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  1. “Jamie, c’mon it’s time to get ready to go.” Today was the day. The day of my grand humiliation had arrived because my own mother does not think I’m big enough to stay home alone. On the car ride there I prayed silently to myself that none of the workers there were close to me in age. Having to answer to a peer as though I was just another charge to look after would be too much for my already fragile psyche. The outside of the daycare was fairly standard. It was in a fairly large house surrounded by a white picket fence. Above the front door was a big sign that read in large print “Miss Marmalades Daycare” and in smaller print beneath it stating: “specializing in potty training (both day and night), reading, and fun!” Great, I had mastered all of those subjects long ago I thought, they better not be mandatory core requirements. Mommy walked in with us that first day. It was obvious, I was the only person above the age of six or so who was there. In fact all 15 children appeared to be in the 3-6 age range. Much to my relief, Miss Marmalade, a grandmotherly figure, ran the daycare by herself. There was nobody even remotely close to age to me. “Good morning Mrs. Finnegan!” she exclaimed as we walked through the door. Then kneeling down to my brother’s level she held out her hand and said, “And you must be Jake, very nice to meet you young man. How old are you?” My brother held up 4 fingers and said “4!” “4, that’s very big!” I could tell immediately that this woman was a pro in the way that she interacted with Jake. The kids must love her. Then she turned to me. “And you must be Jamie, nice too meet you too young man.” In my most grownup deep voice I replied, “Good morning.” I perhaps thought that by acting as adult as I could I could maybe be upgraded from just another student to some less humiliating position like assistant. I could even put that on my resume. “Very impressive manners! You’ll do great in this class.” She replied, bursting my hopes immediately. Then she said, “Your mommy has warned me that you think that you might be too big for this class, but let me tell you that we take care off big boys and girls too. Just because you’re in here with me does not mean you’re big.” Instinctively this made me feel a little better. At least she knows I’m big! The conversation then turned to one between her and my mom. They behaved as though I was not there, even though I could have answered all of the questions. They were stuff like any allergies (no), favorite toys (they’ll play with anything), favorite sandwich (PB&J for Jamie, ham for Jake), but the last question startled me the most: Are they both potty trained. My mom answered, “Jamie is dry all the time, and Jake is almost out of pullups at night. I think he’ll be all set in the next month or so.” Miss Marmalade replied, “Good! Then you won’t be needing my training services.” I could not help but wonder how that was even a question. Then, as Mommy gave us good bye hugs and left. My daycare life had begun. The next chapter is where it really starts to pick up. Hopefully the short chapter lengths are not bad.
  2. “Daycare!!” I was incredulous. I’m 20 years old for fucks sake, and I was just told that because it was best if I wasn’t home alone I was going to daycare. Even though my parents had the bad habit of treating me like a little kid, today was the most “4 years old” I’ve felt since I was four years old. I woke up with soaked sheets, and was enrolled as the newest member of “Miss Marmalade’s Daycare” as a student! The way my mom announced the decision made things all the worse. After going through the shameful exercise of balling up my pee soaked sheets and pajamas and trudging to the laundry room, only to have my dad see me and say, “Aww champ, it’s alright, accidents happen to boys your age all the time” which made it even worse because boys my age definitely don’t have accidents “all the time” I sat down for breakfast. Immediately I could tell that my mom was hard at work with some sort of arts and crafts thing. Growing up, she always went all out for all of the holidays, from the first day of school, to Christmas, and even obscure holidays that nobody really observes like flag day. Being unaware of anything worth mentioning at the moment, I simply asked “Whatcha making?” She responded cheerily, “Back to school kits, wanna take a look?” I obliged, and what I saw stopped me in my tracks. There were two identical baskets that contained the necessary supplies for a kindergartener. Crayons, coloring books, markers, you name it, it was in there. Laid on top was a note to the same woman introducing who each of my mom’s two boys were. I read mine for a second, “Jamie likely thinks he is too big to be here, but it is for his own good.” My protests against this move were futile. I was going on Monday whether I liked it or not. At least my parents did not overreact to the wet bed this morning.
  3. Chapter 3 “Jake!” My mom yelled, “Time for your check.” It was the morning ritual all over again. “Dry! You did it! A whole week dry! You know what that means!” Jake did not hesitate, “Big boy pants all the time!” I could not help but feel immensely proud of him. How could he accomplish such a difficult goal. Staying dry was one of the most impressive things going, I thought. Then Mommy turned to me. “Now your turn Jamie!” My turn, what does she mean by my turn? I’m 20, I have not gone through this ritual for almost 15 years! That’s when I noticed that my underwear felt, softer, more comfortable, almost inviting, but oh so bulky. I felt like I went out of body, as I lowered my sweat pants for the big reveal. I was in pullups, the same Paw Patrol pullups that my kid brother just graduated out of! A quick comparison showed that unlike his, mine had gotten their full use. “Oh honey, well you must have slept very well last night.” My mom said as she was running her finger around the swollen leak guards. “You’re soaked.” Go mark it on your chart. My mind was racing again, since when did I have a chart?!? But lo and behold, right next to Jake’s chart was a mostly identical one with my name on it. I say mostly identical because where he had almost all sunshines, I had almost all Xs. My palms began to sweat as a picked up the marker. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP I awoke with a start. It was all a dream! Instinctively I looked down at my sheets, dry as the Atacama. This became a nightly ritual for me. Every night for the next three nights, the exact same dream. Jake dry, me soaked, mom very understanding. Every night I’d wake up right as I picked up the marker. On the fourth night however, the dream continued. I crossed the big X. Mommy then looked at me, and said, “Jamie can you be big and count your consecutive Xs.” Like a little kid, I pointed each X in a row and counted out loud. “1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10.” 10! I was a verifiable nightly sog monster! After I landed on 10, I looked at Mommy with some expectation. She had a look of kindness on her face, as she said. “That’s a lot mister.” I squirmed, uncomfortable. “In fact, I think that’s too many in a row, and you just aren’t ready for big boy pullups, tonight you won’t have to worry about making it.” BEEP BEEP BEEP I awoke with a start again. Something felt odd, like I sweat through the sheets or something. Then I looked down. I had wet the bed. It was undeniable, my pajama pants and sheets were soaked. I started to cry.
  4. Ok, here is chapter 2. Once again, suggestions, feedback, etc. is always welcome. Chapter 2: I could hardly believe the offer I had gotten. My head was swimming with the different possibilities. If I deferred, I would graduate later, but I would have more time on campus, which was the part of college I liked the most. If I chose to attend this semester, it would shorten my time on campus, and the time I had for my degree. So I did what I always do when confronted with a hard decision, I flipped a coin. They say that when you flip a coin, you pick because you are rooting for one of the possibilities, that could not be more true for me. I grabbed a quarter, and as I watched the coin turn into a ball as it spun through the air, I knew what I really wanted. Composing myself I wrote back, “Dear Dean Clark, thank you for your offer. I will defer this semester.” Best, James Finnegan And just like that, I was home with no responsibilities for the semester. I went searching for my mom to let her know. She was sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper. Looking up she smiled, “Morning Jamie” calling me by the name I had outgrown from everybody else about 15 years ago. I fumbled nervously, what if she does not support my decision. I thought about how I was going to broach the subject, searching for words. I felt so stupid, why can’t I simply say I want something or did something without feeling so scared. Then I just blurted it out, “I’m taking this semester off school.” “What!” my mother replied. My heart sank, she seemed pretty mad. “Jamie, that’s a very big decision you made, why did you not consult me.” I wanted to push back, and say that I’m 20, I’m an adult, I get to make decisions, but those words kept on getting caught in the back of my throat. She continued, “I told you that when you make big decisions you should always at least check with Mommy first, you could have really messed something up.” “So you’re not mad about my decision?” was all I could muster in response. “No! I think it was a good decision, my baby boy does school so much better when he’s in a real classroom with a teacher able to help him.” I could not help but think that this sounded like a more apt concern for a first grader than a Sophomore in college. “I’m just upset that you did not let me know first.” “Sorry, I forgot” I sheepishly lied. “It’s ok baby, just know that Mommy is always here to help, even when she returns to work next week.” As she was saying this she wrapped me in a warm hug, all of the fears and anxieties I had melted away. Just then, bounding down the stairs came Jake. “How’s my little man!” my mommy said in a sing-songy voice. “Good!” he replied running to give her a hug. “Ok! Morning check, hold still.” Mommy then pulled down his sleep shorts. It was obvious to the naked eye that he had a wet night. The design on the front of his pullup was gone, but despite that my mother still went through the ritual of doing a proper diaper check by touching the inside under the waistband. Jake played his part in the ritual too, he must have known he was wet, but he still played along. He looked so content, so taken care of, and for a half a second I felt what might have been jealousy. “Uh, oh, somebody had a wet night. Now Jake, what do we do when we have a wet night?” Mommy asked. Jake knew the answer by heart, he had to say it basically every time he woke up wet, an increasingly rare proposition. “I put an X on the chart.” “Good, now go be a big boy and take care of that for me.” The chart was affixed on his bedroom door. It’s title left nothing to the imagination, “Jake’s bedwetting chart”. When I was his age, I had one too. If he was older I bet it would be a source of shame, but at age 4, wetting the bed is just not that shameful, and little kids don’t really feel much shame anyways. I watched him toddle up, and place a red X in the box for today’s date. A quick look at the chart showed that the chart’s days were numbered. It was the 22nd, and for the month he had only 6 Xs and 16 sunshine stickers. If he could stay dry for a whole week he would earn his big boy underpants all night. Looking at his chart awakened old memories. The feeling of competitiveness against the chart, the pride I felt when I put the final sunshine sticker on to earn my way out of nighttime pullups. I smiled thinking of how big and important I felt that day. I also remembered my fears when I had a one-off accident in the 4th grade. I was terrified that I would be back in pullups, and back on the chart. But that never happened, my parents were reasonable, and treated it like the one off it was. The rest of the day went by without much fanfare.
