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Chapter 3

The drive home was quiet. I didn’t say anything, I knew mom was still upset, I could hear her muttering to herself. I wasn’t sure really how mad she truly was. I started thinking to myself about my friends, plans that I had for the rest of the summer, people I had wanted to see, the guy that I recently started talking to. All that would have to be avoided now. No way was I ever going to let anyone else see or hear about this. Ashley and my mom were not that big of a deal to me, but I didn’t want this embarrassment to spread, that was for sure.

When we got home, I was not really certain what I was supposed to do. Mom asked me to help her unload all of my ‘baby things’ as she referred to them out of the car and to put them in the living room. So I helped her carry the bags in. As soon as everything was in the living room, sitting on the coffee table, mom turned to me. “Alright, well let’s get you dressed for the rest of your summer.

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Chapter 4

I guess there wasn’t much left for me to decide to do. I got up and went over to my computer on my desk. I got a good cry out. I am not sure if I cried more for what I was about to endure, or for what I made Ashley go through. Either way, I felt much better after the cry. I decided to write some things down in my personal journal on my computer. Something I doubt I would ever share with anybody else, but I had been keeping it for several years now. The writing was even more therapeutic than the crying.

When I was done, I figured it couldn’t just sit in my room the rest of the summer. It was starting to get dark out, and it was a Friday night. Normally I would be checking my cell phone to see what was going on for the night, but I certainly wasn’t going anywhere, not like it was an option for me anyway. I figured dad was probably home already, and I am sure he knew what was going on. I decided it wouldn’t matter much, so I got up and to go and hang out with Ashley. I walked out of my room, and out into the living room, and sure enough, Ashley and dad were sitting on the couch watching tv. I decided to walk the long way around through the dining room into the kitchen so dad couldn’t see me. I wasn’t prepared for that yet. I saw mom in kitchen cooking dinner, I felt like it would help me get into her good graces if I offered to help cook.

“Sure, keep that pot stirring.

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I stopped reading when you mentioned an eight and seventeen year old. The seventeen year old is iffy to have in there as is I think, but an eight year old? That idea just sorta reminds me of [That site]'s...No offense meant, but maybe try changing the ages.

~ moogle

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I stopped reading when you mentioned an eight and seventeen year old. The seventeen year old is iffy to have in there as is I think, but an eight year old? That idea just sorta reminds me of [That site]'s...No offense meant, but maybe try changing the ages.

~ moogle

I completely understand. The ages came from the original story. And the story isn't left in any pornographic way at any point. And the 8 year old isn't in diapers or anything in this story.

Just thought I would share. I agree overall, but I would appreciate feedback if you would actually read the story.

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Thanks guys!

Chapter 6

I looked over at my clock, only 7 minutes had passed, it was now 12:26. I figured mom wasn't going to come in here until her show was over at 1:00. I wasn't really sure what else I should do. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I turned, with pacifier still in mouth, and looked at my night stand. I had gotten The Ultimate Gift, a book earlier that month and had not gotten to read it yet. I figured what better way to pass the time, then to do some good old fashioned reading. I scooted over to the night stand, picked up the brown book and laid down. I was getting every opportunity to understand what a wet diaper would feel like in every way as I moved. I leaned up against my headboard, with my knees bent up to my chest, and started reading. I decided I should keep the pacifier in my mouth, no point in letting mom get upset with me over something so petty. I practiced sucking on it, and moving it around with my tongue. It still felt very foreign.

I got through the first three chapters and managed to keep my mind off my current situation. It was a nice break from reality until mom knocked on my door. In fact, you could almost say I had forgotten about my reality until the knocking occurred. Mom peered in the doorway and gave a slight smile. I assume she was pleased with what she saw. I was sucking on a pacifier and sitting in a wet diaper just like she wanted me to I guess. She came over, and sat down on the edge of my bed. "Megan, I appreciate that you are following our new rules. I can not begin to tell you how upset I was when I found out everything that you did to Ashley. I just want you to know, that if you keep following the rules, you may get out of diapers before school starts. But don't think I won't keep you in these if you try anything funny. I expect you to never take your diapers off at any point, and I expect you to be the perfect model of good behavior for your little sister the rest of this summer."

