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Posted 24 March 2011 - 11:03 PM

What a fun story, love the twist, very "Long Rifle" I look forward to reading more.

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Chapter Seven


Of course, it would be preferable not to have to do either. Everything was already messed up, and if this continued, it would only get worse. Summer resolved to go straight to her neighbor's house as soon as they got home so she could apologize, or beg, or whatever was necessary, to get this whole thing reversed before she wound up standing in front of her little sister, begging her to take her to the potty, the fate of her underwear - and her poor, sore bottom - at her mercy. She'd likely still be stuck in Pull-Ups for the rest of the week, but she could live with that.

Unfortunately, they weren't going back home just yet. The idea of going anywhere else dressed like this was mortifying, but she was left with no choice. Any attempt at asking for help only resulted in a rush of soap into her mouth, leaving her drooling like an infant into her bib. She tried to find a way to work around it, but the bulb was simply too large to allow for even the smallest syllable to escape.

She was, at the very least, grateful that her mother decided against shopping at the mall, where most of the cool clothes stores were, and where she was almost guaranteed to see someone from high school. And, seeing as she'd been head cheerleader her last two years there, she was sure she'd be recognized by any of them, even with a pacifier in her mouth. Instead, they drove on a little further, to her mind's joy and her bottom's lament, to the Kohl's a few miles down a rather bumpy road past the mall. Summer had nothing against Kohl's, though if her mother had been taking her clothes shopping, and had passed by the other options to go there, she might have been pissed. Still, Valerie didn't seem to mind, since she probably didn't have any idea what was cool anyway.

Summer would have liked to have stayed in the car, but she knew that wouldn't fly, so she got out, nervously scanning the parking lot for familiar faces, just in case. "Now, I want you to hold your little sister's hand," her mother was saying as she looked around, "so she doesn't get lost."

Had her mouth been free, Summer would have reminded her mom that Valerie wasn't four, that she was capable of keeping up on her own, before turning her attention back to her. By the time she did that, however, Valerie had already taken her hand, holding it tightly, making her realize that she was not who those instructions had been aimed at. She blushed, reluctantly following them into the store.

She was still trying to get used to the feeling of her Pull-Ups, that strange bulk between her legs making her move a little slower than normal, so that she lagged behind enough to need a tug from Valerie every now and then to keep up as they made their way to the girls' underwear section. It was somewhat startling for Summer when they arrived, and she found herself in an aisle filled with panties, thick cotton, decorated with Dora, Barbie, anything a freshly potty trained little girl might like, only to realize that they were all, somehow, more mature than what she had on beneath her shorts.

Of course, that wasn't what they were here to look at, she knew, and she was more than glad to tear her eyes away from the packages that seemed almost to be mocking her, turning instead to the training bras her sister was standing in awe of. "You're becoming a young woman," her mother was lecturing, and if it hadn't been for the pacifier, Summer would have had to stop herself from snickering. "Especially now that you're a big sister... So if you want to start wearing a bra, you can."

Valerie dropped Summer's hand as she gave her mother a big hug, grinning. Summer didn't remember being nearly as excited about this, but then, she'd waited until she actually needed one, so she was a little older, and loads more mature. Valerie began poring over the packages, searching for the perfect one, and, as Summer preferred to look at those than at the panties, she did the same. She was surprised at how many kinds there were, and how juvenile some of the designs were, clearly designed for very young children, even younger than Valerie. With how skanky some kids' clothing was nowadays, Summer knew it shouldn't be shocking, but she was still a bit taken aback. There had certainly been ones with designs when she'd done this, but now she saw some that featured Dora, which certainly didn't seem like something a kid old enough to need a training bra would still watch.

Finally, Valerie chose hers, some plain pink and white ones with tiny cute little bows, then, as they were starting to leave, stopped and turned, pulling a package down from the shelf. Summer hadn't noticed them, could have almost sworn they weren't there before, yet there was no denying that they were sitting there in her step-sister's hand. They were pink, too, but not plain - instead, they were emblazoned with a picture of Sleeping Beauty that looked strangely familiar. Before Summer could place it, Valerie had gleefully pulled down her shorts, right in the middle of the store, showing off her Pull-Up, making her blush and reach down to tug her pants back up, though not before she saw that the design on her underwear did, indeed, match the training bra, to her chagrin.

