Mommy Elaine

Chapter 3: Changing I kept my gaze plastered to the floor, not daring to look up as Jake guided me by the hand into the sitting room. As we were walking I caught sight of myself in the window above the sink; my long brown hair hung past my shoulders in thick waves and my petite body looked miniature in Jakes oversized shirt. The diaper blazed a white badge of shame, and the dummy finished the look; I looked like an oversized baby. I started to cry as I looked at my reflection, Jake pulled me into a tight hug "there, there Sweetheart, I've got you, it's OK, it's only for a little while." I nodded into his chest, "come on, I could read to you instead? That always calms you down." I nodded again, but was to embarrassed to move. "OK" he sighed, he didn't seem upset, just tired as he lifted me into his arms, holding me close to him, I curled into a ball against his chest and pulled my arms in tight, cuddling into him as he carried me. I felt him gently sit down with me still in his arms, moving only a little bit to get comfortable, "Comfy?" he asked me gently, I nodded and buried my face into his shoulder, I was too humiliated to look at him. Picking up the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins he started up where he left off. After what I figured to be about twenty minutes of reading I relaxed and looked up at him. Spitting out my dummy I said "I love you" he stopped reading and pressed his lips softly to mine for a moment. "I love you too, feeling better?" I nodded "Can we watch Criminal Minds?" It was one of my favourite shows and was starting soon. "Of course love", placing the book down Jake reached over and grabbed the remote, turning on the television. "Thanks" I smiled at him as I shifted so that I could see the show more easily. Near the end I started to realize my bladder was filling, "hey... Jake?" I asked hesitantly. "Yea Sandra?" "Jake I think I need to pee" he didn't move. "OK" her turned his gaze back to the show and held me close to him. "Are you uh, going to let me go?" I was getting confused, and nervous, I have to go pee! And I need to prove to him that I can use the wash room like a big girl! "Why? I'm really comfy, and you don't actually have to get up." I stared at him in shock, he did not just say that. "What?! No! Let me go to the bathroom! You said I only had to wear these until I could control myself, so let me go!" I sounded like a child throwing a temper tantrum. "Well what's the point Love? I mean, I'll change your diaper, and we're both really comfy right?" What? Does he want me to use my diaper? "If you really want I'll let you get up, but think about it sweetie, I mean logically you should just go, that way I don't have to feel like I've waisted my money, you and I both know you had to go, and your consciously making the decision, so we know it wasn't an accident." I had to hand it too him, he did kind of have a point. "But.... I don't want to wet myself, it will be all cold and slimy and icky feeling!" He saw that I was starting to break. "How do you know? Just try this once, and if it's so bad, I'll always do my most to find you a bathroom" It's just one time... that's it... what's the harm in one time? He'll clean me up... Oh my goddess, what am I saying? I'm nineteen! But... than I am really comfy... Slowly I nodded. "OK, I'll try, but I'm going to regret this, I know I am..." I couldn't believe what I just said and buried my face in Jakes shoulder. "Hey, it's OK, it's not that bad is it?" "I haven't... I haven't.... not yet" I sighed. He just ran his hand through my hair as I tried to force the pee out into my diaper. It posed quite a challenge, to over write 17 years of potty training, after a while I sighed again and just relaxed. Soon I felt a small trickle start escaping into my diaper and quickly clenched my muscles stopping the flow. "I can't do this" I said. "OK it's OK, do you want to go to the wash room than?" I nodded. Jake slowly helped me into a sitting position as he got up, then he extended his hands to mine for me to grasp. I placed my hands in his and he pulled me up slowly, my diaper crackling loudly over the muted voices on the television. Jake led me by the hand into around the edge of the sofa into the kitchen, and I waddled quickly behind him, standing had made me painfully aware of how badly I had to pee, and each step made me pee a little more. I'm not going to do this! I'm 19, I won't wet my diaper. But it was too late, I felt the first gush of urine escape into my diaper and I froze as I crossed my legs and tried to stop myself from wetting my diaper. All of it was to no regard as I continued wetting diaper, eventually I just gave up and wet myself freely, sinking to my knees, bursting into tears as my soaked diaper made a loud -Squish- when it hit the floor. "Oh Baby..." Jake knew what had happened from the moment I had stopped moving, crouching down in front of me he asked "Did baby wet her diaper?" I glared at him. How DARE he treat me like this! I wanted to hit him, I wanted to yell at him, but I was sobbing to hard to control myself