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1 Max awoke with a start. For a moment—like anyone just waking—she didn’t know why. Then the familiar pressure settled in, gentle but unmistakable. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, which sparked a small, hopeful feeling. She could make it this time.She pushed herself upright and reached for her glasses, patting the nightstand until her fingers closed around the frames. Once they were perched on her nose, she felt steadier. Finding the light switch took longer. It was farther from the door than she ever remembered, and by the time the room finally brightened, the urgency had sharpened.Still, she was up. That counted for something.Max cracked her bedroom door—and froze. The hallway light was off. It wasn’t supposed to be. It was always left on, just in case. Her heart sank, but she didn’t turn back. Turning back would only make everything worse, and she knew it. Drawing a slow breath, she eased into the hallway, letting the weak glow from her room guide her. She held the door open as long as she could, memorizing where she thought the switch would be.Then she let go. Darkness swallowed the hall. The door clicked shut behind her, and for a heartbeat she felt completely lost, as if the house had rearranged itself while she slept. She shuffled forward with her arms out, moving faster than she meant to—part nerves, part necessity. Her hand struck the wall. Relief surged. She fumbled along it, panic creeping higher, until—there. The switch. Light flooded the hallway. Max ran. Each step brought her closer and made things harder at the same time. She didn’t slow until she nearly collided with the bathroom door, gasping as she caught herself. One last burst of determination carried her inside. She had made it. Just a few more seconds. She moved on instinct—lid up, pajamas down—and then realized her mistake. “No—” The sound barely escaped her. She had forgotten the last step. Hands shaking, she tried to fix it, but there wasn’t time. Frustration tipped into tears as she lost the struggle she’d been fighting all night. Max woke again just before her alarm, as she sometimes did. She lay still, staring at the ceiling, already knowing. The memory of the night made her stomach twist. “Stupid diapers,” she muttered. Being wet always put her in a bad mood, though it never lasted long. By the time the alarm finally sounded, irritation had replaced embarrassment, and she silenced it with a practiced tap. A few minutes later, there was a knock. “Rise and shine, Max. Time to get up.” Her mom didn’t wait for an answer before opening the door. “Oh—you’re already awake. Did you sleep okay?” Max rolled onto her side, avoiding eye contact. “I guess.” Without needing to be told, she pushed the covers back. Her mom checked quickly, gently, and sighed. “Aww, honey. Another accident?” “I was really close,” Max said, the words tumbling out. “I got to the bathroom, but the light was off, and I couldn’t—” “I know,” her mom said, not quite listening. “You’ll get there eventually.” “If you just didn’t make me wear these—” “Max.” Her mom’s tone was calm but firm. “We’ve talked about this.” “Why can’t I at least wear pull-ups at night?” Her mom shook her head. “Pull-ups won’t hold, you know that.” Max clenched her jaw. It had been months since the last time she’d had a messy accident, yet her mom still brought it up. It never seemed to matter how long it had been. “Let’s not start the day with a fight,” her mom said gently. “Once the accidents stop, we’ll talk about changes, okay?” Max knew better than to argue. She pouted instead, which earned her a kiss on the forehead. “Come on. Breakfast is ready.” Her pajamas were pulled back into place, and her mom took her hand, leading her down the hall. In the morning light, it looked much shorter than it had during the night. Max glanced at the bathroom door as they passed it, hopeful for just a second. They kept walking. She sighed. Being wet meant no chances were taken—and no change until after breakfast. 2 As soon as she had finished her breakfast, Max couldn’t excuse herself quickly enough. She waddled into the kitchen away from her sister, and was once again taken by the hand, despite objection, and led away up the stairs. Ally, meanwhile, made her own way upstairs to get ready in her own time. Max didn’t like being led around; it was as though her mom didn’t trust her to go where she was told, and she certainly didn’t like having her diaper changed. It wasn’t even as if she had anything hard to do; on a morning she only needed to change out of her diaper, but she knew that her mom wouldn’t trust her to do it. At least Ally hadn’t been around to see her objecting; protesting that you shouldn’t have to wear diapers to bed made for a pretty embarrassing display while you were still wearing a wet one… Her protests went unheard though, just as they always did, and Max was already halfway through being changed before she got tired and gave up. She had been sitting on her bed while her mom had been cleaning her up, but now that she was through being awkward she decided to lie down to make things easier. It didn’t take very long, and upon completion her mom left Max to get ready for school on her own, taking the wet diaper to the trash with her (nothing to do with Max’s diapers was kept in her room). Max was glad for the brief moment alone, and even after she was finished getting ready for school she made sure to wait as long as possible before going back downstairs. In the end it wasn’t too long, because there was no sense in making herself late, which would only get her into trouble at school. Nevertheless, when she re-entered the kitchen both her mother and her sister were already waiting to go. “It’s about time, Max, you’re gonna make us late!” chimed Ally. “Sorry, I was just getting ready. But we can go now.” “One second, dear, you can’t go anywhere just yet,” her mother said, reaching into a bag on the side of the kitchen table. “But Mom, I don’t want us to be late!” “Nonsense. It’ll only take a minute, and you know you can’t go without it.” Max sighed. She knew what was coming, and she knew it was pointless to try talking her mother out of it. She just wished Ally wasn’t there. “Come on, hop on over,” she called, holding open a disposable pull-up. Reluctantly, Max walked towards the table and lowered her panties, which earned a definite frown and a grumble from her mother. Max knew she wasn’t supposed to put panties on before school; she needed her pull-ups. Rather ashamedly, she kicked away the underwear and stepped into the pull-up, holding her skirt so that her mother could pull the garment up to her daughter’s waist, making it snug. “There you go, Max. Now turn around and I’ll put two spares into your bag just in case.” Max complied and turned around, releasing her skirt so that it fell into place, covering her secret. Unfortunately, she was now facing Ally, who in turn was staring right at her. Beet red, Max lowered her head in an attempt to escape her sister’s attention, but it was no good; she could feel Ally’s gaze burning right into her, while her mother seemed to take forever fiddling around with the bag on her shoulders. At last, she heard the sound of a zipper closing and felt a gentle pat on her head. “All done. Now run along, girls, or you’re going to be late for school!” 