  5. Hi there, this is my second story and is a work in progress. Last time I made the mistake of a hasty finish instead of abandoning the story. I wanted to have a "finished product". I realized however the more prudent move is that once I am done with the work is that I can hand it over to you, the community to finish. I simply request that if/when I hand it over that people writing on it write properly and do not take "whiplash" jump-the-shark style plot twists (though a well thought out twist is of course encouraged). I also request that you wait until I post here that I have abandoned it to take it over. Further, if any of you have any ideas for the story as you are reading it, please reach out! This story is not "mine" but "ours". Chapter 1 My name is James, and I am a normal 20 year-old kid heading into my Sophomore year of college. I like sports, cars, but most of all I love the freedom of college. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, and my little brother Jake, but they can smother. The best thing about college is the ability to choose! I get to choose my classes, when I go to bed, what to eat, and what to wear! Even in high school my parents had a huge role in all of those decisions. I did not even realize how restrictive they were until I left the house, I guess my parents just wanted the best for their first son. They feared that I would be set adrift when I made all of my own choices, but I proved them wrong. I got a 4.0 my whole first year, well at least until the Coronavirus hit. When the Coronavirus hit, like every other university, we all had to leave and finish our studies online at “Zoom School.” Being back home was not so bad, it just wasn’t as good as college. My parents gave me more latitude to choose, but they took back over many of the decisions I used to be able to make. I had a bedtime (9 pm on school nights, 10 pm on weekends), had to prove that I ate all of my veggies every night, and still had to have my homework checked off every night by my mom to make sure I did it. The best part of being home though, was my little brother Jake. He was 4, and was the type of kids that parents can only dream of having. He was extraverted and enthusiastic about everything: going to the park, best day ever, staying in to watch a movie, nothing he would rather do, board games, you bet! His great attitude led him to be the life of the party in every room he entered. He never fought, or bickered. The only thing he gave my parents difficulty with was staying dry at night consistently. He wet the bed maybe twice a week and as a result had to wear pullups to bed every night. He did not seem to mind them much though, and never put up a fuss about wearing them. Back in March, we all thought that this was going to be a medium-short term problem. We all stay inside until Memorial Day and then we will be back to normal by the Fall. How wrong we were. Now it was August, and the new school year was approaching. The United States still had a huge Covid problem, and universities were struggling with what to do, whether to return or have more Zoom U. For me, the prospect was a little exciting, for the first time ever I might be allowed to be home alone (except for my little brother of course).You see, both of my parents were going to be out of the house starting September 1. My dad was always required to be in the office, he is the manager at the local supermarket, so he was as “essential” as it gets. The pandemic also served to inspire my mother. Before having me, she was a medical assistant back at the hospital. After I was born, she decided that she wanted to be a stay at home mom. Now with the world falling apart, she felt compelled to re-enter the workplace. She worked super hard to convince the local hospital that she was worthy for a position. She got the job and it starts the 1st! I’m very proud of her. Then it came, the email. Subject line: Santa Ana University Fall Semester Learning Plans. I opened it. The beginning of the email was pretty standard fare for the pandemic times. Some platitude about hard times, and sticking together and the “Bobcat way”. I skipped ahead to the important part. “In light of the increase in Coronavirus cases in the area this summer, we have sadly elected to hold another semester by remote learning. We understand that this is not the outcome many of you were hoping for as surveys indicated that students learned less well remotely. Our records indicate that you are one of the top students at the university, as a thank you for your hard work, we are offering you the choice to take this semester completely off so you could spend more of your college years on campus. Please respond to this email by August 24, 2020 at 11:59pm if you plan to defer. Best, Dean Clark. Chapter 2 will likely come at some point tonight.
  6. I. I can't believe I'm thinking this, but going away for school has a way of doing this. I am so glad to be going home right now. Back in high school I wanted nothing more than to go as far away as possible and to strike out on my own in the world. My mother had a tendency to over-mother a little bit, and my little sister could be a lot to handle. Further, I think almost every single 18 year-old believes that they are all grown up and ready to be entirely independent. But after four years of school, and three summer internships back on the east coast, I allowed myself to realize the truth, I wanted to go back home again. I had not found a job quite yet, but I knew that home was the best place for me to look from. I imagined walking in and everything being the same as when I lived there in high school. My mother cooking dinner for us each night, with love in each bite. I bet when I walk in my mother will begin asking me a billion questions about how well I've been taking care of myself, boys at school, grades, and my job search. I look out at the city lights as the plane lands and remember that it is nighttime. I wonder if my sister will already be in her diapers, if she's still even in them now. She was 11 when I left, and is now 14...I secretly wished she still needed them and the old rules applied. "1. Bedwetters get diapered at dinner, and can't change until after their morning check. 2. Nothing is to be worn over diapers in the house. 3. All accidents must be logged on the accident chart". I grinned thinking about how little and cute she seemed toddling around the house. It made me feel like such a big sister, even if she was not so small. The touching down of plane wheels snapped me out of my stroll down memory lane. The cab ride home took only about 20 minutes. By the time I got home it was 9:15 pm. Late enough that I would probably just eat dinner and go to bed, but early enough that everybody would still be awake. I walked in, and announced, "Mom, Katie, I'm home." Coming in from the kitchen came running my mother and sister. They engulfed me in a warm embrace. "Come, come sit for dinner." my mother said. Everything I had daydreamed about ended up being true. Dinner was less of a conversation than a loving interrogation. "Yes, I did well at school. No, I don't have a job yet. Yes, I remembered to eat my veggies." My mom was still the same that she always was. Stunningly good looking for her age, if you told me she was 28 I would've believed you. She had not seemingly aged a day since I left for school. She was a petite woman, with chestnut brown hair that framed a face that was cute and an athletic build. Fortunately for my sister and I, she was also the kind of person who simply clones slight variations of herself when she had children. We were also attractive, with that kind of attractiveness that seems wholesome. We were also both fairly petite. My hopes about my sister were also matched. Though she was bigger than the last time I saw her, there were no changes in her nighttime attire. Her diaper was a cute purple pullup with stars on them. I was suddenly hit with a strange new emotion, envy. She looked so carefree and shameless just walking about. I know that if I had to walk around in a diaper nightly I would be so embarrassed and definitely not acting like it was anything normal. I would probably just hide away in my room. She also seemed so innocent and her worries just better. All she was concerned about was impressing Mom with a dry diaper in the morning to earn a good sticker for her chart, and maybe eventually, the right to wear normal underwear to bed. My concerns, finding a job, readjusting to living at home, maybe even grad school, seemed so much harder than the simple task of staying dry. I sort of wished I could trade places with her, if only for a little while. Eventually, I left the table for bed. I was absolutely exhausted. Travel has a way of taking it out of you, almost unlike anything else. I pretty much fell asleep before I hit the pillow. That night my dream was so strange. I imagined that I was wearing the same type of pullup that my sister was just wearing. In my dream I was standing outside the bathroom in our house hoping to get in. My sister was taking a shower, and I really had to go. I kept on knocking on the door, yelling "Katie let me in." To which she would reply, "Just a minute, you can hold it." and "Big girls can hold it just a little longer." Eventually I could hold it no longer, and the floodgates opened. In my dream the diaper swelled up and took the entire accident. "All dry! Good work, go put a sunshine sticker on your chart Katie, 2 more sunshines in a row and I'll let you wear big girl panties to bed!" Katie clapped her hands in excitement. She had never been this close before. I woke up to the mini-celebration in the room next to me. I felt so refreshed, I do not think I have ever slept so deeply. Then, I felt something odd, my butt was cold and damp. I looked down in horror, and gasped. I wet the bed! I had not done that since I was about 4 years old. At that moment, my mother walked in. "Oh my, it looks like somebody had an accident. It's ok, I'll take care of it, get dressed for the day."
