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Hi there, readers! I'm here with a little one-off inspired by the picture and story in the following link https://www.furaffinity.net/view/7854418/ . The picture was drawn by Oni-kun for Seifer, who wrote the story, and included a character from a friend of theirs that they lent to them. Thank you so much, Seifer, for letting me write out this story that yours and the pic sparked in my mind! And to everyone reading, I hope that you all enjoy it! The Games We Play by Panther Cub Ibilisi laid there on the grass, glaring at her squadmates. She could hear snickers and laughter coming from the crowd behind her, but she paid them no attention. She raised an eyebrow and looked at her fellow cheerleaders expectantly. "Well? Don't keep me waiting, dammit! You wanted this to happen, so you get to deal with it!" The it she was referring to was the fully loaded diaper, a Poopers' Brand no less, on display for all to see wrapped snugly around her waist. Despite having addressed the entire squad, she instead zeroed in on the vixen responsible for her current situation. I can't believe that Sheila was able to trick me! She's a damn idiot! As she was thinking this, she looked over to the open pack of diapers, proudly displaying the brand name, as well as the tub of wipes and the canister of baby powder that were all set up right next to her. "You pooping yourself is not my problem," Sheila said with a scoff, looking away, only to see that the other girls in their little group were icily looking at her. "What?! Don't tell me that you all think I should be the one to... change her!" It was after saying that a realization sparked to life in the cougar's mind. Wait a second... Sheila is an idiot! "It seems to me, Sheila, that it's only fair that you clean up your own mess," Ibi said with a smirk. The vixen whipped around to scowl at Ibi. "I don't think you're going to be acting so smug when the pictures people have taken and are still taking start making their rounds. You can pretend that you're not humiliated, but you, me, and everyone else here knows otherwise!" Sheila put her paws on her hips, swishing her tail with a self-congratulatory grin on her muzzle, which was quickly whipped away when Ibi rolled her eyes and snorted. "The worst that could possibly happen with this little prank of yours has already happened, Sheila," Ibi stated matter of factly with a smirk. "And sure, people will joke and laugh and bring up me filling my diaper in front from time to time, but in the end, that will fade. Someone will do something else to get everyone's attention, and then another, and then another." "So?" Sheila asked, trying to maintain her haughty attitude, and failing. "So... what if it didn't end? At least not right away." Ibi fought to maintain her cool and aloof demeanor. She may have fallen for Sheila's trap earlier, but she was still a veteran when it came to laying her own. "What do you mean?" Sheila asked, looking back at the other girls, who all seemed just as confused as she did. "What I mean is this. You clean up your mess right here and now, and not only will I continue to wear a diaper for the rest of the game, as we agreed, but I'll also be willing to make another, similar bet." She watched as Sheila stepped forward cautiously, but curiously. "What kind of bet?" As the vixen's tail slowly began to swish back and forth in excitement, Ibi knew that the bait had been taken. "If our team manages to win, I'll stay in diapers for all of next week. If they lose, you'll be the one to wear them. All week long." The vixen rubbed her chin as she mulled this over. "Well, that sounds like more of a risk for me than for you," Sheila said, crossing her arms and turning her nose up, surprising the cougar. "What?" Damn! Ibi thought. "You just said that the worst has already happened for you. People saw you in a diaper, that you pooped, and, if I agree to take this deal, will then have changed, right here in front of a stadium of witnesses! A week wearing diapers to school is nothing compared to that!" Sheila huffed, irritating Ibi. "Fine then, a month. And the winner gets to pick outfits for the loser to wear!" Even if she somehow lost, which didn't seem likely due to their team's performance so far, Ibi could do a month in diapers and ugly or humiliating clothes easily. Grinning internally, she knew she could make anything look good. "Yeah, no. That's not good enough for me. How about..." Sheila began to scratch her chin while looking thoughtful, her tail still swishing with excitement. "Loser has to wear diapers for the rest of the game season, as well as becomes the cheerleading squad's unofficial mascot, with all of us on the squad getting to be the loser's babysitters, pick outfits for said loser, and regularly check to see if they need a diaper change." At this, the other girls started to smile and whisper to each other in excitement. "O-oh, really?" Ibi tried to think about how confident she actually was that their school's team was going to lose this