AnythingWillDo

I agree with BabySofia that the Mom’s response might crush her dream… however she may have to explain herself if she just snaps ‘No’ so maybe we get the reason that pull ups were avoided. I still think it’s a traumatic event involving one of the parents or her sister. Still I think the doctor won’t be successful in getting her the pull ups. I don’t think outright asking is how she is going to get pull ups but the sleepover is looming! oh and I think her sister will be playing a role again soon. She might be the one who figures out what’s happening.

I am so excited by the response so far. Here the last chapter I currently have written so there will probably be a delay before I can upload again. But please let me know how you like things, I love feedback and the story is about to get interesting! Enjoy! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 3 The sunlight finally forced Tara to open her eyes, and the warmth of the covers made her clench her muscles slightly. Only to then release and stretch out to feel the coolness of the rest of the bed. Memories of the last couple of days came back to focus. She suddenly jerked up and reached for her nighttime padding. Dry. “Whew!” Tara let out an audible sigh, returning to normal. She felt a bit sweaty, but with a dry pull-up she bounced up with some newfound energy. Pulling her PJ bottoms off, she relished the air flow as she made her way to the bathroom. As she sat down for her morning pee, she felt relief in more ways than one. “Taraaaaa!!” came the cry from across the hall. Pulling her padding back up, Tara raced out of the bathroom and headed for Brittany’s room. She found the girl sitting on her bed with the obvious indicator that she had not had a dry night. Calming herself down, Tara walked up and sat down next to the smaller girl. “It's alright… “ she said, placing her hand on the 10-year-old’s shoulder. “But… if I have three nights in… in… a row…” the girl sputtered. Tara sympathized with Brittany more than ever; she didn’t even know what three nights wet might mean. After her own outburst yesterday, she just let her work it out and gave her a few minutes. “Look, we are in a weird situation, but how about we just do what we usually do together?” Tara finally asked through a smirk. The tears and sniffles immediately stopped, and two shiny eyes locked to Tara’s. “The Mall!!” they said in unison. Their whole lives, they had been just enough years apart to not have a ton in common. But one thing that stayed the same were trips to the mall, starting with being driven by their mothers. Then, when Tara started driving, it became just the 2 of them on their adventures. While Brittany changed, the older girl went and got a couple of frozen waffles in the toaster and was buttering them when Brittany bounded down the stairs. It was only then that Tara realized she was still only in her nightshirt and the pull-up. Blushing, she said, “Here you go!” and she presented the waffles. Dashing upstairs Tara snagged a new pull-up and went to work, trying to find something that would be better than the shorts from the park. Having packed most of her wardrobe, she quickly found a longer tank top that wouldn’t ride up much. She wanted to find a longer skirt but was having difficulty. Stopping the search, she went and pulled her hair back in the mirror. It was so odd to see herself in only a shirt and a pull-up… but she was on a mission. Back into her clothes pile, she began pulling at a likely candidate when she was jolted by a screech from downstairs. “TARA, hurry up!” was the adolescent cry. Chuckling, she grabbed a skirt and pulled it up while dashing downstairs. “Coming!” she called. Within 5 minutes, both were in the van and down the street. Heeding both their mother’s wishes while Tara drove, Brittany was in the back seat on the passenger side. They talked and planned their trip for a bit until the conversation died away while they jammed to some tunes. Turning up the AC, a cold sensation spread from Tara’s lap. Reaching a stop sign, she looked down and snapped her head back up with wide eyes. She had failed in her attempt to find a suitable skirt. Thinking she had found something that least reached above her knees, she actually had picked a short skirt with two large frills. It wasn’t totally indecent, so it should still cover the slim padding, but right now it had bunched up and her pull up was on full display. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that she could just buy something else if she wanted. As they were approaching the mall, Tara resolved to not let this ruin her day; after all, it was unlikely that someone would ever notice anyway. Her fears were immediately taken away by Brittany’s enthusiasm. The girls window-shopped, giggled, and there was never a thought about what they both happened to be wearing. At lunch, they had subs: ice cream for Brittany and an Icee for Tara. After another, rather shorter, blitz of shopping, both girls were ready to head out but decided to stop at a clothing store as they exited the mall. Tossing their pops away, they entered the quiet of the shop, and the younger girl made a beeline to her own section. Keeping an eye on her, Tara also looked around for something that would catch her eye when Brittany called her over. The girl’s eyes were practically glowing at an outfit that was hanging on a rack: red overalls that stopped at the knee and a white shirt underneath. “Really?” she asked, and the girl nodded. “Oh, that is so cute!” came a high voice from behind. An older woman with a manager tag on her shirt came up behind the girls and gave them a big smile. “Would you care to try it on?” she asked Brittany. “Can I?” The girl turned to Tara, and she nodded. Brittany grabbed the outfit and ran to the back of the store, and Tara hustled after, getting there just as Brit got in a stall. Sitting down in front of the door, she let out a deep breath. Making quick work of the change, the girl stepped out and looked adorable in the red outfit. Then the woman came into the back area with another outfit set, only this one was a coverall dress instead of overalls. Before she could say they found the right size, the