  7. Sorry everybody, just had writer's block, but this is it. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Might write another story someday. 20. One Choice Sinks Two Emily had finally earned her way back into pullups by finishing off her case. It had only taken a couple of weeks. Secretly though, she loved it. The soft padding, the warmth of a wet diaper, the squish of a messy, the ability to just go wherever, whenever she wanted. She had done the whole potty trained person thing, and it was way more stressful. She had to remember to use the bathroom, had to get there, and there were often lines once she made it. Diapers had given her a carefree outlet. Weighing how much better she felt in diapers she decided she was just going to sink her potty training. Not worth it, so she squatted and grunted, filling the back of her way too big girl pullup. 5 points, just one more accident to go until I’m back where I belong she thought. Danielle meanwhile was struggling with her potty training. One more accident and she was the diaper girl, she already was at night anyways. It was made worse that her sister had just gotten promoted today too, she enjoyed not being the bottom of the house hierarchy for once. She laid back and went up to her Mom. Getting changed out of a wet diaper into a pullup was humiliating. You had to grab the changing mat yourself and bring it over. You get cooed and cooed at as you are released from you plastic-backed prison, and then finally pullups. At the breakfast table, Danielle could not help but notice there was a foul smell and the air, and she just hoped it was not her. “Squish” Emily was grinning ear to ear like the cat that got the canary as she hoped her mess would be discovered. She shifted her weight side to side, letting it spread. She felt so naughty, purposefully breaking the rules like this. Then, Annie walked it, “Jesus, somebody here is a stinker.” She said as she pulled the back of both of her daughter’s protective pants. “And I found the culprit, and so early on your potty training too, well let’s get you a clean one.” Annie took her oldest to the shower to quickly rinse her up, and pulled up the pullup. As soon as it was up, Emily got a cheeky grin on her face. She let go, peeing it. It was undeniably wet. “My goodness, this was the quickest potty training failure I’ve ever seen. You clearly just aren’t ready. We’ll try again, some day.” Emily had won, she was getting changed back into diapers for the foreseeable future. Meanwhile, Danielle was straining waiting for her Mom to return so she could be taken to the potty. She really had to pee and was not sure how much longer she could wait. She knew that her sister made a mess, but it should not be taking this long for a simple change. Then, a spasm in her bladder, followed by another. She crossed her legs as hard as she could, sweat came off her forehead, she clenched her jaw. It was no use, her thirsty pullup drank up all of her accident. Maybe, she wasn’t ready to potty train after all. About two minutes later, to her shock, Danielle saw Emily walk back into the room diapered. She stood, revealing her own droopy undergarment. “Might as well get you situated too.” Annie said. Now Danielle was going to be taped in. Annie was quick and professional, but that did not distract Danielle from her new reality that her 24/7 toilet was around her waist. She almost cried, but the last couple of weeks had dried her all out, so she just took it. Then, it was back to breakfast. “Ok girls, it seems perfectly clear to me that potty training is something that is not even remotely close for you. In fact, your combined behavior tells me you’d rather be diapered. So, that’s what is going to happen. No more stress, no more worries, just go.” The girls could not believe what they were hearing. One could hardly contain her joy, the other sadness. They were both going to be living the same life, this was the new normal. Change to change, a long way from where this summer started. The End
  8. 19. A Humble Choice Bed time rolled around for what was for Danielle the worst day yet. Judging from the pace of changes her sister got, getting sentenced to a pack of diapers would be an at least 2 and a half week impediment to getting back to her real underwear. At least while she was in pullups theoretically she could get back to her real underwear within a week if she was on point. After the incident, it was a pretty boring day. Danielle spent most of it crying in her room, and Emily just went about her business no longer even trying to hold things in. Danielle, remembering a rule she has yet to use had to make a humbling choice to save her status. The first change of the evening was Emily, Emily carefully made she messed a bit before bed because there would be no changes until morning and even though it has not been an issue yet, she was not willing to see. Next it was Danielle’s turn. “Mommy, can I please have a diaper.” Danielle said knowing that any night time accident in the diaper would not count against her point total. She was voluntarily taking a step back to take a step forward. “Good choice pumpkin!” Annie said as she motioned Danielle up to the table. Unlike with Emily’s change, Annie took her time on Danielle’s as though to reinforce her new nightly position. The powdering, wiping, taping, everything was done with extra care. It was all done though. “Now remember sweetie, if you need to go potty, you’re wearing it until I change you in the morning” Annie reminded her. The first things Danielle noticed about the diapers compared to the pullups were the thickness and the feeling of being enclosed. They had to be two or three times thicker than the pullups, and would definitely not leak at any point no matter what she threw at them. The thickness made them more comfortable too she thought, but then she quickly banished that thought away. The tapes made it clear that the wearer had no chance of even thinking about using the toilet. At least with pullups, there was some sort of hope. The wearer could bring them up or down without wasting them. She knew the only way out of her infantile, pink thick garment was to be let out. She felt trapped, but oddly comforted and secure. That night she fell asleep even quicker than normal. Sorry it's been awhile but posts are going to be a bit more infrequent, once again keep the comments coming and let me know if you have suggestions for anything.
  9. Posts are probably going to slow down after this one, I might be able to squeeze out one more. I will still try and get updates out semi-regularly, but work is going to pick up next week. Glad that many of you are enjoying this! If you have any ideas on where you want this to go, feel free to comment them or message me. I may not take you advice but I could be inspired by what you say. 17. A Busy Day Annie announced she had to go run some errands after breakfast, and asked both of the girls if they wanted to go. In their padded state, neither girl really wanted to be out in public, so they both passed. Annie then announced she would be back in about 2 hours and reminded the girls to be good and follow the rules. Like every morning, both girls had a cup of coffee. If they did not caffeinate at this point they would probably get awful headaches. Before leaving, Annie checked both of her girls really quickly and then left. Only about 25 minutes after Annie left, Emily began to feel a rumbling in her stomach. In the roughly half a day she’s been diapered she had yet to mess herself. Oh the horror of it all! It dawned on her that she was about to make her first messy diaper since she was a baby. Peeing in the diaper was bad, but she dreaded this moment a lot more. She was determined to drag it out as long as she could because she knew that there would be no changes until her mom got back, in over an hour. The pressure mounted, minute on minute. Soon she felt physically warm and uncomfortable. She had managed to make it about an hour after Annie left before the cramps started to come in. She was in excrutiating pain. Alone, in the privacy of her room, she quietly resolved to surrender. She squatted off the edge of her bed and pushed. Since she had to go so bad the poo came out easily, and she could feel the squishy mass weighing down her diaper. Since her diaper was pink you could not tell anything was amiss from the outside except for the strong smell and the bulge. Emotionally, Emily broke and all she could do was cry. To avoid sitting or lying in it, she lay face down on her bed. All she could do was wait. Maybe going to the store with her mom was a better option. Danielle was struggling as well. Like her sister, the coffee as making need to go too. She knew that it was against the rules for her to go potty without her Mom’s approval and supervision, but her Mom would never find out. She went and carefully went potty making sure nothing landed in her waiting pullup. Inwardly, she thought that even if Annie found out, she would be proud of Danielle for making it. Just that moment at the store, a slightly different scene was playing out. Halfway down the aisle Annie got an alert on her phone. The alarm she set up in the bathroom was set off. Curious to see who the little rule breaker was, she opened her phone to watch the video. There she saw her youngest calmly using the potty. Annie was disappointed, she had rules in place and this was directly against the rules. She was not supposed to use the potty unattended, that’s what got her in this mess to start with. Frustrated, she decided she would use this as a test. 18. The Test The sound of Annie’s car coming up the drive broke both of the girl’s thoughts. Emily for one came basically running towards her mother in desperation for a change and check. She wanted nothing more than to be freed from this diaper, even if it meant trading it for another diaper. To try to win her mother’s best mood and feeling she greeted her mother with a big hug. It worked, Annie merely thought that her daughter was being a little extra loving. Taking advantage of having her so close she did a check. By cracking open the back waistband for the customary poo check, the smell told the story. “What a good girl using your didees like you’re supposed to!” Annie said to Emily. “As a reward for the rest of the day you can ask me for changes, this is for today only, but because you were so good and left me messies you deserve something.” Emily blushed a little bit, normally good girls were the ones who did not go potty in their pants. “Mommy can I get changed now?” Emily asked. “Of course honey.” The change took longer because it was messy, but Emily was free. 2 diapers down, 78 to go until she gets promoted to potty training. She could not wait for the day. These messy diapers were going to be a fact of life until at least then. On the positive though, since she could ask for changes today only, she could knock a lot of them out of the way today. “Danielle come downstairs, I need to talk to you.” Danielle entered the “diaper room”. “I am very disappointed in you young lady, I know you used the potty without my permission or supervision.” Annie said. Danielle was stunned, she had no idea how her mom could have ever known. “I saw you on the alarm system I had set up in the bathroom to make sure that you did not cheat your training. So now you have to et punished for breaking the rules, but I will let you choose. You can either take a 3 point penalty for this week. That would leave you with 3.5 points and its only Tuesday. Remember, diapers happen once you hit 6. Or you can take no pint penalty and take a real punishment” Danielle thought