"Look, they match!" Valerie declared. "Can we get them for her?" Summer found herself with another large mouthful of soap as she wasn't quite able to stop herself from trying to scream no, to try to berate her mother for not immediately dismissing the idea, to protest the unfairness of them discussing this as if she really were a toddler. Still, Summer was sure it wouldn't matter, as surely her mom would realize they would be far too small to fit her.

"Sure, why not?" she said instead, smiling. "How adorable! Oh, we should go to the toddler section!"

Summer began to feel rather grateful for her bib, as she was sure that, otherwise, her shirt would be soaking by now as she silently tried to protest this. Luckily, they made it only as far as the dance section, where a lavender tutu with a huge satin bow was found and tucked into their basket, before their mother's phone chirped.

"Sorry," she told them, looking at the screen and sighing. "It's work. Make sure she doesn't run off, Val." She handed the basket to Valerie, then flipped open her phone, wandering off to a quieter part of the store to talk.

"Should we get you a leotard, too?" Valerie mused, mostly to herself.

"If she's going to take classes, she'll need one," a voice came from behind them, frighteningly familiar. Summer tugged at Valerie's hand, wanting them to ignore the girl watching them, surely smirking, but Val didn't seem to notice.

"Well, I don't know if she will or not," she said, turning around, making Summer do so as well. Summer hesitated, but knew she couldn't put it off forever, though the look of glee that fell over Heather's face as she saw the bib and pacifier made her wish she could have.

"Well, I actually assistant teach a ballet class for girls her... age... so I could see about getting her a free lesson, just to see if she'd like it." Heather grinned at Summer, the sight making Summer's stomach churn. She knew full well about that - Heather had told her all about it every time she'd tried out for cheerleading. Summer didn't have anything against the girl, and she was sure her dance background could have even helped her, but there had just been something about her that had made Summer pass her over every time. She'd always said she understood, but every time, Summer could just tell that was less and less true.

"Oh, that could be fun!" Valerie gushed, squeezing Summer's hand and turning to look at her, unperturbed that she looked far less enthusiastic about the prospect. "We should probably ask mom, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind..."

"Wouldn't mind what?" Their mom breezed back in, looking a bit annoyed, though she brightened at the suggestion, as Summer squirmed helplessly, realizing how bad things were getting, and how little she could do to stop it. "But you'll have to give me your number, dear, because we really have to run. There's an emergency at work, and..."

"I'm sure Summer has it," Heather interrupted.

"Oh, are you friends?" Summer's stomach fell even further as her mother's eyes lit up. "Are you on spring break this week, too? How would you like to make a little money?"

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Posted 27 March 2011 - 06:39 PM

Clinediap,
Thank you for continuing this Story. I get the feeling that Summer is going to be babysat by Heather & that Summer doesn't like that idea at all. I look forward to the continuation, Please Continue,

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Posted 27 March 2011 - 08:04 PM

Yes please do I love this story.

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Posted 28 March 2011 - 12:45 AM

Poor Summer, it just keeps getting "better" :crybaby:

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Posted 28 March 2011 - 01:25 AM

Awesome story! I wanna see her in diapers, and drinking bottles. Can't wait for more. Thanks

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Posted 28 March 2011 - 03:34 AM

Another great chapter. Please continue soon.

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Posted 28 March 2011 - 08:10 AM

Very good keep going.

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Posted 28 March 2011 - 10:11 AM

As usual you have given us another amazing chapter. I can't wait to see what happens to poor Summer next, and at the same time I wish you would stop tormenting her so, even if it is so cute! :lol:

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Posted 28 March 2011 - 02:00 PM

great great story!!!!!!!