manager cut in, “I found our biggest size, and I think it will fit you if you would like to match; they are on sale.” Tara looked at Brittany and hesitated until she looked at her. She could tell the girl wanted her to say yes; it wasn’t her style, but she was having a great time, so she nodded. “Thanks so much, Tara!” she said, crushing the older girl in a big hug. Dashing back into the changing area, the manager turned back to Tara. “There is actually one other outfit I think would be perfect for you,” the woman said behind a wide grin. Polite as ever, she just nodded again and watched her bustle off back to the section where Brittany found the first outfit. On the woman’s return to the changing area, Tara’s jaw nearly dropped when she saw what the woman was carrying. A short pink dress with tutu-like flair at the bottom had white leggings with pink hearts on them to match. Practically choking on her response, she froze with how she was going to turn the manager down. “I just bought this one for my own daughter, and you remind me so much of her. It's on clearance, so it's basically a steal and so cute!” she explained. Suddenly, as she stood, Tara became hyper-aware that she was in a department store talking to a manager. Already buying a juvenile outfit, and she was in a pull-up, panic was setting in. Brittany had emerged beaming; it felt like she couldn’t decide what she wanted to do. “Ah… ha… What do you think, Brit?” she asked. Brittany looked at the shocking pink outfit and exclaimed, “Oh, that’s… that is cute!” “It’s settled then,” the manager said, clapping her hands together. The girls were ushered to the counter, and as she swiped her card, then Tara realized how much she must have been given a discount on the outfits as the receipt was handed over. “Thank you for helping us out,” she squeaked out. The manager smiled and said , “Oh, not to worry, I know how tricky working around padding is with my girls.” Blushing beat red and rushing out with Brittany in tow, she did not stop until they got outside, breathing hard. Was she wearing a sign? How was it that she was incapable of hiding the fact that she was wearing pull-ups?! Looking at Brittany, the girl just reached around and hugged her close. She finally calmed with the tiny embrace, and her breathing slowed. They walked arm in arm to the van. “Let’s get home!”, Tara declared with a forced laugh. Pulling onto the highway, Tara saw nothing but red lights, and no car was moving after they got about a mile down the road. First 5, then 10, then 25 minutes went by, and they had only moved a few car lengths. The pressing need to go to the bathroom was growing, and there was no end in sight. Flipping the van into park she looked on her phone to discover that an accident with multiple injuries was the cause, and it wasn’t clearing anytime soon. Looking back at her little friend, she could tell that Brittany was also fidgeting and needing to go. Cramping started to settle in, Tara could feel herself beginning to sweat, and her prospects looked dim. About 10 minutes later, she noticed that Brittany had stopped twitching and appeared to be calmer. She must have wet herself, and she was staying quiet to avoid talking about it, she understood that. Turning the radio up a bit, Tara had a thought strike her. If they both had wet themselves, and really the traffic was to blame., maybe, she could just convince Brittany that they could forget this one. “Yeah, I mean, I am only in them to be nice to Brittany anyway,” she thought to herself. Shifting her left leg over while flipping back into gear, the van inched forward while she tried to let herself use the padding between her legs. It was trickier than she thought, pushing didn’t work. Deep breathing, flexing her pelvis, and pushing herself up off the seat did not help either. Finally, she just tried to ‘let go’ and lean into the urge, and it began building. Her mind raced; it was working. She was about to wet herself on purpose; was this really the right choice? Why was she doing this again? Too late, a small warmth started to grow as the pull-up started to fill. Her breath slowed, and as the traffic moved a bit quicker, the flow continued, only to suddenly taper off. She still had to go, but that had taken the edge off, and she relaxed back into the driver seat. It was an odd feeling to have this warmth, or even heat, between her legs. Then, when she tried to press her legs together a bit, the swollen padding prevented them from coming close together. Trying to push the sensations away, she focused on the road and traffic, hoping that traffic would lighten up soon. It was another hour before they passed the accident; traffic had freed up and they were still a half-hour away, and the pressure was building once again. After all, she hadn’t finished going the first time, and Tara didn’t really think too much about it because she was confident she could make it. But a couple of sharp cramps made her think twice about holding things out for even a few more minutes. So, repeating the process from before, she decided to just let out a little bit, and just a minute later, a small trickle began. This was a good idea; take the edge off. “How much longer?” Brittany injected as they pulled up to a light. Trying to ignore her to stop what she was doing, Tara responded, “Ah… About 15-20 minutes. Why?” “I don’t think I can hold it much longer,” the girl answered. “Well you… Wait, you haven’t already… ?” She let the sentence hang there. “No, not yet,” Brit stated. Losing control a burst of pee soaked into the diaper as her bladder gave away fully. She had just wet her pull-up twice, and Brittany was still dry! The feeling of warmth was rapidly spreading, signaling that the padding had reached its limit. Trying to keep a straight face Tara had to think fast, but the only thought that came to mind was to get Brit to use her pull-up. “I.. ah… have to go too. Let’s just cheat this one time,” she suggested and then added, “I mean, with the traffic, it makes sense that we just call a do-over.” “Well, once Mom extended a rule time because I had an accident right before bed and she wanted to make sure I would stay dry,” Brit explained. “Yes! I