it over. If she took the point penalty she was guaranteeing another week in pullups. If she held out where she was for the rest of the week she would be free. Further, her mom’s punishments were not that bad. They were typically things like sitting in the corner for a while, or doing some chore around the house. Despite her obvious eccentricity and control issues, Annie never spanked her children and always handled disciplinary matter in private. The choice was obvious, “I’ll take the punishment.” Emily said. “That’s what I thought you’d say, come with me.” Annie then led Danielle to a table and chair, on the table was a small stack of paper and a pen. “Since you seem to have forgotten that you’re in training, I need you to fill every page, back and front with “As a potty trainee I need Mommy’s supervision to go potty” That way it sinks in.” There were about 5 pages of paper. “Do not write too big or messy or that page does not count and I give you 2 more to replace the one that you messed up. You cannot get up from the chair for any reason until I say you are finished. Do you understand.” Emily nodded. All she could think about was how this was going to be a piece of cake. She was going to be done in 10 minutes no problem. Sitting down, she began writing the humiliating phrase as quickly as she could. Even rushing it took longer than she though. She was done with her first half a page when Annie came over to check on her progress. Though her writing was normally flawless, the script being written by Annie was scrawled on there. In some places, it was even hard to read what she was writing. “Way too messy. I need you to write neatly babe” Annie said as she took away all of Emily’s progress and gave her two blank pieces of paper. Emily realized that her mom meant business and wanted neat writing. This would slow her down, but would be far preferable to another week of potty training. Carefully she formed each letter. Doing this neatly was going to take a lot longer than the 10 minutes she thought. The frontside of the first page took her 3 and a half minutes, so she figured she was going to be at it for about 35 minutes. Then, panic, she felt a pressure in her gut right as she was halfway through the backside of the first page, she had approximately 30 minutes left, and she really had to go. On top of that, she was not the most well renowned for holding it. Danielle’s situation was not too dire until she reached her 4th sheet of paper. That’s when the cramps hit. The pace of her writing slowed as her mind went elsewhere. There was a real chance that she would shit her pullups and get 5 points, that would put her perilously close to diapers! She clenched and kept going. She muscled out the whole 4th sheet and was fine. Grabbing the last sheet of paper must have triggered something in her mind though. The pressure grew so heavy that she could barely manage to write. Her gut hurt like crazy. Then, a fart that was not very trustworthy, but nothing more. Then another, and another. She could not stop farting. Luckily, none of them were bad. She made it onto the backside of the paper. Then, to make herself more comfortable she shifted in her seat ever so slightly. The simple shift of weight was enough to invite her sphincter to just let it go. Warm mushy poo filled the seat of her pullup. The pullup sagged under the weight. She sat up ever so slightly off of the chair so it would not smoosh around her butt. From across the room, Annie chided her, “Butt in the chair until you are done.” She sat, which pushed the bulge into her. “Mommy!! I made a messy!” she cried out hoping that this would end the punishment and she could get clean. Annie came over, and with a smirk said, “I said no getting out of the chair until you have finished, you still have a half a sheet of paper left. I will check and if I have to change you afterwards.” It was obvious that she had gone, but Annie liked to play dumb. She smiled knowing that Emily’s whole plan had backfired. Not only did she get punished, she actually got more points than if she just took the point penalty. After a couple excruciating minutes sitting in her own mess writing a piece of paper about being unable to use the bathroom alone, Danielle finished. “Mom, I’m done.” Annie checked over all the pages agreed, she did a good job. “Ok baby, check position.” “Oh my god, somebody made quite the messy in her pullup! This is a big bad accident and we are going to have to count it as 5 points. I thought you were bigger than this.” Annie said. Determined not to show weakness, a silent tear went down Danielle’s face. She knew that she had 5.5 points and was one accident of any kind from 80 diapers. She hated the mess and was determined to keep her pullups at all costs. With all the strength she could muster she managed to squeak out, “Can I get a new pullup, please.”
  10. Thank you all for enjoying this! I've just been on a writer's roll recently so here's more. 16. New House Order It was weird, for the first time in about 20 years, Annie had not one but two girls needing protection all day. With two girls in constant need of checking and changing, Annie felt it best that she moved all of the diaper supplies into the main room. This way, both girls could see how the other was progressing and perhaps get competitive. Their respective training charts were hung up on either side of the change table. Instead of points in Emily’s she just filled out a “D” for “diaper” for the rest of the week. Underneath their charts were each girl’s diaper stacks, carefully aligned in even stacks. There was no hiding who was at what level of training here. Over the changing table was a third chart which simply put the rules in writing. Next to the table was of course, the diaper pail. The house looked like it belonged to two toddlers going through potty training, not two college girls. Emily quickly learned that life in diapers was easy but humiliating. She quickly regretted stealing the pullup from her sister. The pullups were designed for somebody who at least had a chance to get to the bathroom. They could be taken off and on, and her sister got to do that. The diaper was a different thing. Big, and bulky, the tapes indicated that the wearer had no chance to make it to the bathroom and should not even bother. Last night was her first full night in diapers, and she still had not peed them. In fact, she was going to hold off using them as long as possible. In her mind she thought that she was not like her potty training kid sister, she did not actually need them. But now, as it was early morning and she had not gone in almost 12 hours she was bursting. Annie watched her oldest out of the corner of her eye. She knew that Emily was not happy with the turn of events, but even Emily could not argue that she did not at least kind of deserve this punishment. She cracked a wry smile as she saw Emily cross her legs, and fidget a bit, that diaper under her bottom sure looked thirsty and it was about to get its first drink. Emily’s mind on the other hand was racing, she could hardly move without losing control. Like a toddler, she was in a half standing position, hand on diaper as though she could literally hold it in. Then, a quick spurt. “No, no, no this can’t be happening” she thought as she froze. Then another small one, the aliens that were supposed to disappear on her diaper were still there, so in her mind she still had not had an accident as she continued to struggle. Then, her face went blank, she began to pee and could not stop it. She was having an honest accident. Annie looked over and saw a face that as a mother she was far too familiar with and knew exactly what was going on underneath her daughter’s diaper. Both girls would have to report for the morning check and change in 3 minutes anyways, so she would just make a comment then she thought. Emily on the other hand was dealing with a whole new feeling. As she peed a warmth started to fill around her. She had to go a lot, and the pee began spreading around her diaper. The aliens had all become a distant memory. The wetness did not feel bad, in fact, the squish almost felt good. The diaper had become swollen, but despite her soaking it, it held it all in. She could not stop examining it to make sure none of the pee had escaped, feeling certain that some would, but it was all easily contained. “Girls, to the living room” Annie called out. Both girls came out. “I see that you probably noticed the new setup. I decided that since both of you are in protection, you can work together. From now on, all of your pullups or diapers are here, and all of your changes will be conducted here in front of each other. Now, let’s see how my little girls did last night.” She first went over to Emily because she already knew the results, and there was nothing on the line. She had 79 diapers to go no matter what, unless she was dry at which case she would have 80. “Looks like baby Emily made a big wet” Annie said as she poked the swollen diaper. “What a good girl, using your diapees for their purpose. Now up on the changing table.” Unwilling to cross her mother, she hopped on the changing table. “Ok Danielle, watch how this goes because one day this could be you”. Annie began by untapping the diaper tape by tape then pulling it out from under Emily’s butt. Then, she rolled it up into a ball, bonding it by its tape. After the old diaper was all balled up, Annie gave it to Emily to hold for the rest of the change. It gave the change an extra embarrassing factor, because right in Emily’s hand was her most recent accident. She could feel how heavy the diaper, her diaper, was. Just like yesterday, she followed her Mom’s prompts of legs up, butt up, etc. And before she knew it, she was encased in a brand new diaper. This one was garishly bright pink. “Doesn’t Emily look so cute in pink?!?” Annie said expecting no responses. “Ok baby, now go throw your old diaper away in your diaper pail.” Hearing that it was in fact her diaper, and her diaper pail was hard for Emily, but the hardest part came next. “And you’re forgetting the most important part of a successful diaper change, always thank your changer”. “Thank you Mommy” Emily said rather insincerely. “Thank you for what?” Annie replied. “Thank you for changing me.” Changing your what. “Thank you for changing my diaper.” “Well, was it a dry diapee or a wet one, I need you to be specific over what I changed. You need to take ownership of your actions.” Annie implored of her daughter. “Thank you for changing my wet diaper”. Emily finally spat out, knowing deep down that phrase was going to dominate her foreseeable future. Next Annie turned to Danielle, she could see in Danielle’s eyes that she felt bigger and better about being in pullups. The irony was, Danielle had a rough night and had soaked her pullup. The wetness indicator was long gone, and it was a minor miracle that it did not leak. “Baby, you’re soaked!” Annie exclaimed. All feelings of being big left Danielle as for the first time she noticed that she had in fact earned half a point. “That’s why we wear these though, and at least you have a chance of making it to the potty unlike sissy.” Annie said. The feeling of being big returned to her. She was guided into a new pair of training pants and put a .5 in the Monday category. She knew that she had to be pretty much perfect for the rest of the week. Seeing her sister though, the urgency was not there as much. Something about not being the lowest really made this a lot easier. “If either of you are wet or messy let me know, but remember, only Mommy decides if you need to be changed.” The morning ritual was over.
