Swan Song By: Long_Rifle
“But mom it STINKS in here! Can’t I sleep on the floor next to your bed with you?”
“Listen Sara it’s not that bad, and nurseries are supposed to smell like this, just relax. It’s only for a few days anyways. Now let’s get you unpacked.”
“Mom! Please don’t make me sleep in here. It smells like piss!”
“Do NOT use that language in this house Sara! We’re here as guests till your father moves out.” She looks over at a white pail in the corner. “Maybe you could empty that diaper pail for your aunt and the smell will go away.”
Sara turned her head towards it, “What? That thing is gross. Tell her to do it, why does she just leave them in here, it’s not like she baby sits often.”
Her mother rolls her eyes, “Fine, unpack yourself. But you’re staying in here. I suggest you try and make the most of it.”
As her mother walked out of the room Sara sat down next to her suitcase and started to unpack. She grabbed several outfits that needed to be hung and draped them over the end of the crib. “I hope these don’t smell like piss from this room.” She thought. Then she heard the front door open and knew her aunt was home. She got up and walked to the kitchen. “Hey Jean, can you get those stinky diapers out of my room for me?”
Her aunt was sitting by her kitchen table drinking a Coke. “Why can’t you do it?”
Sara threw her hands up, “They aren’t MY diapers! Why should I touch them?”
Her aunt held the cool can to her head as it started to hurt, “So would you feel better if they were your diapers then?”
Sara sighed, “Come on! It stinks in there! And can’t you at least remove the plastic from the mattress? It’s bad enough sleeping in a big crib.”
“It’s not a crib; it’s a bed with safety rails.”
Sara Laughed, “It’s got rails, a waterproof pad, and it’s in a room that smells like a big diaper. It’s a CRIB.”
Her aunt got up and walked over to a cabinet, she opened it and started searching for something, she spoke to Sara over her shoulder, “You need some respect young lady. Weren’t you the one that was sleeping on a waterproof pad only 6 months ago?”
Sara’s cheeks burned, “Nice to see mom can keep a secret. But unlike the retards you watch I only did it a few times, and it was because of the stress of graduation. As soon as I decided to take a year off before college it stopped.”
Her aunt suddenly become calmer, she had been moving things around in the cabinet and seemed to have found what she was looking for. “So you’re a big girl now huh? No more going potty in your bed? Here, this should help you out with the smell.” And she handed a crystal bottle to Sara.
“What? Am I supposed to pour this all over the room?”
“No, just use it like a perfume; it should take care of the problem.”
Sara pointed the spout towards her chest and squeezed the old bulb. She was engulfed in a sweet smell. “What is this, what’s this smell?”
“Oh, you’ll figure it out, now go get something nice on, I’m having a friend over for dinner to meet you and your mother.”
Sara turned and walked towards her room. She closed the door behind her and caught a whiff of the perfume again; it did seem to make the smell bearable. She dropped the sweatpants she had been wearing and stepped out of them, then with a kick sent them into the corner of the room. She knelt next to her pile of clothes and started to look for something to wear. “I can’t leave these out on the floor.” She said to herself. Sara looked at the two white dressers in the room, she’d just put her things in one of them.
One of them was low and had a very wide top; the other was skinny and twice as tall. She stood in front of the taller one and opened the second drawer down. Before she could even see what was in it she smelt a familiar odor. She realized it was the same perfume that she had just been given. But when she looked at what was in the drawer all she saw were rows of disposable diapers.
She was confused. Sara opened one and smelled it. Anger welled up in her. “Diapers! She made me smell like a friggen diaper!” She tossed the diaper back in the drawer and slammed it closed. She felt like storming back into the kitchen and slapping her aunt. Then she saw the diaper pail.
In a rage she opened it and grabbed the first diaper on top. Then Sara ran for the kitchen. As she rounded the corner she reached back with her hand to toss it at her aunt when she saw there was company with her. She stopped and stood still in shock, she was looking at another 30 something woman, and a 20 something college student. Sara looked at her aunt then opened her mouth to speak but nothing would come out. That’s when she remembered that she didn’t have anything but a shirt on.
Her aunt responded quickly. “Oh. Sara…. Um. Are you okay?”
Sara managed to finally speak, “Whaaa?” But she shut up as her aunt grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back towards her room.
Her aunt was the first to speak when the door closed behind them. “What the hell was that all about, and why do you have a diaper in your hand?”
Sara still felt humiliated. “I was gonna throw it at you for making me smell like a baby. But-”
“No buts young lady. Those two are good friends of mine and I don’t want them to think I would let someone run around my house half naked. What the hell were you thinking? How am I going to explain your little stunt? That you were going to throw a wet diaper at me? Dam…”
Sara sat down on the bed and started to cry, “Aunty, I don’t want them to talk about me! This will be on Myspace tonight and my life will be over!” Sara’s tears came even faster as she leaned forward and grabbed her aunt in a hug. She couldn’t stop crying if she wanted to, she knew she would be a laughing stock in the morning.
But her aunt took pity on her. “It’s okay honey. No one else knows about this. How will it end up anywhere? I’ll go down there and tell them there’s been a problem and they should understand.”
“No! Please, we need to do something else! Tell them I’m not your niece… Tell them I’m one of your retards.”
Sara would have been frightened had she seen the look of anger in her aunt’s eyes at the term retard. “Oh…. So…… You think that would work?”
Sara sat back down and dabbed tears from her eyes. The idea that her life would not be over buoyed her. “Yeah! I’ll just act till they leave. They’ll never know. Please aunt! Please do this for me!”
But her aunt was thinking along another track. Not just to help save Sara’s personal life from an imagined public humiliation, but to teach her a lesson. Then she smiled as an idea struck her. “Well, I guess we can do it, but you know what that means right? It mean you’ll have to do everything I say, can you do that?”
Sara frantically nodded her head, “Anything! I swear!”
Her aunt’s smile widened, “Then I guess the first step is to get you in your new diaper.”
Sara’s smile vanished, “What? Why diapers?”
“You just ran down there half naked, carrying a wet diaper. How am I going to explain that?”
Sara started to become frantic, “Just tell them I pulled one out of the diaper pail and-”
Her aunt sighed, “And why did you have no pants on?”
Sara didn’t speak she didn’t know what to say.