3 Neither Max nor Ally said a word to each other on the way to school. This suited Max just fine, as it meant she could power-walk with her head down and blame it on the fact that they were running late. As always, she tried not to think about her embarrassing situation, but as always it forced its way to the forefront of her mind. After all this time it still wasn’t a routine for her; she just couldn’t accept it as normal. Every day felt like the first time for Max, which only served to frustrate both herself and her mother. At least I don’t have to wear those stupid baby diapers anymore, she mused; now that was embarrassing. Those silly little pictures where the tapes went… and the pull-ups were even worse, because the pictures would fade whenever she had an accident, like she wouldn’t be able to tell herself. Yes, Max was definitely glad to be out of those, even if her new “grown-up” underwear was a little bulkier. At the time she had complained about it, of course—just like she always did—saying for a good while afterward that she didn’t like the new diapers, if only to prove to her mother that she didn’t like things her way all the time. Still, she liked to think that her mom was simply being reasonable when she finally switched Max out of baby diapers, and not for the more rational reason that her daughter was just getting bigger and wetting too much…As it turned out, they weren’t late for school at all, probably due to the brisk pace at which the girls had travelled. They even had a few minutes to wind down before class, which Ally spent chatting with her friends and Max spent going to the bathroom. This was absolute routine for Max; not that her chances of having an accident were ever above zero, but going at regular intervals was a fail-safe way of ensuring her mom was never proved right. Oh, how she loved going home accident-free—it gave her something to look forward to all day. Of course, the trade-off was that if she ever did have an accident—hypothetically, of course—then going home became something to dread. Today, however, went pretty much as usual: a few close calls but no accidents. Once again, Max expected to return home to her just rewards. Arriving home also went pretty much as usual, which sadly for Max meant she didn’t get her just rewards. No matter how many times she protested that she hadn’t had an accident, her mother still subjected her to a routine diaper check every time she walked through the door. At least she didn’t have to walk home with Ally, which gave Max a chance to rush back first and avoid the embarrassment of onlookers. However, her sister had an uncanny knack for making it home before Max and was often sitting in the kitchen at the exact moment of entry. Worse still, she would sometimes wait outside so they had to enter together. Of course, their mother thought it sweet that Ally waited for her sister—a good example of sisterly love, she called it. Today was one such occasion, and as usual Ally let Max enter the house first so she wouldn’t block the line of sight between their mother and her supposedly older daughter. “Well now, how was school for my two favourite girls?” she asked almost instantly. “It was o.k.,” Max answered. Ally, meanwhile, was happy to stay silent. “And how is your—” their mother began. “I’m fine, really,” Max interjected, knowing full well what the question was going to be. “Uh-huh…” came the rather disbelieving reply. “I mean it. No problems, like always.” Max put particular emphasis on the last word, just in case her mother might finally get the point. “Well, if you did have an accident, I hope you remembered to throw away your dirty pull-up,” she said, completely ignoring everything Max had just told her. Once again, this comment stemmed from a long-past incident in which Max, on one of those rare “occasions,” had been too embarrassed to leave the school bathroom cubicle with a pull-up in her hand and had instead stashed it in her bag. She’d intended to dispose of it later, but it slipped her mind—much to the detriment of her anti-diaper efforts. By now the check was underway, with each girl sporting a very different expression. Max was understandably uncomfortable and bright red, while Ally stood transfixed for the entire procedure, her nonchalant yet sympathetic expression firmly in place. She had mastered that look well. After the pull-up check came the bag check—a very simple yet utterly degrading process of counting the pull-ups in Max’s school bag. It would have been easy for Max to use one during the day and change into a dry one before coming home. This was exactly her mother’s thinking; she didn’t doubt for a second that Max would do it if she could, hence the reason she always removed the spare pull-ups as soon as Max got home. The injustice, at least in Max’s eyes, was that it was always promptly investigated if a pull-up was missing, yet every time they were all present and correct her mother said not a word of encouragement. Max often made a point of reminding everyone that no pull-ups were missing—like always—but her mother brushed it aside as though she still didn’t believe her, or considered the dry spell a complete fluke. Another check endured. Another check passed, Max thought with fading hope. Surely this was helping her case, no matter how much her mother dismissed it. She didn’t hold her breath for any reprieve from the next step, however, as once again she was taken by the hand and led upstairs. Just once I’d like her to ask me first, Max thought as she was pulled along. Once they were out of sight, Ally allowed herself a smirk. She stood in the kitchen in the exact spot Max had occupied moments earlier and imagined their mother checking her while Max watched. “Oops! I forgot you wear panties!” she would say, feeling foolish for checking. “It’s o.k.,” Ally would reply, obediently holding her skirt high and not making a fuss like Max would. “I can see why you might forget.” Then she would deliberately turn to face her sister, directing their mother’s gaze. Max would try not to look embarrassed—but fail—feeling the combined attention of Ally and their mom while clearly seeing that Ally was wearing panties. Ally wouldn’t need to say anything more; the look would be enough. It was a good fantasy. One of several she returned to often. She