  11. I. Drama Despondent, Danielle went to sleep. All she could think about were the remaining pullups, lined up neatly in stacks of 8. In one week she was barely into her second stack, which was organized so that the design of her pullup alternated. For bed tonight, she was in a Frozen pullup, tomorrow morning she would get a flower one again, and so on. She knew too, deep down that if she got deep enough into the stacks, her mom would just buy more and organize them so neatly. The order of it all humiliated her. The night was restless, perhaps because she felt like a total failure. When she awoke, another surprise. She was soaked, unlike her last accident, this one left nothing to interpretation. The pullup sagged a bit and the snowflake had long since melted in a pee soaked river. She lied awake waiting for her mom to come in, inspect, and declare her wet. Then her mother came in. Annie did not even touch the pullup before saying, “My, you really used that one baby. Go write a 1.5 for your score for yesterday, and put a 2.5 for your week’s total.” Glumly, Danielle did as she was told, signifying on her chart her failure for all to see. “No graduation this week, but you did pretty well. I’m proud of you for only using a couple pullups, but we still need you in them just in case” Annie said. For some reason, this encouragement made her feel a little better, even though as it was being said her old pullup was being ripped open, and the new one guided up her leg like a toddler’s. This week was for sure her week. Emily was waiting in the kitchen. She knew that the training was going to continue a week, but she feared that it was only going to be one week. If she did not act soon, her chance would be shot. She would never know what the pullups felt like. She was just too curious. They looked comfy, and cute, and there was something about being able to do a bathroom break at anytime that just attracted her. Believe it or not, she was envious of her kid sister, her miserable kid sister. She hatched a plan, while her mom was out for a couple of hours doing errands, she would grab one while her sister was not looking and try it on. There were like 110 or so pullups left and her mom and sister would never miss one. A couple of hours later in the afternoon, her chance came. Her mom had to run off to meet somebody in a town 45 minutes away. This meant she would be gone for at least a couple of hours. In the meanwhile, her sister went on a run leaving Emily home alone. Stealthily she crept in to her sister’s room and slid open the drawer. It was like opening a treasure chest. She quickly grabbed the Frozen pullup from the top and scurried back to her room. With the joy of a pirate looking at her loot, she examined her bounty. It was soft, and purple, her favorite color. The princesses on the front gave it an especially childish look. Like her sister, Emily was of a slight build, and she knew it would fit easily. Ferociously she stripped down. It was the moment of truth, she pulled it up and she encapsulated her lower parts in pure padded bliss. The pullup was about as comfy as she imagined. Emily spent the next 10 minutes posing in front of the mirror, checking her self out in just the pullup. Feeling sexy, she picked out a matching purple bra for it. Then, the front door of the house opened. Panic! Luckily for Emily, her room was at the back of the house, so she quickly threw on some jeans and a longish t-shirt. It covered her new padded underwear perfectly. She knew that she would have to get rid of it as soon as possible. In her original plan, she would have already used and disposed of it in the diaper pail in Danielle’s room, but it was too late now. She would have to wait out Danielle and her mom until nighttime. Consciously aware of what lay beneath her jeans she bravely strode out to face her sister. Danielle was none the wiser, she was just too focused on staying dry, and frankly the Goodnites All-Days were pretty discrete. She went up to her sister to be allowed to use the bathroom like she always did. It felt like any other time, except this week, Danielle was extra careful about wiping and she stayed on the toilet a little extra long to make sure nothing would come out. She then went to her room to settle down and watch a movie. She just wanted to chill and try to make the best of the afternoon. By being in her room, she inadvertently blocked Emily’s pullup escape route. Emily would have to wait it out, perhaps until late in the night. Then horror, Emily heard the car come up the driveway. Her mother was home, and though it was easy to hide her pullup from her sister, her mother would be a different story. For some reason, she felt that her mom could hear every slight crinkle, notice even the slightest bulge, or maybe even smell that fresh diaper scent in the air. She tried her best to stay calm. “Dinner!!” Annie yelled. Dinner was a pretty typical affair. Annie had brought home pizza, which the girls had with milk. Emily was doing a great job being unnoticed, she did not move much,and it was obvious that Annie had no idea that she had not one, but two padded daughters. Emily knew that her mom would freak if she did find out, and did not want to know what would happen if she did. She thought nothing of it when Danielle and Annie went up for the nightly check and change. While this happened, she always would do a run of the dishes. Something was amiss though. Danielle was wearing a flower pullup and the next pullup on the stack was a flower. Annie never told her daughters of the alternating as a way of keeping Danielle from hiding wet pullups from her. Her mind immediately went there. Danielle was dry, which was normally not suspicious because she was usually dry, but this time it was. Annie asked, “Honey, did you have an accident you did not tell me about” Flummoxed, Danielle said, “No! I’ve been dry all day, look!” “Then why is there a missing pullup, you know if you lie about an accident I will give you 4 points, but if you come clean now you will only get 2” Annie said. Distressed, Danielle said, “I promise, why would I lie on a Monday, I don’t have any points yet”. Danielle had a point, there was no point in lying yet, even with an accident she would not have to go through another week of training. Then, Annie had a thought. First, she told Danielle she believed her and apologized for accusing her. Quietly she slunk behind Emily, who was still at the sink doing dishes. The sound of the water running masked her footsteps. Then, to Emily’s horror Annie pulled up the back of her shirt. The cute purple waistband gave her away, it was clear to all that she had been busted. “Emily Ann Rodrigues! What is this?!?” Annie cried out. Not in a million years had she though her Emily would do something as low as steal her sister’s training pants. Emily could not react, she thought she had been so slick, but somehow her mom knew. “Stand right there, hands up.” Annie said as she took off her oldest daughter’s shirt. “Ok, now lift up this leg and now this one” the pants were off. “Come upstairs with me or you are going to be in even deeper trouble.” Annie said in a menacing tone. Quietly, except for a sniffle or two of tears, Emily complied being perp walked up the stairs to the pullup room. “Danielle, I have solved the case of the missing pullup” Annie said as she presented Emily, clad in only the same childish underwear she had on. “Now Emily, you know this was wrong of you to steal from Danielle, so I need you to apologize to her.” Annie said. “Sssorry” Emily stammered. “Sorry for what?” Annie implored as though forcing a 5 year old to make amends. “For stealing your pullups” Emily continued. “Good, now that I see that you stole the pullups, you have volunteered to start potty training yourself, after a small amount of time. Since you were so childish by stealing though, and it seems to be pullups that you wanted, first you are going to have to go through the case of diapers I bought in case Danielle washed out of potty training. There are 80 and they come in all different kinds. After you work your way through that whole case, then we will move you up. You must use your diapers for everything, do you understand??” Emily would have been mad, but she knew she messed up and got caught. She was mostly glad she was not kicked out of the house or something. “Yes” she replied to her mother’s question. She dreaded having to do all of her bodily functions in diapers, the checks, everything for a while. But she knew she had no choice. “Ok, come with me and we can pick out your first diaper together.” Annie said maybe too cheerfully. The diapers were tucked away in Annie’s closet. Annie never thought they would be used, but they were a good threat. There was a bright pink kind, one that said baby all over it, one with animals, a green one with paws, one with skulls, and some with childish things like boats and stuff on them. The massive size of them was all Emily could notice. Cooing, Annie grabbed one with space theme on them, apparently the aliens fade when wet. Then, she laid out a towel. “Make this change easy, and this will go a lot easier for you.” In no mood to test her mother’s anger, Emily obediently laid down. Her pullup, the one thing she now desired to show her adulthood was ripped off of her. Then, she was wiped down, powdered up. Mindlessly, she complied with every command to lift her butt, spread her legs, etc. just hoping for it to be done. And then, with a couple of tapes she was locked in. She was now Emily the diaper girl. She was stood up and looked in the mirror, the diaper was way less subtle than the pullup and was built to survive any kind of mess she would deposit in it. As she was looking in the mirror contemplating her fate, her mother snapped her back to reality by saying, “And here are the rules while you are diapered. 1. Nothing covers your diaper so I can see if you are wet at any time. In public you may wear a skirt as long as I can easily flip it up to check you. 2. You must do all bathroom functions in your diapers (poo and pee). 3. You may not change yourself, only I or with special permission from me, you sister may change you. This will keep you from hiding wet diapers. 4. I determine when you get changed, so do not ask, I may just think you are not wet enough. 5. You will use all the diapers in the case before you get promoted to pullups. Emily stood there and processed her new life. She was no longer the big sister, she was the little sister to the big girl in pullups, and once again she envied her sister’s pullups.