“Look honey.” Her aunt stated. “Just do this, they will be gone in a few hours and they’ll forget about you soon after. You’ll just be another one of my charges that passes through here.”
Sara looked down at her feet then stood up and hugged her aunt again, “Fine, let’s do this I trust you.” She walked over to the dressers and grabbed a diaper. She was unfolding it when her aunt grabbed it from her and pointed to the crib. Sara didn’t have to be told what she meant. She walked over and lay back onto the mattress.
Her aunt gently slapped her on the thigh, “Lift your bum up Sara.”
She cringed as she felt the diaper placed under her butt, and then closed her eyes as she set herself down on the cool padding. It warmed as she felt it folded over her, and taped in place.
She slowly sat up listening to her new pants crinkle. “I can’t believe I’m in a diaper, in front of you.” She poked the front of it and cringed, “At least I don’t have to use it.” But her aunt cut her off.
“Okay, now here’s the deal. You’ve seen what my little angels act like. Just try to relax and don’t talk to much.” Then her aunt stopped and looked towards a cabinet high on the wall. “Hold on Sara.” She walked over to it, and pulled it open. She removed a small tube and squeezed some of it onto the tip of her finger. “Open your mouth, this will help you play the part.”
Sara did as she was told, as her aunt spread the gel around her mouth she felt her gums tingling wherever it touched. It took a few more fingers of the gel, but soon Sara’s entire mouth felt numb.
“Waws dis pozd do be?” Sara gurgled, surprised at what came out of her own mouth.
“It’s Ora-jel, I take care of real babies sometimes, and when they’re teething that helps numb the pain, I just put half a tube in there. You shouldn’t be able to say much of anything now.”
Sara was about to complain when she felt something wet run down her shirt. She looked down and realized she was drooling. She looked up at her aunt who already had a bib out. Sara didn’t even fight as it was tied around her neck.
“Alright sweetie, let’s get this over with. Try not to act your age…”
Sara didn’t laugh at the bad joke; she just closed her eyes and imagined it was just a bit of role play.
She felt her hand in her aunts and knew they were walking out to the kitchen, but felt her self jerked to a stop just before entering. She opened her eyes to see the two guests staring at her as if she was a toddler just learning to walk.
Sara had expected to be introduced to them she started to open her mouth but when she did she just drooled again. Instead her aunt broke the silence, “We’ll be right back, I think little Sara needs a quick adjustment. And I left her medicine in bathroom.”
When they entered, her aunt closed the door behind them. Sara wanted to ask why they were in there; she looked at her aunt who saw the unasked question in her eyes.
“Honey, you just don’t look the part. You’re too confident, and not meek enough. When you started to walk in there you just looked like a mature woman in a diaper. I’ve got something here to help you.”
Sara looked on as she grabbed a medicine bottle, and unscrewed the lid, carefully sucking some of the contents up in a dropper.
“Sara, do you remember when Franny was here and she would get very upset and frustrated?” Sara nodded her head. “Well this is what I have to give her to make her calm down. It should make you more relaxed and help you get through this alright?”
Again Sara nodded and opened her mouth. The medicine tasted like cherrys as it rolled down her throat. She didn’t know it but her aunt had given her more than the normal amount.
“Alright, now I’ll put you in the bed and leave you in there for 20 minutes till this takes affect. Let’s go.”
Sara had seen this all before so she didn’t think anything was wrong. She knew it took time for the medicine to work, and anyone who visited often would know as well. She hopped up into the bed by herself, but was surprised when her aunt raised the front rail and effectively locked her in.
“Sara you know the drill. This is how it’s done. Now I’ll be back in about 20 minutes. Try to think about what you’re doing here. And remember this will be over soon. Think of this as a learning experience. Most people I put in this crib never get a chance to snap out of it later.”
Sara sat down and watched as Jean left and closed the door. Now her reflection stared back at her from a mirror on the back of the door. She looked first at the bib on her chest, counting the dark patches on it from her drool. “Seven spots, yuck.” She thought.
Then she looked down from the mirror to the diaper around her waist. “My diaper.” She silently whispered. “I’m wearing my diaper. Diaperrrrr….” She smiled as she kept repeating that word. “Diaper… Diapee.” She giggled when she heard herself. “Ma Diapee!” she said loudly. She blushed and put her hands to her mouth. Then she started to poke at the diaper bulging at her crotch. She thought it didn’t feel too bad, and she absently wondered what it would feel like wet. Then she yawned and got up on her knees and leaned against the front rail. She looked around the room and tried to find something to occupy her mind.
She was staring at the diaper pail when she realized she was having a hard time reading what was written on it. She knew what the words were, and what they meant, but every time she tried to put everything together it seemed to fade away. Sara then felt herself get heavier, her legs got weaker and she fell back roughly on her padded bum.
Sara looked back at the mirror and saw a girl who’s eyes were half closed, she tried to count the dark spots on her bib but couldn’t really get started. As she was starting to get bored the door opened and her aunt walked in.
Her aunt laughed, “Nope, not your mommy. Just her sister.” She looked at Sara as she lowered the top rail. “Anyone home Sara?”
Sara just smiled up at her, a silly sloppy grin on her face.
“I guess that’s a no. Time for Sara to see the guests.” She then gently picked her up and walked her towards the Living room where everyone was relaxing. She had to help Sara keep her balance; she couldn’t tell if it was the diaper throwing her off, or to much medicine.
Finally she had her in the living room. “Here’s the special guest! Sara, say hi!”
But Sara didn’t even act like she heard her; she was staring at the TV and frantically trying to tug her hand away from her aunt.
The older woman set her glass down and held out her hands, “Awww, she’s so cute Jean, is she completely gone?”
“Yep, I guess I used to much on her. I figured it would do something. But not this bad.” Jean let go of Sara’s hand and she dropped to her butt on the floor. She looked over towards the strange lady and smiled. She could tell she was saying something, but it went by to fast. But it did sound nice to her so she crawled over towards her.
“Be careful, she may still puke.”
“Don’t worry Jean, I took care of enough puke when Jan was still in diapers.”
“Funny mom; cut it out.” Jan walked over to Sara and rubbed her head gently, “I can’t believe she actually choose to do this. Was her dignity really worth this?”