My heart dropped again, the thought of starting my senior year of high school diapered really scared me. I still wasn't sure how serious mom's threats were, but there was no point in finding out. I just nodded my head as though I understood, I didn't even bother to say anything as I was still pacified.

"Well let's get you changed so you can get some sleep."

And with that mom went over to my underwear drawer, pulled out another diaper and some wipes and returned to my bed. I scooted, more like slid, down my bed to the laying position. I just kept sucking on my pacifier looking up at my ceiling. I could hear the tapes that kept me trapped in my own pee being pulled away. I could feel the cold air as the front of the diaper was pulled back and then I could feel the back of the diaper being tugged as she was pulling the diaper out from under me. I took that as my cue to lift up my bottom so she could get it out.

Once the diaper was out from under me, I felt two cold wipes being moved around my most secretive spots. This really was the most embarrassing thing that could happen to me. I could hear the new diaper being unfolded and mom asked me to lift my butt as she slid the diaper underneath me. I was soon to be trapped again in another babyish diaper.

I just laid there through the whole thing. Paying attention to the senses around me. I suppose I should get used to it, but I wasn't really sure how I was suppose to get used to such a silly and infantile thing. All I could really think was how ridiculous this whole thing was. When mom was done, she told me good night and turned off the light switch at my door, as though she didn't think I would keep reading. I figured I would prefer to sleep anyway.

I took out my pacifier and set it on my night stand. Rolled over onto my side and pulled my covers back over me. The still foreign crinkling diaper stuck to my every move. This wasn't the sort of thing I wanted to get used to. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

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I stopped reading when you mentioned an eight and seventeen year old. The seventeen year old is iffy to have in there as is I think, but an eight year old? That idea just sorta reminds me of [That site]'s...No offense meant, but maybe try changing the ages.

~ moogle

Well If you think the age difference is too big for siblings, I can atest that it isn't, I'm 10 yrs younger than my oldest sis & 7 yrs. younger than my other sister.

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I wasn't going to read this, mainly because of the age of Megan and Ashley, although not sexual it feels a little uncomfortable, that said I have enjoyed reading the first six chapters. Often when reading these stories I wonder why child srevices aren't contacted, puting a teenager into diapers seems "normal" to the individuals but to outsiders anything but.

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I wasn't going to read this, mainly because of the age of Megan and Ashley, although not sexual it feels a little uncomfortable, that said I have enjoyed reading the first six chapters. Often when reading these stories I wonder why child srevices aren't contacted, puting a teenager into diapers seems "normal" to the individuals but to outsiders anything but.

I guess that is sort of a standard that has to be brought into any of these stories. The only reason for the ages was because of the original story. I could make Megan 18 if it would make everyone more comfortable. It wasn't really the intention at any level to make it seem like some level of pedophilia. Just carrying from that original story into a newer idea.

If people are enjoying this story, I will continue. I have had a mixture of comments.

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I guess that is sort of a standard that has to be brought into any of these stories. The only reason for the ages was because of the original story. I could make Megan 18 if it would make everyone more comfortable. It wasn't really the intention at any level to make it seem like some level of pedophilia. Just carrying from that original story into a newer idea.

If people are enjoying this story, I will continue. I have had a mixture of comments.

Hi Jeffy25, please don't stop writing, I am enjoying the story so far, my comments are just that and I don't see any implied pedophilia in the story line. I'm sure Megan will have a very wet and humiliating summer, the idea of payback is great.

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I guess that is sort of a standard that has to be brought into any of these stories. The only reason for the ages was because of the original story. I could make Megan 18 if it would make everyone more comfortable. It wasn't really the intention at any level to make it seem like some level of pedophilia. Just carrying from that original story into a newer idea.

If people are enjoying this story, I will continue. I have had a mixture of comments.

I read the original story and was personally rather disappointed that Jen/Megan hadn't gotten in more trouble for her abuse towards Penni/Ashley. I like your change to the story, and I enjoy Jen/Megan getting her just desserts....being squishy, smelly, and messy in her diaper!

