, let’s get you changed.”
Maddie took a deep breath, and still trying to process what she just heard, slowly turned around and began to head towards the stairs for a change, customarily in her room when she was messy.
“Where are you going? I have the changing mat set up down here in the living room.” Amy said, matter-of-factly.
Maddie turned around with a pained look of surprise on her face. “What? Mom, please, not down her, not with Mrs. Harper…” she implored.
“That’s why she’s over here in the first place! She wanted to see how this whole system was playing out in person. Now c’mon.”
Amy stood up from the kitchen table and walked towards the living room. Brenda got up and quickly followed, turning to Maddie. “Don’t worry,” she smirked, “it’s not the first messy diaper change for any one of us here. Just pretend I’m not here.”
Maddie tried to think of an excuse, but she soon relented and followed behind Brenda. She could see her mother grabbing a pack of wet wipes and sitting down near the blue changing mat. Amy looked at her daughter and patted the diaper mat without saying a word, as if it was the most routine part of her day.
Maddie began to pull down her pajamas, with her mother and Brenda watching intently. Before she could fully get them off, Amy chimed in, “Brenda, see here? You can see she is wet, and a little messy, but this is actually the second diaper I was talking about.”
“Oh, she’s wearing the double diaper right now?” Brenda said surprised.
“Yes, underneath she’s wearing a pull-up, probably in much worse condition. The same exact pull-up from their night at Garnet Hall.”
Brenda raised her eyebrows and laughed. “Oh! Oh wow.” She looked Maddie with sympathy. “You poor thing.”
Maddie was still standing, wearing a green pajama top with her diaper on full display.
“Maddie, turn around for Mrs. Harper.” commanded Amy.
Maddie did as she was told, and slowly rotated around.
“Normally when I change her, you could see the wetness rises a lot higher in the back. The double diaper method tends to absorb more.”
“I see.” Brenda nodded.
Maddie gritted her teeth. She hated being seen like an academic case study of diaper punishments, being studied and poked and prodded.
Brenda stood up and started walking towards Maddie, who had her back turned to her small audience. Brenda cupped her hand and patted Maddie’s behind.
Maddie shivered and turned around, to a smiling Brenda, “Uh oh, feels like someone desperately needs a change.”
“Is she messy, Brenda?” Amy asked nonchalantly, still sitting on the floor next to the mat.
Brenda nodded, and said “Yes, very.”
Maddie sulked. Why did her mother and Mrs. Harper have to tease her like this? The new, humiliating power dynamic between she and her mother was hard enough, but to have her diaper checked by her longtime friend’s mother was a new avenue of disrespect. She felt like a toy to anyone her mother would like to entertain.
“Maddie, when was your last bowel movement?” Amy asked.
Maddie awkwardly looked around the room and folded her arms. “Umm, last night… I think…” She said sheepishly.
“Last night? You messed in your sleep?” Amy said, surprised.
“No!” Maddie exclaimed, trying to keep a shred of dignity. “It was before I fell asleep, around ten o’clock or so.”
Brenda chuckled. “Oh, Maddie. You messed yourself before you fell asleep, and you didn’t even think to ask for a change? You just…” Brenda paused, embarrassed for Maddie, “…slept in it?”
Maddie’s face grew bright red. “Well it’s not like I had a choice!” She protested.
“It’s true,” Amy said. “I told her early on Saturday morning, she wasn’t going to get any other changes until this afternoon.”
Brenda took a moment and stared blankly. “Wow.” She said. “It’s just that… Amy, when you told me about this whole diaper idea, I was skeptical. I just couldn’t imagine how you could acclimate a college age girl to wearing diapers, let alone using them twenty four hours a day.”
Brenda turned to Amy. “But after everything you told me, how Maddie handled the party at Ruth’s, how she messes in public… and even now. She’ll soil herself and spend the entire night in it, just to wake up in the morning and walk down the stairs like she wasn’t even wearing a diaper at all. I guess Maddie did get used to them like you said she would.”
Maddie furrowed her brow. She didn’t like being talked about like she wasn’t in the room, but the words Brenda said rang throughout her head. Was she truly used to her diapers? Did she even notice them anymore? She hated the slimy, mushy feeling of a messy diaper, but she did have to admit, if she wasn’t actively thinking about, it’s like they weren’t even there. After a week or two, she was practically living a normal life, regardless of how dirty her diaper was at any given time. If her punishment was two or three months long, would she have become even more indifferent to her diapers? She didn’t want to think about it.
“I’m surprised too,” Amy said, “I mean, she even put a used diaper back on after she was changed, just for the sake of going out.”
Brenda laughed. “That too! I forgot about that. If I didn’t know any better, I would say she likes them.”
The accusation of “liking” her diapers was too much for Maddie.