Sara’s aunt sat down and grabbed her own glass. “To be honest she didn’t really agree to go this far. I doubt she thought the drug would do this to her, and it really shouldn’t have. I’m sure it will ebb soon, though to be honest I kind of hope she pees herself before that happens.”
Jan looked up, “Oh, can I change her then?”
“Well… As long as she doesn’t throw a fit, but she may not even do it. Just have fun with her. We’ll see what happens.” Jean looked over and saw that her friend had a slight grimace on her face. “What’s wrong Pam?”
“I just don’t know why you did this; it’s just weird to see a healthy young lady crawling around blissfully in a diaper and a shirt. Don’t you think you’re going a bit to far?”
Jean looked to Sara, now happily playing with her feet and back to Pam. “Look, it’s not like this is going to go public. You two can keep a secret like this. But she really needs to learn a lesson, and I figure this should do it. She doesn’t really care about others, and now she can learn some respect. Maybe some ‘diaper time’ will do her some good.”
Pam looked back to her own daughter, now trying to get Sara to drink from a cup. The sight brought a smile to her lips. “I suppose so, you always said she was so bitchy, maybe having saggy pants will give her some perspective. And it’s not like she wasn’t peeing herself before.”
“Exactly. Hey Jan? I’ve got some sippy cups in the kitchen, why don’t you use those? I’m sure she’ll drain a couple of them, and it will be less mess in the long run.”
Jan stood and walked into the kitchen. It looked like Sara was about to follow her but she saw a mirror and crawled to it instead.
Sara stared at her reflection for several seconds. The haze in her mind was still there, but beneath it all she thought she looked stupid. She knew she was making a fool of herself, but she really didn’t care right now. She even tried to follow the conversation, but everything just sped by her. She saw her aunt in the mirror behind her smiling, it made Sara feel better and she started to giggle. She was starting to go to her, but a hand put a cup in front of her.
She felt parched and it took no urging to make her drink from the sippy cup. She drained it quickly and took the second one that was offered as well.
“Wow” Jan Exclaimed, “I guess you were right. No mess and as long as the diaper holds it should stay that way.” Then she sat down next to Sara and started moving toys in front of her, she really enjoyed watching her play.
After another 20 minutes of small talk Jean noticed Sara was acting much more coordinated, “Well I guess my little angel is feeling better.”
Pam and Jan looked at Sara and agreed. They were all smiling at her, causing her to blush in embarrassment.
Jan however really wanted to change her diaper and lunged at her in a sudden tickle fight. It was quick, and had the desired affect. Sara tried but couldn’t stop the flood inside her diaper. She sat down and tried to act like nothing had happened. But Jan wasn’t going to let her get away.
“I think a certain young lady needs a diapee change!” she grabbed the bulging diaper and squeezed. “Yep, full to the brim. Can I take her and change her?”
Sara looked to her aunt as Jean spoke, but she ignored it. “Of course, make sure you use a wipe, I don’t want her to get a rash.”
Jan grabbed her hand and helped Sara to her shaky feet. They walked slowly towards the nursery and the dry diapers with-in.
Sara didn’t want her diaper changed, but didn’t know what she should do. As she stood silently trying to come up with an idea Jan grabbed her diaper again. “Wow, I think you went even more. I guess we better take care of this before you leak all over.”
Jan carefully laid her down on the floor and un-taped the diaper. She then gently wiped her, making sure to get everywhere. Sara had closed her eyes at the sound of the tapes being opened but had opened them slightly as she was wiped down, Jan seemed to be enjoying herself. Slowly wiping certain areas that made her really enjoy it.
Then the wiping stopped, Sara picked up her head and looked towards Jan who smiled back at her, “I bet it’s good to get out of that icky wet diaper huh?”
Sara weakly smiled.
“Ok, bum up.” Jan said as she unfolded a fresh disposable. Then as Sara’s butt was up she gently slid it under. “Good girl.” Then she taped it closed, leaving her in a diaper once again. But instead of helping Sara to her feet Jan got up and left the room, she quickly returned and closed the door behind her. She squatted down next to her and pulled her up into a sitting position.
Jan wanted to teach her a lesson, though she had her own ulterior motives. She had finally thought of a way to get Sara to stay a bit longer in diapers. She looked Sara in the eyes and said, “When I was told about you I checked out your Myspace.”
Sara’s eyes opened wide and she tensed up her body, drawing her legs in and covering her diaper with her arms. “What?” Was all she could meekly say.
“You heard me. I know who, and more importantly what you are. And you’re not a special needs person. You’re a spoiled girl that needs to learn a thing or two about life.”
Sara started to get up, but Jan stopped her. “Wait, I’m not telling anyone anything yet so hold on.”
Sara looked up at her, tears running down her face. “Please don’t say nuffin’.”
Jan gently wiped the tears away, “Oh hush Sara, I wouldn’t do anything like that, unless I had too.”
Sara’s mouth dropped open at the last part.
Jan stood up and over her, “Yeah, I think you need to learn something from all this. After you came out I told your aunt about reading your Myspace and she spilled the beans. Of course my mother would never utter a word, but me… I want you to spend some more time ‘role playing’. No one else but you and me will know about this. They will think you’re having problems, and that it’s from the stress of having to wear diapers. And we’ll just keep the real reason to ourselves.”
“No buts Sara. You chose this. You chose to wear diapers. And to act like you needed them. Now you can choose to do it again, or I’ll make a little Myspace of my own. Another version of your ‘Asara cute’ page, one with more diaper content.”
Sara hide her face in her hands, she didn’t want to, but she had her popularity to worry about, and to her it was more important than what a few yokels might think of her. She looked up and nodded.
“Good. Now I know from your aunt that you used to have a bed time potty problem. I think you can start there. Start wetting in your bed at night. We only have a week or so to do this, so make sure you really soak it, no dribbles. You should be back in diapers in a few days. Maybe have a few daytime accidents. Just act the part. I’ll come over every day to check how you’re doing.” Jan could see Sara was on the verge of crying again. “Aww don’t cry little Sara, this will be over soon and you can go back to your regular life. And I could tell you liked getting cleaned, at least you can look forward to that.”
Sara began to cry even harder. She couldn’t believe she was going to have to do this or be destroyed at home.