enough to formulate any sentences. Standing Jake scooped me up into his arms and carried me into his bedroom. "Shh baby, it's OK" slowly he started singing "And I'll try, oh lord I'll try, to carry on." His base opera voice calmed me enough that I could stop crying. All I seem to be doing is pissing myself and crying, I really am a baby! Carefully he placed me down on his bed, I winced at the squish my diaper made, this is way worse than the crinkle I though to myself."Lean back dear" he spoke softly, than continued to sing to me. I laid back and looked away as Jake slowly undid that tapes on my diaper, pulling it down the cool air made contact with my flesh and I winced, yearning for the warmth to be back. Jake patted my bum, I lifted it automatically and he pulled the wet diaper out from underneath me, rolling it up and throwing it into a diaper pale by the bed that I hadn't noticed the last time I was in here. Next he grabbed a few wipes and started wiping me down, washing my thighs and hips along with my crotch and bottom, his touch scent shivers up my spine and I squirmed a little, he only smiled. "Does baby like having her diaper changed?" I froze, he did not just say that. Why is he treating me like this?! Either not sensing, or more probably ignoring my mood change he lifted my bottom enough to place a new diaper under me, than he coated me in a generous heap of baby powder, rubbing it into my crotch and bum. I looked out the window at the falling sun, it must be getting close to supper. I felt him pull the front of the diaper up and tape it tightly in place, the biting air replaced with soft warmth once again that I found oddly comforting. "Come on, all clean" he beamed down at me as he held his hands out for me, taking them I hesitantly stood, the loud crinkling was back, I sighed. "What do you want for supper?" I asked Jake as I made my way into the kitchen. "Oh darling, it's OK, I was going to cook tonight." "Nonsense, you made breakfast, I can cook, besides, I really just need to do something by my self, OK?" I walked over to the fridge and opened it. "No, it's OK, I have plans for dinner already" Jake came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, causing a loud crinkle to ring out. "Come on, go sit on the couch, I can see you there and I'll cook up some supper." Defeated I let him guide me to the couch. I sat down and tried to ignore the crinkling, Jake laid a blanket over me and handed me the remote, I silently thanked him for giving my diaper some coverage. "Will you be OK?" "Of course" I said as I turned on the TV, "why wouldn't I be?" Jake just looked at me as he made his way back into the kitchen to start supper.

Chapter 2: A solution I followed him into the kitchen, the late afternoon light streamed in the high windows, illuminating the kitchen table. "You OK Love?" Jake led me over to a chair, pulling it out for me like a gentleman, he ushered me to sit down. "Uh, yea, I think so" I wasn't so sure, I was scared about how Jake was taking my apparent lack of bladder control, and I wondered if I would be able to get to the bathroom next time. The last time I tried to, Jake just took me off guard... I'm not losing my bladder control, and the first time was just because I was so relaxed. I sat down and rested my elbows on the table, propping my chin up with my hands. "What are you doing?" "Finding some breakfast, or well... lunch I guess" he corrected as he looked at the clock that showed '1:40pm'. "C-can you make pancakes?" I asked hesitantly, I never asked for pancakes any more, they were one of my favourites, and I liked to keep my favourite things special. "Of course, my love anything for you." He must have sensed that I was still uneasy about the past 24 hours, so he started to sing again as he made me pancakes. "Here you go", he beamed at me as he set a plate of hot fluffy pancakes in front of me, along with syrup, butter, and a glass of orange juice. I ate my food hungrily, I hadn't realised just how hungry I was until I let the beauty of the pancakes explode on my tongue. "About... this morning... and... and last night" Jake began cautiously and slowly, I started to worry, and slowed from inhaling my food to barely eating it. "Yea...?" I had really hoped we could just forget it had ever happened. "Did you realise that you, uh, wet yourself, when we were on the couch?" He blushed, this was obviously uncomfortable for him too. "No..." I sighed "I didn't... not... not until you... told me" he nodded, like I had confirmed something, and than, that was the end of that conversation. "I'm going to go out quickly. Are you going to be OK by yourself for an hour or so?" Why was he acting like this? I had been alone before, I don't need to be taken care of. "Yea. I'll be fine." I responded quickly and harshly, much harsher than I had meant, and immediately regretted it when I saw him flinch. He didn't mean anything by it.... he's just concerned, that's all "I...I'm sorry." "It's OK, I'll be quick" and with that he rose from the table where he had been eating his own pancakes and left, only