knew most kids imagined embarrassing things happening to their siblings, but few ever got a taste of the real thing. Ally had more than enough. The real situations weren’t always as imaginative, but they were almost as good—sometimes better—especially when Max made things worse for herself or when Ally was surprised by scenarios she’d never even considered. Those moments, however, were the ones that brought out the real caring sister in her. She didn’t want Max to actually suffer. She had ways of balancing her guilt, not least the belief that Max partly deserved their mother’s treatment, and that their mom was simply doing what she thought was best. Ally realised she had been thinking too long and was still standing in the kitchen holding her skirt up. Anyone could have walked in. A sharp pang of guilt grounded her, and with her smirk gone she left the kitchen to do whatever she pleased. “I can do it myself, Mom…” Max argued, rather half-heartedly. “Why are you making such a fuss about it, Max? You never used to,” her mother replied, unaware that Max saw no truth in that statement. As far as Max was concerned, she had always complained—especially when expected to put up with something as menial as this. How hard was it to take off a pull-up? She knew deep down it was because her mom didn’t trust her not to keep the dry pull-up and stash it away as a spare. Max also knew, equally deep down, that she would do exactly that if she could get away with it, which only made her more annoyed. She hated it when her mom was right.At least the pull-up was dry this time, though that was hardly consolation when her mother still tugged it out from under her. Being dry meant the ritual ended there—no cleaning necessary. Her mother promptly left the room with the pull-up in hand, destined for the trash. Max hoped it would end up in the “special” bin, the separate one with the one-way lid used solely for her diapers. This was one point where Max and Ally agreed: diapers in the normal trash risked exposure. For Max, that would be mortifying. For Ally, people would assume they were hers. Neither outcome was appealing. Slipping on her panties, Max decided now was a good time to use the bathroom. She’d been holding it a little on the way home—not enough to cause trouble, but why risk it? She loved using the bathroom while wearing panties; it felt like a small affront to her mother. Using it at night or at school wasn’t the same—you only felt good for a moment before being reminded of your “protection.” When she finished, Max deliberately pulled her panties up and down several times, a luxury not permitted in diapers. Part defiance, part ritual—she needed to remind herself she could still wear them. By the time Max returned to her room, her mother was waiting, just as she’d expected. With a sigh, Max sat beside her. If her mom wanted something, resistance was usually pointless. So she waited. Her mother stood and began rummaging for something. Max knew what was coming and didn’t resist when she was laid back onto the bed. Her mother removed the panties Max had put on not ten minutes earlier and tossed them into the laundry. She wasn’t angry—if anything, she indulged Max from time to time, futile though it was. Max considered making a fuss. Normally she would have, but last night’s minor indiscretion had left her with little leverage. Still, she tried. “Mom…” she began. “We’ll see, dear,” her mother replied automatically, taping the diaper into place. Max hated wearing diapers around the house more than anywhere else. The bathroom was never more than ten seconds away—why couldn’t she wear pull-ups like at school? It didn’t matter if she came home dry; she was always changed straight into a diaper with no chance given. She’d had this argument a thousand times. The answers were always the same: pull-ups cost more, diapers held bigger accidents, and she was at home so no one would see. Blah, blah, blah. The last part was the worst—Ally could always tell. Of course, her mother still held the ultimate ace card: that Max simply had accidents and needed protection, even at home. Max blamed this entirely on being forced into diapers in the first place—a perfect catch-22. She only had accidents because her mother expected them. At least things were better than before. For a long time Max hadn’t been allowed to remove her diaper herself. Having to ask just to use the bathroom felt absurd. Sometimes she felt practically forced to use them—those tapes could be tricky. And don’t get me started on not being allowed to change myself… she thought, before pushing the thought away. Max often considered voicing these thoughts. She had, many times, without success. Right now she didn’t bother. Her resolve was wearing thin. Once, she’d protested every forced diapering. Later, she learned tantrums worked better when saved for special occasions. That didn’t work either. Over time, her arguments became habit rather than conviction. The futility was sinking in. The tragic truth—one Max would never admit to herself, let alone her mother or Ally—was that she was getting used to it. 4 Max sat in her room for a while, enjoying the moment of isolation. Her mom didn’t typically like Max to wear anything over her diaper when it was just family at home—it made checks easier—so she sat at her computer desk as she was, idly playing a game and trying to relax. After a little while, she noticed a familiar feeling in her stomach. A slow, heavy pressure. She needed to poop. Max sighed softly and pushed her chair back. Not wanting to give her mother any more problems—and wanting to prove, even just once, that she could use the bathroom properly—she stood up and made her way toward the door. As she approached the bathroom, hand already reaching for the handle— Ally appeared out of nowhere. In a blur, she darted past Max, slipped inside, and slammed the door shut, the lock clicking almost instantly. “Ally! I was just about to use the bathroom—please let me in!” “Sorry, Max, but I really need to go. You’re just going to have to hold it,” Ally replied casually from the other side. Max stood there for a moment, stunned. Then the pressure in her stomach shifted, reminding her this wasn’t something she could ignore. Frustrated, and now feeling a bit desperate, she turned and slowly made her way back to her room. When she got inside, she shut the door behind her and started toward her desk—but suddenly a sharp cramp hit her stomach, hard enough to make her stop and squat down where she stood. “No, no, no… I can’t have an accident right now. I can hold it,” she whispered to herself. She had to. She needed to. She wanted to prove she could be better—that she didn’t need these stupid diapers. She focused on clenching, on holding everything in— So much so that she didn’t notice the warmth spreading at the front of her