game. "Unless, of course, you don't think you can do it?" That got Ibi's attention, and indeed, her entire focus, on the smug grin Sheila was now sporting. "Which is understandable for a little Pawper-packer like yourself." So she thinks she's going to get me to chicken out?! We'll see about that! Ibi let her bitchy nature take over again. It helped see her through what would have been the most humiliating moment of a weaker girl's life, and it'll help her again. "Well then, why stop at just the end of the season? Why not until the end of the school year?" Ibi practically snarled. "How about the rest of this year and all of next?" The other cheerleaders couldn't believe that they were witnessing Sheila and Ibi haggle over how long the loser of their next bet would have to be in diapers. Most were amazed at how she tried to remain intimidating while laying there on the grass, next to the changing supplies, still waiting on a diaper change. "All the way through to graduation night!" Ibi said. That made the vixen pause, as though she only just now considered how much time in diapers that would be, and the considerable power that the winner could have over the loser. She looked pensive as she turned to look at their school's team, spotting her boyfriend talking to some of the other players on the sidelines. Ibi wasn't sure how much longer halftime was going to be, but it couldn't be much longer. That was when she thought of one more card she could play. The cougar followed Sheila's line of sight and caught the eye of the vixen's leopard boyfriend. She waved to him while winking suggestively. He looked at her confused, before he smiled and waved back. Diaper or not, Ibi was still practically a professional when it came to flirting. Sheila could see that he was looking away from her and realized just who he was waving at. Her tail bushed out and she had to bite back an angry yip. "DEAL!" Sheila dropped to her knees in front of Ibi and grabbed the container of wipes as well as a fresh diaper, making a big show of fluffing it out. Ibi, the crowd nearest them, several players, and the rest of their cheer squad, watched as the vixen tore both tapes and, with one paw, gathered up Ibilisi's legs at the ankles. Ibi couldn't help but blush a little from some sounds of disgust once her diaper was opened, and chose not to look down. She let out a sigh as she spotted a few people in the stands with their phones out to snap some more pictures and record her public diaper change. The cougar was surprised at how thorough Sheila was during the process. She used the front half of the diaper to clean up most of the mess, setting it aside. She then set about using a couple pawfuls of wipes to rigorously continue cleaning Ibi's bottom and other affected areas. She took a moment to use her free paw to ball them all up into the used diaper and tape it shut. Sheila slid the clean diaper under Ibi's bottom, and proceeded to give her a very liberal dusting of baby powder. After her legs were lowered and her front was also dusted, the front of the diaper was pulled up, and the tapes snugly attached. After taking a second to check the leg gathers, Ibilisi was rolled onto her side, so that Sheila could then affix the tape right above the tail. With that, she gave Ibi's padded bottom a hearty slap, signifying that the change was over, and smiling a little from the puff of powder that escaped as a result. "No different from when I have to babysit... well, aside from the size that is. Anyways, I think you're a big enough girl to be trusted to put her own skirt back on... for now," Sheila said in a sickeningly sweet voice used for very small children. She grabbed the balled up used diaper and carried it over to a nearby trash can, before jogging off to a nearby restroom. Ibi assumed it was so the vixen in question could wash her paws. Ibi blushed a little as she fastened her skirt back on, shooting the milling other cheerleaders a death glare. They scurried back to their squad's proper spot. As she started walking back towards them, crinkling a little as she did so, Ibi started to wonder if she'd made a mistake. "... Nah," she muttered to herself, ignoring the laughs she got as she picked up her pom-poms. "There's no way our team's going to win this one." * * * HOW COULD THEY WIN?! THEY FUMBLED ALMOST EVERY FREAKIN' PASS FOR THE FIRST HALF OF THE DAMN GAME!!! Ibi was livid, and blushing furiously as she heard the coos and excited chatter about what adorable outfits they could pick for her coming from her own squadmates. Her sour mood and the growing feeling of dread was a stark contrast to the players and fans in the stand celebrating the landslide, come-from-behind victory. When it became apparent that their team was going to win, Ibi had started to panic internally, not being helped by Sheila constantly catching her eye and grinning at her. Maybe she could talk Sheila out of this bet somehow... "Hey everyone! It looks like our squad's got a new mascot, Baby Ibilisi!" Ibi turned around to see Sheila holding the bullhorn that she