mean, yeah. Let’s just push things back a day, and that means we just wear them until Monday morning,” Tara concluded. Looking in the back, she saw that Brittany’s face had glazed over, and she heard a slight sigh of relief. She also sighed, but of course, she had already gone. They pulled into the driveway a bit later, and Tara looked around at Brittany and asked, “You good?” The girl nodded and pushed the van door open. Unbuckling her own seat belt and pushing the door open, Tara hopped down and felt the pull-up weigh down on her hips. It was clearly sagging quite low, and she looked back to see two small spots where the pee had leaked on the seat. “Whoa!” Brittany exclaimed at seeing her older friend in this state. Feeling heat in her cheeks, Tara started a walk or waddle inside. “I guess that Icee was a mistake, huh?” The 10-year-old giggled and nodded. “Yeah, the only time I have ever leaked was when I had two accidents.” Tara remained silent as she got into the house and climbed the stairs to her bathroom. Cleaning herself up and disposing of the pull-up she sat on the toilet to be absolutely sure. She was, evidently, already finished. With Brittany downstairs, Tara scurried over, grabbed another pull-up and dashed back to her room. Stepping into the garment, she sat on the bed and took a breath. How could so much have happened in such a short amount of time? She was smarter than this; she wasn’t going to let this continue. Time to work through the facts. Fact one: she had to continue to follow the rules. Brittany was counting on her, and if she changed her mind now, it could damage their friendship; they were practically sisters. Fact two: she only had one true accident. She ‘faked’ the first to help Brittany; actually wet the bed and then chose to wet her pull-up due to a lack of options on a crowded highway. Fact three: she only needed to stay dry for one night. It would take two nights and 1 day to get back to normal. She could do that; she would. Standing, she took a look in the mirror and finally noticed the wet stain on the skirt she wore. Groaning, Tara just called it the wash of the day and decided to take a shower. The rest of the night went by rather dully after the ‘excitement’ of the last couple of days. But Tara was relishing the boredom and kept going over the rules, the facts in her head like a mantra. She wanted to get back to normal, and she only needed to stay dry for two nights and a day or risk moving up to the third rule. She did not want to be in pull-ups at all, let alone school. There were outs, staying dry for 3 nights and/or days, but things were starting to spiral, and everything was different now. Saying their goodnights, Tara climbed into bed in only her PJ top and the pull-up. It felt better to not wear bottoms, and despite everything that had happened, she was extremely comfortable. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Eyes snapping open Tara was rudely awakened with an urge to pee. Quick as a flash, she was up and out of bed. Dashing to the bathroom, she sat down, and the flow started. Sighing heavily, she looked down and confirmed that the pull-up was dry. Happy about waking up to the urge to pee was far better than waking up in a wet pull-up. It was a little early, so she went back to bed and played on her phone until she heard Brittany get up and go to the bathroom. Once the two met down in the kitchen, the two were both in good spirits with dry nights. They both congratulated each other and decided to have a PJ day before school tomorrow. Later that night, Tara and Brittany were 7 episodes into one of their favorite series when the younger girl spoke up. “So, we don’t have to wear pull-ups after tonight, right?” she asked. “Well, what is rule… 1A?” Tara asked. “A single day-time accident will result in a day-ime pull-up for 1 day and 1 night,” Brittany recited. “Well, we passed that one on Friday. So how about 1B?” she responded. Again, Brittany had it memorized: “A single night-time accident will result in day-time pull-ups for 2 days and night-time pull-ups for 2 nights.” “Ok, so we are both on the last night of that. One day late,” Tara said with a wink. Brittany smiled at the slight bending of the rules but then went on, “I’m happy that we are doing this together.” Tara smiled back and realized that this was all she needed to keep going. Just then, her phone chimed, and her mom’s face was on the screen. They spent the next hour talking to their mothers, but neither girl mentioned particular events in the last couple of days. Leaving Brittany to finish up talking to her mom, she went upstairs and laid out her clothes for the next day. After deciding on a dress, Tara was excited to get back to wearing her own underwear. Returning her phone to her, Brittany said good night to Tara, also giving her the thicker pull up for the night. Tara thanked her and gave her a big hug. In bed, with the pull-up in place, Tara felt calm and was glad that she had taken the leap to follow the rules with her best friend. It had brought them closer than they had been; this was going to be an interesting couple of months. Rolling over, Tara was asleep within minutes.

I am glad someone brought this up. I think it is the single trickiest thing for writing stories like this. Outside of stories where the main character wants to wear them it is a difficult choice to make whether to explain the accidents. Ultimately the character is going to need up in diapers, so rather than waiting. Which is a totally valid plot, I chose to dive right in. Maybe there will be a reason for her accidents or, maybe, it won’t matter to the story. (Maybe I don’t even know myself) but I do have an ultimate plan and I hope you all continue to enjoy! The dynamic of Brittany and Tara will be a side story worth exploring. Do they continue to be ‘in it together’ or will one start to ‘take the reins’ in the relationship? But remember Tara won’t always be with Brittany, so what will she do with no one watching? As I tried to explain in the park scene Tara is probably average height and weight. As to the size of diapers between Brittany and Tara, I can’t giveaway all the trade secrets in only Chapter 2!