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Thanks the reminders that people are enjoying this story keeps me writing it

Chapter 7

My eyes started to flicker open with the invading brightness that was entering my bedroom. A few brief moments later, I started to realize that it was morning, as usual and typical as they all are. The immediate moment of sadness comes as I realize my wonderful sleep was now over. I looked over at my clock, it said 8:23. Obviously this is too early to be up on a summers day. I raised my arms up over my head to begin stretching and then I feel the bulkiness of a diaper trapped around my loins. Not that it was a surprise or anything, but it was a reminder of how this was hell. If i could just go back in time, I would go back three days and make sure Ashley wasn't diapered when mom came home that day. It certainly was more fun to have Ashley be my baby sister, not me.

My loins felt sweaty from the heat the diaper kept trapped in. Whenever I would move I would be reminded of the diaper as it crinkles and the bulk of it, as it keeps my legs slightly further apart then they may always want to be. I decide I might as well get up. I don't think i could possibly sleep any longer even if I wanted to, although a decent strategy could be to stay in bed all weekend. I'm feeling hungry anyway, might as well get up. I pull back the covers and see immediately the brightness of the incredibly pearl white diaper stuck around my waist. I start to stare at it as I pull my legs over the side of the bed, hating it more and more the more I realize that I am not even allowed to take it off. I stand up and head over to my closet. On the walk, I remember mom told me I couldn't wear anything else.....but I certainly can't walk around the house topless. Maybe I can just throw on a t-shirt and go ask her what I can wear for the day. Maybe she will have a change of heart this morning.

I find a huge white t-shirt from a summer camp last year that is like 4 sizes too large and decide it is the best choice. As I pull it over my head, it easily covers my diaper and goes half way down my thighs toward my knees. I look over at my clock only to notice the blue pacifier still sitting there. I decide I should at least have that in my mouth if I was going to try to wear a t-shirt. I pick it up, stick it back in my mouth, only to feel it's great invasion in my mouth. It feels more like a gag, filling my whole mouth.

I head down stairs, wondering who would be up, how different today might be from last night, and what I can possibly do today since I will be diapered all day I'm sure.

I walk into the kitchen and the only person in there is Ashley, sitting at the table eating cereal. She is sitting in the chair at the end kicking her feet. She is too short to even reach the floor while sitting, she looks very happy just eating her breakfast. When she notices me, she just looks, pauses, smiles, and then returns her attention back to her breakfast. I guess seeing me with a pacifier in my mouth doesn't surprise her at all. I don't bother to say anything, and since mom isn't in the kitchen, I take out the paci and set it on the counter as I go to pick out my breakfast for the day.

I decided on Pop-Tarts, had not had them in awhile, and go to sit down at the table next to Ashley. I am positive that she can hear my diaper rustling as I move to sit down, but she never says a word. I mumble a little 'good morning' to her, which she responds the same at the same volume. The awkwardness that ensues the rest of our silent breakfast is almost unbearable. Ashley finishes her breakfast, carries it over to the sink and sets her bowl in. And she walks out to the living room and turns on the tv. Not a word said. I guess I could be grateful, she could be gloating, or rubbing this into my face. And we certainly bonded better when she was the baby and I had the upper hand and control. Now it was just weird. I don't like not being the person in control between the two of us. It's frustrating and infuriating. I am 9 years older than her, I am the big sister, the position I am in, when you compare to where we were a week ago is dramatically different.

I finish my food, and head over to the sink. I start doing the dishes and didn't even realize that I was doing them until I was about half way done.

I heard mom walking down the hallway toward the kitchen. I quickly reached over, grabbed the paci and put it back in my mouth. No point in risking anything. She comes into the kitchen and walks right over to me. She lifts up the back of my t-shirt. My first reaction is that she is probably taking it off, I was guessing she would have a problem with it, since it was against her specific rule last night. I start to say something, only to realize that I am still gagged by my pacifier. I reach up to my mouth to pull out the paci so I can defend myself when I notice that her hand stopped raising my t-shirt and her other hand was pulling back the top of my diaper. Was she really checking my diaper like when I checked Ashley to see if she had pooped?!

"Mom!" I replied in a loud shock.

"Megan, I am just checking to see if you still have clean pants on. I don't want you to get a diaper rash." She replied to me as though this was the most natural thing ever. She patted my butt twice and then dropped the back of t-shirt before I could say a word. "You know you need to use that diaper for both numbers 1 and 2."