  12. Did not realize this would be so controversial. I like all the comments though and nobody needs to be apologizing to anybody, I was just busy. As promised, the next chapter. XIII. Almost Clear It was Sunday night, and if she could make it clean until bedtime she would “graduate”. Danielle was oddly excited about the prospect of earning her way back into panties. She fantasized ahout how much lighter they felt, how the designs would not mock her with a wetness indicator, and great it would be to not have to worry about covering up in public for the chance of shame. She was still relying mostly on Emily to do bathroom trips, it just felt less awkward to have her sister do it. It probably helped that her sister would just walk into the room and let her do it herself instead of insisting on giving a wiping tutorial every time. Thinking about tomorrow, Danielle located her sister for a bathroom trip. At this point the bathroom trips were routine for Emily. She would walk in there and pretend not to be that interested. Yes, for some reason her little sister’s childish underwear fascinated her, and yes, it was funny, but she at least had to act bored with it. In fact, with that strategy there seemed to be more willingness on the part of her sister to let her go. The bathroom trip seemed pretty easy. Danielle went more than usual, but that was just because she had to go. Then, as though it was nothing she did a quick wipe, and pulled her pullup back up. The wipe was cursory, and afterwards an almost unnoticeable amount of pee escaped her into the pullup. Unbeknownst to her, the flower on her pullup became a little bit fuzzy. It was still there though, and she did not even consider this a problem. She strode out confidently knowing that soon her final check that could determine her underwear next week would be over and she would be safe in bed. Even if she wet the bed, she would still get day time panties. “Check position” Annie exclaimed. Obediently, and perhaps too excitedly, Danielle put her hands on her head and spread her legs slightly. Over the week she had gotten use to the checks in which her mom would poke, prod, and peek into her pullup. At first they were bad, but since they came up dry every time it was not a problem. This was, as far as she was aware going to be like any other check. Annie noticed right away that the lines on the flower were no longer crisp, but looked fuzzy like they were erased once by a crappy eraser. She poked, and prodded and felt nothing, but the peek inside confirmed her feelings. “Oh sweetie, it seems as though you leaked in these ones, I guess that means we still have some work to do” Annie proclaimed. Flabbergasted, Danielle could only exclaimed, “What!!” To which Annie pointed out, “Look at your flower, it’s fuzzy, on a good pullup the lines are crisp.” Then as she peeled forward the front of the pullup she said, “and look at that little bit of yellow on the bottom there, we both know what that is”. Danielle was crestfallen. She was certain that there was no problem here and now she was going to have to spend another week potty training. This was bullshit she thought. She did not even go in her It was made even worse when her mom made her change even though she was not that wet. “A wet pullup is a wet pullup no matter what.” From a distance, Emily breathed a sigh of relief, the pullups would be staying in the house, and her curiosity was at its peak level. She just had to know what it felt like. More likely to come soon. Life got busy. Keep the comments coming.
  13. Thank you everybody for the comments, especially Wannatripababy. Future updates are going to be smaller uploads, just had a long time waiting in an almost empty airport so I just knocked it out.
  14. Hi, My name is Ben, I am a long time lurker who finally got brave enought to post. I am still pretty shy about this all but I am excited to give this a shot for once.
  15. Hey everybody, have read the stories here for a long time and finally wrote my own. Let me know if it is any good or what I should improve on. It is only partially done. Points System I. Discovery and Beginning It was a normal summer day in Bellingham, Washington for single mother Annie Rodrigues. The rainy season had finally ended and both of her college aged daughters were home. Her oldest, Emily, had just come off of a great third year at the University of Washington. She was on the honor’s roll, in the marching band, and was just elected Vice-President of her sorority. On top of all of that, she was quite the looker with her olive, sun kissed skin and flowing black hair. Her life seemed perfect in every way, and she plugged along knowing that it was going to stay that way. Her youngest, Danielle on the other hand was coming off of a tougher first year of college. Smart as a whip and athletic she had accepted a running scholarship to Washington State University. Like her older sister she was athletic with the same tan skin, but instead she was shorter and thinner, about 5’3 112 pounds. Washington State however did not turn out like she wanted it to. She struggled with injuries on the track and never really got her feet under her. For somebody so accustomed to success this was difficult. Further, the culture of the school was not to her liking. As an athlete she had to live a disciplined lifestyle, staying away from drinking and drugs. Unfortunately for her, life at WSU revolved around partying hard, and it was hard for her to find a social group. Even though she succeeded academically, she was miserable and worn out from WSU and wanted to go home. She decided she was going to transfer to Western and live at home for her remaining college years. Understanding that her daughter had just come home from a tough situation and was feeling worn out, Annie decided she was going to do Danielle’s laundry. It was not something she would normally do but she was just so glad that she was home that she wanted to be generous. Danielle was still sleeping there peacefully as Annie walked in. It was early enough that she would not be getting up in a couple of hours anyways. As she got to her daughter’s laundry basket she smelled a smell she had not smelled in a very long time, not since Danielle was 7 and stopped wetting the bed, stale urine. She quickly grabbed the laundry basket and headed to the laundry room. Digging through her daughter’s laundry was telling to say the least. Almost every pair of panties had small urine stains as though she did not wipe well enough or allowed a dribble of pee into them. Annie was distressed, she knows she taught her daughter better than that! Her daughter was just being lazy and it was unsanitary. How could she allow herself to just sit in her own urine all the time. She knew that fast action was necessary and hatched a quick plan. Her daughter was going to have to go through potty training all over again, and only once she was able to prove that she was able to keep her pants dry would she be allowed to graduate. Looking at the clock and it being only 7:15 AM, she knew she had about 2 hours to put her plan into action. This was going to be quite the summer. II. Shopping Without throwing the clothes into the washer, Annie sped on down to the local Walmart. Once there she made a beeline for the diapers aisle. Checking through her options she found exactly what she was looking for. It was a new product from Kimberly Clark. In response to calls from parents and caregivers, Kimberly Clark released a new Goodnite called the Goodnite All Days. The l-xl size fit people from 85-125 pounds so it should fit Danielle just like her panties did. They had some other features that distinguished them from regular Goodnites. For one, they were a little bit thicker, presumably so they could hold more, and they had space in the back for messy accidents. They were also designed as training panties. They had fade when wet designs, on the first type of print it was pink and flower themed. When wet, the flowers effected would fade. The second was purple and it had a picture of the Elsa from frozen. When wet a big snowflake on the front would fade. They were exactly the kind of new underwear her daughter needed, so she bought a whole box of 128. If Danielle performed well that would be the only box she would need. Then she hit up the stationary section. She picked out stickers, poster paper, and some markers. The summer of training was about to begin. When she got home, Danielle’s older sister, Emily, was awake. Annie did not want this to be a traumatizing experience, despite it being kind of a punishment so she touched base with her about what was going to happen. She thought it was going to be more difficult, but Emily was very supportive of her younger sister. In fact, she volunteered to help Annie potty train her sister by assisting with “checks”. The only rule she had to follow was to never make fun of Danielle, or to tell anybody about it or it would be akin to volunteering to join. Scared at the prospect of this, Emily solemnly agreed to the conditions. Then, they both heard a stirring upstairs, Danielle was awake and coming downstairs. Annie then turned to Emily and said, “Talk to her a minute, I need to get her new things ready.” III. A New Day for Danielle Danielle awoke, “huh another boring day in Bellingham” she thought as she stretched out. Her panties were damp from letting her pee dribble a little bit last night, but it wasn’t really an accident, and her sheets had only a small puddle right where it was already slightly yellow stained anyways. She didn’t need to have these accidents, she just could not will herself to leave her bed for just a little bit of pee. It was too warm, and she figured it was not worth it. Groggily, she threw on some sweatpants and trudged downstairs. She needed her coffee, and that was all she cared about at the moment. Downstairs she was met by her older sister who seemed extra chatty this morning. “ I just don’t understand morning people” Danielle thought as she politely chatted away with her sister. She could not help but feel a pang of jealousy towards her, Emily was so successful, and Danielle felt broken for having to come home. Oh well, at least her coffee was here for her. Meanwhile upstairs, Annie was frantically working. Danielle’s entire pantie drawer was emptied out and placed into trash bags. When she showed that she deserved them back, she would go ahead and just buy her new ones. These ones were trashed anyways she reasoned. Then, meticulously so that it was easy to keep count. As long as Danielle was good about keeping her in the loop she could be in charge of her own pullups. Then up in the middle of the wall above the pullups she hung the potty chart divided into days of the week. There was a spot for each day and then an 8th spot as well titled “Total”. Then like an alarm clock waking her up in the morning, she heard the shower turn on, it was time to grab Danielle’s last pair of panties and begin retraining. Danielle turned the shower on hoping to soak in a long day of nothing. The shower was where she had her best thoughts, where she felt she looked the best, and her favorite part of her routine. She loved the way the water hit her skin, and how she was able to play with her hair. Though she got grief for it from her sister for being a slowpoke the shower was a time of solace. Because the bathroom was a relatively open setup, she did not blink an eye as her mom came in the room and gathered up her clothes. She must be doing a load in the wash is all she thought. She did not even notice the sticky note she placed on her towel. After a good long time, she got out. Right as she was about to dry herself off she read the note that said, “Meet me in your room, ASAP!” IV. The Reveal Now she was scared, she had no idea what she had done wrong. If anything, she was always a bit of a goody-goody. In high school she cried all the way home after she was offered a beer at a party for God’s sake. There could not be anything boy related, not that her mom would even care, because she just never sook it out really. Regardless, the walk from the bathroom to her room covered in just a towel felt like a marathon. Annie was ready, she had the pee-stained panties in her hand, she had the covers drawn off the