was only supposed to use to help pump up the crowd or lead them in a cheer! The vixen seemed to be doing just that, as she practically skipped right over to the speechless cougar and, in one fluid motion, whipped Ibi's skirt off before throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Little Ibi here promised that if our team won, she was going to wear diapers all the way to graduation! Now that's dedication and some serious school spirit!" The stands erupted into cheers, and Ibi stood there, the rest of her squadmates practically beaming with elation, she forced a confident smirk and waved to the crowd. She wasn't sure how, but she knew that she was going to make Sheila pay. Monday Morning... Ibi confidently strode through the school's front doors, ignoring whispers and laughs she could hear from her peers as she passed. Any she fixed with a glare immediately shut up, bringing a smile to her face, despite the faint crinkling that came from under her skirt as she walked, albeit with a slight waddle. She was determined not to let this little setback ruin her meticulously crafted social life, nor let Sheila think for a moment that she won. The cougar may have lost the bet, but she would be damned before she would show a shred of weakness in front of that airheaded vixen. So what if she was stuck in diapers for the foreseeable future? Heading towards the locker room, her ears picking up on the faint sounds of excited chatter and giggles coming from her squad mates, she smirked. If they thought for one moment that her being the squad's unofficial baby mascot would mean she would no longer be calling the shots, or that she would be acting more meek, they were dead wrong. She pulled the double doors open and walked inside, her tail swishing as she entered her full bitch mode once again. She came to a stop just as the room fell silent, her paws on her hips. She looked at her squadmates, glowering at them as if to dare them to say anything about what they all knew she was wearing at that moment. Most quickly became uncomfortable and looked away, the exception not being at all a surprise to the cougar. "There she is!" Sheila practically skipped over to a duffel bag set on the ground near Ibi's locker. Ibilisi simply raised an eyebrow while crossing her arms, silently waiting for Sheila to continue. "Well don't be shy, little Ibi." Sheila spoke with a coo as she reached down and unzipped the bag, pulling out what at first Ibi thought was their cheer uniform. It was a bit wrong though, as the top and the skirt were connected, with an odd extra flap of cloth hanging down, clearly coming from within the skirt itself. On the chest was a print of a pacifier, almost identical to the one that was clipped to the top of the outfit, dangling from a pink lanyard. Ibi cringed internally as she realized what she was looking at, ensuring to maintain a cool outer demeanor. "Isn't it cute? We chipped in and got this made custom onesie just for you! And the skirt is even detachable, to make diaper changes easier," Sheila said, practically beaming with excitement as she pulled the skirt off, which Ibi only now realized was much shorter than their usual uniform skirts. "Well, that is pretty adorable, although I am curious about where you got it from," Ibilisi said after a moment of thinking it over. Like back at the game, the other cheerleaders looked at each other, confused at Ibilisi's response. Instead of humiliation or outright rage at the prospect of being made to wear such an infantile outfit, the cougar simply smiled and removed her skirt, revealing the padding underneath. "Uh, w-what are you doing, Ibi?" Shela asked this, also confused, and more than a little annoyed. She had been certain that this would have gotten more of a reaction out of the bitchy cougar. "We need to make sure it fits, don't we?" Ibi stated this simply, like she was talking about the weather. She unbuttoned her blouse, leaving her in just her pink bra and puffy white diaper. After folding up her clothes, she stepped over to the annoyed vixen and stood there expectantly. "Well?" Ibi asked, annoyed, once more putting her paws on her hips. "Well, what?" Sheila asked, confused. "In our deal, we agreed that the loser would be the squad's baby mascot, with all the other squadmates acting as the loser's babysitters," Ibi said with a bored tone, rolling her eyes. Sheila frowned, not liking the attitude she was getting. "Yeah?" Ibi rolled her eyes again and began to speak slowly, like she was talking to a child. "Since when do babies dress themselves?" Sheila scowled at that. "Fine!" She motioned for Ibi to raise her arms, to which the cougar was more than happy to comply, and then began to pull the onesie on her charge. Ibi's head popped through the neck hole, and her arms through the arm holes of the tanktop upper part. She looked down, being surprised a little when the pacifier was shoved into her mouth. "Be a good girl and keep that in for now for big sis Sheila, and maybe you'll get a special treat later," Sheila said, her tail wagging