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Posted 30 March 2011 - 03:18 PM

Chapter Eight


"My, my, you're a wet little thing, aren't you?" Heather cooed, making Summer squirm and blush as the other girl stared down at her while her mother walked away, having disregarded the muffled protests that had caused the latest deluge on her bib, not understanding Summer's pleading not to hire this girl as her and Valerie's babysitter. Summer could see the sudsy saliva collecting in the pocket at the bottom of her bib, though she had to admit it was better to have it there than soaking into her shirt. "Are your little panties wet, too?"

Valerie giggled at that, shaking her head. "She doesn't wear panties anymore," she announced, reaching out for Summer's shorts again. Now knowing that her little sister had no problem with the idea of pulling her pants down in public, Summer reached down as well, only to have her own hands slapped away, much to her surprise and dismay. It wasn't enough to hurt, just to make her pull away long enough for her shorts to be tugged down.

"How adorable!" Heather gushed, bending down a little. "Oh, my little two year old sister has those same Pull-Ups! But they look even more adorable on you." Summer bashfully pulled her shorts back up, staring down at the floor to avoid having to see the other girl's predatory grin. Suddenly, she felt herself being spun around, then let out a tiny gasp at the feeling of the back of her shorts, and her Pull-Up, being tugged backwards. She was being checked, like a toddler! She was mortified.

Her pants were let go, snapping back into place as Heather gave her a pat on her sore behind, just hard enough to make her wince a bit. "Since I know you're still not quite potty trained, I have to check you," she explained, though Summer, still pacified, obviously hadn't questioned it. "Good job staying dry! Though it looks like you've been quite the naughty little girl, haven't you?"

Summer blushed again, as Heather grinned and Valerie, confused by that, went back to looking at dance clothes. Heather, satisfied that she had humiliated Summer enough for the moment, went to join her. Summer watched them, feeling slightly sick to her stomach. Just that morning, she'd been a normal young woman, an older sister... Now she was the baby of the family, in training pants, silenced, dominated, helpless to stop any of it.

She stared at Heather as the girl talked to her little sister, marveling at how much taller she seemed now than when they'd been in school together. Heather was a year younger than her - she was a senior in high school now - but she was built like the dancer she was, with long legs, while Summer had gotten started in cheerleading because she'd been told her petite frame would be a big benefit. But dressed like a toddler, with the Powerpuff Girls, rather than the team name, emblazoned across her shirt, and without the authority that came from being head cheerleader, their size difference seemed bigger than ever. She really did feel like this girl could be her babysitter, and that wouldn't be so absurd. Except, of course, that she knew she didn't need a babysitter, not to mention that she was older.

Finally, Heather seemed satisfied, and came back around to collect her, grabbing her hand and leading her to the checkout counter, letting Valerie carry their purchases. Heather paid for them with the money their mother had given her, then, still in line, loudly asked Summer if she needed to go potty. Summer blushed, feeling like the cashier, and everyone waiting behind them, was staring at her, but she nodded anyway. She didn't have to go that bad, but it was enough that she'd rather not wait, in case Heather decided to take a random detour on their way home.

"Good girl," Heather smiled down at her, patting her head, then taking the bags and handing them to Val. The three of them walked over to the bathroom, where, to her horror, Summer watched Valerie sit down on the bench outside.

She mumbled a request, then, when that had no effect, broke free of Heather's grip and ran over to Valerie, tugging on her arm. "It's all right," her younger sister giggled at her desperation. "Heather won't let anything happen to you. I don't have to go. I just went at the last store, remember?"

Heather grabbed her hand again and started dragging her towards the bathroom, as she shook her head, deciding it would be better to wait after all. "You just told me you had to go," Heather reminded her. "Did you already have an accident?" Summer shook her head, but of course Heather had to check her anyway, turning Summer's cheeks bright red as she felt a pair of invading fingers wriggle their way into the leghole of her Pull-Up. "Well, let's get inside before you do," she said, tugging at Summer's hand again, and then, when she still resisted, she bent down and scooped the girl up.