“Well, I can’t take you out there like this. Time for a nap I guess. Get up in the crib and I’ll tell your aunt you freaked out and I put you down.” Jan helped her up into the crib and locked her in. She then turned on the night light, and turned off the room light. Just before opening the door she turned back to Sara, “Night night, I look forward to hearing about your sudden potty problems tomorrow.”
When she returned to the living she saw her mother standing next to the TV, smiling at her. “Well, how’d it go?”
Jan sat down and grinned, “Baby got a new diaper and I think she liked it, I put her down for a nap though, she got a little ‘clingy’ towards the end, if you get my drift.”
Sara’s aunt was surprised, “She liked it? You really think so?”
Jan looked down at the floor and then back up, “No, I mean she REALLY liked it. I think there’s a reason she used to wet her bad. And I bet she’ll do it again now.”
“Oh. Well I guess I’ll have a talk with little Sara’s mother and see what we can do to help her.”
Now Jan’s face took on a mischievous look, “I can’t wait.”
In the nursery Sara was laying down in the crib. Her tears had stopped and now she was staring off into space. The idea that she would be stuck in a room that reeked of piss had been horrible. And now she was going to be adding to that smell herself.
She looked down to the floor and saw that Jan had left her wet diaper out. For some reason she reached out and pulled it into the crib. It was gross, but Sara needed something to do besides stare at the walls.
She sat up and looked at the balled up wad of plastic and padding. She could still feel warmth coming from it. “I can’t believe I’m back in diapers.” She thought to herself. But the evidence was in front of her. Not only was she wearing one, but she had already wet one. She slowly pulled the tape off and opened the diaper.
The heavy smell of fresh pee filled her nose. Normally she would feel weird about something like this, but her sudden stress had over rode that feeling. She set the diaper in front of her and started looking at it closely. Sara had feared that it would be too loud, but the plastic barely crinkled as she touched and probed it.
After several minutes she yawned and felt like she might be able to sleep. She tossed the diaper out of the crib and closed her eyes. But even though she was tired she couldn’t get to sleep. She kept staring out through the bars at her plastic shame on the floor. Slowly she felt her boredom lift as she gently fell sleep.
Several hours later Sara woke to find herself still in darkness, she wondered why she had woken from a sound sleep. Then she felt a twinge from her bladder. “I can’t believe this.” She whispered, “I’m stuck in a giant crib and I have to piss.” Then she saw the white mass on the floor and remembered everything. She reached down and touched the diaper between her legs. She didn’t want to do it, but she knew she had to use it.
She pushed as hard as she could but nothing would come out. She sat up and tried again, but the same thing happened. Finally she squatted and pushed again. She was rewarded with a slow trickle, then a steady stream. The diaper slowly warmed, as she finished Sara sat down and grimaced as she lay down onto her back. The diaper had expanded, she remembered the goodnights she used to wear feeling almost the same. She squeezed her legs together a few times and rolled over. Her diaper began to cool as she finally drifted off to sleep.
The morning came with the soft falling of rain, and a problem for Sara’s mother. She had been told the events of the night by her sister Jean and didn’t quite know what to do. Jean seemed to think Sara could learn a valuable lesson. And while she didn’t think Sara was a bad girl she could learn some responsibility.
Sara’s mother had hoped Jean had thought of something else but as she walked into the kitchen she saw her sitting at the table, a coffee cup in her hand and a crumpled diaper next to the other.
“Morning Jean. What’s with the diaper?”
“Morning Fey, well when I checked on Sara last night I found this thrown on the floor.”
“Oh, well maybe Jan didn’t throw it out last night?”
“Well I called her to find out, and she didn’t throw it out, but she said it was balled up and taped closed.”
Sara’s mother sat down and put her head in her hands. “So she played with it then.”
Jean smiled. “Maybe, but she may have been curious.”
Fey just looked at her sister, “Look I want her to learn a lesson too, but I already went through her wetting the bed, I don’t want that again.”
“Geez, it’s not like a week of this is going to revert her to babyhood. And if you really want I’ll do all the work. Just think, a few diapers and she’ll be a better person.”
Fey seemed to think about that, then she grabbed her sisters coffee and took a swig. “I hope so, otherwise you’re moving in to deal with the feedings and changing’s.”
Jean slyly smiled, “Speaking of changing’s, I think I better wake her up. When I checked her last night she was wet.”
“Dam!” Fey swore, “She pissed herself? I knew this was a bad idea.”
“No, she didn’t. Remember what Jan said. Sara probably did it on purpose. She likes wearing diapers. And I think she wants to wear them again. I bet she’ll wet again tonight. I bet she’s gonna use that stress excuse again.”
“So? If she likes them why give them to her? I don’t want her pissing herself every night again.”
“Fey, she won’t. We’ll give her the diapers she wants. And everything that goes with them. We’ll make her hate them. Okay?”
“I don’t know, how are you going to do all that in a week?”
Jean stood up and walked over to the sink, as she washed out her cup she answered. “Well it may take a bit longer. Maybe we’ll just come up with a reason to stay here a bit longer. But we’ll do that when we get there.”
Jean turned towards her sister and just saw a resigned look on her face. She walked up behind her and gently rubbed her shoulder. “Then it’s settled, I’m going to go get Sara.”
But Fey stopped her, “No let me get her, she’s going to be angry over this. And I want her to know I still love her, no matter what.”
Jean smiled as her sister stood. “That’s the best way to do it. Let her know we love her no matter what she wants.”
As she entered her daughters room she was hit by the smell of stale pee, but then she remembered that it had smelled that way already. Fey slowly walked to the large crib and stared down at Sara. She had kicked the covers off and her mother could see the soaked diaper between her legs. Fey sighed and dropped the side of the crib.
“Sara, honey. Sara, wake up.” She gently urged.
Her daughter stirred then opened her eyes. “Mom, hey.”
“Morning young lady, do you want to get up and get changed for the day?”
“What?” Then she remembered the diaper. “No, mom. I’m fine, I don’t need a change.”
Her mother just smiled and shook her head. “It’s okay. You’ve had a rough time lately; I didn’t mean you had to change into another diaper. I just thought you’d want to dress for the day.”
Sara blushed at looked down at the floor. She didn’t really want her mother to think she had done it on purpose, but she didn’t want to have her friends find out back home. “Er, okay mom. I guess I just need to relax.” Sara got up and walked over to the dresser but her mother stopped her.