hesitating at the door when he glanced back at me. The emotions on his face confused me; concern, love, regret, embarrassment, worry, these emotions made no sense to me. I didn't have long to try and figure them out, because soon he had shut the door behind him and was gone. I busied myself with cleaning up from breakfast, maybe if I clean up, I can make it up to him. So I washed dishes, swept, and tidied up the living room, before sitting down on the couch to watch TV. I awoke slowly, Jake was sitting in the chair beside the couch, watching me intently, I jumped into a sitting position "Oh, your home." He only nodded. It took me a little while to comprehend the coldness around my waist and one look down confirmed all I needed to know, I started sobbing. How could this be happening to me? "Baby, listen to me, I think we need to talk" he was speaking slow, and gently as if to a frightened child. "You're having accidents, and I don't want to keep cleaning up your messes." "So.. your leaving me?" I asked bewildered "What? No! Of course not, I just think we need to do something about it" I must have looked really humorous, a 19 year old girl, terrified and sitting in a pair of wet sweatpants. "I think... I think maybe you should wear some protection" "WHAT?" I was shocked, what did he mean, protection? "W-what do you mean? You mean, you mean like a diaper?" Jake just nodded "What? No way! No way are you going to put me in a diaper!" He looked up at me sharply. "This is NOT up for debate, now grow up, and stop acting like such a child, you only have to wear them until you can control your bladder again, OK? I was nice enough the first few times, but look at my couch!" I bowed my head in shame, he was right, he had out up with quite a lot. "Now stand up, please?" He spoke softer now, aware that he had frightened me. Nodding I slowly rose, wincing at the cold material plastered against my bottom. "I'm sorry..." "I know" he answered "so am I." Taking my hand he led me down the hall and into his bedroom, where he had laid out a towel, a pack of diaper's and some baby powder. I felt his hand pushing against my lower back and realised I had stopped when I saw everything on his bed. "J-jake..." "Shh, it's OK Love, it's just for a little while, OK? And no one else has to know" I nodded slowly and continued into his room. After closing the door her turned around and started pulling down my soaked sweat pants. "W-wait! What are you doing? I can put myself in my own diaper!" I had never thought I'd have ever said that in my life. Here I was, fighting for the privacy to put on a DIAPER. "I just want to make sure it's done right, OK? Believe it or not, but I have babysat, and I assume these things would be hard to put on yourself." My pants dropped to the floor in a loud thud and he guided my damp bottom to the towel, "lean back my love," I laid back and looked away in humiliation, this wasn't happening to me. He ripped open the pack of diapers and pulled one out, the light from the window reflected off of the white material of the diaper, it looked like a straight jacket. "N-no, I-I'm sorr-" I felt something get pushed into my mouth, it was large and rubber keeping my tongue pressed down, I instinctively spat it out. "What the hell?" I yelled at him. "Shh baby, it's OK, the lady at the store said this would calm you down if you got upset" he pushed the thing in my mouth as I realised what it was. He's shoving a giant adult sized dummy in my mouth! This time I didn't resist, the dummy was surprisingly calming. What? What am I thinking? I'm not a baby! But... than I did wet myself... three times... maybe I am a baby... I obeyed reluctantly to Jake as he told me to lift my hips, he slid the diaper under me. I flinched as my bottom made contact with the diaper and a loud crinkle was heard, it sounded like a gunshot to me. As I settled into the material, I realised it was surprisingly soft. Jake sprinkled some baby powder on my hips and started rubbing it in, and even with humiliation blazing on my face, his touch still send shivers through my body. "See? This isn't so bad" he smiled at me as he pulled the front of the diaper up and taped me into my demise. I shook my head slowly, shame making it hard for me to react. "Come on" he held his hand out for me to take it, and hesitantly I placed mine in his, letting him pull me into a standing position, flinching when the diaper made loud crinkling noises. "Do you want a shirt?" he asked me, and I nodded, sucking on the dummy. "Arms up Baby" I lifted my arms up above my head as he let one of his shirts slide down my arms and rest on my shoulders. "Oh, don't you look so cute" he smiled at me proudly, I just glared at him. "C'mon" he said as he grabbed my hand and guided me into the living room, "why don't we watch some TV?" I apologise again for it being so short, my attention span is too short to sit down and write very much at one time, and I figured I could give you guys the story in small pieces and you could review it, that way I would know if you liked it, and if there was any point in continuing.