Summer let out a gasp, too surprised at Heather's strength to try to wriggle free until she had been carted into the bathroom and set down. "I'm sure you know what to do from here," Heather told her, patting her bottom roughly again before vanishing into a stall.

Summer looked around nervously, wondering when it would start, what the spell would do to her this time. Everything seemed normal, the hand dryer staying shut off, her pacifier staying firmly in her mouth, nothing flying about. Perhaps she was wrong, and, despite what the woman had said, it wasn't Valerie specifically that had to be in there with her. She let out a sigh of relief, one that was cut short as her gaze moved towards the sinks a final time.

She was standing there, in the reflection, but, to her delight, she was wearing her normal clothes, the jeans and shorts she had put on before her outfit had transformed itself. There was no bulge beneath her pants, no pacifier in her mouth, no sign that any of the weird events of that day had taken place. Even though she could still feel her Pull-Up, and taste the soap of my pacifier, she still found herself staring down at herself, hoping to see the same thing there as in the mirror. She was quite disappointed.

When she stared back up at the mirror, it had changed again, this time revealing her sitting there, on the floor, naked except for a diaper - not a Pull-Up, a diaper, one with the white and purple color of a Pamper, Elmo displayed across the front, though this diaper was far thicker than any real Pamper ever was, leaving the her in the mirror unable to press her legs together at all.

There was a sudden rush of vertigo as the whole room seemed to jerk upwards. She felt as if she were falling, except at the same time she noticed that, she had already hit the ground. And there she was, sitting on the floor, diapered. Her eyes went wide as she stared down at the thick garment around her waist. It was thick, stiff... She touched it experimentally with one hand, but could barely feel the pressure beneath, no matter how hard she pressed. She tried to stand, and then just to press her legs together, but the diaper kept her as she was, legs open.

It was then that she noticed the wet feeling on her chest, realizing that she'd been drooling the whole time, even though there was no pacifier in her mouth. Her attempts at stopping it were as useless as trying to stand up.

She jumped as she heard the bathroom door open, turning to see Valerie stride in, looking around, and then down at her, shaking her head. "What are you doing in here?" Valerie demanded. "I've been looking all over for you!" Summer stared up at her, dumbly, unsure if she could have spoken even if she'd have known what to say.. "Why would you even come in here? It's not like you even know what to do here..."

As her sister spoke, Summer began to squirm, feeling a sudden fullness in her belly. By the time she recognized it, to her horror, her body had begun to lift itself up off the floor, only slightly, but enough that she could feel a rush of warm mush flowing out into her diaper. She fidgeted, trying to fight it, trying to do anything, but her body was determined to finish. Her face went red, from humiliation and strain, as the backside of her diaper ballooned outward, much to Valerie's delight.

At last, it stopped, and, exhausted, she sat back down, wrinkling her nose as her bottom sank into the mess, squishing it beneath her. "See?" Valerie said, smiling. "That's all you know how to do. Now come on, we need to go home." Summer tried again to stand, but the extra bulk of her accident made it even more impossible, and, finally, she simply leaned forward, getting onto her hands and knees to crawl. She wanted to ask for a change, so she wouldn't have to go home like this, but all that came out was cooing and gooing.

"You're such a good girl," Valerie praised her, patting her bulging diaper gently."Aren't things so much better this way? I've always wanted a baby sister, but the problem with them is that they always grow up... But you won't have that problem, will you? You'll be my little baby Summer forever."

Summer jumped as she felt someone tapping her shoulder, then stumbled forward as the world shifted again, and she found herself standing in the middle of the bathroom, still in her shorts and shirt, and just a Pull-Up, which she'd never have imagined she'd be so grateful for. In the corner of the mirror, she could see the other her crawling out the bathroom door and then vanishing before the reflections shimmered, returning to showing a normal version of their surroundings, showing Heather standing behind her. The spectacle, and the memory of the feeling of her dirty diaper, had made Summer feel a little sick to her stomach, its message clear - This could be your future. Or maybe it already was.