as she saw a slight blush on Ibi's face. The cougar complied, regaining her composure while Sheila made a show of taking a moment to check her diaper, before tugging the flap up over the front and snapping the buttons connecting it into place. It was a slightly snug fit, but Ibi found that it at least wasn't too tight. Sheila then clipped the skirt part back on, and Sheila saw that her earlier assessment was correct, it was a much shorter skirt than their usual uniform ones. This little piece of fabric barely covered the top third of the padded bulge around her waist, making it very clear to anyone looking just what Ibi was wearing. "Oh good, we got the measurements correct! Now we can order some more cute outfits!" Sheila gushed, grinning up at Ibi, while some of the now snickering other girls started to take pics of the babified cougar. Ibi saw that Sheila wasn't ready to back down, and she most certainly wasn't going to either. She really wants to commit to this game? Then so be it. "I'm glad, Sheila," Ibi said, spitting her brand new binky out, taking a dominant stand with her arms crossed. "I can't wait to see what other cute outfit ideas you all can come up with." The other cheerleaders were starting to look confused, due in no small part to the fact that even dressed in large baby clothes, Ibi seemed to radiate authority. As Ibi looked on, she could see that a few of the other girls realized that they had been poking a sleeping cougar alpha bitch who, despite wearing a diaper and onesie, was wide awake and more than a little intimidating with the grin on her muzzle. "Alright girls, I hope you're all pumped and bringing your A-game today. Our pyramid collapsing like that during Saturday's game was inexcusable and pathetic! We're going to be doing drills today, again and again and again. In fact, we're going to keep doing them each day until we can form a pyramid blindfolded and asleep. Am I understood?" "Uh, actually, little Ibi, I thought--" Sheila started, only to be cut off. "Thought what? That because of my new role that my old one as captain would suddenly be yours?" Ibi let out a chuckle at that, making Sheila's tail bush out in anger. "I don't think so. All that's really changed now is that you all are responsible for dressing me and changing my diapers, as far as I'm concerned. And everyone, be sure to thank Sheila for this new changeup for our squad. None of this would be possible without her." With that, Ibilisi gathered up her blouse and skirt and folded them, quickly putting them into her locker. She gave the other girls a wave before exiting to head to class, not at all acting concerned about her new outfit. All the while, the rest of the squad was glaring daggers at Sheila, who at first looked bewildered, and then annoyed. Without saying it outright, Ibilisi had challenged Sheila to a new game, to see who would break first and ask for this whole thing to be called off. "Ball's in your court, Sheila," Ibi muttered under her breath as she let her bitch mode take over again, not bothering to acknowledge any of the other students who stopped to stare. Epilogue... "Will you hurry it up? I don't want to be late!" Ibi complained from the pink changing mat she was laying on, her legs being held up by Sheila, who was in the middle of using one paw to deftly ball up the used diaper. She set it off to the side and grabbed the baby powder, giving the cougar's bottom a good dusting. "Hey, I'm not the one who picked right now to poop themselves, baby butt!" Sheila snapped, dusting the front of Ibi's diaper area, before setting her legs back down and pulling the front of the fresh diaper up. "You wanted this to happen," Ibi said, the pink plush wolf toy in her arms. However, internally, she was feeling anxious. Not that she would let Sheila see it. Ibi rolled over once the taped on the front were secured, so that Sheila could secure the last one above her tail. With the ever familiar pat to her padded posterior, Ibi began to get up. Currently, she was just wearing a bright yellow t-shirt with the words Big Stinker on the front, and her new diaper. Once Sheila had tossed the balled up one into a nearby trash can, she then helped Ibi put on her dark blue cap and gown, a match to Sheila's own. "Alright, let's get this over with," Sheila said with an annoyed huff, taking Ibi by the paw, and leading her out of the ladies' room. They walked back to their seats, the vixen clearly annoyed that the names were already being called. "You just had to cut it so close," she hissed under her breath. Part of Ibi wanted to pop her thumb in her mouth, but instead kept it on her wolf plush. "When you have to go, you have to go," Ibi said simply, feigning a smug grin. When she heard her name being called, she passed the wolf to Sheila, who simply rolled her eyes and took it, before making her way up the stage. She flashed a confident smile as she looked out on her classmates, giving Sheila a wink. Inside, however, she felt a growing sense of dread. Sometime during the last year, she had found that she