“Sara, I know what you and Jean did yesterday.” She let the statement hang as she looked at the sagging diaper hanging off her daughter. “You know what that means right?”
Sara unconsciously squeezed her diaper and looked at her reflection, “I guess it means I have to wear diapers every time they come over now.”
Fey stood and placed her hands on her daughter’s shoulders, she decided Sara didn’t want to come out and admit she wanted to wear them. But that was okay, she’d let her decide the time for that. “Yes, and just in case they come over unannounced you should wear the pull up trainers.”
"No buts young lady. You don’t have to use them if you don’t want. But just in case ANYONE from around here comes over it will look less suspicious if the “big baby’ was properly dressed for the day. Now get dressed and come down for breakfast.”
Sara watched as her mother left. Then she turned back to the mirror and squeezed the diaper again. “Ugh, I hate these.” Then she ripped loose the left tape and let it slide down to the floor. She picked it up and was surprised at how heavy it seemed. “Did I pee that much?” She wondered out loud. Then she opened the diaper pail and tossed it in. As she closed it she noticed a new and empty bag in it. “I guess Jean cleaned it before I woke up. Plenty of room for more diapers I guess.”
Sara had pulled her pants halfway on when she remembered what her mother had said about the pull ups. She pulled them back off and searched the drawers for a pair. She found a small stack of some that looked like they should fit her. She stretched them open and stepped in.
They started tight but the crinkly covering seemed to stretch. She had tears in her eyes as she used her fingers to pull the elastic leg gathers into position. She sat down and pulled her jeans up again. Thankfully she didn’t bring her hip huggers and with a little work she had them on and buttoned. But when she stood up she saw the top of the pink pull ups sticking out. Sara picked one of her longer shirts, but if she leaned over it didn’t cover the band of pink coming out of her pants.
While Sara was trying to get dressed her mother was telling Jean what she had done.
“So you told her she needs to wear trainers during the day?”
“Yeah, do you think it was too much?”
Jean smiled, “No it was perfect, now she can choose what she wants, I’ll just add a bit to it when she gets down here and we’ll let her choose.”
Several minutes later Sara walked it and grabbed a cup of coffee, her pink shame visible briefly as she sat down.
Her mother cleared her throat, but Jean spoke first. “Sara, I know what your mother said but I want to tell you I still have rules here. You can use the toilet, or you can use your trainers. But if you have an accident twice in 24 hours you’ll have to wear a diaper till the next morning.”
Sara just kept drinking her coffee and didn’t answer.
Her mother grabbed the cup and pulled it away from her lips, “Answer her, or you can just wear a shirt and the pull ups all day.”
“Fine, I understand. Can I go check my messages now?”
Her mother smiled. “Sure thing honey.” Then she added, “Just call if you need to potty.”.
Sara just fumed as she went to get her laptop.
The morning went quickly as Sara answered all her e-mails, and checked the Myspace bulletins. She felt hungry and looked up to see it was past noon. She was in the fridge when she heard a knock on the door. She pecked through the shades and saw it was Jan. “Oh shit.” She muttered.
She ran to find her mother, but ran into Jean instead.
“Who’s at the door Sara?”
“It’s Jan. I’m going to stay in my room. Tell her I’m sick or something.”
“No way. If she wants to see you I’m not lying. I’ve never stopped her from seeing any my girls before. This is your thing you started. You’ll just have to deal with it. Now come on.” Jean grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to the front door.
As it opened Jan met Sara with a smile. “Oh I see my special little girl is up. And I see she has her special big girl pants on. Congrats!” Then she turned to Jean, “I think I left my phone in the nursery, do you mind if I go look?”
“No problem, maybe little Sara can help you?”
Jan leaned down and put on a look one reserves for talking to small children. “Do you wanna help me look?” Sara didn’t answer, but that didn’t matter, Jan grabbed her and looked up at Jean.
She just smiled, “Sure she can help, she’s been good today and hasn’t had her meds yet. Just make sure she doesn’t break your phone if you find it.”
Jan pulled Sara back into the nursery. Then shut the door behind her. “Okay squirt I know that you wet last night, but why were you playing with the first wet diaper I took off you?”
“I wasn’t playing, I was bored and wanted to see how bad I had used it. I was stuck locked in this crib all dam night!”
Jan cracked a sly smile. “Well ok I guess. I just know many toddlers seem to enjoy playing with used diapers. And I thought you had decided to go a bit further than I had told you too.”
Sara sat down on the edge of the crib and scowled. “Whatever. Is there anything else? Or are you ready to go now?”
“Temper, temper miss pissy pants, I’d hate to see those Jeans get soaked.” But as she looked closely at Sara she noticed the brink pink plastic. “Oh my.” She lunged towards Sara and pulled her shirt up. “I guess we don’t have to worry about wet jeans. Have you used them yet?”
Sara stood up and moved away from her, “No, I haven’t used them. I didn’t think I needed to yet.”
“Well I guess it’s my lucky day then. Use them. NOW.”
Sara started to move for the door but Jan was faster she wrapped an arm around her and put her hand over her mouth. “I said I want you to piss yourself. Do it now, or I’ll take your new Myspace off private.”
Sara went slack when she heard that. As Jan’s hand came off her mouth she spoke. “But you said-”
“I know what I said but I figured you’d be a bad girl. Now you don’t have to become my little diaper girl. But if you don’t everyone will think you are anyways.”
Sara had tears in her eyes as she grabbed the door knob, at first Jan thought she was going to leave but then she watched as Sara squatted on the floor and closed her eyes.
“Good girl. Now tell aunt Jan when you’re done.”
After a few minutes Sara stood with her legs bowed out a bit. “I can’t believe I just did that.” She turned to Jan, “Happy now?”
Jan just pointed at Sara. “I’m happier, now take your Jeans off.”
I said take them off, or I’ll do it for you. Come on hurry up."
Sara just shook her head as she dropped her pants leaving her in nothing but her wet trainers and shirt. She reached down and touched the bulging material between her legs, she was reminded of the night before when she had peed in the diaper. “My diaper.” She corrected herself.
Jan heard her talking to herself. “No sweetie, that’s not your diaper, that’s your training pants. Your diaper is in the pail, wet from last night. Maybe you want to play with that one to?”
