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Are you doing any new stories or looking for new ideas?

I do have a number of stories in the works.

I'm always open to new story ideas if anyone has suggestions.

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Ariana had just woken up from a great night’s sleep with, as usual, a soaking wet goodnite. The top of the night time pants peeked out of the back of her PJ shorts as she started getting ready for the day.

Ariana Grande requested by @blueboi927

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Never change, cutie...oh you meant your diaper? Yes, you definitely need a diaper change.

Lookie I’m Soggy!

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POV as I pass your desk…

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Home for the Holidays - Part Two

Part One Here

Kim was watching the news broadcast with disbelief.  'Snow storm of the Century’ they said.  A snow emergency had closed all major roads while snow crews worked to clear them, all non-emergency traffic was restricted, and Kim was trapped.  Stuck in her parents home for who knows how long, with her sister, and nothing to wear that wasn’t meant for girls half Kim’s age; she could almost convince herself she was trapped in her worst nightmare.

Very much awake, Kim set about searching for her last hope, the outfit she had worn the night before.  The clothes had disappeared overnight, but they couldn’t have just vanished.  After double checking all around her bedroom, Kim reluctantly ventured out to search the rest of the house.  Kim was very conscious of how she looked, and very reluctant to go anywhere that her sister might see her again.  Pink pajama top, light blue sweatpants with a pink heart across her butt (she couldn’t escape from the pink completely), and most embarrassing for Kim, her panties were, while not quite waterproof, definitely designed with absorption in mind.  A younger Kimmy, the one who still had accidents, probably considered this pair of pink panties to be cute and adult-like, but Kim had long since passed her pink phase, and these panties were closer on the scale to diapers than they were to her normal panties.  Luckily, no one would ever need to know what she was wearing under her pants, and once she washed the sweat from her real panties, she could wear them again; although Kim wasn’t completely sure how she was going to make one pair of panties last for two weeks without having to do laundry everyday.

After a short search of the house, in which Kim went mercifully unnoticed, she found what happened to her clothes.  In the laundry room, a load of wet laundry sat in the washing machine, waiting to be transferred to the dryer.  After digging through wad of wet clothes, Kim found what she was looking for, her blouse and pants.  This had her mother’s doing written all over it.  When Kim was younger and still living in this house, her mother would always barge into Kim’s room, usually when the girl was still asleep, and take any dirty clothes she could find to be washed.  Kim always hated when her mother did that, mostly because her mother always managed to find Kim’s clothes just after she had an accident, even when she tried to hide them from her mother.  It also meant that Kim’s mother always knew whenever Kim wet the bed, because she was always in the girl’s room before Kim woke up.  Now however, Kim didn’t have accidents anymore, but she was still peeved that her mother stole her clothes just to wash them, even though she was leaving on vacation minutes later.  Kim quickly pulled her clothes out of the washer and threw them into the dryer.  She didn’t bother with the rest of the load, someone else could deal with that, even if that someone was Kim’s mother, two weeks from now, and besides, Kim was pretty sure the clothes would dry faster if there were fewer clothes in the dryer.  Kim set the dial on very high, and started the dryer; hopefully now her clothes would dry quickly, and she could be back to feeling like an adult.

Kim made it halfway up the stairs, on her way to hide in her bedroom until the dryer was finished, but she was interrupted by her sister’s voice calling out to her.

“Oh there you are, I was just going to come and look for you.”  Casey’s sounded as bright and cheerful as always.  “Do you want to decorate the Christmas tree with me?” The girl looked so hopeful that Kim almost said yes without even thinking, but instead she shook her head.

“I, um…I’m pretty tired, so I’m going to go back to bed for a little bit, maybe another time.”  Even if she hadn’t commented anymore on Kim’s outfit, Kim had no desire to be seen by anyone, especially her little sister, while in such a childish outfit.  Kim could already feel herself blushing slightly under Casey’s innocent gaze.

“Please?  I never get to see you anymore.  You never come home, and now you won’t even leave your room.  It won’t take long, please?”  Casey had obviously perfected the puppy dog look.  Kim had no doubt many a boy and parent had been slain by this exact look.  Kim felt her resolution wavering as she sighed.