would start to have accidents. It started during the night as she slept, which the cougar was quick to write off. But then they started to become more frequent, and would sometimes even happen in the daytime when she was too focused, to suddenly realize she needed to go very badly. After that, she would start to wet or mess without even realizing she was doing it. Sheila and the other girls from their squad had thought she was doing it without telling them just to be a little more difficult. And as graduation had approached, the prideful cougar had found herself stuck in a rather unique situation. She and Sheila both refused to back down, and so Ibilisi couldn't allow for a moment of weakness to be shown. But, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it, she was gradually losing control of her potty training. After today is over, this whole thing will be over, and I can just switch back to non-disposable underwear soon, she thought to herself, accepting her diploma. She held it up with a look of triumph on her face as she looked directly at Sheila once more. As she started to step off the stage and head back to her seat, however, Ibi realized that her diaper was no longer crinkling, but instead was making a soft squish as she walked, signifying she'd wet herself. Maybe after a little adjustment period... As she walked, a certain vixen watched, almost missing her own name being called. She could see that Ibi was walking with a slightly more pronounced waddle, and she was trying to hide a blush. Sheila got up and passed the stuffed wolf to Ibi, who quickly took it, trying to look annoyed. But the gears were starting to turn in Sheila's head. Heading up the steps of the stage, the vixen's tail began to slowly wag. The vixen grinned as she accepted her diploma, looking for and quickly spotting Ibi, who had her thumb in her mouth. Their little game wasn't over yet, and it might be heading into overtime. And there you have it folks! This was a fun little one-shot!

The Rules for Tabitha: If Tabitha is in a permission window, she may use the potty. Otherwise, she may not. If a permission window ends and she hasn’t used the potty, and Tabitha is not in front of a stranger, she must pee immediately. If she is in front of a stranger, she must seek privacy and immediately pee her pants. Tabitha must wear a diaper to bed, since she won’t know when to wake up to pee. That’s it. Those are the rules. The app: if (windowtimer == 0) { current_timer = pottytimer; pottytimer = random_range_minutes(15, 30); } if (pottytimer == 0) { play (ringtone_pottypants); current_timer = windowtimer; windowtimer = random_range_minutes(120, 480); } draw string (current_timer); It’d been simple enough to program–a randomized timer, a simple UI, and a notification sound. Anita had put it together in twenty minutes; the hardest part was installing it on Tabitha’s phone. Permission windows would last between fifteen and thirty minutes, and appear every two to eight hours–simple. Tabitha had gone along with it, too, despite all the potential pitfalls–she was confident that she’d win out against her girlfriend, and get back on top. Cocky, even–’Just you wait, in a week you’ll be the one in potty pants’. There were no tricks, no ‘gotchas’ built in. If Tabitha checked her phone regularly, watching for permission windows, making it to the potty would be trivial–but without a notification chime to signal the start of a window, only the end, she’d need to be constantly vigilant. A window could pop up at any time, and she desperately wanted to avoid missing them. If she went the whole week without a single accident–not counting the mandatory bedwetting–Anita would have to wear diapers for a month. If, however, Tabitha at least managed to keep it under three total daytime accidents, they’d call the bet a wash. For every accident beyond the third, though, Tabitha would be the household baby for two days longer. “You’re ready, potty pants?” Anita giggled, grinning at her girlfriend. “I’m going to keep my pants perfectly dry, thank you very much,” Tabitha retorted, sticking out her tongue. “The potty pants here is you, just you wait.” “Mhmm,” Anita gloated. “I’m not the one practicing her potty training.” As an act of defiance, she’d worn pale white jeans, so that any accident would stand out starkly. She wouldn’t be losing, after all. She’d put timers on her phone to remind her to check for permission windows, and her drive to win would see her through the week. They’d deliberately started on a Sunday–So that their bet would start and end on the weekend. Anita wanted to see Tabitha’s first scrambles to get to the bathroom, her desperate rush when she realized she only had a couple minutes standing between her and a soggy bottom. She got her first thrill of pleasure a couple hours later. Halfway through making lunch together, maneuvering around each other in the kitchen, one of Tabitha’s reminders beeped. Anita watched with a smirk as her girlfriend checked her phone, canceled the timer, and swiped over to the potty