“That’s disgusting! Can you go now? Or do you want to change my pull ups to?”
“Not yet, I’ll tell your aunt you laid down for a bit. But I suggest you put on some dry pants first. See ya squirt!”
As Jan disappeared out the door Sara dropped on her bed and started to cry. “I can’t do this!” She yelled into the pillow. But an image of herself being called “diaper girl” at her dorm calmed her. She stood up and jerked the wet pull up off her waist. Then she grabbed another and slid them up her legs, not even bothering to wipe.
Meanwhile Jan waved Jean towards the front door and whispered to her as she got close. “She’s a good actor, but not great. She just acted out of it and sat on the bed while I looked around for the phone. Then when I asked her to help she stood up and smiled.”
Jean was confused, “That’s it?”
“No, as she smiled she bowed her legs out and blushed. I checked her pants and found she had peed herself.”
Jean looked surprised, “I know she likes diapers, but I didn’t think she would go that far. Are you sure?”
Jan nodded, “I know a wet diaper. I told her to change herself, and I’d send you up. I think she really would love being back in diapers 24/7 but it would be too much for her to say it. You’re going to have to wait this out, then force her to accept them in the end. I think she’s hurting, and the diapers could help.”
Jean turned back and checked to make sure Sara wasn’t anywhere near then looked back to Jan. “I know. I just don’t know how to get her into diapers without it seeming forced.”
Jan leaned in and whispered right in Jeans ear. “Just use that medicine of yours. Sneak a bit of it into her food, that will make her feel more relaxed. Then you can work on her.”
“I suppose that would work.” Then she had another idea. “Why don’t you and your mother come by again tonight? I’ve got an idea.”
“Sure thing, I’ll have her call later.” Then Jan turned and walked away. Laughing inside while imaging what Sara’s life would be like in a few days.
Jean slowly walked back to Sara’s room. She gently knocked on the door and pushed it open. “Sara, Jan told me what happened.” Then she saw the tears still drying on her face. She also noticed the wet pull up bunched up on the floor.
“She told you I pissed myself?” Sara put her face in her hands and rubbed, then pulled them through her hair.
Jean picked up the soaked trainers and walked towards the diaper pail. “But she also bought it that you’re one of my special cases. So I guess your secret is still safe.”
“Which brings up the next problem.”
Sara absently scratched at the top of the pull ups. “What now?”
“Well, Jan and her mother are coming over for dinner tonight, and that means you’re going to have to keep the act going several hours.”
“No, I can’t do that! Just dope me up again.”
Jean had hoped Sara would say that, now she decided she could give Sara the leeway she needed to get more into the role. “Look that medicine has a few side effects with continued use.”
Sara sprang to her feet, “What kinds?”
“Nothing serious, and it’s not to common. But I see it may be affecting you.”
“First off it’s temporary.” Jean took a breath and tried to act like she wasn’t lying through her teeth. “Sometimes it affects control.”
Sara had a questioning look on her face, she opened her mouth to speak then closed it as she realized what she was being told. “You mean I could start pissing myself?”
Sara sat down and hid her face again, but this time it was to let herself think. She now had a reason to be wetting her pull-ups. Now she could make Jan happy and it wouldn’t really be her fault. Plus her aunt would think it was just the medicine. She tried to feign concern and looked up to her aunt. “So how long will this last?”
Her aunt smiled, Sara had bought it. Now to see if she used the medicine as an excuse to regress a bit. “Not long, only a few days after the last dose. So I take it you’ll keep using it?”
Sara stood up and looked past her aunt to the mirror. The image of a diapered teen stared back at her. It didn’t seem so bad. A few days of diapers and she’ll be back home and safe. “I guess. But I don’t want to take it till I have to okay?”
“That’s good enough. I’ll tell you before they get here.”
Sara followed her aunt out into the hall and watched as she entered the bathroom and started to prepare her dose for later. “So I just come up here, slam that and I’m one step closer to diapers?”
“If that’s how you want to put it. I guess I’ll just treat you like all my other charges during dinner. Do you like chicken and broccoli?”
“Good, then that’s what you’re eating tonight. Now go relax I’ll let you know when you’re needed.”
“Sure, hey where’s my PSP? I’ll try a bit of that to pass the time.”
“In my room, top shelf of the closet.”
Sara walked into her aunt’s room and thought it looked to old fashioned. Everything looked like it belonged in another time period. Then she opened the closet. It was packed with items needed to care for less fortunate souls. From pads and diapers, to special tools needed to care for those that couldn’t care for themselves. She noticed an open package called “Tranquility All Through The Night Briefs”. She pulled one out and was amazed at how thick it was. She doubted she could even walk in it. She set it down, deciding to ask Jean about it later. She used one of the packs of diapers as a step and took her PSP off the top shelf. She blew some dust off it and left for the living room.
She took one last look back, into the bathroom and saw the little plastic cup sitting there. She started to think back to the night before and what it was like. She remembered that everything seemed so much fun. And the confusion at trying to do simple things. Then she remembered the time after it started to wear off, and the severe embarrassment she had felt. “Not this time.” She said out loud. She grabbed the jar of thick liquid and poured more in, about half as much as the original amount. “What could it hurt?” She thought, “I’ll just be out of it longer, maybe they’ll be gone before I come back.”
She left the bathroom and walked to the couch-filled living room where she sat down and watched a few videos. She kept looking at the clock and wondering how much time she had left. She was actually getting nervous. Halfway through V for Vendetta she felt a need to pee. She got up and started to walk towards the bathroom but remembered that she was supposed to be having side effects from her last little trip. She looked around and checked that the coast was clear, then tried to pee. But as much as she tried she couldn’t do it standing up.
Finally she squatted down and felt herself begin to go. Again the warmth spread between her legs, and again she felt shame well up inside her. She stood up when she was finished and walked quickly to her room, the now thicker pull up moving warmly between her legs.
She was about to grab a fresh pull up when she heard the front door open, then her mother yell. “Sara, get down here and help me out for a second!”
She ran down to the front door and saw her mother holding several paper bags. “Take these to the kitchen honey, then stick the frozen stuff in the fridge. I don’t want to lose all that ice cream.”