diaper. It took her a second. Then her eyes widened. Realizing what was happening, she quickly reached down, pressing against the front of her diaper in a desperate attempt to stop it—but the sudden movement broke her concentration. Her body betrayed her in an instant. With a forceful push, she felt the unmistakable pressure shift. “No—!” It was too late. She could feel it starting, the heavy, inevitable movement pushing into the back of her diaper. The padding gave way, swelling outward as it filled, pressing against her as the accident she’d been fighting all day finally took over. Her resistance broke. Max froze, breath hitching, as her body finished what it had started. When it was over, she stayed there for a moment, unmoving. Then slowly, reluctantly, she stood up. She turned toward her mirror. The front of her diaper was stained a dull yellow, no longer the clean white it had been before. The back was swollen, bulging out noticeably beneath her, the shape impossible to ignore. Max reached around and pressed her hand against it, feeling the fullness. She cringed. A mix of frustration, embarrassment, and something else she didn’t want to think about twisted in her chest. She didn’t want to leave her room. Not yet. Not to face her mom. Not to explain. So instead, she went back to her desk and sat down. As she settled into her chair, she shifted slightly, feeling the uncomfortable weight and softness of her diaper. It annoyed her at first—the way it pressed and moved—but after a few minutes, her body adjusted, and the feeling dulled into something more bearable. The smell slowly began to fill the room. Max wrinkled her nose faintly, but didn’t move. Strangely, despite everything, she wasn’t entirely displeased with how it felt. The thought caught her off guard. Confused, she shook her head and forced her attention back to the game in front of her. About thirty minutes later, there was a knock at her door. Before she could respond, it opened, and her mother stepped inside. Max glanced up. Her mom paused almost immediately, her nose scrunching slightly as the smell reached her. Without saying anything at first, she walked over behind Max’s chair and gently pulled the back of the diaper away, looking inside. Max’s face burned. “Mom, I swear—I was headed to the bathroom, but Ally—” “Max, don’t blame your sister for your accident. You could have held it.” Max’s face turned a deeper shade of red, embarrassment mixing with frustration. She had tried. She was trying. But her mom wasn’t listening. She never was. Without another word, her mom guided her to the bed and had her lie down, beginning the familiar process of cleaning her up. “Max,” she said after a moment, her tone calm but firm, “I’m a bit disappointed. You haven’t had a messy accident like this in a while. I think it’s best if you wear diapers for a while, and if you can stay clean, we can try pull-ups again later.” “Mom, that’s not fair!” Max protested, her voice rising slightly. “Max, that’s enough. You didn’t even come ask for a change, so this decision is final.” Max opened her mouth to argue, but nothing came out. She didn’t have anything left to defend herself with. So she stayed quiet. Her mom finished taping on a fresh diaper and stood up. “Dinner’s ready.” Max sat up slowly, still flushed, still annoyed, and followed her out of the room. With each step, her diaper crinkled loudly, the sound making her feel smaller and smaller. Maybe she’s right… Max thought reluctantly. Maybe diapers are for the best… When they entered the kitchen, Ally was already sitting at the table. Her eyes immediately went to Max. She watched as Max walked in, her fresh diaper clearly visible, and then glanced toward their mom as she dropped the used one into the trash. “You couldn’t hold it for ten more minutes, huh?” Ally teased, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “Ally, be nice, or I’ll put you in a diaper too,” their mother said firmly. Max didn’t look up. She kept her head down as she sat and began eating, avoiding both of them. 5 After Max had finished dinner, she decided to retreat to her room for the night. Being a Friday meant everyone would be up late doing their own thing, so she had time to relax alone without interruption from her mom or sister. Now alone, she lay back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, replaying the day in her head. How could I have been so careless? she thought. It’s not my fault, though. Ally shouldn’t have done that. She wrestled with the thoughts for a while, but deep down, the question lingered. Why couldn’t she hold it? Maybe she really did need the diapers. Max groaned softly and rolled onto her side. Enough of that. She didn’t want to spend her whole night feeling sorry for herself. Sitting up, she thought about what to do next. As she did, she felt the familiar need to pee again—but she ignored it. Instead, she got up and headed down the hall to the game room. When she walked in, she saw Ally sitting on the floor, playing Mario Kart. “Can I join?” Max asked. “Sure,” Ally replied with a smirk. “If you want to lose.” “You’re on,” Max shot back, walking over and sitting down beside her. They started racing. As the maps went by, the pressure in Max’s bladder steadily grew stronger. She shifted slightly, trying to ignore it. She didn’t want to stop—not when she was doing well. Across from her, Ally noticed. Max was fidgeting. Ally tilted her head slightly, watching. She didn’t understand why her sister didn’t just… go. It wasn’t like Max had to worry about stopping. For some reason, that thought made Ally feel a little jealous. A moment later, she realized she needed to pee too. She shifted where she sat, trying to ignore it. Just a few moments later, Ally managed to pass Max and take the lead, with only one lap left. “Yes!” Ally squealed, clenching slightly in excitement— And accidentally let out a small leak. Her eyes widened. She froze for a second, then subtly checked beneath her. A small damp spot had formed on the floor. Panic flickered in her chest. She still really needed to go—but the final lap had already started. As they raced, Ally glanced over again. Max had stopped fidgeting. A faint, unmistakable sound reached her ears. Ally blinked. Max was peeing in her diaper. Just… letting it happen while she focused on the race. For a moment, Ally just stared, surprised. Then she snapped her attention back to the screen. No way was she losing now. They neared the finish. Ally leaned forward, completely focused, forgetting entirely about her own bladder— And just barely passed Max at the last second. “I win! Take that, Max!” she shouted, throwing her arms up in victory. And then— It happened. Her body gave in. Warmth spread instantly as she began to wet her pajamas, the small leak turning into something much bigger. She froze as it pooled