Disclaimer: I did use two quotes from the book The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, I used this purely for personal use and was in no way plagiarizing her work, or using it for any promotional use what so ever. All quotes are completely credited to Suzanne Collins. I also used quotes from the song "The Northwest Passage" again, all credits go to the author of this song. Dictionary: (The following is in no way an insult to any ones intelligence, I am well aware that many people on here have university degrees, I just don't want someone to be confused by words I use in my story. I also believe in learning, so I hope that maybe someone learned a new word) Complaisantly; adjective; meaning well behaved, or submissive. Inflictions; noun; meaning pain or curse. Meekly; adverb; meaning gently, or weakly Mortification; noun; meaning extreme humiliation Bashfulness; adjective; meaning shy, or unwilling Chapter One: The Accidents I curled into a ball as I laid snuggled on Jakes lap, I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart beat ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump. His voice washed over me strong and steady as he read to me, "...forces. Peeta Mellark and I stand in silence as the train speeds along. The tunnel goes on and on and I think of the tons of rock separating me from the sky, and my chest tightens. I hate being encased in stone this way... " He never missed a beat, he was a great reader, always knowing just how the words are pronounced, and what inflictions he should add into his voice. Sometimes I wonder if he really is more expressive in his reading than in his everyday conversation. "...It reminds me of the mines and my father, trapped, unable to reach sunlight, buried forever in the darkness. The train finally begins to slow and suddenly bright light floods the compartment. We can..." I begin to relax in his embrace, the long arduous week behind me, and nothing else matters right now, because right now, I'm safe in his arms. I was so relaxed it took me a moment to realise Jake had stopped reading, I looked up at him confused, the concern in his gaze shocks me and I catch my breath. What's wrong? "Sweet heart" he started slowly, like he was approaching a frightened child, which from any other perspective, I must have looked like. "Do you have something you need to tell me?" my confusion must have shown on my face because he sighed and looked to my lap where there was a large wet spot, soaking not only my jeans, him, but also a bit of his new coach. I was speech less, I hadn't wet my pants in as long as I could remember. Jake was obviously concerned as he waited for my answer, I never gave one. I didn't know what to say. I must have looked as upset as I felt because soon Jake was gently lifting me up into a sitting position and hugging me closely "shh, it's OK my love, it was only an accident", I hadn't realized I had been crying until he said that. "Hey, it's OK, shh" his strong arms lifted me up with him, and soon I was cradled against his arms as he makes his way to the wash room, softly singing, an action he rarely did any more. He set me down gently on the hard wood floor, singing louder now that I was no longer pressed against his chest; "...But for just one time, I would take the Northwest Passage, to find the hand of Franklin..." his voice filled the room, thick and true, I had always marvelled at how smooth his voice was, even with out voice lessons he was better than almost anyone I had ever heard before. "You OK Love?" his hand found my cheek and I incline my head into his hand, a sea of emotions playing through me; confusion, humiliation, desperation, even fear, I felt close to crying again. "Hey, it's OK, it was just an accident, you've had a hard week" he wrapped me in his arms again. "Now lets get you out of those damp clothes and into the bath, OK?" He let go of me hesitantly and turned the water on to start filling the bath tub, returning quickly to my side "can I take off your shirt?" he asked me softly, I still couldn't find my voice so I just nodded meekly. His hands slowly reached out and gently grabbed the bottom of my shirt "hands up Sweet Heart", ashamed of the mess I had made I obeyed complaisantly as he lifted my slightly damp shirt over my head. Slowly I opened my mouth and spoke; "I-I'm s-s-sorry" I couldn't keep my self from stuttering and I had to look away in mortification. "Hey baby, it's OK" with a touch so soft it was hard to tell if he was even touching you, he gripped my chin and brought my lips to his, the kiss was long and calm, comforting in every way possible. "Better?' he whispers as he pulls away from me. "I'm going to take of your bra now OK?" I didn't answer as he continued to slowly undress me, soon I laid before him in nothing but my soaked underwear "do you want me... to remove them, or you?" In any other situation his bashfulness would have made me smile, he was so innocent and cute. I just looked away, I wet myself, I'm laying on my boyfriends bathroom floor, covered in my own mess I started to cry again, silent tears of humiliation slid down my cheeks as he slowly removed the last of my clothes and wrapped me in his arms. "Hey, it's OK" carefully he lifted me into the bathtub, the warm water caressed my skin as I slid into it, instantly relaxing and reassuring. Jake reached over and turned the water off before it could overflow and make even more of a mess than I had. Looking at me carefully Jake asked me very seriously "are you going to be OK as I go change?" I don't know what emotion passed through me, it was something like panic, or desperation, but what ever he saw flicker in my eyes, made him stay. Grabbing a wash cloth he started to clean me in sure, gentle movements, careful not harm me in anyway, soon his voice carried through the air as well calming me and bringing me out of the weird state my accident had left me in. "I'm sorry" I whispered again, my gaze downcast from his. "For what?" he asked me softly. "F-for having an accident" "But that's exactly it my love, it was an accident, why be sorry for something you couldn't help?" I nodded slowly, his calm, controlled nature soothed me as I let him wash me. When he was done he grabbed a large fluffy towel and helped me into a standing position, quickly wrapping me in the towels warmth, and with a strength that still amazed me, scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom just down from his wash room. "Better now?" he asked me softly. "Yea, I'm sorry" I saw a smile tug at the corners of his mouth as he set me gently on his bed. "You're always sorry, you know that right, even for things you didn't do, or couldn't control, like this, this was just an accident, everything is OK now, OK? Mind you, I'm a little cold and slimy feeling, will you be OK if I go take a quick shower?" He knelt down in front of me so that we were eye to eye, the concern and love in his eyes warmed my heart. "Yea, I'll be fine" I spoke softly and smiled when he pressed his lips gently against mine, than he turned and vanished from the bedroom, moments later I heard the water turn on. Sighing I shed the towel I had been wrapped in and crawled into bed in nothing, quickly falling into a deep sleep. I didn't feel Jake slide in beside me after he was done showering, and I didn't feel his strong arms wrap around me and pull me too him, but for the first time in over a week, I slept uneventfully. I awoke to an almost painful pressure on my bladder and whimpered. Jake had his arms wrapped around me and the early morning sun shone off of his pale skin, his dark hair ruffled with sleep, he looked like an angel, and I didn't want to bother him. I laid watching him for a little while before remembering what had happened the night before, sighing I realized it wasn't worth the risk to try and hold it, I also realized, I would have to wake him. Even in slumber Jakes grip on my never faltered, so slowly I poked his stomach, "J-jake?" "Mmffp?" he mumbles still fast asleep, gently I poke him again, more urgently as my bladder painfully reminds me of how full it is. "J-ja-ake" I whimper, slowly he wakes up. "You... OK?" He was still tired but comprehensive. "I... I need to p-pee" I wished I could stop stuttering. Almost in a flash he was awake and climbing out of bed. "OK, lets go" he grabbed my hand and tugged me out of bed, swinging me to my feet, I whimpered and tried to cross my legs, but it was too late, his quick movements had taken me off guard, and try as I might I was unable to stop myself from peeing. So I stood before my boyfriend, uncontrollably wetting myself for the second time. "Oh!" I covered my face and slid to my knees, landing in a puddle large enough it could be counted as a lake, humiliated sobs racked my body, each breath trembled and heaved "I-I-I'mm