Before she could think too much about which it was, Heather asked, "What are you doing? You have to go into the stall. That's where the potties are." Heather grabbed her shoulders, pushing her away from the mirrors and into one of the stalls. Summer stood there for a moment, shaking, before finally starting to slip her shorts down her legs, but only after Heather told her, "It doesn't count as using the potty if you're still in your Pull-Up when you go."

She stared down at the Pull-Up between her legs, waiting to see if the bathroom was going to do anything else horrible to her. When everything stayed calm for a moment, she reached down for the waistband of the undergarment to tug it down, relieved that she'd actually be able to use the bathroom like a grown-up, especially after what she'd just experienced.

The Pull-Up wouldn't budge. She pulled down again, but it was just as useless, and this time, she felt something writhing around her legs. She whimpered as she looked down, seeing her shorts twitching and moving their way closer to her feet. When they got there, they twisted and turned for a moment, like a snake she'd stepped on, and then jerked backwards, sending her falling to her knees.

"What are you doing in there?" Heather demanded. Summer couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but kneel there, watching as her shorts floated upwards, hardly noticing her bib turning itself around on her neck. The shorts dangled above her head for a moment, then made their way over the toilet. She reached up for them, having a good idea what was about to happen, trying to catch them before they plummeted downward.

She didn't manage to, however, because at the moment they fell, she was distracted by the feeling of the back of her Pull-Up tugging itself outward, followed by something wet being poured into it. She jumped, squirming, grabbed for the shorts a second too late, then reached back to try to clamp her Pull-Ups closed, right after her bib had been emptied completely, and began to spin back around to its rightful spot.

"What is going on in there?" Heather asked, banging on the door of the stall now. Summer quickly got up, wiggling her bottom slightly, feeling the new dampness in her Pull-Up, then grabbed for her shorts, pulling them out of the toilet just as the door burst open. "What are you doing?! Why are... What did...?" Heather was speechless, at least until Summer turned to face her. Then she grinned, reaching down, cupping the crotch of the Pull-Up in her hand and pressing up. "Just what I thought," she announced. "You couldn't make it, could you? You were already going when you tried to take off your Pull-Up, and you got your shorts wet, so you thought you'd act like you somehow dropped them in the toilet. How dumb do you think I am?"

Summer tried to argue that this wasn't, at all, what had happened, but, of course, just wound up with a soapy mouth. "And look, your flowers are all faded." Summer looked down, a bit dismayed to see that the designs on her Pull-Up had, indeed, turned fuzzy from the wetness inside. "My sister's kept her flowers for almost a whole week... And look at you. When did you get those, again?" Even though she knew it hadn't been her fault, Summer couldn't help but blush. "Jeez, how did you make it through your little halftime routine without peeing your pants? Or did you wear a diaper under your uniform?"

Heather left her standing there, sniffling, as she walked out of the bathroom, only to return with an empty plastic bag, taking Summer's shorts from her and dropping them inside. "Go wash your hands," she instructed, pointing to the sinks. Summer walked over to them, defeated, the wet padding giving her Pull-Ups extra bulk, making her waddle a little more. She reached up to the soap dispenser and pressed it, but none came out. Furrowing her brow, she tried again and again before moving to another. She could see that they were both full, but nothing was happening. Or so she thought.

"Hurry up!" Heather told her impatiently. She began pressing the plunger faster, only then noticing that the pacifier in her mouth was growing ever so slightly larger with each pump. She stopped immediately, blushing, and went about washing her hands with just water, annoyed and embarrassed that she'd just partially refilled her pacifier on her own, even if she hadn't known what she was doing.

Heather took her hand as she came toddling over and led her towards the door. Summer grumbled wetly, shaking her head, not wanting to go out with no pants, but Heather was tired of her, and picked her up again, carrying her out. Her cheeks burned as bright a red as the skin peeking out from beneath her Pull-Up as she hid her face, then closed her eyes, praying nobody else she knew was around, while Heather carried her outside, Valerie walking beside them, listening as she was told how her older sister had supposedly wet her training pants.