app. “–fuck,” Tabitha blurted, all but dropping her phone onto the counter and tearing across the kitchen, eyes huge. The bathroom was only about fifteen feet away, but Tabitha crossed it in less than a second, trying to fumble the door open and strip out of her pants at the same time. Anita burst out giggling, watching her girlfriend half stumble into the bathroom. Tabitha didn’t even shut the door, throwing herself onto the toilet instead, the sound of splashing water sending Anita into laughing fits. Not ten seconds later, she heard the pleasant chime notification she’d chosen, indicating how narrow the margin had been between success and pants-ruining disaster. Tabitha sulked out of the bathroom a minute later, blushing profusely. “Not funny.” “Aww, did you dribble into your panties?” Anita teased. “Maybe you should just start wearing diapers right away.” “The app cheated!” Tabitha fumed. “You programmed it wrong. “I did no such thing. How regular are your reminders?” Anita asked. “Every fifteen minutes,” Tabitha replied. “So there’s no way I can miss a window.” “There is, though,” Anita pointed out. “If you get the shortest possible window right after your reminder goes off–you’ll never see the window until it’s too late.” “Ugh,” Tabitha groaned, resetting her phone timer to give her alerts every twelve minutes. Anita giggled all the way through the afternoon. Tabitha had two more potty trips, and though neither of them were so dramatic as the first, she still enjoyed watching her girlfriend’s eyes widen in alarm before the inevitable rush to go. “What?” Tabitha demanded, after catching Anita’s nearly-permanent smirk yet again. “The timer,” Anita explained. “It’s just like one of those potty training watches. Y’know, the ones they make for toddlers.” “Ugh,” Tabitha said. “I am so looking forward to seeing your face when you lose.” Anita strongly doubted that would happen, so she just smirked. She knew Tabitha, and could guess how long Tabitha’s focus would last. And–maybe, if she were pressed, Anita would admit to cheating a bit. At the very least, she put a thumb on the scale when she picked out a long movie and turned up the volume. It didn’t quite drown out Tabitha’s phone alarm, but it came close–and, more than once, Tabitha missed her personal reminders. What she didn’t miss, near the end of the film, was the chime that cut through the on-screen hero’s stirring monologue. Tabitha blinked, looking down at her phone. An ignored timer languished, and the notification on screen read, ‘POTTY TIME.’ Her mouth opened, slack-jawed. “Uh–” “Oh noooo,” Anita said, feigning shock. “You didn’t make it!” Cheeks flushing, Tabitha started to stand, but Anita grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down onto their old thrift-store couch. “Oh no, you’re going right here–and you’re doing the cleanup, too. Just be glad I scotch-guarded your side of the couch.” “But–” Tabitha started. Anita shook her head. “You know the rules.” Balling her hands into embarrassed fists, Tabitha shut her eyes and kept her promise. A brilliant yellow stain flowered on the crotch of her jeans, quickly spreading down her thighs, pooling around her butt. The water resistant spray held up admirably, so that more urine ran down her white jeans onto the floor than got on the couch cushions, though it’d still need a round of cleanup to get it back to good. “Awww,” Anita cooed, reaching over to pause the film. “It’s alright, potty pants–you just didn’t make it in time!” “I–” Tabitha stammered. “This isn’t fair.” “Well, you get to wet yourself two more times before you’re in real trouble,” Anita warned. “And there’s only six days left–so I’m sure you’ll be fine, right?” Getting to her feet, the shocking yellow all the more visible around her butt, Tabitha stamped her foot in petulant annoyance. “Yes.” Neither of them believed it. And especially not when the weekday rolled around. Tabitha hadn’t been completely dumb about things–she worked at a tiny cell phone repair store that typically had her in front and a coworker working the front counter, and on the off occasions where she had to man reception, it wasn’t for long. She typically had schematics and instructions open on her phone anyways, and rushing off to the bathroom wouldn’t get in the way. She got through work just fine, with nary an accident in sight. But the commute–that caused a problem. Her drive to work had gotten lucky; even with a lengthy stint in traffic, she never had a potty window open up. The drive home, though, went differently. She checked her notifications before she left and ensured no potty window opened up, but what she couldn’t account for was the rush hour traffic on the way home, turning a fifteen minute drive into a thirty minute slog. Parking behind Anita’s motorcycle, she took out her phone and– (Fifty seconds?!) Scrambling, she threw open the car door and ran down the sidewalk to their home, grabbing the handle, reaching to her pocket for– Her keys were still in her car; she’d forgotten to take them out of the ignition in her mad dash. With