Ok…ok… Ok! WOW! I never thought that we would get the phrase ‘we won’t force you into diapers’. I mean we knew the parents had reasons but to just flat out say that without even suggesting them as an option must mean something. The obvious options are that one or both of the parents were traumatized with them as a kid or Grace absolutely refused them or had a traumatic moment. But something tells me that there might be something bigger at play. Grace’s drawings may be just a misdirection but it would be interesting to see the 2 of them team up to get diapers! Oh, and will day accidents be revisited by Maddie. You can plan all you want for bedwetting but she may just forced their hand with day wetting. Can’t wait to see the next installment!

Thank you for all the comments! This story is going to be a bit of a slow burn but I promise there are lots of plans and ideas on the horizon. I am really excited to share more of the story and, hopefully, all of you will be enjoying it as well! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 2 All too soon, a knock woke her from a deep sleep, and Tara merely cracked her eyes open as the door swung open. Brittany stood there, her eyes a bit glassy, and Tara knew instantly what had happened. “Aw… Brit. I’m sorry,” she grunted out as she prompted herself up. She was sticky with sweat from the night, she had slept so deeply. “This is only the second time at night, I swear,” she sniffed. “It's ok. It's ok. We will keep following the rules, and you will get out of them,” she slid out of the sheets and continued, “Besides, unless I missed something, you're still just on 1B, right?” Tara had been stretching as she stood; it took her a moment to register that Brittany was silent. Looking back, she noted the girl staring not at her face but at her lap. The cool air alerted Tara that her PJs must have slid down during the night, but as she reached to pull them up she became frozen too. The pull-up was different; the padding between her legs now held a faded purple outline of flowers that had not been there the night before. Tara was in a wet pull-up. “I… wait… no… NO!” Tara freaked out and bolted to the bathroom, locking it behind her. Still in disbelief, she scrambled out of her PJs. “No… No… no…” she kept gasping out. It had to be just sweat; it just had to be. But after removing it from her body, it was clear that was not the case. She noted, to her disgust, that the pull was even a bit warm. This had to have happened not too long ago, of all the nights! A soft knock sounded like a large symbol as Tara jumped. “Tara, are you okay?” Brittany called out in a soft voice. “I.. I… Yes. Just give me a minute.” Tara was holding back a few tears, but she held on. Putting her pants on, she exited the bathroom. Her cheeks beat red. For a moment, they both just kept glancing at each other. Then Brittany spoke up, “I’m sorry.” Tara just nodded. The girl seemed to be working up to another question, “Are you still…?” Brittent didn’t need to finish the thought, Tara was well ahead of her. “I promised, and we are in this together, Brittany.” She managed a small smile, and she received one back. “So now what?” Tara asked. “Well, pull-ups during the day and a ‘nighttime’ pull-up at night. The brand Mom gets calls them Midnites.” Brittany reminded Tara. Tara did manage a smile. “Why don’t we both get changed and we will have breakfast?” Brittany returned the smile, and they both went to retrieve another pull-up. Back in her room, Tara realized she was going to have a problem; her clothes were not meant to hide a pull-up. Most of what she owned seemed to highlight the padding rather than hide it. Finally, she found a pair of shorts that were just loose enough; she knew they would be covered, but the padding wouldn’t be bunched between her legs. Once she was downstairs, she saw Brittany had already made a bowl of cereal, so she followed suit. As she ate, Tara pulled the book towards her and opened it back up to the page on the first rule. 1B meant she was 48 hours from getting back to normal, and she was looking forward to that. Although the padding was thin, the high school senior was having trouble finding a comfortable seating position. “My mom just told me not to wear pants when I’m in pull-ups around the house,” her friend prompted. Tara looked up and blushed; of course, she must have looked silly. Brittany continued, “I usually wear shorts though!” The older girl merely nodded, and they finished breakfast in peace. Tara was still brooding over the fact that she had put herself in this situation, but she kept telling herself it was for Brittany’s best interest. Once the bowls were in the sink, the girls ended up playing the usual board games they liked. Tara was finding she was on a real run of bad luck, as she only managed a couple of wins the whole morning. They were just finishing lunch when Brittany asked, “Can we go down to the park?” Tara instantly fell silent; she was only getting used to the padding, and being around people who could expose her was more than a little frightening. However, then she thought it wouldn’t be so bad; she knew the park well and Britany would be playing with friends, so her face softened and she looked back at the younger girl. “Of course!” she sang. The walk was pretty short, but Tara’s heart pumped as if she were in the middle of a race. It wasn’t until she sat on a bench surrounding the big play area that she started to relax and remind herself that no one would be able to tell anything was different. The park was decently full. Tara felt she could just blend into the background while Brittany played, until an hour after they arrived, she heard the girl calling. Getting up off the bench, she made her way into the play area and spotted Brittany on the monkey bars with a few other girls. “What’s up, Brit?” she asked as she scanned the friend group. “They don’t believe that you can do a backflip off the bars!” Brittany shouted. Tara smiled; she used to do gymnastics and had shown off to the girl a couple of summers ago. “Oh, really!” Tara pushed her way to the end of the bars. She hadn’t tried this in a while, but she figured she could do it once for Brittany. Jumping up, she moved along the bars fast to gain some speed, and on the last bar she gave herself an extra swing to gain even more momentum. Pitching herself forward while tucking her legs, she got the height she needed and landed the flip, albeit a little wobbly. All the girls cheered, and Brittany was beaming at Tara, which she returned in earnest. She was about to go back to the bench when one of the girls asked her to teach her how to do it. Which led to a chorus from the others as well. Before she knew it, the ‘lessons’ devolved into all of the girls running around chasing each other like fools. While Tara was a bit larger than all the others, she had a slim figure but stood about a foot taller. She still jumped, dropped, and rolled all around the jungle gym to avoid being ‘caught’. Finally, Brittany stopped her. “I need to…. whew, use the bathroom.” Tara sucked in the wind and merely nodded as they both left the play area and made their way to the small building that houses the bathrooms. The park was a few years old, but it was well maintained. She didn’t need to use the bathroom, and there was only one way in and out of the building, so she waited outside while Brittany went in. “Mom, please no!” came a cry that made Tara turn around. A woman and her daughter were approaching the bathrooms, and the daughter was about to blow. She looked around Brittany’s age, but probably a bit younger, and her arms were crossed with a frown firmly fixed on her face. “Sweetie, I keep telling you it is no big deal, and you know why you have to wear them,” the mother pleaded. Tara’s ears perked up. How was it possible there was a mother talking with her daughter about diapers when she was now stuck in pull-ups herself? However, it was not her concern, and Brittany would be out soon. “Excuse me?” Tara jumped and turned, the mother had crossed a few feet between them and was tapping her shoulder. “Oh sorry. I just wondered if you could do something for me.” she asked. Up close, Tara could see that the woman seemed to be tired from the dark bags under her eyes. Tara was nice by nature, so she simply responded, “Uh, yeah, I guess.” “I’m really sorry; my name is Julia, and this is Addie. I know this sounds a bit weird, but she has been having a bit of trouble with bathroom accidents.” The mother continued on but Addie was now standing there, red-faced and horrified. “But she needs to know that there is no shame, and it's ok when she needs them.” Tara was very confused about where the woman was going, but she was trying to be courteous. “I couldn’t help but notice your protection, so she could hear from someone older like you that it doesn’t matter your age if you need a little help.” She explained as nicely as possible. Tara nearly choked, and she felt the heat rise to her cheeks at the blunt nature of the woman’s statement. “I am really sorry; I wouldn’t ask, but I have tried everything else.” Julia looked on the verge of kneeling down and begging. Her eyes turned to Addie, who was looking at Tara with interest but was obviously too embarrassed to say anything. There were so many things going through her mind; the most prominent was to run and not look back. But before she could make her decision, Brittany came out of the bathroom and stumbled upon the scene. Now there was only one option: she couldn’t ignore Addie and give Brittany the wrong impression of their shared predicament. Leaning over a bit to get to eye level with Addie, she spoke, “Hey Addie, I’m Tara. Your Mom is right; although it doesn’t often feel like it, wearing protection shouldn’t change how you see yourself. You can tell anyone you want or keep it a secret because it's up to you, but it's what you need. Plus, you don’t want to get caught without them and need them.” Tara did her best, mainly pretending she was talking to Brittany, but she felt compelled to add what Addie’s mom wanted - something personal. Taking a deep breath, a little lie wouldn't hurt: “I need them, sometimes during the day, sometimes at night. So I wear them just in case while I work on not needing them anymore. But in the meantime… “ she trailed off and reached down to show some of the waistband of the pull-up. Addie looked down for a moment and then looked back at Tara, “Thank you” she squeaked out. Julia practically squeezed the life out of Tara in a big hug and then grabbed Addie’s hand to bring her inside. Meanwhile, she and Brittany moved back toward the playground. “Well, that was weird!” Brittany declared, and they both laughed. As she made her way back towards the bench, she made sure to tuck the pull-up away and then she moved her hands towards the back of her shorts. Shocking her more than Julia had, Tara realized how the mother had known she was in pull-ups. There was over an inch of bleach white pull-up sticking out of the back of the shorts. The fact that everyone here probably knew that she was in protection was very unsettling, and sitting on the bench, she couldn’t believe she had been so careless. Leaning back on the hardwood of the bench, Tara thought back to just one day earlier, when she was not sitting in a park in a pull-up. When she wasn’t on the other end of a half accident and wetting the bed, it was a much simpler time, but there is no going back now. A little while later, Brittany came over, and they decided it was time for lunch. Walking back to the house, they used Brittany’s family van to buzz down the local fast food place for some burgers and fries. After their early supper was eaten, they went back home and spent the rest of the day playing video games. Tara didn’t usually play, so it was mostly her getting killed or finishing last in races, and Brittany was desperately trying to teach her how NOT to do that. By the end of the night, she was doing better but still couldn’t get the hang of any of them. But they both had fun; the only time she realized that she was wearing a pull-up was when she had to use the restroom. Tara was about to go into her room to change when Brittany called out. “Wait, we need a different pull-up at night, remember?” She asked her. “Oh, yeah, right. It must be the other box ,right?” Tara indicated the other box on the shelf. Brittany nodded and retrieved the other pull-up. Grabbing the padding, she smiled and entered her room. Examining the pull-up it looked identical to the one she was in until she felt the padding on the bottom. It felt a lot thicker and denser than the padding from the ‘daytime’ version, and she noted a moon and stars around the R in the front of the pull-up. Sighing, she removed her current pull-up and replaced it with the new one. The thicker padding was much more evident now, and she had a difficult time pushing her legs together. Grabbing some loose shorts, like Brittany had before, she went across the hall to say good night. “Hey Brit, I got the pull-up on and wanted to say good night.” She said it with a smile, showing the padding under the shorts. “Yeah great. Good night, Tara!” Brittany spoke slowly, like she was a bit confused. Tara realized that she had come in and presented her pull-up like she had the previous night. She didn’t really know why she had to prove it to Brittany. ‘God, I feel like a little kid’, she thought. “Night, Brit,” and she closed the door behind her. As soon as she was in bed, Tara was reminded of how hot it felt under the covers with padding. She tried to lay on her side, but there was too much padding between her legs to make that comfortable. So she finally laid on her back and let her legs open a bit so she didn't feel the pull up as much. In the end, she fell fast asleep.

I had not read the original but will certainly check it out. I’ll admit that I am not usually into stories like this but something about your approach has me eagerly awaiting more!

Whoa, that was an information explosion of a chapter! The lengths that her parents went to to avoid having Grace use pull ups seems extreme. So I think the ‘sheet’ is their word for a pull up because Grace didn’t like them and would refer to them as something else(all the descriptions could apply to a pull up too). I also have a theory on the ‘pill’. I think it’s a placebo. Grace would have been desperate for the pills to work and Maddy is desperate for pull ups that mention of a pill that could stop her could make her scared enough to believe it. Daytime accidents are going to help her convince her parents if the pill does keep preventing her from wetting the bed though. I do hope she doesn’t actually end up asking for them directly.

Well, here goes nothing. I have posted on ABDL sites before but I don't think my heart was really in those stories. That has changed now, this story is one that I have put plenty of work into and I am finally ready to test it out on a real audience. I have a few chapters ready in the coming weeks but, based on how things go I hope to move to a regular schedule as I have lots of plans! Note regarding grammar, well I am terrible at it. I don't have an editor and rely mainly on re-reads and free web grammar checks so, don't judge me too bad, ha! Hope you Enjoy! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The sound of a flip-flop smacking the bottom of a foot and the ground in an annoying, repetitive beat filled the car as they approached their destination. “Tara, stop that!” her mother spoke sharply. Tara leaned up from the clenched position she was in at the back of the van and pressed her foot down hard to stop the tapping. She had been holding back her bladder for the better part of the trip. The freeway separating Tara’s house from her mother’s best friend was legendary. She had been holding back the two colas she had pounded at lunch and was thankful the end was nearly in sight. “I keep telling you it's not healthy for you to keep doing this to yourself; I thought we were past this.” Diane continued. In her current condition, Tara couldn’t help but agree with her. Ever since she was little, she had issues with bathroom breaks. As a small child, she was potty trained early, but that did not stop her from constantly having accidents. Her mom always said she had her ‘head in the clouds’; she would be so focused on something that nothing else would matter… nothing. As she grew older, Tara continued to have accidents that would go up and down in frequency. When she started school, she earned the unpleasant nickname ‘Tinkle Tara’. Between accidents and a bout with bedwetting when she was 7 and 9 years old, it looked like she was doomed to it. However, for whatever reason, a switch had flipped, and it had been nearly 8 years since ‘Tinkle Tara’ was uttered. On the other hand, in the last few months, Tara has been putting her bathroom training through the ringer. Time after time, she found herself holding her bladder and aching from the effort. Whether it was at the mall, watching a movie, or sitting through classes, the urge to go was becoming more frequent and urgent each time. She had not told her mother that she almost always felt the need to go ‘right now’ whenever she had to pee. It never helped matters that her mother was a health nut and had drilled into her to keep hydrated, so she always was drinking water. It was a habit, but then again, it was only in the last few months that things started to go sideways. Now Tara was also going to be playing ‘big sister/babysitter’ to a 10 year old. Her mother and Brittany’s, had been friends since High School and now work for the same company. Both had been married and are now divorced. With lucrative jobs and a daughter, they were about as close as any family member. So when they both were chosen to go overseas to be in charge of operations in a new business move