Summer was surprised when, after they finally stopped and she heard the car being unlocked and a door opening, she was set down, not on a regular seat, but hard plastic one. It was covered in worn cloth padding, but not enough to disguise, even before she opened her eyes, that this was a carseat. She opened her eyes in time to see Heather adjusting the straps, then pulling them into place, snapping them all into place, leaving her held to her new seat by her shoulders and hips, with a final strap pressing the damp material of her Pull-Up up against her crotch a little more tightly than she really thought it should be.

It took her a moment beyond that to realize that there should be no way she should fit into a child's car seat - but then, she shouldn't have fit into that Pull-Up, either. She squirmed as much as she could, tied into place as she was, then, as Heather closed the door and started to get into the driver's seat, reached for the buckle. It was no real surprise that it didn't respond to her touch, but it was a disappointment all the same. Frustrated, she tugged at the straps, then, when that didn't help either, broke down into tears.

"What's wrong?" Valerie asked, turning around in her seat.

"Oh, she's fine," Heather told her, turning on the car. "She's just cranky. We'll get her home, into a fresh Pull-Up, and put her down for a nap, and then she'll be all better."

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Posted 30 March 2011 - 05:37 PM

Wow, Bravo! Yet again well Done Clinediap. I wonder if Heather was rushing Summer in order to discover the Ordeal that Summer is going through. Please indeed do Continue this Story, I am enjoying it very Much!

Rockies Fan. Go Rockies in 2011!:D

The World's Biggest Rockies (Baseball) Fan. Ok A Little Joke For You: "What Does A Nut Say When it Sneezes?"
Answer: Cashew!
A Riddle for You. "How many Outs are there in an inning of Baseball?" I betcha you'll get it Wrong, but go ahead give it your best Shot.
Most People Answer 3, but that is not Correct. It is 6. (Remember, I said "inning", not half-inning.)
A Trivia Question for You: "What is the only Ballpark in Major Leagues of Baseball where it is possible to hit a Ground Rule Triple?"
Answer: Fenway Park in Boston, Mass.

GO ROCKIES in 2015! :D


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Posted 30 March 2011 - 06:30 PM

again Excellent.

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Posted 30 March 2011 - 07:56 PM

Fantastic!!

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Posted 30 March 2011 - 08:23 PM

At first... I wasn't a fan.

But I'm starting to like it a little

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Posted 31 March 2011 - 12:21 AM

Yes continue this it great i love the way the plot twisting ever time i read it.

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Posted 31 March 2011 - 10:35 AM

Great story, I like the way Summer keeps seeing glimpses of her “future” and her gradual decline to baby sister. Perhaps Summer could have a few more of her friends baby sit her?

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Posted 01 April 2011 - 06:01 AM

Final Catastrophe is approaching fast & lethal and feels... bulky, with the pleasurable, oblivious scent of Pampers and "accidental" fresh pee. Soon, no more potty for little Summy :)
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Posted 01 April 2011 - 01:39 PM

I absolutely love love LOVE this story! Please continue soon!!

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Posted 01 April 2011 - 09:41 PM

Chapter Nine


The ride back home was far less pleasant than the one to the store had been, the combination of the damp padding of her Pull-Up, the much harder seat beneath her giving little relief to her aching bottle, and her soapy pacifier, somewhat deflated inside her mouth now, yet still full enough to keep her drooling, making it an experience she didn't much want to repeat. It didn't help that, as was inevitable with the passing of time, her bladder was beginning to feel full. The idea of actually going to the bathroom in a Pull-Up was so strange, so gross, yet she wasn't sure that there was anything she could do to stop it, just postpone it as much as she could.

After what felt like an eternity, Heather pulled her car into the empty driveway of Summer's house, then, as Valerie got their bags out of the back seat, unbuckled the straps holding Summer in place. Summer hopped down gratefully, feeling her Pull-Up sagging beneath her, but, at least for a moment, she didn't care about that - she was just glad it wasn't being held against her so tightly. As soon as that moment passed, however, she realized she was standing in the driveway, where anyone could see her, in just a shirt and Pull-Up.