“Isn’t the tree already decorated?  I saw it yesterday.”

“Nope!”  Casey giggled as she obviously took Kim’s question as acquiescence.  “I saved a box of ornaments just so we could put them up together, just like when we were kids.” Casey grabbed Kim’s hand and pulled her down the stairs.  Kim had to struggle just to stay upright as she was manhandled by her sister.  If Kim had tried to stop or resist, she would have probably fallen down the stairs, dragged down by her sister.

Kim let herself enjoy the decorating as she managed to forget her state of dress.  It really had been forever since she spent time with her sister.  Most of Kim and Casey’s interactions over the past couple years had just been brief greetings, or arguing, but now they were actually having fun.  Laughing and joking with each other, the last of the ornaments were soon hanging nicely from the christmas tree.

“Just one last thing.”  Casey grabbed the star meant to sit atop the tip of the tree, and handed it to Kim.  Kim took it without really thinking, but then opened her mouth in confusion.  The christmas tree wasn’t particularly tall, but it was certainly much too tall for Kim to put the star on top, at best she could place it a bit more than halfway up the artificial pine tree.  Kim had learned this lesson the hard way in her younger, more immature, years.  She had insisted on being the one to put the star on, despite already being the shortest on in the family.  One tall chair while standing on tiptoes, meant Kim could just barely get the star in place.  Unfortunately, just as Kim was stretching up to place the star, she lost her balance.  Falling forward into the tree, Kim took half the ornaments with her, and the whole tree might have fallen if not for the quick intervention of her father.  Ever since that time, it had been decided that someone else would take care of the star; Kim was relegated to the lower half of the tree.

“What’re you…?”  Now; however, Kim was holding the star, and trying to figure out what Casey was doing.  Her sister made no move to take the star back, and instead Kim felt Casey’s hands grab her by the armpits.  Kim couldn’t help but let out a yelp of surprise as she felt herself lifted off the ground by her sister.  Once her body got over the fear of suddenly being airborne, Kim felt a begrudging admiration for Casey, as Kim was once again reminded of the difference in their physical abilities thanks to the great difference in stature.  Even so, Kim had no desire to be picked up by anyone; especially when they did so with such apparent ease.

“Up you go!” Casey hefted Kim up until she was eye level with the top of the Christmas tree.

“What are you doing?  Put me down!”  Kim tried to struggle, but her legs kicked impotently back and forth, just barely missing the tree.  Kim was powerless in her sister’s grasp.

“C’mon silly, put the star on.  Weren’t you always sad that you couldn’t do it when we were kids?  Hurry up now, I can’t lift you up forever.”  Kim could easily see the fastest way out of the situation, so she quickly plopped the star on top of the tree.

“It’s crooked, can you straighten it up?”  Groaning, Kim stretched out once again while still in her sister’s hands, and adjusted the star so that it was perfectly straight.  Kim’s armpits were starting to hurt from where she was being held, but mercifully she felt herself lowering back to solid ground.

“Perfect,”  Casey stood back and admired their handiwork.  “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Yeah, whatever.” Kim was still scowling, mad about being picked up, and Casey picked up on her attitude immediately.

“Oh come on.  This was fun, wasn’t it?  You could at least smile.” ��

“Yeah, yeah.”  Kim waved her hand dismissively, and turned to leave.  It had been fun while it lasted, but she was not in the mood to play with her baby sister anymore.  Kim decided to check on the dryer, and see if her clothes were dry yet.

“Oh no you don’t.”  Casey’s voice sounded mischievous, and Kim felt her sister’s hands grab her from behind once again, but at least she stayed planted on the ground this time.  “I know how to make you smile.”

“Hey!  Let me go.”  Kim struggled against her sister’s hands, but the younger girl was too strong.

“Nope, not until you show me that pretty smile.”  Kim felt herself get spun around, and so she glared up at Casey, refusing to smile more on principle now.  “You can act all mature, but one thing will never change!”  On the word ‘Change’ Casey dug a finger into Kim’s side, and Kim immediately squirmed, trying to escape.  Kim was especially ticklish, a fact that Casey knew, and sometimes abused, all too well.