bed to showcase the puddle stain in the middle of the bed, and she had the board all set up. When the door opened, Danielle did not stand a chance. “Sit down dear, there is something very serious we need to talk about” said Annie. Danielle, could only gulp her nervousness into her throat. “I did a load of wash this morning and I am wondering if you could explain this!” she said as she pointed to the pee stained panties. Danielle just stammered something resembling words, but no thoughts. “I thought so,” Annie continued. “It seems to me as though you have taken a major step backwards in terms to your hygiene. Every single one of your panties had pee on them. I do not know if this is because you fail to wipe properly or what, but it is not how I raised you! Further, looking at this spot on the bed, it seems as though this is a 24/7 kind of problem. So, I have a 24/7 kind of solution. You are being repotty trained effective immediately.” Danielle’s whole body fell numb. She did not even know what this could entail. Repotty training?!? She had gotten it right the first time. Maybe this won’t be so bad though and be more like monitoring than anything. If that is the case, then it would be just annoying. The imposing chart titled, “Danielle’s Potty Chart” with days of the week marked on it scared her. It was at least going to be kind of serious. In a moment of frightened curiosity, she blurted out, “What does that even mean?” Her Mom snickered, thinking that she is falling right into place. “Well, open up your underwear drawer to find out.” What was in there stunned Danielle. “Diapers! Mom please no, not diapers! I’ll do anything!” Undeterred, Annie shushed her down and replied, “Those are not diapers, they are pullups, and for all intents and purposes they are you undies until you can prove to me that you deserve big girl panties. You should also know that they are arranged in 16 stacks of 8 so I know exactly how many there are at any given time. That way you cannot hide any accidents.” This did little to assuage Danielle’s fears. A quiet tear fell down her face. “If you want to live in this house anymore, you have to do it under my rules, and my rules say that girls who potty their pants need to earn back their panties. You can always leave, but just know that you won’t get the same kind of support out there as you do here” After hearing that she knew she was stuck. V. Rules The tears were streaming down her face consistently now as she was beginning to consider what her life was. Here she was, an athletic, smart, 19 year-old college student about to go through a life milestone that is usually finished 16 years earlier. In a final desperate move to try and get out of it, if only for a day she sniffled, “I bet they don’t even fit” looking at the juvenile garments which seemed aimed at somebody much younger than her. Sadly, this trick was in vain when her mom replied, “Ok, let’s try them out, and if they do not fit, we’ll pretend this never even happened.” Annie grabbed the first one off the first stack, it was a pink one with flowers on it and she told her daughter to stand up. In a moment of desperate hubris thinking that the pullup would rip at the sides as it got pulled up, Danielle complied. Annie fluffed out the pullup making sure that the double leak guards on the side were separated, and she said, “Ok, first foot in” and Danielle stepped in not unlike a 2 year old, “next foot in” Danielle complied. Looking down, Danielle’s confidence faltered a bit. The pullup was bigger than it seemed. Then with the skill and speed of a mother, Annie brought it all the way up. To Danielle’s horror it fit perfectly. Her thin runner’s legs did nothing to disrupt its travel up. It even seemed a little big to her as it rose to about one-inch below her belly button. She could not help but notice how thick they seemed. They were obviously designed for somebody to go in them a lot. The bulk made it a little difficult to walk without rubbing against the bottom of it a little bit. This created a rustling noise, which to her was deafening, but was honestly not noticeable unless one knew what they were looking for. The tears were gone by now though, it was just shock. She had been reduced to a mere potty training toddler with an undergarment that announced to the world that she could not keep her pants dry. Never did she think she would miss something like underwear so much. In that moment she longed for the simple lightness of them instead of the constant extra weight and bulk reminding her of her new life. “Perfect!” exclaimed Annie. They fit even better than she thought they would. In fact, she could even gain quite a few pounds and the fit would still be good. She carefully checked the leg guards, they formed a perfect seal down there. “So, I think you want to know how this whole potty training thing is going to work”. Danielle gulped and let out a weak, “Yeah”. A “From now on, unless you are in the shower, until you graduate to big girl panties, you are always going to be protected. By always, I mean always. You have shown the need for that kind of care. Your underwear will be determined by points which we will keep track on the board for you. Right now, as you can tell you are wearing pullups. Pullups are for big girls who sometimes cannot make it. Every accident in the pullups has a point total. Your first accident in the day is one point, your second one is two points and so on. Night time accidents count as one-half point but you can elect to be diapered at night and accidents in diapers do not count towards point. Let me warn you though, it is impossible to get to big girl panties if you are in diapers at night. If you choose that you will be diapered at 7pm until 8am, and all bathroom needs must be done in your diapers. Diapers are for girls who are not even ready for training yet, so do not even bother asking to be let out of them. Though I doubt it will ever come to it, messy accidents count as 5 points. If you score 1 point or less for the week you get panties back, if you score 5.5 points or higher it is back to diapers for a whole diaper case for you. Then we can try again. Your sister and I can choose to check you at any time. All we have to do is say, “Check position” and you will put your hands on your head with your feet slightly more than shoulder width apart. This will make it easier for us to tell. Also, as long as you are in protection, you are not allowed to wear anything that covers your pullup or diaper in the house so we can tell if you need changing. In public you must wear pants we can pull down easily like sweats, or a skirt that we can just check under. You can also tell us that you have had an accident, but you must take responsibility for it, and that does not mean you need a change. For now, because you are in pullups if you need to go potty let your sister or I know so we can observe you. Going potty without us counts as an accident and will be worth one point. Hiding an accident by having an unauthorized change counts as 3 points. Your diapers will be arriving in a couple of days, but if you choose to be diapered tonight just let me know and we’ll pretend your pullups are diapers. Do you understand?” Danielle’s mind was racing, it was all so much to take in. Random checks, a point system, a diaper option, real diapers whatever that means, and needing to ask her mom or sister to use the bathroom all seemed like a lot. All the while, the extra weight across her hips and rubbing against her lower regions kept reminding her of her new status. For a second she thought about going away and striking out on her own, but that was clearly not practical. On the positive, she thought, I’m 19. I can get through a week without having more than one accident, they’re only little dribbles anyways. Then, I will get my panties back, be super careful, and this will all be past me. With all the confidence a grown woman in only pullups with nothing to cover them, she replied to her mother, “Yes I understand.” VI. The First Day Being allowed only a shirt to cover herself was a big adjustment. Her first selection, a rather long shirt by design was disallowed because it was too long. She ended up with a cute t-shirt that barely got to the top of her pullup. She used to wear this shirt to display a little bit of skin above her pants, but now its purpose was to show everybody if she was dry or not. Luckily she had nothing planned that day, except for staying at home. She was too mentally exhausted to do anything else at this point anyways and was terrified of being seen. If any of her high school friends or kids at the college found out about this she would be the weird diaper girl for the rest of time. That was not the fate she hoped for. As time crept by, she started to feel a little bit better though. The crinkling was not too loud, and as long as the room was not silent she could hardly notice it. The pullup itself was not too obvious under clothing probably. Yes it was kind of thick, but not enough to where it would be a problem, especially under skirts or dresses. In fact, it was downright comfortable. The material was soft and created a slight cushion wherever she sat down. It was warm, safe and secure. And as much as she hated to admit it, the pink and the flowers were kind of cute. “Check position!” her mom yelled out, spooking her a bit as she swooped in from behind. Quick as lightning she spread her legs out just a bit and reached her hands up. Annie began the check, first by methodically pulling back the back to check for messes, and then feeling the bottom to check if it was wet. Then, she worked her way up to the front and made sure the flower was still there. “Good job pumpkin! You passed your first check!” Annie exclaimed. It had been over an hour though since the training began, and up to this point Danielle had not gone to the bathroom. That coffee must be just about through her, Annie thought. Oh well, best not to ask. Right after the check, Danielle felt the beginnings of the need to pee, and because it was coffee pooing was not far behind. She felt awkward about asking her mother or her sister for help going potty. It was something she had done herself for years at this point, so it was going to be quite a pride injury to ask. So, like all people tasked with an uncomfortable task, she put it off. 5 minutes quickly became 10 and the pressure in her bladder grew, her stomach gurgled. She was going to have to face her fears. VII. Rush Danielle was doing the full on potty dance, squeezing her legs together, hopping from leg to the other as she came up desperately to her mother. Seeing this, Annie asked, “Does somebody need to go potty?” “Yes mommy! Please hurry,” was Danielle’s response. Hand in hand they walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Danielle was feeling on the verge of losing control, but was exerting all of her energy into keeping it in. The door swung open, and Danielle burst in. “Danielle, slow down! Mommy needs to help you with your pullups!” Danielle was so desperate she did not care that just yesterday she would have had the ability to do this all in private, she just needed success. With one motion her mother pulled her pullups down, while sitting her on the toilet. No sooner had she sat down did a river of piss shoot out into the toilet bowl. Her crap shortly followed. Another minute and that would have surely been in my pullup she thought. She was so relieved to have made it. She went for a couple minutes, and then declared she was done. Then, as though teaching a child, her mother wiped her and “taught her” how to do it. It was humiliating, but she did not care because she did not have an accident. While wiping, Annie gave her daughter’s pullup a thorough check for any leaks. Dry as a bone. “Great job dear! You’re such a big girl. Go pick out a sticker for your pullup! Every time you make it successfully you get a sticker so you can show mommy and big sissy what a big girl you are!” VIII. Conflicted Big Sister Rewards have a weird effect on people. Normally, a 19 year old being given a sticker (for their training pants no less) would be a rock bottom event. For some reason though, because it was a reward, Danielle was excited about it. Annie brought out a sheet of all kinds of stickers, and asked, “Which one do you want?” “The gold star!” Danielle replied “Ok dear, a gold star for my gold star.” Annie replied as she stuck it on her daughter’s pullup prominently. “Now go show your sister” Emily was conflicted. She felt badly for her sister because being forced to wear pullups or be kicked out of the house is not much of a choice. Though the hours since the original shock had worn down, and the tears have stopped, she could tell that Danielle was still ashamed and upset at her new downgraded status. She felt even worse that because she is older, she has to help out with the process. On the other hand, it reminded her of her much younger days when Danielle was potty training the first time. There was no competition there, no feelings of resentment about having a successful college experience, they just loved each other. In fact, back then they were inseparable. Seeing Danielle bopping around in what was essentially a diaper took her back. Also, she had to admit that her sister looked kind of cute in it. It gave her an innocence and an excuse to show off her nice toned legs around the house. Danielle also got to be the center of attention, which felt nice to be out of for the moment. Her thoughts were broken by her sister triumphantly strutting back in the room. She was wearing a wide grin. Understanding her role in repotty training her sister, Emily asked, “Why the big smile Danielly?” Embarrassed because she knew it was not anything she should have been proud of, all Danielle could do was blush and point at her star sticker. Knowing that positive reinforcement was important, Emily began congratulating her, “What a big girl! I bet soon all of your pullups are gonna be covered in stars until you get panties! I’m so proud of you!” Danielle blushed more. Deep down she knew that this was totally unnecessary, she had just been a normal adult yesterday, but the mind games it was playing on her was intense. She loved the attention, the rewards, the praise, but she loved being an adult more and she could not wait for the week to be over. IX. Night Time At 7 o’clock, Annie called Emily over. “Since you are potty training, night time for you starts right now. Once you go to bed, if you elect to, all pullup accidents count as a half point. But if you choose, we can call those pullups diapers until your real diapers arrive. Then you would have to do all potties in your pullups until 8 tomorrow. What do you choose?” Danielle was taken aback, this was not even a real choice, of course she would keep the training up. If she chose diapers that would be like quitting, also it was her only way at keeping this a one week ordeal. “Pullups” she said confidently. “Ok, dear, if you need to go potty at anytime in the night just come and wake me up.” A couple of hours later at 9, Emily came up to Danielle and announced time for bed. Danielle protested a little bit, but the reality was she was wiped out from a mentally exhausting day. She hit the pillow and was out like a rock. ‘For such a stressful day her dreams were really peaceful. They all involved nature in some way. In the final one she hiked to a big waterfall and got to jump in. The feeling of the water all around her was relaxing. Before she knew it, she was being roused awake by her Mom. X. Morning “Wake up sleepyhead” Annie said softly as she patted her daughter’s back. Emily awoke, amazed at how well she slept. Her pullup felt a little heavier than she remembered, but she figured she was just getting used to being awake and padded. As she undid her covers though, a shocking sight beheld her. Her flowers were gone. Her pullup had done its job perfectly. The Goodnite All-Day held the entire accident, which judging by the droop and the fact that the pee had spread out to much of it, was a substantial one. “Uh oh, looks like somebody had an accident” Annie remarked. Danielle burst into tears. This cannot be happening she thought. She hadn’t had a real accident in years, and here she was standing in front of her mother is a droopy pullup. She noticed that the pullup had gotten a little bit bigger and had a yellowish tint now to it. She felt about 6 inches tall. Noticing her daughter’s tears, Annie jumped into mother mode. “Shh, shh it’s ok, accidents happen and that is what pullups are for. See your bed is dry, and this is way better than waking up in a wet bed right?” Danielle could only sniffle agreement, the fact that it was better than that did not make it good. She then grabbed her mother for a big hug and held it there for a minute. That seemed to calm her down. After Danielle calmed down, her mother led her over to her “pantie” drawer. “Grab the next one in the stack dear” Danielle grabbed the Frozen themed purple one. She loved that movie, and was going to make it her mission to keep that snowflake on. She went up to her mother with it. “Since you were wet, I’m gonna have to change you, but if you are dry I would have let you do it.” Annie grabbed the sides of the sodden pullup, and ripped. She then balled it up and threw it in the trash. Next she brought out a yoga mat which she labeled, “Danielle’s changing mat”. This thing ran deep. Lay down on your mat dear, Danielle complied. “Legs apart” Annie said as she began to wipe her grown daughter clean. Then came the powder, after all the prep work, she stood her daughter back up with her arms on her shoulders for balance. “Ok, right foot in, left foot in.” And the change was done. Annie then handed Danielle a marker. “Go up to your chart and put a big .5 in for Monday. That was your score for yesterday. Obediently, Danielle headed to the chart and in the first slot put a .5 in it for all to see. There is something harsh about having to record your own potty training failures as an adult, but it was part of “getting with the program”. Danielle was dejected though, she thought that this week would be a cakewalk, and she would just be putting straight 0s on the board. Instead, she was one mistake away from prolonging this situation another week. On the positive, she at least had room to make a mistake still, and the night must have been a one off. XI. A Good Day For Danielle Tuesday was another day that Danielle did not have anything planned. She quietly ate breakfast as her mother told her sister about her last night’s accident. Nothing was private any more she thought. Emily felt genuinely bad for Danielle, but figured that since she actually did pee her pullup that this might be necessary instead of just an overreaction. At about 10, Danielle asked her mom if she could go on a run. Thinking about how this would work out, they figured out a system to allow it to happen. She would be allowed to run as long as she wore her GPS watch to ensure that she did not take any unauthorized bathroom breaks along the way. Otherwise, there was not problem to running Annie felt, and the running could do her daughter well. Elated, Danielle rushed back to her room. This would be the first time she would be allowed to cover her humiliating, infantile undergarments. Her first pair of running shorts were a white pair. Though they covered her pullups, the purple shown through and anybody would notice them underneath. Next, she chose the black pair, though they were a little bit shorter, they still covered it up mostly. There was a slight bulge, and the top of her pullup rose about a quarter inch above her shorts, but as long as she wore a shirt nobody would be able to tell. She settled on this one. After a quick check which of course yielded nothing, she was on her way. Though it did not work out at Washington State and she would not be running at Western, she still ran as a way to clear her heads. There is no better place in the world to run besides Bellingham she thought, as she took off down the beautiful trails. Even though the pullup she had on slightly brought her legs further apart, for just a moment she was able to pretend that she was not a 19 year old girl going through a toddler’s right of passage. Instead, she got to be a 19 year old girl again. The nature cleared her mind and for the first time in over a day she felt as though she was thinking clearly. After 3 miles she turned around, she only wanted to do 6 miles because she was afraid that she might chafe. Home that day was a success. Danielle made it to the bathroom 4 times easily, and earned a sticker each time. Admiring her success, she felt that the four gold stars across the top of her pullup made her like a General. General Pottytime! Nothing could stop her. Every single check came across bone dry, and though the praise was for something so normal, she was loving the praise and attention. Both her mom and her sister were just so affectionate and acting so juiced every time she made it. Though she would not admit it, she loved it every time they congratulated her. That night as she crawled into bed, she fell asleep with a big smile. XII. Delivery Day Danielle successfully woke up and used the potty that night, with her mother’s supervision of course. The next morning, she got to experience the joys of ending a successful day. She got to take off her old bone dry pullup and put her new one on. Oh the simple joys of freedom! Then, the satisfaction of writing a big “0” right in the Tuesday slot was amazing. That was not even hard yesterday she thought. Just 5 more days! At breakfast Annie had big news for her, she was getting an important delivery today. Naively her mind wondered what it could be, maybe more running gear, or clothes or something else nice. Little did she know that her second guess was sort of right. The UPS truck pulled up at around 11am. Danielle had just come back from her run, and was about to hop in the shower. The doorbell startled and excited her. From her vantage point upstairs she saw her mother bring in a pretty big, non-descript box. Realizing that she should get a hold of herself, she hopped in the shower. In the shower she daydreamt, perhaps it was a new computer, the box was certainly big enough to hold that. While showering, her mom came in and said, “After your done sweetie, meet me in your room, I have to show you your delivery.” Excitedly she cut her shower short, dried off and got back into dresscode. She rushed over to her room, and there over the big box was her mom. Danielle grabbed a pair of scissors and cut through the tape that held together the box, disappointment met her. On that first day, her mom did plenty of research and found baby-like adult diapers with massive wetness capabilities. They came in so many cute designs, and would absolutely fit her daughter. She could not decide which one Danielle might like best, so she bought the mixed pack of 80 just in case. Watching her daughter open the box, she knew that she would get a rise out of her. “So these are the real diapers? They are huge! There’s no way I will ever wear one! I cannot possibly hide these under clothes! Why did you do this, why are there so many?!?” Danielle exclaimed. “Well, you never know how your training is going to go, so I bought these just in case, also the designs are fun and if you have to go back to wearing them that means you need all the protection you can get. Also remember, if you wash out of training you have to finish this whole case before you get to try again.” Danielle quietly determined it was never, ever going to come down to that. Those would just live in her mother’s room until she got tired of this whole threat. In a huff, Danielle did not interact with her mother for the rest of the day except for when her mother came over for checks. For all bathroom needs she just went with Emily, who though not as effusive in her praise, was still willing to go with her. In fact, going with Emily felt more normal, like it was something that she used to do long ago in a time she did not remember quite well. Emily, though weirded out by it all, was kind of enjoying it as well. She could not help but think about how cute her sister looked in the pullup, and how her sister was enjoying all of the attention lavished on her. It was fun having her sister have to rely on her again for once, and it was fun to help her out, but she also could not help but feel a little bit jealous too.
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