Blushing, she scampered up to the front door, cupping her padded bottom with both hands, hoping that would be enough to keep anyone from seeing what she had on. "Come on," she urged Valerie impatiently as her little sister fumbled with the bags while trying to dig through her pockets for the key. Summer had brought hers, too, of course, but it had been in the pair of jeans she'd originally put on. Once those had changed to shorts, her keyring had apparently vanished, taking her house key with it, along with the keys to her car.

Her car! She turned, staring at the driveway, blushing a split second too late and moving her hands in front of her. There were no cars there, other than the one they'd just arrived in... But shouldn't hers have been there? She thought back, but she didn't remember seeing it there when they'd left... But, then, had she seen it there that morning, when she'd gone over to confront the old woman about the baseball? She wracked her brain, trying to remember if she'd seen her car or not... And then, after some consideration, she tried to remember just what her car looked like to begin with, but it was all just a blank.

She did have a car, didn't she? She couldn't recall her mother or Donald coming to pick her up for spring break. But, then, thinking back, she didn't quite remember driving herself, either. But she had to have done one or the other. Either way, she knew that she really should know whether she had a car or not, and yet she didn't, no matter how hard she thought about it, and that lack of knowledge gave her a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, a nasty taste in her mouth, besides the soap. Hadn't her mom asked her to take Valerie training bra shopping? She'd done that, sort of, but she thought the initial request, back before this whole mess had started, had seemed more like she was meant to do so on her own...

"Are you going to stand out here all day?" Heather asked, snapping her out of her daze. Summer blinked, looking around to see the front door open and Valerie inside, setting her bags by one already sitting on the floor, filled with a package of Pull-Ups - her mom must have dropped them off on the way back to the office. Heather was still standing outside, waiting expectantly on the other side of the door as Summer, who quickly made her way inside, blushing.

"Hey," Heather said as she also came inside, grabbing Summer's arm before she could make her way to her room. Summer turned her head, only to find that she was talking to Valerie. "How would you like to learn to be a babysitter?"

"That'd be great!" Valerie exclaimed. "Until my daddy got remarried, I was an only child, and until... Well, this..." Summer blushed again, squirming in Heather's tight grip, not liking that reference. "...I was the youngest. So I don't really know any of that kinda stuff... But I'm almost old enough to be a babysitter, right?"

"Sure!" Heather agreed, as Summer scoffed behind her pacifier, unable to imagine anyone even thinking of hiring Valerie for many years. "You can make tons of money at it, if you're good! And it's never too early to start learning! Now, she..." she said, swinging Summer around, putting her in between herself and Val, "is wet. She didn't quite make it to the potty in time. You can tell from the way she's fidgeting, like she's got ants down those cute little panties of hers, and not just pee-pee." She patted the back of Summer's Pull-Up roughly, making it difficult for her to keep still, as she'd resolved to do after having her squirming pointed out.

Valerie nodded, taking it all in. "Also," Heather went on, "you can see how her Pull-Up droops in the middle, there, where the padding is all matted and wet. And, of course, on these, you can see that the flowers on the outside are all faded, or gone, but you won't always have those. More mature kids will tell you when they need a change, but babies like her won't, so you have to keep an eye out for stuff like that, or else they'll wind up with diaper rash, and then the parents will get mad at you."

"Makes sense," Val said sagely.

"Why don't you go ahead and change her? It's very easy... The sides of her Pull-Up rip, so you can just grab them and tear them apart. Go on." Summer gave a muffled, wet protest, one that only accomplished having Heather tighten her grip. She looked down in horror as her little sister walked closer to her, hands moving to the side of her underwear that, humiliating as it was, was still better than being seen naked.

"Like this?" Val held the Pull-Up between her hands, as Heather nodded and Summer shook her head. For a moment, Summer thought she had gotten through to her step-sister, and then there was a rip, and she could feel a rush of cool air on her skin. Val quickly moved to the other side, ripping it as well now that she'd gotten the hang of it, and then tugged the Pull-Up away, leaving Summer mortified and half nude, wishing she could vanish, or just die, as she heard Heather chuckling. It wasn't until she dared to look down that she realized what had tickled the other girl so, her eyes going wide as she looked down at her bald crotch. It didn't even look as if it had been shaved, just that there had never been any hair there to begin with. "What's so funny?" Valerie asked as she returned from throwing the Pull-Up away, not liking being left out of the fun.