for the company, they quickly decided the plan. As Tara was 18, she would watch and take care of Britteny until the two mothers got back, which would be around the beginning of the summer. “Now remember, you have to be in charge of Brittany and keep up with your school work. Those are the two most important things,” her mother said, for about the hundredth time. “Mom, I know. I have hung out with Brittany plenty of times before,” Tara countered. “Not for this long and with this many responsibilities. Plus, Cathrine has… Well something else that you are going to have to keep track of,” her mom finished. “Oh?” the girl raised her eyebrow. “She will tell you,” her mother said giving her a look that said, this is serious. As the van pulled into the garage of Cathrine and Brittany’s home, Tara shot like a bullet out the door into the house. Catherine was blurred as she shot for the bathroom in the room she usually stayed in on the second floor. Scrambling through the door, the sight of the bathroom made Tara relax. “No!” she gasped, hurriedly tired to get the button on her shorts undone. She had relaxed too early, and now things were out of control. Finally sitting on the seat, a sharp but blissful relief crept over her. She had not realized how much and how painful this time had been. Tara knew that she should stop doing this but, for now, inspected the damage to her shorts. The whole crotch of the garment was a darker shade of blue and was a lost cause. Luckily, she had one other pair close to these that she could grab from her bag and slip into. This was only the third time this had happened, but it certainly was not something she enjoyed. Slipping into fresh clothes, she made her way back down to the living room to ‘officially’ greet Cathrine and Brittany. “Whew, sorry about that,” she greeted Catherine. “It’s alright, pretty on par for you, ha!” Cathrine jested, then her voice went low,“Follow me to the kitchen.” Her mother was talking with Brittany, and the girl was looking like she did not have much to say, so she followed Catherine. “So there is something that I have been keeping from you; I just told her mother last night,” she let out with a long breath. “Oh no, is something wrong?” Tara blurted out. “No, no, nothing serious, but… Brittany has been having some troubles. Bathroom troubles,” she responded flatly. A heat rose in Tara’s cheeks, and she simply said, “Oh…” “Now I know that you had your own issues, but I recently saw a book about accidents among older children and teenagers. I have Brittany following some rules that are designed to help her get through this phase.” Cathrine explained as she put a hardcover book on the counter. “The front of the book explains how the rules work - the ins and outs as they were. And in the back there is the list of rules and a little chart if you need it,” she went on. Tara picked up the book, and before she could utter a word, Cathrine continued, “You obviously don’t have to read it, and Brittany knows the first two rules by heart now, but you should read them and she has to follow them. Supplies are in the upstairs hall closet.” “Supplies?” the girl questioned. “Well, in a nutshell, Brittany has to use protection whenever she has accidents. The more accidents, the more protection, and the more…eh… privileges she loses.” the older woman explained. “Ah, well, I guess that makes sense.” Tara concluded. She couldn’t believe it, Brittany was in diapers! It was a shock only because there had never been a hint to her that her little friend may have had such troubles. Well, Tara herself was smaller, but not terribly so, but she was still taller by a couple of inches. Brittany had a heart shaped face, round blue eyes, and shorter brunette hair, while Tara had sandy blonde hair past her shoulders, brown eyes, and a longer face. Both had followed their mother’s genes, like matched sets. “Cathrine, we need to get to the airport,” her own mother called out. “Oh yes, coming!” she replied, and then to Tara, “Just read the rules and make sure Brittany follows them, simple as it gets!” With that, she hugged Tara and made her way to the living room, where her daughter and Tara’s mother were. There were the usual tearful goodbyes, as the realization of how long it would be before they were all together again sunk in. All too soon, it was just Tara and Brittany watching TV in silence as the girls both recovered from the painful departure. Tara ordered pizza as a way of cheering them both up, and by the time the large pizza and sodas had been consumed, it was close to bedtime. She, Tara, knew it was time to broach the subject. She decided to do so in a manner that showed she trusted Brittany to know what she had to do. “Well, I guess it is time for bed, Brit,” she stated. Brittany yawned. “Yeah, I guess so.” The girl got up from the couch and made her way to the stairs. “Wait, Brittany!” she called to stop the girl. “Is there something we need to talk about? Some rules?” The younger girl froze, and she stiffened as she turned to face Tara, so she went on the offensive. “Before you say anything, it's alright. I had problems when I was around your age,” she tried to soothe Brittany. “I don’t want to follow the rules without mom,” she almost spat back at Tara. “Look, this will go smoothly if we just follow what your mom wants you to do.” Tara countered. “But… it's just… It's so embarrassing, and I want to just be normal.” Brittany pleaded, “Please don't make me do them.” It nearly broke Tara’s heart to see Brittany clinging onto a small hope that she would be out of whatever she had been enduring. “What exactly are the rules you are supposed to follow, i haven't read them yet because I want you to tell me,” Tara said. “Well, umm… you… There are five rules, and if you have any, you know. Then you start at 1 and go from there.” Brittany mumbled. “I see, and what rule are you on now?” She questioned further. “1B,” Brittany said out of the side of her mouth. “1B?” “Yeah, the