“Heahha, Stop it!”  Kim tried to remain composed and regain control, but it was difficult to do between spurts of uncontrollable laughter.  “I’m serious, stop it!”

“Why would I do that?”  Casey asked, now attacking Kim’s armpits, one of her most sensitive spots.  “You’re having so much fun now.”

“Hahaaha, No I’m, hahahah.  Stop it! Hahahaha.”  Kim collapsed to the ground, her entire body writhing as Casey continued to tickle her unrelentingly.  Casey followed Kim to the ground, straddling the smaller girl, effectively pinning her down, while still giving Casey easy access to all of Kim’s most ticklish spots.

It certainly wasn’t the first tickle fight the sister’s had ever gotten in, but at least when they were kids, Kim could give almost as good as she got.  Now, with the difference in size, Kim couldn’t even touch Casey as the older girl was subjected to wave after wave of laughter.  Kim couldn’t even laugh anymore, she could barely breath.  She was crying from laughing so hard, but even still Casey didn’t relent.  Kim had all but accepted her fate, any resistance she put up was token at best.  There was no way for Kim to win, so she had to just ride it out.  That all changed when Kim felt a strange sensation from her lower half.

“AH!  Stopstopstop!  Please, get off me right now.”  Kim’s voice returned to her.  As her body continued to convulse, Kim felt another spasm from her abdomen.  Rolling around beneath her sister’s probing fingers, Kim could feel her bladder shaking, another spurt of something warm sprayed into Kim’s panties where it was greedily absorbed by the darkening fabric.  All the laughing and tickling was wreaking havoc on Kim’s bladder, any more and there might be no stopping it.

“What’s wrong.”  Casey slowed her assault as she noticed the change in her sister.

“Just let me up.”  Kim demanded, desperate to escape before her sister noticed what was happening, but it was the wrong decision.  After hearing Kim’s demand, Casey redoubled her attack, and Kim was overwhelmed once again by a wave of laughter, causing another wave of pee to pool in the girl’s panties.

“HahahahahahaNoStophahahah, I’m peeing, I’m peeing.  Stop!”  Casey stopped at her sister’s cries, but it was too late.  Gingerly stepping off of her sister, Casey could see a puddle forming beneath Kim as the older girl’s absorbent panties gave up the fight, and Kim’s light blue pants were stained as the soft fabric became saturated and stuck to her skin.

Kim had been crying from laughter, but now she found it hard to stop, as she was utterly humiliated in front of her sister.  Even if it was Casey’s fault, Casey wasn’t the one who had peed her pants.  Casey wasn’t the one who needed to be picked up just to decorate a Christmas tree.  And Casey certainly wasn’t the one who was wearing clothes meant for a little girl, which were now soaked in pee.

“Aww, don’t cry Kimmy.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t think you would have an accident”  She really did sound sincere.  “Why don’t you go take a shower, I’ll clean this up, and bring you some dry clothes.”

Kim didn’t say anything, she just nodded, and wiped the tears from her eyes.  Kim slowly retreated back upstairs, leaving a trail of pee as it dripped down from her sopping wet pants.  Casey watched her go, noting the pink heart on Kim’s butt which was, like the rest of Kim’s pants, soaked.

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Someone is a very wet diaper girl.

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After Kitten’s nighttime accidents started happening during the day as well, we needed to make her nighttime diapers into all-day diapers. Getting her ready for school now involves taping her into a thick nighttime diaper that barely fits under her leggings. She hasn’t yet noticed how obvious the diaper bulge is when she turns around or bends over, and that’s when she’s still dry, not to mention the waistband that peeks up from under her pants. The other kids at school will no doubt let her know just how obvious it is that she is back in diapers, but it’s either this or get sent to the nurses office with wet pants once again.

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Kitten got to choose her outfit for our trip to the park today. She picked out her favorite floaty pink tutu. She looked adorable. Of course, with how many potty problems Kitten has been having I didn’t trust her in just pull-ups when we went out, (she’s been having so many accidents that panties was never even in the conversation), so I put her in proper diapers under that cute skirt. Kitten’s tutu doesn’t exactly do a great job of hiding her diaper, but don’t tell Kitten that, she is having too much fun playing.