“I don’t like my diapers, alright? Can I please just get changed now?” The embarrassment of her mother and Brenda taunting her was likely even worse than getting changed in front of them. Maddie just wanted this to be over. She still needed to pee and her mother was dragging this change out longer than it needed to be.
Amy and Brenda laughed. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” Amy beckoned.
Maddie let out a slight sigh and got down on the diaper mat.
Amy reached for the adhesive tapes on Maddie’s diapers and said, “Plug your nose, Brenda.”
Maddie leaned back and stared at the ceiling. She knew this change would be a disaster, and she didn’t want to see.
Amy began to peel back the front of Maddie’s outer diaper and waved her hand in front of her face. “Phew!” She exclaimed.
The usually light purple and pink pull-up that Maddie was wearing was now dark, soaked through, and brown. Even at a glance, Amy and Brenda could see it was packed, with its contents partially leaking out the side onto the larger white diaper.
“Oh my god,” Brenda gasped. “It’s just so… full! It’s practically coming out the top!”
Maddie pulled her hands up to her face in shame, and her eyes began to water.
Amy, less reactive and more accustomed to this ritual, began to point to the pull-up, “as you can see, while the double diaper combo is highly effective at absorbing number one, it becomes much more uncomfortable if she needs to go number two.”
Amy patted the front of the loaded pull-up, causing Maddie to squirm.
Brenda was still fixated on the absurd display in front of her, seeing a college girl getting her messy diapers changed.
“It doesn’t look like that pull-up is doing a great job. Would you recommend them if you had to do it again?” Brenda asked.
Amy, still resting her hand on the pull-up and taking her time, said, “No, I don’t think I would. I only got the pull-ups as a courtesy to make Maddie look like she wasn’t wearing diapers at all, but as we all know, she used that against me. They only hold one use, too, which implies a lot more changes from you or I.”
Maddie, with her head in her hands, cringed to think that Angela might be subjected to this treatment as well in the coming weeks, and that her mother was learning all the ins and outs from Amy and Maddie.
“Gotcha,” Brenda said.
“I would just find the thickest diapers you can find. More absorbent, less changes. Easy enough!”
With the conversation moving on, Maddie was hoping they could finally start removing her pull-up. She let her hands lay by her side.
“Amy, one more question.” Brenda began.
“Sure, what is it?”
“Since her punishment is over, what are you changing Maddie into?”
“Well,” Amy began, “I suppose we’re going to change her into her panties again. Why?”
“Do you think she’s… ready for that?” Brenda asked. “She’s been wearing diapers twenty-four seven for a month, going straight to underwear seems like a bit of a jump, don’t you think? Can she still control herself?”
Maddie grumbled out of embarrassment and rather say anything, she covered her face again.
Amy noticed this, and smiled. With Maddie unable to see her surroundings, Amy brought her hand up to Brenda’s ear and whispered. Brenda nodded dutifully. Amy leaned over her daughter, still covering her face in embarrassment, and began viciously tickling her sides. Maddie pulled her hands away and yelped in surprise.
“Mom! What? No! Stop—“ Maddie protested as she wriggled on the mat. Amy’s position allowed to her keep relentlessly tickling her daughter, who could barely push her mother’s arms away.
Maddie began to panic as her already stressed bladder began to give away. “Please, Mom, what are you—“ she stammered. Amy only laughed and continued to torment her daughter. Brenda smiled and stared intently at Maddie’s pull-up.
Maddie whined as she began to wet herself. Small streams of liquid escaped the sides of the loaded pull-up and Brenda heartily exclaimed. “Aha! She is peeing, Amy!”
Amy pulled back with a wide, self-satisfied smile and let Maddie catch her breath. Maddie managed to regain control of her bladder and compose herself, breathing heavily. She leaked a fair amount, but she still needed to go.
“What was that about?” Maddie whimpered, “That’s not fair…”
“Well, Brenda,” Amy said, ignoring Maddie entirely, “it was just as I suspected. I think Maddie has been letting herself go a little too easily over the course of the punishment, and not thinking about controlling herself. Now, her bladder control is beginning to slip a little bit.”
“That’s not true!” Maddie said indignantly. “I just have to pee is all, you surprised me.”
“Honey,” Amy said, “college girls don’t just wet themselves because they get startled.”
Maddie frowned, and stayed quiet. She knew her mother was right.
“If Maddie was taking this seriously,” Amy said turning to Brenda, “she would choose to wear a pull-up for a few more days just to be absolutely sure she was ready to be out of diapers. If she exhibited complete bladder control, no leaks or wettings, she would feel confident in moving back to panties. But, since she is too lazy and prideful, I’m sure there will be some wet panties and soggy sheets in the laundry hamper over the next few weeks.”
“Or worse.” Brenda added. “Now, are we ready to get this stinker changed? I have to get going soon.”
“Of course.” Amy said.