s-s-so-rry" I sobbed into my hands. Jake just stood there for a second before crouching down and taking my hands in his and pulling them away from my face, I tried to turn it away in shame. "Hey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pulled you out of bed so quick, it's OK, it was my fault. come on, lets go get you cleaned up" pulling me up from my arms he gently guided me into the wash room once again. Grabbing the same face cloth as earlier he began ringing it out and warming it under fresh water. "Are you OK?" he asked me, voice heavy with concern, I shook my head, crying silently "OK, Ok, it's OK, it was just another accident." Using the warm wash cloth he began washing my legs down, making sure to clean the cloth regularly until he was satisfied I was clean. "Come on, I need to go wash the floor, and I don't want you out of my sight" he gripped my hands tightly and guided me back into his bedroom. He pulled the blankets back off the bed "here you go", we was smiling softly at me as I climbed in and watched him go about washing the floor where I had made my mess. I was humiliated, but most of all I was scared, I had never had accidents like this before, and I was terrified about how Jake would react if they kept happening. He was great, but no body can put up with everything for ever, would he leave me? Is he mad about what already happened? These thoughts chased each other and fought for room in the front of my mind the rest of the morning. I stayed in bed late that day, later than I normally would have, I didn't have to work, and neither did Jake, who had stayed faithfully by my side the whole morning, never letting me out of his sight, true to his word. "Time to get up Sandra" he whispers into my ear. "Yea, I guess so" I responded, less upset than I had been about my accident that morning. "Do you know what time it is?" "1:30 in the afternoon" he smiled, he seemed proud of this, but I hated staying in bed so late, it made me feel like I had waisted the whole day. "C'mon, I made coffee" he climbed out of bed and grabbed my hand, I was very aware that he wasn't wearing anything, as was I, for once, being very glad that his apartment was on one of the upper levels and no one would be able to tell if they were naked, but still it bothered her. He was bashful, and shy, and not one to just lounge around in his underpants, much less naked, so hesitantly I asked as I followed him to the kitchen. "Why are we, uhm, not dressed?" I spoke softly, uncomfortable. His arms wrapped around me and he laughed a deep belly laugh. "You can go get dressed, but your jeans are still in the wash" I nodded, knowing the only clothes I had here that were dry were my sweat pants, sighing I turned to go change. "Uh uh, remember, not out of my sight, OK?" he followed me back into his bedroom and stood watching me as I found my sweats and changed into them. His gaze making me uncomfortable, and his words confusing me. "Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked as I started to leave. "Uhm.. no?" I hadn't put any underwear on, but I rarely wore underwear in sweat pants anyway, and he new that. He pointed at the bath room. "Go pee" his voice was strong and I flinched. "I... I don't need to pee" I spoke softly, I felt like a child. "I don't care, I don't want any more accidents" his voice scared me, he rarely talked to me like this, he is mad at me! I quickly walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, "Oi!" He exclaimed as he caught the door, "not out of my sight remember?" I nodded, face blazing with humiliation I pulled my only just pulled up pants down and sat on the toilet, sitting for a moment. "Are you going to pee?" he looked a little annoyed. "I uh... I can't with you looking" I answered, he only shrugged, and soon I had forced a small squirt out, just enough to make a sound and than reached for the toilet paper and cleaned myself up. I got up, pulling my pants up, I went over to the sink and washed my hands. "Good girl!" He praised, his smile bright and radiant, I couldn't help but have conflicted feelings, pride for earning his praise, and embarrassment for earning it in such a way. "Come one, let's go get some breakfast." I am sorry this is so short, I will try to expand on this idea when I can, but I have a very busy schedule and rarely have time to write, but I would like to see this written just as much as you do, so I will try.