At least this way it’s easy to spot the moment that Kitten loses control of her bladder and wets her diaper. Even if Kitten herself doesn’t notice right away.

Playing outside!

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Stephanie - Part One

Stephanie sat near the back of class as her professor droned on about some topic or another. It was a smallish auditorium. Sitting about a hundred kids, the seats were tiered so that Stephanie was looking down slightly from her seat near the back. She smoothed her skirt out as she sat, paying more attention to her clothes than the lesson being taught. She had chosen an especially short skirt today. Not that any of the skirts she wore were particularly long, but this one was especially daring. It didn’t bother her though. She enjoyed the attention. Stephanie had worked hard to be in the shape she was, and sometimes it felt kind of nice to know people were admiring her legs. She did make sure to wear a pair of full, but still cute, panties. 

Stephanie tried to cross her legs underneath the desk, but it was a tight fit, and less than comfortable. She was growing increasingly uncomfortable as the minutes dragged on, and it had nothing to do with the desk. Stephanie eyed the empty Starbucks cup sitting on the desk in front of her, and she couldn’t help but picture the empty nalgene water bottle that was in her bag. It hadn’t been empty for long.  Stephanie was shifting in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position that didn’t press on her bladder so much. 

“Stephanie!” Professor Sorinsen’s hard voice cut sharply through the room. Stephanie gave a little squeak and jumped in her chair, banging her knee on the underside of the desk. “You seem particularly engaged in the lesson today.” The professor continued. “Why don’t you come down here and help me with this demonstration.”

Stephanie groaned quietly as she stood up from her desk. She gave her skirt one last smoothing before walking down to the front of the room where her professor stood waiting. Stephanie wished she had slipped out the door at the back of the classroom before her Professor Sorinsen had noticed her. Or maybe it would have been better to skip the class entirely. That way she would have to pee so badly. 

“Stop fidgeting.” Professor Sorinsen snapped. Stephanie had been shifting from foot to foot almost unconsciously. She was so focused on how much she needed to pee that she had almost been potty dancing in front of the entire class. Most of those one hundred seats were full, and there was no doubt that every eye was on her now. Stephanie felt her face heating up slightly at so many having seen her be scolded by the professor. “Hold this.” He told her, handing Stephanie what looked like a black ball; it was smooth like glass, but it felt too heavy to be glass.

“Hold it up, like this.” Professor Sorinsen positioned Stephanie’s hands so she was holding the black ball straight out in front of her, facing the rest of the class. It took both hands to hold the ball steady. “Hold still.” Stephanie blushed again at the reminder. She had been bending her knees and crossing her legs while standing. Definitely potty dancing now.

It was torture for Stephanie to stand perfectly straight while the professor was fiddling with some device off to her right. It seemed to be some kind of laser pointer that he was adjusting until it was shining directly on the ball in her hands. Stephanie needed to pee. Like really needed to pee. Her arms were already getting tired of holding this stupid ball, and every time she made the slightest movement the point of the laser would jump around on the ball, sometimes missing the ball entirely. Whenever this happened Professor Sorinsen would glare at Stephanie until she managed to hold still with the ball in place. Finally, getting frustrated with her constant fidgeting, Professor Sorinsen stalked over to where Stephanie was standing. For a moment she hoped that he was going to take the ball away from her, but instead he just took her hands and moved them to the proper position, so that the laser was dead center. He gave her a sharp look, and pointed his finger at her firmly. 

“Don’t move a muscle.” Professor Sorinsen commanded. before striding back over to his device. Stephanie bit her lip and closed her eyes. It was so hard to stay perfectly still.

Stephanie opened her eyes to the sounds of laughter. Her first instinct was to look at Professor Sorinsen. Had he messed up the demonstration somehow? A split second later, Stephanie realized the truth. Her need to pee was rapidly deflating. A look down confirmed her worst fears. Stephanie was peeing her pants. Or skirt rather. The force of her pee had been so much that even the front of her short skirt was stained with a big wet spot now. Giggles rippled through the lecture hall, quickly replaced by open laughter. Stephanie even spotted a few people taking photos with their phones. She felt rooted to the spot. All Stephanie wanted to do was run away, but her legs didn’t seem to work. She could still feel the rivulets of pee running down the inside of her legs. Professor Sorinsen was obviously unimpressed by her accident. He scowled at her, or more precisely at the mess she had made on the floor.