Maddie breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back.
Amy reached for the sides of the soiled pull-up and tore them off. Pulling the front down, Amy and Brenda grimaced as they were hit with a wave of nauseating smells.
“Ugh!” Brenda muttered.
Maddie was utterly filthy. The pull-up kept most of her mess tightly contained between her legs, while the rest almost squelched out the top in both the front and the back.
“Wow. That’s unbelievable,” Brenda said, getting up off the ground beside Amy and standing up. “I don’t think I need to see the rest of this cleanup, Amy. You have you hands full. I’m going to make a trip to the bathroom and thank my lucky stars I’m not the one wearing a diaper.” Brenda laughed and walked towards the downstairs bathroom and closed the door.
Amy laughed and began to clean Maddie up with wet wipes. Maddie stared off at the ceiling silently while her mother went to work.
“Maddie, I know this was hard for you.” Amy said, as she cleaned. Maddie remained quiet.
“I know you’re mad at me right now, but just know that I love you and I always want the best for you, even if the lessons I teach are difficult ones.”
Amy continued to work in silence for a minute.
“I’m sorry I stole that money from your checkbook.” Maddie said, still looking at the ceiling. “And I’m sorry I lied to you about Garnet Hall.”
“I forgive you, honey. Lift up.” Amy said.
Maddie arched her back so Amy could reach underneath her. After she was finished Maddie laid back down, now clean.
Amy grabbed Maddie’s hands and pull her up to seated position.
“I love you, and I hope we can move past this.” Amy said, giving Maddie a kiss on the forehead.
Amy reached into the diaper bag next to her and pulled out a white pair of panties.
“Here you go, you earned them.” She said, handing them to Maddie.
Maddie reached for them and thought back to what her mother said about her losing her bladder control. Should she accept these panties? Was she ready? Her mother had been right about everything from the start: what Maddie did, how she went about her plans, how she was feeling, and how she would react in the future. Maybe she was right. Maybe she should wear a pull-up, just for a few days. It was all in her control now, it couldn’t hurt. Maddie hesitated for second, but pushed the thought of her mind.
“Thanks, mom.” She took the panties and slid her legs into them, and pulled them up to her hips. She felt a wave of relief. She felt normal and confident again, like she could finally start moving forward.
Amy and Maddie stood up from the diaper mat. Amy collected the used diaper and wrapped it up to take to the trash bin. Maddie still had to pee, after only relieving a bit of her bladder when her mother tickled her nearly fifteen minutes ago. Maddie quickly walked towards the bathroom, but stopped short when she saw the door was still closed, signaling that Brenda was still inside. Maddie turned and headed to the kitchen instead.
Amy saw Maddie briskly walk over bathroom and then turn away. She smiled, knowing that Maddie must still have to go. She knew her daughter was mad at her, but she was still amused that Maddie thought she could continue to flaunt her warnings. Amy knew it was only a matter of time until Maddie absentmindedly peed her pants, or wet the bed. She might as well accelerate the point just to drive the lesson home.
Quietly stepping into the kitchen, Amy saw Maddie reach into the cabinet for a bowl of cereal. She was wearing only her green pajama shirt and white panties, and her right leg was bouncing. Amy crept up behind her and grabbed her, half holding her in place and half tickling her sides.
“GAH! Mom! NO, please not again—“ Maddie yelled, trying to squirm away. Amy only laughed and tickled her harder. Maddie tried to break free but her mother had total control. She began to cry in frustration as she knew exactly what was happening. Being pushed closer and closer to the edge with no end in sight, Maddie pleaded one last time, “Stop! I need to pee!”
A few drops of liquid splattered on the floor.
“Do you need a diaper?” Amy asked, still holding and tickling Maddie.
Maddie didn’t reply and tried to pull her mother’s hands away from her. She felt more warm droplets on her leg
“Madeline,” Amy asked again, “Do you need a diaper?”
Maddie’s bladder finally gave out and released a hot stream of pee onto the kitchen floor. Tears began to stream down her face as she struggled and whimpered.
Amy stopped tickling and laughed, pulling Maddie close to her.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Brenda interjected. Amy and Maddie both turned their heads towards the living room, where Brenda stood with her arms crossed.
It was clear as day, from Amy bear-hugging her daughter from behind, to Maddie’s wet panties and the puddle on the floor, as to what happened.
Brenda gave a knowing glance to Maddie, who was fighting back tears.
Maddie looked up to Brenda, and then over her shoulder to her smugly smiling mother.
Amy released Maddie from her grip. Maddie sniffled and stepped out of the puddle she was standing in. She took off her soaking panties and started walking towards the blue diaper mat in the living room.
As Maddie began to lay down, her mother called out from the kitchen. “Do you want me to grab you a pull-up, honey?”
“No,” Maddie said meekly, “grab the thicker diapers.”