Fey decided to ignore her daughters comment, she knew she was under a lot of stress, and it would be getting worse before it got better. She had been called after Jean told Sara about the side effects, and she wondered exactly what Sara would do now. She picked up the last bags and slammed the car door closed. As she entered the house she ran into Jean who put her finger to her lips telling her to be quiet and motioned for Fey to follow her.
She walked towards the kitchen and pointed inside, Fey looked but only saw her daughter. She looked back at Jean and motioned “What?”
Then Jean turned and pointed to her butt, then pointed back in the kitchen. Now Fey was curious. She peeked around the doorway again and watched as Sara knelt down to retrieve groceries to put away. When she leaned forward to grab something Fey saw what was wrong. Two dark crescents on the inside of Sara’s pants.
Fey looked at her sister, surprise in her eyes. Jean smiled and mimed, “I told you so.” Fey shook her head, then walked into the kitchen like nothing was wrong.
“Thanks for the help Sara. The Jelly Beans are for you.”
Sara still had the bag in her hands as she stood, “Sure mom.” But as she tried to walk out the door her aunt stopped her.
“Anything you want to tell us honey?”
“Errr, no.” She turned her back away from them and walked backwards towards the safety of her room, her hands held in front of her holding her candy.
Her mother stepped forward and took on a stern look. “Look young lady. We won’t treat you like a child unless you act like one.” Sara blushed. But her mother didn’t stop, “Now I’ll give you one last chance, is there ANYTHING you want to tell us?”
Sara hung her head in shame, she tried to answer but she couldn’t find the words. Jean looked at her sister and frowned, thinking she had been to heavy handed. “Oh, it’s okay Sara, it wasn’t your fault. Just change it faster next time. Now go get cleaned up. And I’ll bring you something else to wear for tonight.”
Sara darted for the room, closing the door loudly behind her. She didn’t care to hear what else her mother or aunt might say, she was too embarrassed.
“Sorry Fey, it was too soon to force it. She needed an out.”
Fey sat down in the kitchen and looked out the back door window. “Are you sure this is the right thing to do? I know she might like diapers and all. But what if we can’t make her hate them?”
Jean walked to a cabinet over the sink and pulled down a canister of something, she started to pull out other items as well while she talked. “It’s not making her just hate diapers, we can’t do that. But we can make her hate everything that goes with them. You remember how much resistance she put up getting put in that room. Well she must have been trying to hide how she really feels about it.” Fey was at the sink now filling something with water. “So now we’ve given her a way to pee without her having to explain why, and she’s doing it. We just let this keep going and add things, little things at first, but in the end we’ll have her reduced to wearing diapers and drinking this.” She handed a cup of a warm milk colored liquid to Fey who took a sip.
“Bleh! This stuff tastes like sweet cardboard! What is it!”
“It’s baby formula with a bit of sugar added in. I found it’s best to start with sugar added, then remove it over time. So –baby- Sara has a day or two of the baby life. With nothing but feedings, diapers, and sleeping. She’ll get so bored she’ll ASK to be a college girl again. Then you’ll never have to worry about this silliness again.”
Fey handed back the glass and smiled, “You’re sure there’s no more diapers in my future then?”
“In the near future yes, but right now I think a certain girl needs a nap and a diaper.”
Fey stood up and stretched, “Is this part of –adding things- then?”
Jean just smiled and walked towards the nursery, Fey followed close behind.
Sara was standing in front of her crib still in the wet pull ups when they walked in. The top of the diaper pail was open and the room had filled with the smell of stale pee. Sara seemed to be staring into it, one hand on the crib, the other grabbing the front of her soaked undies.
Her mother spoke first, “Sara?”
She didn’t answer, she was in her own world. Her mind was racing as she tried to find a way out of all this. She had come in her room ready to pull off her pull ups and change when she saw the wet spots from her leaks. She dropped the pants as an image of her cousin appeared in her mind.
She had been about 3 and her panties had leaked as well. Sara told herself “This isn’t my fault, I’m not a baby.” Then she had opened the diaper pail and the smell of her own pee reminded her of what she had done. She gently touched the outside of her pull ups and realized it wasn’t that bad and it would be over soon. But as she thought that she was reminded how humiliated all this made her feel and how much she wanted it to be over. “I can’t just stand around pissing myself. I can’t let Jan do this to me. I’ve got to fight this.” She was trying to figure something out when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see the concerned face of her mother staring at her.
“Are you okay honey?”
Sara looked down and realized what she had been doing, “Okay I guess, I was just thinking.” Then she saw what her mother had in her hand. “I don’t need that mom. I’m not a baby.”
Fey set the diaper down and looked at her adult daughter. “Look Sara, I know you don’t need it, but me and your aunt were doing some talking and we think the stress of all this can’t be good for you, so we thought you should lay down for an hour or so. And since you did wet the bad last time we thought we would be safe, rather then have you wake up in a mess later.”
“Mom, I told you it was because I couldn’t get out last night. I don’t need a diaper.”
Jean grabbed the diaper and stepped forwards. “We know you don’t but you’re wearing this for several reasons. First off you had a second accident so now you’re in them till the morning. Second, you’re lying down and with this on you won’t have to worry about getting up. And third, we don’t know when our friends will get here, so it’s just in case you’re still sleeping, that way everything will look normal to them.”
Sara had wanted to say no, but the last part got her attention. She reached out for the diaper as she started to pull her trainers down, but her mother stopped her. “Why don’t you do that in the bathroom Sara? You’re still a big girl, go get cleaned up and I’ll tuck you in.”
Sara felt better as she walked into the bathroom. It made her happy to be able to clean herself. The oddity of an adult feeling happy about cleaning herself after peeing her own pants eluded her. Deep down her sub-conscious was happy to do something like a big girl. Further separating her from babyhood. She put her hand on her pull ups to pull them down but managed to rip the right side apart instead, on a whim she ripped the other side as well and set the open pull ups on the back of the toilet. Then she started cleaning.
After she was done she looked at her self in the mirror. She moved her body in several provocative poses, and felt herself grow warm as she looked at how adult she really was. It had been several days since she had –relaxed- and now her mind was looking for anything to separate her from the nursery she now slept in. She felt the rush of chemicals in her body as naughty thoughts started to course through her.
Her hand slowly inched it’s way between her legs. Her fingers seemed electric now. They caused her body to tingle she swept them lower and lower. She bit her lip as they finally found their mark. She looked down at herself in the mirror one last time, then started to close them. As her entire body started to blush she saw something off white behind her. She looked right at just as she closed her eyes.