“I can assure you,” The professor said loudly to the class. “That was not part of the demonstration.”

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Steph was so excited when she woke up. For once she wasn’t waking up all wet clammy in a puddle of her own pee. She couldn’t wait to rub it in Grant’s face. She had known it was just a phase. She definitely wasn’t going to wet the bed ever again. She pulled back the covers and sat up in bed, but before she could get up Grant walked in the room. He smiled when he saw her, and her own face split into a triumphant smile.

“I didn’t wet the bed! See?” Steph patted the dry sheets. The slightly yellow stain probably wouldn’t ever come out, but at least they were dry.

“I see that,” Grant answered. “I guess your diapers did the job, huh?”

Steph’s smile froze and her face flushed crimson as she remembered the events of the previous night. Grant had been tired of her waking up soaking wet, so he had diapered her before bed. She had been trying to block the memory out, but it was no use now. She could feel the swollen diaper enveloping her butt as she shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Steph didn’t feel quite so dry anymore. She hesitantly reached a hand down between her legs and felt the diaper beneath her pajamas. It was soaked near to bursting. She might not have wet the bed, but she definitely wet her diaper.

Grant just patted her head fondly. “Maybe tonight you’ll stay dry. Until then...” He pulled a fresh diaper from the huge supply he had bought for her. Steph could only nod, she was still blushing, and couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes. Steph had a feeling it would be a long time before she was out of diapers.

😳 😳 Uh oh

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Try as she might, Steph couldn’t quite get her romper to cover the thick diaper she was forced to wear. As if wearing a diaper in the first place wasn’t bad enough, now she was stuck in this babyish onesie with her diapers poking out for everyone to see. One accident, and she was back to wearing such infantile clothing. It was only one accident. The fact that her diaper was now soaked had nothing to do with anything as far as Steph was concerned. Grant obviously didn’t share Steph’s beliefs. Her boyfriend took one look at the swollen diaper, and the expression on his face told Steph that she was in for a somehow even worse punishment than she was already. One look at his face and Steph felt her already wet diaper grow warm once again.

H-hey eyes up here mister!

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It didn’t matter that Steph had graduated from high-school a couple years ago. Rules were rules in her dad’s house. A wet bed meant diapers. Steph had hoped he had forgotten that weird rule. After all, her younger brother was in high-school already, but her dad didn’t miss a beat. No sooner had he caught Steph trying to shove the pee-stained sheets into the washing machine, than he produced a package of way too thick diapers that were just in her size. It was too much to bear for Steph. It was just one accident, but he seriously expected her to wear the absorbent underwear because he didn’t trust her not to pee herself. 

The worst part was that the diapers weren’t just for bedtime. Steph had to wear them during the day. That meant to college, and to work. Her work skirt was already dangerous on windy days, how was she going to avoid flashing her diapers to the entire world?

No no no please I really can’t go out like THIS 💦😳😳💦

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Unfortunately for Stephanie, she didn’t know just how strict the punishment for having an accident at school would be. She wasn’t even allowed the usual skirt that would have at least covered some of her new thick diaper. 

The other students were encouraged to alert a faculty member whenever Stephanie had an accident in her diapers. If she could stay dry for a week, she could go back to wearing pull-ups and a skirt at least, but every accident meant an extra week in thick diapers.

After just three days, Stephanie had already earned herself 1 month in diapers. It was going to be a long school year

💦Timeout?! But how for how long?! I need t-to…to..umm…uh oh..  💦 

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"Wow you are actually wearing it?" Lexi had been playing truth or dare with a few of her friends at a sleepover, and wasn't about to give up a secret. She was sure the dare would be easy, but she was starting to regret her decision a little. Her friends decided to dare her to wear one of their little sister's pull-ups for the rest of the night, including sleeping in it. Now that she had put one on in the privacy of the bathroom, her friends were in disbelief she actually was wearing it.