first rule has three parts… some kind of like grace period before the rest of the rules, I guess.” Brittany had crossed her arms and had not looked at Tara since she started talking about the rules. “How far have you gone down the list?” Tara asked with complete curiosity. “Just two, but it was awful.” Brittany huffed. Tara was in a bind; she didn’t want to fight Brittany for weeks on end. And she didn’t want to have to deal with Brittany having accidents she could prevent. But most of all, she did want to have fun with Brittany; she really was like a little sister. The girl shouldn’t have to feel alone in this… then it hit her. It was drastic, but it just might work. “Alright, let's look at 1B,” Tara announced. Going into the kitchen, she opened the back of the book and found the page with 1A at the top. She read out, “1A - a single day-time accident will result in a pull-up for 1 day and night.” Turning the page, she also read, “1B - a single night-time accident will result in regular pull-ups for 2 days & night-time pull-ups for 2 nights.” Brittany was bright red but Tara talked fast to ease the embarrassment. “So you…” “The night before last, this is my second night. Mom let me go without during the day today because she was leaving,” the girl clarified. “Good, then we will both follow the rules going forward.” Tara stated. “Both?” Brittany asked. “Both,” she replied. “What good is that? It's still just me that will have to do any of it!” Brittany screeched. “Hold on. Did you see me dash upstairs when I got here?” Tara asked, and the girl nodded. “Well, I didn't quite make it, and my shorts got a bit wet. So I guess that puts me on 1A, right?” she said, matter of fact. “You're lying,” Brittany huffed, but Tara was prepared for this. A quick trip to her room and her shorts from earlier presented to Brittany were all the evidence she needed. “Whoa!” Brittany exclaimed. “Told you, so we will both be in pull-ups tonight. Your mom gave you a break, so we will just go with the pull-ups tonight. And if we are both dry in the morning, this all resets, right?” She asked cheerily. “Yeah, but… but… “ Brittany couldn’t come up with an argument. “Now come on, we are still about the same size; let's see if they fit and we can get off to bed.” Tara led the dumbstruck girl up the stairs and to the closet. It was packed with white boxes, each labeled in the upper corner. The shelf at chest height had two opened boxes, one of the left read ‘Slims’. Thinking these must be the pull-ups she grabbed two, and handed one to Brittany. “Let’s both get pjs on, i will come to your room in about 10 minutes.” Tara said as she closed her door behind her. Throwing the pull-up on the bed, it suddenly hit Tara what she was about to do. It had been so long since she had worn something like that she almost felt as if it stared back at her. As if this meant more than just a means to an end. Shaking her head, she inspected the pull-up; it wasn’t any of the major brands she knew. In fact, it only had an “R” in the center of the waistband to indicate a brand. The sides were just a bit longer than the width of her hand and the padding looked fairly thin, but then it was just a pull-up. Changing into a tank top with thin shoulder straps, she placed her usual PJ pants next to the pull up on the bed. Stepping into the pull-up she began to doubt that she would fit, yet as she dragged it up to her waist, it never seemed to tighten. Standing there, 18 years old, and in a pull-up, it may as well have been fitted for her. It clung to her a bit but didn’t feel tight, and she felt the leg holes conform around her leg just below her butt, a perfect fit. She walked around and noted the extra padding and the overall ‘bulk’ she was not accustomed to as she moved. Satisfied, she pulled her PJs over the pull-up and went to see Brittany. Knocking on the door, the girl called out that she was ready. Tara was momentarily taken aback as Brittany had some small shorts and the diaper spilled out of the top and the sides. “All set?” she asked. “Yeah… I guess,” but Brittany kept glancing at Tara's PJs. Pulling the band of her pants down a bit, Tara showed the top of the pull and said, “Fitted just fine.” Tara began to giggle, and a smile reached Brittany's face as well. Soon they were laughing hard at the situation, and the tension was broken between them. “Night, Brit, see in the morning.” Tara chuckled out. “Night, Tara” was the reply as the younger girl got into bed. Back in her own room, Tara turned off the lights and got under the streets, exhausted. However, she almost immediately realized why Brittany’s shorts were so small. Being under covers, in pants, and in a pull-up was not the most comfortable thing. But tiredness eventually overtook Tara, and she drifted off.

If this is a ‘A Christmas Story’ reference with the magazine I love it! If not, still great. So far I don’t think she is tipping her hand but the longer it goes the less likely I think the parents actually figure it out. Her new method should work well for her. I am thinking a daytime ‘nap’ accident might help her out too. Like on a car trip! new theory - Grace ends up in a pull-up before Maddie (She’s be so mad!)

There are so many ways and ideas I have where you could be taking this. Yet I’m also sure none of them are right ha! Loving the whole slow-burn on this story, and I’m sure it won’t just end the second she actually gets pull ups. 3 things I think may happen: - She gets a pull up/diaper for a night from someone else but not her parents (a tease for what’s to come) - the parents bedwetting is key to how they handled Grace and how much they will delay pull ups - there will be a twist once she actually gets protection that she won’t necessarily enjoy at first. (My guess is she is treated more like a baby) really love all your works and will continue to eagerly await each update. You have inspired me to get back into writing as well so thank you for your efforts!