Sara continued on for several seconds then stopped. She opened her eyes and stared at the thing behind her. It was her pull ups. Torn and open now they looked like nothing more than diapers. “No. They aren’t diapers.” She whispered. She closed her eyes and tried to get back to work. But she couldn’t shake the image of what was behind her. She stopped again and turned to look directly at the wet mass. She could smell pee, and see the discolored padding. “It’s not a diaper.” She said again.
It didn’t help, her thoughts turned from naughty to confused. She picked it up and looked at it. The pull up looked exactly like a wet diaper to her. She turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror again. Now instead of a sexually charged woman she saw a scared teen, holding a diaper that she had obviously used.
The image burned into her mind’s eye and started new connections forming. Even as she told herself “Get a grip, as soon as this week is over I’m out of here, and will never see these again.” Her brain was trying to make sense of everything. The smells, the sights, and the raw feelings. It knew something was wrong and was trying it’s best to shape everything into what should be normal.
While her subconscious battled Sara touched herself with her free hand, hoping to find release. Instead of pleasure she felt shame. Instead of an adult doing what was natural she felt that she was being a naughty girl doing something that she wasn’t supposed to.
In defeat Sara dropped the pull ups and walked back to her room, she saw the diaper in her mother’s hand and tried to grab it. “Please mom, I might have to wear it, but I’d rather put it on myself.”
Fey just shook her head. “Sorry Sara but I have to make sure it’s on right. Don’t worry about this, just lay down and let me help you.”
Sara pushed herself into the corner of the crib and shook her head. “No way! You’re not diapering me! I can do it myself.!” Fey reached out and grabbed Sara by the foot but Sara kicked it free! “No!… Please! Don’t!”
Jean had been standing a few feet back, she could see the anger welling up in her sisters eyes as she started to lash out at Sara. When Sara kicked her foot free Jean stepped forward and pulled her sister away. “Fey, let me do this okay?” She gently pulled her sister back and put her hand out to Sara. “Is that okay? Can I do it for you Sara? I’ll be quick about it alright?”
Sara sniffled a bit but nodded, she took the offered hand and pulled herself out of the corner and lay back so Jean could begin.
Jean turned towards her sister who took the hint and handed the diaper over. “Fey, I’ll be right out okay?” Sara’s mother turned on her heels and left.
Jean looked down at Sara and was shocked at how pitiful she looked. She felt horrible about what she was doing to the poor girl. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She thought, “I always wish so much that the other little angels I look after could be helped, now I’m purposely hurting this girl.”
Just as she was about to apologize Sara looked at her with her tear strained face and spoke, “I hate that bitch, she’s always holding me back. I can’t wait till I can go to college and really unwind.” She seemed to be done but added, “Thanks Jean. When I’m done with this act maybe we can go hit the scene at my house. You’d pass for a friend of mine. Maybe we can hit a few raves?”
Jean’s resolve returned, she fought to keep a neutral face as she unfolded the diaper. “Raves? Yeah, but I don’t really like your kind of music.” She gently prodded Sara whom lifted her bum to allow the diaper to be slid under her.
Sara smiled and whispered as her diaper was pulled up between her legs, “Who cares about the music, after a few party favors you won’t care what the music is like. I bet you’d love it.” Jean fastened the right side closed and was grabbing the left side as Sara lowered her voice even more. “There’s even a chance you’ll see other girls in diapers and acting babyish as well.”
Jean allowed a smile to slide onto her face as she attached the last tape. “Are you trying to tell me this isn’t your first diapering?” She couldn’t believe she was hearing this, she never thought Sara would be a druggie.
Sara looked behind her aunt to make sure the door was closed and answered. “Promise not to tell Fey?”
“Sure, just between me and you. This way you won’t tell on me for using that medicine on you.”
Sara seemed to think about that for a second and agreed, “Yeah. Sure.” Then she reached down and gently touched her diaper. “I only started wetting my bed after I started to really burn the candle at both ends partying all night. After she got tired of changing wet sheets every other day she put me in protective briefs.”
Jean interrupted her, “You mean a diaper?”
“Yeah, a diaper. So after that I stopped partying so much and it stopped.”
“You mean till now?”
Sara rolled over on her side and slapped at a spinning baby toy attached to the crib. “No, that was real, this is just because of your stupid medicine. Soon this will stop and I can go home.”
Jean smiled down at her and turned around to leave, as she turned off the light she thought she saw Sara put her hand in her diaper.
Sara closed her eyes and tried to sleep. While Jean told her sister what she had learned.
Fey didn’t take it well. “That little lying…… I can’t believe she’d do that!”
Jean was angry herself, but was trying to keep Fey under control. “Just wait a second.”
“Wait? I’m going in there and whipping her ass!”
“Fey, come on. What will that do? She’ll never trust me again and maybe even leave. What will that help? Let’s just think about this for a second.”
Sara’s mother was fuming, her face went red as Jean had started telling her what she had heard, towards the end it was blotchy. She had never felt so much anger towards her own daughter. “And what else do you think we should do? Keep on with the whole big baby plan? I’ve already cleaned up after her, I don’t want to do that again.”
Jean started massaging her sisters shoulders as she spoke. “Yes, we keep doing it. Till we feel she’s learned a lesson.”
Fey bitterly laughed, “Like she obviously learned after the first time? Look what happened. She ended up pissing the bed, and now she wants to start partying and using drugs again!”
Jean grabbed an empty baby bottle and slammed it down on the table in front of her sister. “Then THIS time we make sure she learns! She wants to wear diapers, she wants to do drugs, she wants to be high, hell she probably wants you wiping her ass while we’re at it. Then we give it all to her!”
Fey seemed to calm down a bit, watching her sister’s tirade. “So? That just means she gets exactly what she wants.”
“No Fey, we give it to her in spades. Maybe even…”
Fey looked up at her sister as she suddenly stopped talking. “What? Maybe what?”
Jean sat down next to her sister. “I think we can help her. I think we can stop her from this destructive behavior.” Her face took on a devilish look, “Permanently.”
Fey didn’t smile, “Jean, we can’t turn her into a baby, I’m not changing diapers again.”
But Jean laughed that off, "No,