"Well I did choose dare, I don't have too much of a choice do I?" Lexi was in disbelief herself if she was being honest. She blushed while pulling down her pants just enough to show them the top of the pull-up as proof. She had not worn diapers for years and yet here she was showing off her training pants to her friends. They will all forget about it in the morning she thought to herself. She couldn't wait for the night to pass and for everyone to just forget this ever happened. As the fun of the sleep over started to fade into exhaustion everyone decided it was time to sleep.

Lexi was hoping everyone was going to forget about her padding when she woke up the next morning, but she was in for a bit of a surprise. Her friends had decided they wanted a picture, just as a memory of their exciting game of truth or dare. Lexi was woken up by her friends tugging her pajama pants down in order to snap a quick photo of her diaper.

They were shocked when they realized Lexi had soaked the diaper she was dared to wear. At some point in her sleep Lexi must have lost control and released all her pee into the soft padding between her legs. The pull-up was swollen and there was no mistaking the indicators showing the diaper was used. Lexi gasped in horror at the realization she had wet the bed at her age. Not only had she not done that in years but never before had she done it at a sleepover. Now she was in front of all her friends in a soaked diaper because of a stupid dare. Lexi wanted to disappear and just make everyone forget about this, but then she heard a shutter snap.

Her friends would certainly never forget Lexi's dare now that they had photographic proof of her accident. Something told Lexi she would never forget her accident either.

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Jennifer’s diapered vacation

Hey all, here’s a short sneak peak of an unedited part of the first chapter for a new story I’m working on. So far I’ve written about 5,000 words, but I’ll just post a short section for today while I continue to work on the rest. The story will contain female desperation, wetting, humiliation and diapers. 18+

“No one will even notice Jennifer.” Jennifer’s mother said, obviously exasperated. “This is not up for discussion. You will wear them.”

Jennifer stood with her arms crossed defiantly, eyes red-rimmed. This wasn’t how this vacation was supposed to go at all. 

“This isn’t fair.” Jennifer yelled, stomping her foot. “I won’t do it.”

“Jennifer...” Jennifer’s mother held up a finger, her voice gaining an edge. “Don’t you take that tone with me. You will do as you’re told.”

“I won’t do it!” Jennifer repeated. “You can’t make me.” This was the worst. Just because she occasionally had accidents at night, her mother wanted her to wear diapers. It basically never happened anymore. Her mother was just overreacting. The worst part was that Jennifer’s sister, Sarah, was watching the whole exchange. Sarah was only one year older than Jennifer, and she was so stuck up. She always had to act like she was in charge, when really she was just a whiny little kid at heart. “Make Sarah wear them, she’s the real baby of the family.”

“That’s it!” Jennifer’s mother snapped. “I warned you.” Jennifer half expected her mother to flip her over for a spanking then and there, but instead her mother stalked out of the room without another word.

“Why won’t you just do what she says?” Sarah asked. Definitely stuck up. “If you just listen, then she wouldn’t be so hard on you.”

“Shut up!” Jennifer snapped at her sister. “You’re just jealous that I’m so much prettier than you are.”

Sarah just shook her head and walked away.

Jennifer sat down, waiting for her mother to storm back into the room and start arguing all over again. Nothing happened. They were supposed to be leaving soon, and Jennifer started to wonder if her family was going to leave her behind. Would they really do it? They had all been looking forward to this trip for months, they wouldn’t actually leave her out, all over a diaper, would they? Jennifer started to get nervous, and finally she ran out of her room and into the living room. Her family was still there. Her sister sat reading a book, and her parents were softly talking to each other.

Jennifer waited for the storm that never came. Surely her mother had talked to her dad, and the yelling would start all over again. Instead, no one even mentioned the argument that had been raging mere minutes before. Jennifer even allowed herself to hope that maybe her mom had changed her mind. No luck. Once all the bags were loaded in the car, Jennifer’s mother very calmly asked if Jennifer was going to get changed, or if she needed someone to do it for her. 