beneath her, the damp spot growing into a full puddle on the floor. Max didn’t seem to notice. “Let’s go again,” Max said quickly, clearly not taking the loss well. Ally hesitated for a split second, terrified to move—but then nodded. “O-okay.” She stayed exactly where she was. As the next race started, Max shifted slightly. Now it wasn’t her bladder. Dinner was catching up to her. Her stomach tightened. She frowned, trying to ignore it. There was no way she could have another accident. Not today. Not after everything. But she also wasn’t about to lose again. Max tried to relieve some pressure, hoping it would pass. Big mistake. Her eyes widened. She felt it immediately—the unmistakable weight pressing into the back of her diaper. “No…” Too late. Ally noticed the smell first. Her nose wrinkled as she slowly turned her head. Her eyes dropped. Max’s diaper was pushing out and bulging in the back. Ally blinked, watching as it expanded. “Oh…” Moments later, their mother walked into the room. “Girls, it’s time fo—” She stopped mid-sentence, sniffing the air. Her gaze shifted. Then locked onto Max. Max froze, her face instantly turning red as she looked away. Without a word, her mom walked over and pulled at the back of Max’s diaper, checking. “Max… this is the second time today.” Her tone was calm, but firm. “If you’re not going to even try to use the bathroom, then you can’t be trusted out of diapers. That means no pull-ups—even outside the house.” “That’s not fair—” Max started. Her mom gave her a look. Silence. Max’s shoulders slumped. “Ally, sweetie, go grab Max’s changing supplies and a diaper.” Ally’s stomach dropped. She slowly began to stand— And immediately, it was obvious. The wetness. The puddle. The soaked pajamas. Her mom sighed. “Oh, Ally… not you too. You wet your pants?” Ally froze. “You know what? Go grab a diaper. You’re getting one too.” “Mom, that’s not fair! Max is the only one who—” “I said I’m not in the mood for back talk.” Ally shut up immediately. A few minutes later, she returned with the supplies. Their mom changed Max first, quickly and efficiently, before turning to Ally and putting a diaper on her as well. “Both of you—bedtime.” Once their mom left, Max looked over at her sister. A small, bitter smirk crossed her face. “Ha. You wet your pants.” Ally shot her a look. “At least I didn’t poop mine.” Max’s smirk vanished. Ally turned and walked off toward her room. Max sat there for a moment, annoyed, knowing her sister was technically right. Then she got up and headed back to her own room. She climbed into bed without another word, pulling the covers over herself. It didn’t take long before she drifted off to sleep. 6 Max woke up early that morning. As she fumbled for her glasses and put them on, she glanced at the clock. 6:07 a.m. Knowing everyone else would still be asleep for at least another hour or two, she decided to go downstairs and watch some TV. As she slid out of bed, she could feel her diaper sag heavily between her legs. Wet. As usual, she thought, trying not to dwell on it. She made her way downstairs and settled onto the couch, flipping on the TV and letting cartoons fill the quiet house. For a little while, it was peaceful. Normal, almost. About an hour later, she heard footsteps. Ally walked into the room. Max glanced over—and paused. Her sister’s pajamas were bulging slightly. Max blinked. That was… new. She couldn’t remember a single time Ally had ever wet the bed. “Uh, Ally… did you—” "Yes,” Ally cut her off quickly. “And I don’t want to talk about it.” Max raised her eyebrows slightly but didn’t push it. She turned back to the TV. Huh… A small, strange feeling crept into her chest. Not quite satisfaction. Not quite relief. But something close. Ally sat on the opposite end of the couch, pulling a blanket over herself. Beneath it, she hesitantly reached down, feeling the bulk of her diaper. It was different. She shifted slightly, testing it. It wasn’t… awful. That thought stuck with her. Their mom walked in not long after. Her eyes went straight to Max. Without hesitation, she stepped over and checked her diaper, pressing lightly against the front. “Yep… soaked,” she said matter-of-factly. “Come on, hun, let’s get that changed.” Max sighed quietly but stood up. As she followed her mom out of the room, she hesitated for just a second—then glanced back. “…Ally’s still wearing one,” she said. Her mom paused. “Oh—right. Thank you.” Max didn’t say anything else, but as she turned away, she couldn’t help the small flicker of something in her chest again. Now it’s not just me… In the bathroom, Max climbed up onto the counter without being asked, lying back as her mom got to work. She stared up at the ceiling while the familiar routine began. Cold wipes. Careful movements. The crinkle of plastic. Usually, she hated this part more than anything. But today… Her thoughts kept drifting. Ally wet the bed… She’s wearing one too… Max shifted slightly as her mom worked, her cheeks faintly pink—not from embarrassment this time, but something else she didn’t want to name. “Hold still,” her mom said gently, adjusting her. Max obeyed. “Mom…” she started, a little more confidently than usual. “Mm?” “…Are you gonna make Ally wear one all day too?” Her mom paused for just a second. “We’ll see,” she replied simply, finishing up and taping the fresh diaper snugly into place. Max frowned slightly, not entirely satisfied with the answer—but she didn’t push. A moment later, she was helped down. “All done. Go on.” Max nodded and headed back toward the living room, her diaper crinkling softly with each step. Back in the living room, Ally sat stiffly under her blanket. Now alone, her thoughts were racing. Maybe Mom forgot… Maybe she won’t notice… She shifted slightly. Her bladder still felt full. She hadn’t gone since waking up. And… she was already wearing a diaper. Ally hesitated. Then bit her lip. What’s the harm…? Slowly, cautiously, she relaxed. Warmth spread through the already damp padding, soaking deeper this time. She exhaled softly, her shoulders relaxing. A moment later, their mom walked back in. “Ally, Max just reminded me—” She stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes dropped. Then narrowed slightly. “Oh… I see.” Ally froze. Her mom walked over and pulled the blanket back, then gently tugged her pajama bottoms down just enough to see. She reached down and pressed against the diaper. Warm. Very warm. Her expression shifted. “Ally… did you wet the bed, or did this happen just now?” Ally’s face turned bright red. "Mommy, I’m sorry… I—I wet the bed… and I just had an accident now too. I didn’t mean to…” Her mom’s expression softened. “Sweetie, it’s okay. Accidents do happen.” Ally looked up, hopeful. “But there are still consequences,” her mom added calmly. “Come on.” She took Ally by the hand and led her to the