"Oh, nothing," Heather shook her head. "I just remembered a joke somebody told me the other day... Anyway, now you need to clean her up."

"Okay!" Valerie chirped, going to the bag with the Pull-Ups and taking out a tub of baby wipes. "With these, right?" Summer blinked, staring at the wipes. She didn't remember her mom picking those up... But, then, maybe she'd just been distracted by humiliating it all was... Before she could figure out what was going on, she was jumping and shivering at the cold touch of the wipe on her sensitive flesh.

"Don't be afraid to really get in there," Heather encouraged. "You want to make sure she's nice and clean before you put her in a fresh diaper... I mean, Pull-Up..." Though she knew the difference was rather small, Summer was still annoyed by the slip-up, which, she realized when she looked up to see Heather's smirk, was the point. "You know, since we're putting her down for a nap, we might as well take this off, too," Heather said, then, before Summer could figure out what was going on, she felt Heather's hand moving from her arm, traveling to the bottom of her shirt.

"Upsy-daisy!" Heather called, yanking the shirt up and off Summer's body before she could stop her, tossing it to the floor. The bib came off with it, leaving her in only her bra, but not for long. Summer's cheeks glowed red as she felt Heather undo that, as well, casting it aside, leaving her standing there, naked as the day she was born, sucking on her pacifier in horror and anger. She saw Heather raise her cell phone and leapt into action, trying to cover herself as much as possible, but Heather seemed satisfied with the shot she'd gotten anyway, smiling as she walked back around behind her. Summer jumped as she heard the phone's camera go off again, not having even thought about Heather caring to take a picture of her other side. "My, my," Heather teased, "you really were a naughty girl, weren't you?"

Summer found herself being spun around, her red bottom patted for emphasis. "You can always tell a kid's going to be a troublemaker if their backside looks like this," she lectured. "Of course, when they're your sibling, you don't really have a choice most of the time, and you just have to take care of them anyway." Summer was turned back around, arms moving back into place to shield as much as they could from view. "If you sit for a baby long enough, you can sometimes get a sense of their bathroom habits, and know when it's all right to let them run around without a diaper for a little while. It isn't something you should do too often, though, no matter how cute they look, toddling around like that." Summer shot Heather a dirty look, which the other girl just laughed at. "But with a baby like this, who you just can't trust, it's best to get them padded back up as soon as possible. So, if you would..."

Valerie nodded, scurrying back over to the bag of supplies and taking out a Pull-Up, opening it as she brought it back over. "You can just have her step into those," Heather suggested, "like big girl panties." Valerie spread them out, held them down at the floor, and Summer, sighing, let herself be put in them, glad for at least something to cover her, even if it did feel thick and bulky.

"Good job!" Heather praised Valerie, giving her a high five. "Now, take her up to her room and put her down for her nap." Valerie looked up at Heather, confused, for a moment, until the older girl grabbed Summer's hand, holding it out to her. Smiling, Valerie took it and started off through the house, up the stairs to Summer's bedroom, Heather following behind them, amused.

"I can help you with this part," Heather said once they'd gotten to the room, scooping up the surprised Summer and depositing her on the bed, pulling the blankets up over her and tucking them in tightly. "If the baby doesn't have a crib, you want to make sure they're in there nice and snug, so they won't fall out," she instructed. "Night-night, Summer," she smiled down at the girl, patting the front of the Pull-Up through the covers. "Don't let the bed-bugs bite. And try not to leak all over your nice sheets."

Valerie went over to the window, closing the heavy curtains to block out the sunlight, before making her way to her sister's bedside, kissing her forehead gently. "Have a nice nap!" she said cheerfully, then switched off the light and closed the door behind her, plunging the room, and Summer, into darkness.




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