With all the scowling and eye-rolling she could manage, Jennifer went to the bathroom and replaced her white lace thong with a pair of pink and purple patterned  pull-ups. Just because it was going to be a long car ride, apparently no one trusted her to not piss all over herself. It was ridiculous. Wearing them to bed was already bad enough, but during the day like this was simply absurd. Jennifer contemplated not wearing them, but her mother had sounded serious about changing Jennifer herself if necessary. Pulling her yoga pants back up over the diaper, Jennifer left the bathroom. She was stopped at the front door by her mother, who pulled Jennifer’s waistband down enough to confirm what she was wearing underneath. No one trusted Jennifer; it was completely unfair.

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Jennifer stood in front of the whole class. She tried to stifle her sniffles as everyone else laughed. There were faces she recognized in the crowd. Her sister, her ex-boyfriend, there was even the boy she had a crush on in the first grade. It was strange, Jennifer hadn’t seen the boy in more than 10 years, but for some reason she was sure it was him. She couldn’t bring herself to move as the teacher addressed the whole class.

“It looks like Miss Jennifer couldn’t quite make it to the potty.” Mrs. Barnes said. It was true. Jennifer plucked at the uncomfortable wet fabric that was sticking to her legs. A huge wet spot stained the front of her white pants.

“No,” Jennifer tried to deny it. “I just...spilled something. That’s all.”

“Oh dear,” Mrs. Barnes didn’t sound the least bit empathetic. “Wetting yourself and lying. You are a naughty little girl, aren’t you? Why don’t you try telling the truth for once?”

“I wet myself.” Jennifer said. Her eyes went wide. That wasn’t what she had meant to say at all. It felt like the truth was being dragged out of her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. “I thought I could hold it, and I was too embarrassed to ask to leave, but I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

“That’s more like it.” Mrs. Barnes said with a nod. “Is there anything else you would like to get off your chest?”

Jennifer wanted to scream ‘No there isn’t you sadistic bitch.’ Instead, words poured uncontrollably out of her mouth.

“I was the only girl wearing diapers at a sleepover when I was nine. I assumed everyone else still wet the bed sometimes, but they all teased me when they found out I still needed diapers.” Jennifer admitted, blushing at the memory. She looked down to find that she was wearing her pink unicorn pajamas. There was an obvious stain down one leg where her pampers had leaked.

“And?” Mrs. Barnes prompted.

“I wet myself at my aunt’s wedding when I was twelve. I was the flower girl, and I ruined my dress. My mom put me back in diapers for a month after that.” Jennifer said, unable to stop herself. Her entire family had witnessed that accident, and they still brought it up sometimes during family reunions. Jennifer was wearing a formal white dress, with a huge damp spot on the back. No matter how hard she tried, Jennifer couldn’t tug the hem of the dress down below the two diapers her mother had taped her into.

“Surely there’s more you would like to share?” Mrs. Barnes asked with an evil smile. Jennifer shook with fear.

“No,” Jennifer begged. “Please, no more.”

“No?” Mrs. Barnes sounded amused. “Does that mean you don’t want to tell the story of the time you fell asleep in the car during a family vacation?” Jennifer’s clothes were back to normal. Her grey yoga pants were doing their best to hide the bulge of a thick diaper around her waist. She usually only wore them to bed, so Jennifer didn’t usually need to worry about hiding her diapers under her clothes.  Mrs. Barnes continued. “You were so insistent that you didn’t need to wear diapers anymore, but what is the first thing you do on vacation?” Jennifer felt her bladder give way. She could only watch as her diaper ballooned outward, forcing her legs apart, and leaking waterfalls down both of her legs, forming a puddle on the tile floor. “I can’t remember what happens next.” Mrs. Barnes sounded pensive. “I wonder how your family will react. Your mother is quite cross with you. I suppose there’s only one way to find out.” The last thing Jennifer saw was a cruel smile cross the older woman’s lips.

Jennifer jerked awake. Only her seat belt kept her from falling out of her seat. Her vision was blurry and her head felt fuzzy. Blearily, she blinked the sleep away. She knew there had been a dream, but the details were already fading away. Jennifer couldn’t remember what had startled her awake so violently.

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not again..