bathroom. Max was just stepping out as they entered, now in a fresh diaper. Their eyes met for a brief moment. Max tried not to stare. But she noticed. Ally saw her notice. Neither said anything. Inside, her mom untaped Ally’s diaper. It dropped into the trash with a soft, heavy plop. Ally looked away, cheeks burning. After cleaning her up, she stood there, expecting— Panties. Instead, her mom held out one of Max’s pull-ups. “I want you to wear this for a while,” she said. “Just in case. If you can stay dry for the rest of the weekend, you can go back to panties.” Ally hesitated. “…Okay, Mom.” Her voice was quiet. Defeated. As she pulled the pull-up on, she felt something shift inside her. She had always been the one who didn’t need this. The one who was above it. And now… She stepped out of the bathroom. Max was still nearby. In a diaper. Ally glanced at her—really looked this time. At least I’m not in one of those… The thought came quickly. Automatically. But it didn’t feel quite as strong as it used to. She frowned slightly. …But would it really be that bad? Their mom had already moved on, heading back into the house. Ally followed slowly, unsure what to do next. The day suddenly felt very different.

We're sisters, I'm pregnant. The father is not around for whatever reason, maybe he's in the military maybe he died, maybe he just ditched me because he's dumb. It doesn't much matter to me because I wanted kids and I'm successful enough in business to support myself. You're my younger sister and our parents passed away recently leaving me to look after you. Over the course of the first month or so I notice you're not quite as responsible as I thought and on top of that you're having issues with your bladder control. You thought you were hiding it pretty well but I'm more observant than you seem to think. ( This is just kind of a frame work, if you don't like the idea of being sisters you could be my friend or some random young woman I hire to be the nanny up to you. open to any suggested changes.)

Maddie and her older sister Holly sat at the dinner table eating supper with their parents as they did every evening. As seemed usual in their home Holly liked to dominate the conversation, telling their parents about her day at school and how well she was doing in every class. "So Mum today in biology Mr Hartford said I'm on track for one of the best marks he's seen on our individual coursework" "oh that's great sweetie I'm really pleased for you" replied Mum seemingly proud of her daughter "And can you believe it in the child care course they even had these massive baby dolls and they made us show that we knew how to change a nappy, I mean why do they need to teach us how to change nappies for gods sake" "Well you never know love it might come in handy one day, maybe if you have children of your own" As Holly carried on and on Maddie found her boastfulness increasingly annoying, she had finally had enough and just couldn't help but say something.... "Jesus do you ever stop talking about yourself Holly I'm fed up with you going on and on about how amazing you are at everything" "Maddie don't be so disrespectful and rude to your sister, all she's doing is telling us about her day" "Yeah Maddie what the hell is wrong with you are you you're jealous of me or something?" "That's right Mum side with her of course she's too perfect to ever do anything wrong" "Stop being such an immature little brat Maddie, your 15 years old not 5 for god's sake, you're acting like a baby" replied Mum angrily at her daughters immaturity With that Maddie ran off up to her room in floods of tears, feeling utterly worthless and inferior at how her life was compared to her sister. 18 year old Holly had always been seen by everyone as the perfect girl, regularly achieving higher grades than Maddie and having a much larger group of friends thanks to her good looks and outgoing personality. But Maddie didn't see it this way, to her she saw Holly as boastful and full of herself, always going on about how she had done this or done that. Maddie felt fed up with living in her sisters shadow. After Maddie's little outburst, she had gone up to her room on her bed to sulk. Lying there, she felt angry at Holly's arrogant response and how Mum had even defended her. These thoughts stirred in her mind as she laid there on her bed feeling worthless and upset, and soon, despite it only being 6:30pm she drifted off to sleep.. She awoke a few hours later needing to pee, looking at the clock she was shocked to see it was now 2am and that she had slept through the whole evening. Due to it now being so late, everyone else had gone to bed. She got up and quietly made her way to the bathroom. As she walked past her sisters room, she noticed her door was slightly open and she could hear Holly was asleep. She thought about the evenings events and how much she hated her big sister when suddenly an idea popped into her head. Part of her was saying it was a mean, nasty thing to even think about doing......the other part of her remembered what had happened earlier in the evening, and how much hatred she currently felt towards Holly.... She quietly went downstairs to the kitchen and got a large plastic bowl, which she then filled with warm water from the kitchen tap. Maddie then made her way back upstairs and very slowly snuck into her sisters bedroom, observing that Holly appeared to be in quite a deep sleep. She put the bowl down next to her bed and gently lifted Holly's hand, being careful not to wake her, and placed it in the warm water. She stood and waited........ after about 2 minutes she was about to give up, having convinced herself it was a stupid idea that would never work, when all of a sudden she thought she could hear a faint noise......... She listened closely as she began hearing a hissing sound from under the sheets which got increasingly louder.... Gently lifting the duvet, her jaw dropped. She saw that Holly's pyjamas were now soaking wet and her bed was soaked. She couldn't believe it, her trick had actually worked. She had somehow made big mature Holly pee her bed like a baby. “Now who's acting like the baby, not quite so perfect now are you” Maddie thought to herself. She left the room with a massive grin on her face not quite able to believe that she had just somehow made her 18 year old sister have a bedwetting accident. She now couldn't wait for the morning to come around... As Holly woke up the next morning something felt strange, as she shifted in bed she realised something wasn't right.... Around her bum felt cold and uncomfortable, as she put her hand under the covers she realised her pyjamas, underwear and bed were all soaking wet... "what the fuck" she said out loud to herself She pulled back the covers and stood up. Feeling around her butt and across the front of her pyjamas