thirty five seconds to go, she ran back to her car, but the driver's door was locked. She’d need the spare key, which was inside, and– She had no time for that, and she knew it. Running back to the front door, she tried the handle, desperately, then ran to the window. Both locked. Panic rising, she looked around–nobody was outside in their neighborhood, at least not that she could see, except a dog walker a block and a half down moving away from her. At a loss for what else to do, she hooked the waistband of her pants with her thumbs, jerked down, and squatted next to the door, barely saving herself the embarrassment of wet pants before she heard the chime. As she watered the flowers, she heard a knock on the window, and looked up to see Anita smirking down at her. Voice muffled by the glass, her girlfriend called out, “That still counts as an accident!” If Tabitha hadn’t been so mortified, she might have argued, but all she could muster up the strength for was a meek nod. Two days in, and she only had one accident left before she’d start accruing diaper time. And, just to rub things in, when they watched TV that evening Anita made her sit on the floor–”In case of little baby accidents”. Tuesday was better. She was diligent–she never missed a window, always caught it right away, and even loitered after work a bit to ensure she wouldn’t hit rush hour traffic again, hitting up the grocery store near the shop to kill time. What she failed to account for was not that she’d miss a window, but that one simply wouldn’t appear–by the time she got home, it’d been six hours since she’d had a window to pee, and her bladder was full to bursting. Anita misread her expression when she walked inside, taking the desperation on Tabitha’s face as embarrassment. “Aww,” she cooed. “Did you have an accident at work?” Tabitha shook her head, thighs pressed together, shifting her weight. “No, it’s just…whatever.” It was her subtle dance that tipped Anita off. “Oh, you can’t hold it much longer, can you?” Cheeks puffing up in indignation, Tabitha nodded. “Yes. You set the maximum time for too long.” “You can’t even hold it for eight hours?” Anita asked. Tabitha shook her head. “Um…it’s only been six, I just had too much to drink.” Anita snorted, walking over to greet her with a hug and a kiss. “Well, I promise not to play any waterfall noises to make your situation worse.” Shifting in her partner’s embrace, Tabitha smiled and hugged back, arms wrapped around each other. “Thanks.” “But I never said anything about tickling,” Anita said. It was too late for Tabitha to escape, Anita already had her. Hands sliding up, her fingers tickled beneath Tabitha’s armpits, her touch just gentle enough to be excruciatingly tickly, pulling giggles from deep within Tabitha’s soul. She fussed and stomped her feet, but it did nothing to keep her bladder in check, control bursting at Anita’s touch. Her pants flooded, and for the third time in as many days, she peed somewhere far, far away from the potty. That’s when Anita proposed the deal–while Tabitha was still blushing and humiliated, hot pee freshly staining her trousers. “You know,” she said, “since you’ve clearly failed your potty training, you can just be a potty pants for the rest of the week. I’ll even change your diapers for you, and then you can just pee whenever the timer tells you, or when you need to, and you won’t even have to do any laundry.” It was said so matter-of-factly, so evenly, that Tabitha just nodded. She’d lost the bet, she could see that, it would be better to cut her losses and admit defeat. If she kept this up, she’d have four more days of wet pants, and at least that many days in diapers after the fact. She missed the hidden meaning in Anita’s words. From the tone, Tabitha assumed that they were calling the bet off, but Anita had never said those words, never made that promise. Every accident would still add to Tabitha’s time in diapers, per their promise to each other, whether she peed in her jeans or went full-time potty pants and peed in diapers. Too humiliated to think straight, Tabitha said, “Okay–that’s…that’s okay. I’ll wear diapers.” In her head, she was agreeing to four days padded, give or take, but those weren’t the rules she’d agreed to–the rules were a simple algorithm, and they didn’t care if Tabitha peed into her pants or a diaper. All that mattered was whether she made it into the potty or not. Anita just smiled, and led her upstairs, before sealing her girlfriend into diapers for weeks. ... This story features my favorite pair of switchy diaper girls, who've appeared in several other stories of mine - Including an exclusive over on Patreon. If you like pants wetting and power play like this, "The Holding Challenge" features these two girls in a battle for dominance - whoever keeps their pants dry the longest gets to be the Big for a week. Subscribers can read it over on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/posts/holding-patreon-52901536 Or on SubscribeStar! https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling