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Magda: “Isteže … certainement,” I used the word I had learned earlier, smiled at Jo and passed her a plastic bottle of mineral water. When the left, I hurried up to the bus stop again. I was really worried about Jo’s bladder issues. I was sure Milan noticed the urine reek and guessed what had happened. I also noticed Jo’s tension when Milan told me about the laundry. The issues had to be solved. Washing the bed sheets every day was a bad idea though. The solution would be hard for Jo, but I hoped she would be reasonable. She should wear diapers, at least to bed. In Bozinok, I purchased a package of adult diapers size M and returned home and hid the diapers in my bedroom cabinet. Milan: “Merci, Jo,” I smiled at her when she corrected my sentence. We both were learning quickly. We left the village and headed toward the surrounding hills. The path was framed by vineyards at first. After about two miles, we entered a forest and climbed uphill a little. The only sounds were leaves rustling and bird chirping. I liked these hikes a lot, and now I had a nice companion. “personne religieuse?” I knew what Jo was asking me even without a dictionary. She would like to know if I was religious and even did an attempt to show me she was not. The answer was not simple. My mom was religious, and I had been raised in faith. I also had to cope with the little village society. Maybe I was ‘a little’ religious, as much as necessary. “Maman est religieuse,” I explained to her and continued, “nous sommes petit village.” I hoped she would understand. About two hours later and after a steep climb, we reached the lookout tower. When we climbed to the top, I gestured around and showed her the beautiful view and passed the binoculars to her. -
Chapter 2 Sara lay in her wet bed and cried quietly for several minutes. Shame felt like a heavy weight on her chest, making her breath wheeze faintly. Sara knew she should get up, clean up her mess, and tell someone what had happened, but she couldn't move. Her body was paralyzed. Sara felt between her legs one more time and wished the ground would swallow her whole. Suddenly, the door creaked open. Sara was startled and instantly sat up halfway, her accelerated heartbeat felt throughout her aching body. In the doorway stood Anna; she hadn't turned on the lights, but Sara recognized her easily in the pale midsummer night. "Sara?" Anna whispered questioningly. "I heard some noise. Are you awake?" Sara couldn't get a word out. She sat there frozen, staring at the wardrobe door, wishing Anna would disappear. But Anna didn't disappear. She stepped into Sara's room and looked at her from a couple of meters away. Enough light came through the light lace curtains for Anna to see what had happened to Sara during the night. Sara didn't try to hide her accident – what good would that do anymore? She sat propped against her pillows, legs spread, in the middle of a dark puddle. In that puddle had drowned all of her self-respect. Sara closed her eyes. It was all over. Soon Anna would turn away, call someone, get rid of this strange girl who wet the bed like a small child. But Anna didn't go anywhere. Instead, she sat carefully on the edge of the bed. "Oh, sweetie," she said quietly; there was something completely new in her soft tone. Anna's reaction was so unexpected that Sara decided to open her eyes. Anna sat beside her, and there was no disgust or contempt on her face. The young woman's expression was warm and compassionate – you could see it clearly even in the dim room. "It's nothing, this kind of thing can happen when you're sick. Fever does all sorts of things to the body." Anna finally stated in a quite ordinary tone, as if Sara's accident hadn't even surprised her. Sara tried to say something, but her voice got stuck in her throat. Anna understood, though. She wrapped her arms around Sara for a moment and held the sobbing girl against her. To Sara, it felt strange – being in another person's arms, letting someone else hold her up. But it was also relieving. "Let's go get you cleaned up, and then you'll get into clean sheets," Anna instructed warmly, simultaneously releasing her hold on Sara. Sara nodded slightly; words still wouldn't come. ******* Sara took a quick shower in the sauna built at the end of the cowshed. The spartan building at least had running water, but the shower's functionality left something to be desired. The water flowing over her body washed away the sweat and urine from the girl's skin, but it didn't remove the shame. Sara had never felt so small. After her shower, she wrapped herself in a light green terrycloth towel and walked in sandals across the gravel path, over the lawn, and finally inside the house. She had left her wet nightclothes in a plastic bag in the sauna's changing room, as Anna had asked her to do. From the front door, Sara cast a long look at the night sky, where dark clouds seemed to be gathering. The next day might be rainy. When Sara returned to her room, Anna had already changed the sheets. The bed was clean and fresh again; Anna told the blushing Sara that the thick mattress protector had absorbed all the urine, and the mattress hadn't been ruined. "Where did you put the..." Sara began, but couldn't finish her question. "In the laundry," Anna said calmly. "Tomorrow I'll wash them, and your pajamas too. No one else will see them." Sara nodded and looked at Anna gratefully. "Now head to the pillow," Anna said playfully. "Rest is the best medicine." Sara crawled into bed with a shy smile on her face. The blanket was pleasantly soft, and the sheets smelled clean. Anna tucked her in gently and sat beside her for a while. "If you need anything, just call me. I'll hear you." "Thank you." Anna smiled and got up, walked to the door, and turned off the lights by pressing the old-fashioned, yellowed switch. "Good night, little sister." Then the door closed – this time without a creak. Sara lay quietly in place and felt the shame gradually loosening its grip. A few chills ran through her body, but despite that, she felt warm. She fell asleep almost immediately. ****** The new morning dawned gray and rainy. Sara woke up at half past seven; her sore throat had eased a bit, but her body had no strength at all. Her fever had risen again during the early morning hours, her muscles ached, and her head felt like cotton. Anna brought her tea and oatmeal in bed. She sat beside her and made sure Sara ate her breakfast. "You're really sick," Anna stated worriedly, feeling Sara's burning forehead with her palm. "I'll go to the pharmacy to get more medicine; we're running low on ibuprofen." "You don't have to..." Sara tried to refuse, but Anna shook her head firmly. "Of course I'll go. You're part of our family now, and we take care of our own." Anna was gone for almost two hours. During that time, Sara mustered what little strength she had to the utmost; she quickly went to exchange a few words with Joppe and Liisa and brushed her teeth. She didn't dare go to the bathroom – it was raining outside, and she didn't have a pressing need yet. After being up for a short while, she lay on her bed and tried to sleep, but couldn't. The house was quiet; from downstairs she could hear Liisa's footsteps and the occasional clatter of dishes; Joppe was watching Formula 1 qualifying on TV – apparently on rainy days, they did as little work as possible on the farm. Sara began reviewing in her mind the tasks she had learned and the rhythm of the farm; it wouldn't be long before the early potato harvest began. The girl immersed herself in her thoughts for a moment and only startled back to reality when Anna stepped through her door carrying a large fabric bag. Apparently, knocking wasn't practiced in this house. Anna greeted Sara kindly and pulled a couple of medicine packages out of the bag. "Here's some ibuprofen and paracetamol and some lozenges for your throat," she listed, paused for a moment, and then continued, "And then I thought..." Suddenly, Anna pulled a large plastic package from the fabric bag. "What are those?" Sara asked, her voice nervous, although she knew perfectly well the answer to her question. Anna opened the package and took one diaper in her hands. It was thick and large, a tape-on diaper clearly intended for adults. Anna rustled the loudly crackling diaper for a moment in front of Sara. The girl lying on the bed couldn't believe her eyes when she noticed that childish pictures of unicorns and rainbows were printed on the diaper's plastic surface. Sara felt the blood drain from her face. "No... you don't mean..." "Sara, listen to me," Anna began calmly; she had clearly thought through her words carefully beforehand. "You're sick. You might not be able to get to the bathroom on your own, and last night you wet the bed. This is just a temporary solution so you can recover in peace." "But why are they... like that?" Sara pointed at the diaper with a trembling hand; her voice still carried an undercurrent of sheer panic. Anna shrugged. "Small-town pharmacy. They didn't have any others. There's a special care home in the municipal center, and they use these there. I guess the prints make it easier for them... or something." Anna smiled – to Sara, it seemed both comforting and mischievous at the same time, if that was even possible. "Doesn't really matter what they look like. The main thing is they're absorbent." Sara opened her mouth, but no words came out. She wanted to protest, but Anna had already lifted the blanket off Sara and began removing her black panties as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Just relax," Anna said gently. "I'll put a diaper on you, and then you can go back to sleep. No one else will see anything." Sara moved her head slightly, and Anna interpreted it as a nod. She decisively pulled the black cotton panties off Sara and then reached for the diaper, which she had already opened. Sara knew she shouldn't be in diapers and that she should refuse. On the other hand, she had wet the bed the previous night and couldn't be sure it wouldn't happen again. Anna had been incredibly understanding about the accident; maybe things were just handled more practically here in the countryside, and there were no taboos in a close-knit family. Maybe. "Okay, little sister, lift your bottom up," Anna cooed, almost, which made Sara's cheeks flush. The girl obeyed instinctively and soon was allowed to lower her bottom onto the thick, soft diaper. Anna chuckled softly as she folded the front of the diaper over Sara's lower belly, then fastened the tapes and adjusted the leg gathers with skilled fingers. "Oh, how cute," Anna admired aloud, looking at Sara, whom she had just put in diapers for the first time since early childhood. Sleepy eyes, tangled hair, flushed cheeks, and a thick diaper with a cute print; Sara looked just like a little girl. The rain pattered against the roof. Sara looked shyly into Anna's eyes; she couldn't believe she had let all this happen. "All done," Anna announced with an innocent smile and gently touched the front of Sara's diaper. "Now you can rest peacefully. I'm going to the cowshed to feed the cattle, but Liisa is downstairs if you need anything. We'll eat together in about an hour." Sara nodded and pulled the blanket over herself. She didn't know whether to feel grateful or angry. The girl turned on her side and only then realized how loudly the diaper rustled. It felt clumsy and thick between her legs, the print was childish and embarrassing. Sara bit her lip thoughtfully. She was in diapers; there was no changing that now. The girl knew it wouldn't be appropriate to remove the diaper without Anna's permission. Now all she could do was wait a couple of hours and then discuss the matter with Anna. She believed her "big sister" would be understanding and would abandon the whole diaper idea once Sara explained her position clearly enough. She just needed to be brave and firm enough – it wasn't natural for Sara, but she could do it. She didn't really need diapers; Anna had just been overprotective. She could endure this humiliation alone in her room for a couple of hours – all Sara had to do was keep the diaper dry until Anna returned. -
Interesting. I'm wondering about what happens when a caregiver goes missing or is found/becomes unfit for the task. Cases like caregivers discovered with manipulative, narcissistic tendencies. Or simply undergoing cognitive/physical degeneration when getting older. Or, littles surviving their assigned caregiver. -
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By Sky Hooves · Posted
Interesting start and first time seeing the Backrooms in an ABDL story. Looking forward how you continue.
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