I don't know what was more humiliating, my mother saying number 2, or the action that she just did. But both were new lows that my mom had not done to me in years. I wanted to reply, I needed to defend myself, I needed to keep some level of maturity and self respect.

"Mom, I think I will know if I have used my diaper." That is all I could think to say. Not really the gold winning reply I could have hoped for.

I was pleased that she didn't seem bothered by my t-shirt, as she went on with her morning routine of getting things done in the kitchen and reading the paper.

"I will still be checking Megan" that was the reply that I would have to live with.

The running water of the sink was making me need to go to the bathroom. Out of almost sheer reaction and natural history, I was subconsciously thinking of going to use the restroom after finishing...before i remembered that wasn't an option.

When I finished the dishes, I turned to my mom still standing next to me, but she was reading the lifestyles section of the paper. I wanted to defend myself in some ways. And I wanted to see if there could be a possibility that she had had a change of heart, of course, after checking me like she did, I wasn't so optimistic. "Mom, what are your plans for the day?"

"Well Megan, I was thinking we should go shopping for some clothes for your sister, and some clothes that will work your new underwear better. There are some new outlet malls that I want to check out."

I knew what outlet malls she was referring to, it was a new project that had just finished on the outskirts of town along the highway. I had been wanting to go, but with my friends of course. I had a reply left over though.

"Well mom, do you think that in public, we could go without the diapers? I was thinking, it would be fair if I only had to wear them while at home, since Ashley didn't have to wear them 24/7."

I was sort of hoping, but surely she can give a bone on something.

"Megan, I know how you bought her swim diapers and made her wear diapers at a public pool. Do you really think I am going to let you not be in public with your diapers? Now quit asking for favors. You are doing this."

I just sighed and decided to walk back to my room and hide forever under my sheets. As I walked off, I heard mom say, and take off that t-shirt, no clothes while you are home. I felt this was absurd, dad and Ashley walked around the house, we didn't keep the window blinds closed all the time and that overall, this was just unfair.

"Mom! that isn't fair, I don't want dad seeing my boobs, and I don't want Ashley seeing me naked. I should at least get a shirt."

"Megan, you father has to work all day today and tomorrow, they are catching up on file backing at work, so it's just you, Ashley and I. You will be fine."

And with that, I just stormed off to my room, taking off the t-shirt and throwing it on the floor in the hallway. I figured if she is going to make me look like a baby, I can at least act like a baby.

I storm off into my room, and rush under the covers....feeling the need to pee, and the familiar feeling of my normal morning BM was coming. All I could do was bury my head into my pillow and cry.

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This is a great story, well developed plot and interesting characters. Can't wait for the mall trip. If you'll pardon my suggestions, might be interesting to continue on with Megan's final thought that maybe she'd act like more of a baby since she's being treated like one. For example, what if Mom decided that disposables for a month were too expensive and bad for the environment so cloth and plastic pants were in order. Or, Megan removes the diaper for #2 but is caught and Mom resorts to locking plastic pants, which Megan cuts, so mittens are in order. Not trying to highjack your story, which after re-reading my comments it appears I am trying to do, but merely giving you encouragement. Again, many thanks for a well written story. I know it must take time.

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I find nothing wrong with this story at all. As a matter of fact, it is well written and should continue. It is not like hcildren are being sexually abused in the story. Keep up the good work.

Sadly, this stuff sort of happens in real life, and good-for-nothing child services does nothing. I am a part of a support group for incontinence, and some of the users shared heartbreaking stories. They were not only beaten for accidents, but they suffered various forms of inhumane humiliation, some so horrible that I do not want to write it here because I get pissed everytime I think of it. When they told me their stories, i cried, and i wanted to beat these parents to a bloody pulp. That is how mad I got when I heard the stories.

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Wow, thank you so much for the encouragement guys. I have never done much in the form of writing, and I was half asleep when I wrote that last chapter, haha.

Not entirely sure exactly where this story will go. I am trying to remain as realistic as is possible for a story like this. I hate reading stories and saying to myself 'that doesn't seem at all possible.' I am hoping this story can have a hint of realism. I have never thought of myself as much of a writer, but all encouragement after each chapter like this makes me want to keep writing it! Thanks guys! I really do appreciate it.

I will hopefully be able to get Chapter 8 done tonight.

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