she felt disgusting, as she came to the realisation of what had happened-that she had wet the bed "No, I can't have! how the hell did this happen?" a frustrated and upset Holly asked herself Examining her bed she realised there was no hiding the massive wet patch and that she would have to quickly take her sheets and pyjamas down to the washing machine if she didn't want anyone finding out. As Holly was about to do this Mum walked into her bedroom...... "Is everything alright Holly I heard you shouti....." Mum was cut off as she noticed her daughter's soaking wet pyjamas "Oh my gosh what happened sweetie" "I uuuuu don't know Mum, I woke up like this this morning" said an obviously upset Holly "Oh dear it looks like you had a bit of an accident love don't worry, we'll get this all cleaned up" Holly broke down in tears Maddie woke up and could hear a commotion from her sisters room. She got up and went to her sisters room, hearing her Mum’s voice from inside. She barged the door open finding Holly stood crying wearing soaking wet pyjamas, Mum was trying to console her. “"oh my god Holly you didn't pee the bed did you? I didn't know you were still a baby” “Get the hell out of my room” scowled her angry and upset sister “Please can you go out of the room Maddie and let us sort this” asked Mum “"ok Mum I'll leave you to help the big bedwetter” “That's enough of that Maddie, your sisters certainly not a bedwetter, this is just a one off thing as she's probably just got a virus or something” Maddie felt really pleased that she had managed to humiliate her usually perfect sister as she went off to get ready for school. Holly was rather quiet come breakfast time. Maddie held herself back from sniggering, knowing Holly wasn't in the mood. The day went by without incident, Holly tried to put the accident to the back of her mind, convincing herself that it was just a freak occurrence that would soon be forgotten. Maddie however, had got too much satisfaction from Holly's embarrassment to leave it at that.... That night Maddie stayed up late, yet again sneaking into Holly's room. This time within just 30 seconds of Holly's hand being placed in the warm water, the 18 year old began soaking her bed for the second night in a row. She couldn’t believe how easily it seemed to work on her sister at her age. In the morning, again she heard talking from in her sisters room as Mum had gone in to wake her up her oldest daughter finding her upset yet again over a wet bed.... This time instead of barging into Holly's room she stood outside with her head against the door and listened in. “"honey don't worry we’ll book you a doctors appointment today to find out what's going on” “Ok Mum but can we get this cleaned up quickly I really don't want Maddie to find out I did this again” “"yes ok sweetie, can you just take your wet sheets downstairs and put them in the machine for me before you get ready?" "Uuum yea ok" said a blushing and upset Holly With that Holly quickly made her way downstairs to the utility room and put her wet stuff in the washing machine Maddie stood back around the corner so that she couldn't be seen as she watched her pretty older sister go downstairs carrying her wet sheets, still wearing her pee soaked pyjamas which were clinging to her well toned butt. Maddie went downstairs only a few moments later, timing it perfectly to catch Holly trying to hide the evidence of her second bedwetting accident in a row. Holly looked shocked to see Maddie "Morning Holly, hey, how come you're doing laundry I've never seen you do laundry in the morning" questioned Maddie hoping to embarrass her big sister "Uuuuuuu" caught off guard Holly stuttered not knowing what to say "Oh my god you didn't wet the bed again did you?" Maddie saw her sisters face turn bright red "Uuuuummm no I just spilt a drink" Maddie walked up to Holly and pulled the sheets out of the washing machine "Eeeeewww they stink of pee oh my god you actually wet the bed again. And look at your pyjamas they're soaked that's freaking disgusting" Holly felt totally embarrassed having her little sister catch her trying to hide her the evidence of her bedwetting accident, all whilst still wearing her pee soaked pyjamas. "Maddie just shut up and go away, like I said its only because I've got a virus or something so don't even think of telling anyone about this" "Sorry Holly, I was only joking I didn't really mean it, I hope you get better soon". Maddie lied through her teeth, pretending to show some concern for her big sister. Inside she was loving every second of having something like this over Holly. Mum was shocked that her usually mature daughter had suddenly now done this not just once, but two nights in a row. It was that last thing she had ever expected from Holly, especially now that she was a second year college student . She feared that if it kept on happening any more that Holly's mattress would be ruined and may begin to smell.... Maddie had made her mind up that she would do it for another night as she was enjoying having a feeling of control over Holly for the first time in her life...... It was somehow making her feel much better about herself. That night, Sneaking into Holly's room at 1am, seeing her sister was sound asleep she lifted her hand into the bowl of water. Just a she placed her sister's hand in the water Holly began moving and lifted her hand. Maddie completely froze on the spot praying to god Holly hadn't woken up. She soon realised Holly was just moving in her sleep as she saw her roll onto her side.... As Holly turned thought her bed seemed unusually loud and kind of like it was rustling which intrigued Maddie. Upon feeling the corner of the bed she found that Holly was believe it or not sleeping on a rubber plastic sheet.... She couldn't hold back a smile at this finding. Her 18 year old college aged sister couldn't currently be trusted to have just a normal sheet on her bed like anyone else her age. She now had a crinkly plastic sheet on her bed, something you would normally associate with small children and toddlers that couldn't yet control their bladders and we're still not out of nappies. "Well well, you may get higher grades and be more popular than me but I'm not the one sleeping on a mattress protector at the age of 18" Maddie thought whilst chuckling to herself. After finding out about Holly's new bed sheet, it made her more determined to make her wet her bed again. For the second time that night she placed her older sisters hand in the bowl.... Sure enough after about a minute of Holly's hand being placed in the water, Maddie heard a trickling noise as her sisters bladder began emptying it contents, again leaving her nice and wet for when she woke up..... The next morning Maddie decided to and Holly were sat at breakfast, now both ready for school Maddie broke the silence “So did you manage to stay dry last night or did you have another accident” “"firstly Maddie don't talk to me like I'm some little kid, don't forget I'm 3 years older than you. And secondly no it didn't happen again, it was like Mum said, probably just a virus or something I ate which I'm over ok so don't ever mention it again” “Well I hope it doesn't happen again Holly, let's hope you stay dry tonight again” “"just shut up Maddie and stop being so fucking condescending I'm not a kid, just cos your jealous of me being better looking and more popular than you, my god you better not even dare to mention this to anyone ever” Her sisters words had hurt her deeply, but Maddie tried to think positively. She loved this feeling of having something like this on her sister and could see just how much Holly was struggling to deal with it. She laughed in her head at the thought of the crinkly plastic sheet her big sister now had on her bed, which instantly made her feel better, imagining if only Holly's friends knew what their popular classmate now slept on.... After the nasty way Holly had just spoken to her, Maddie decided it would be fair payment to keep going with the hand in warm water prank. She continued it for the next 3 nights. Each time, the gorgeous college girl had been distraught to wake up finding that she had wet the bed yet again, which she desperately, desperately tried to keep from Maddie. She had got better at hiding her accidents, which in her mind she thought she had managed to keep hidden from her younger sister. At breakfast, Maddie, knowing full well that Holly had now wet the bed 6 nights in a row, played innocent and questioned Holly....... "So Holly have you had anymore nighttime accidents since the other day" "Was I not clear when I told you to never mention that again Maddie, and the answer is no because it was just a one off as I was unwell, which I'm over now so stop being such a condescending little brat have you got that ?" "God you don't need to be such a bitch about it I was just asking" "Well don't ! , stop speaking to me like I'm some kid ok. I get it you've always been jealous of me cos I'm better than you at everything, and a couple of accidents changes nothing wart fingers" Maddie hated when her sister called her that. Ever since she was young she'd had trouble with warts on her hands, mainly on her fingers. Holly had off and on used that name when ever she felt like being mean and belittling to Maddie. Her words showed her sister's true inner spite. Maddie could tell the bedwetting was really getting to Holly for her to have said this as she was never usually this unhappy and bad tempered. Mum was now in total disbelief that her eldest daughter had suddenly now out of nowhere managed to wet her bed 6 nights in a row. The doctor had even said there was no obvious reason for the accidents and that hopefully it would just pass. She spoke to Holly about it before she had left for college, and explained that her bedding and pyjamas were being completely ruined and that her room would soon start smelling of pee, which Maddie would surely eventually notice. Holly tried to avoid the conversation as it was something she couldn't quite believe she was having to discuss with her mother at her age. After a short talk Mum said that she would speak to her further about it later on that night. Whilst at college Holly struggled to focus on her classes, she tried to put the inevitable embarrassing talk she would have with her mother out of her mind, she felt like some little kid that was going to be to told off for wetting the bed, except she was no longer a little kid, but a mature, beautiful and intelligent 18 year old college student, looking to get the grades that would get her a place for next year at one of the top universities in the country. The accidents were really, really starting to bother her the longer they went on. A couple of her friends even asked her what was up as they thought she hadn't been acting herself the last few days. She certainly had no intention of telling them what was up. Holly felt as if she'd literally rather die than any of them find out she had been wetting the bed. That evening... It was 10pm and the family were all sat in the lounge either watching tv or sat using an ipad as they usually did of an evening. Mum disappeared upstairs, and just a couple of minutes after, Holly did as well which Maddie thought was a little strange... Maddie decided to creep upstairs to see why they had both gone up there. Just as she was near the top of the stairs she saw Mum come out of her bedroom and go into Holly's room. She noticed she had a bag with her. Mum hadn't seen her as the area where the stairs were was dark. Maddie then crept up to her big sisters door and listened in.... "Mum please no!" "I'm sorry darling but this is the only solution, I'm not taking no for an answer, if you put up a fight you'll risk Maddie hearing what's going on so I suggest you just lie back and let me get on with it" Knowing that putting up a fight would risk her sister hearing, Holly realised she had no choice and gave in..... “"just lie back on the bed love and let me do it” “Mum please can’t I do it this is really embarrassing” "Surely not" Maddie thought as she excitedly listened in..... She could hear a lot of rustling “No sweetie because it needs to be taped on properly so it doesn't leak onto the bed” "No freaking way" though Maddie This comment had brought a massive, massive grin to Maddie’s face as she knew it could now only mean one thing; nappies, Mum had clearly become fed up with Holly continuing to soak her bed and had obviously decided there was now only one solution, to put Holly back in nappies. Her usually confident, beautiful and popular college aged sister had now been reduced to being changed for bed like a baby. All because of Maddie's cruel trick. She couldn't believe she had managed this in just 6 days! Her older sister wearing nappies would literally be beyond her wildest dreams. She imagined how devastating this would be for Holly at her age. It hadn't even crossed her mind that Mum would do this to her big sister. The plastic sheet was like all her Christmases had come at once, but Holly being back in nappies like a baby would be beyond the most amazing thing she could possibly ask for. To Maddie, this really was absolutely perfect, she couldn't of asked for a better outcome, she knew that all she needed to do now was make sure that Holly's first night in a nappy didn't end dry. “"fine just hurry up in case Maddie comes upstairs. I really don’t want her finding out” After a bit more rustling and taping it sounded like Mum had finished the job of changing her oldest daughter into her first nappy since she was 2. “"ok darling, it's all taped up now, if you want to stand up and see how it feels” Holly slowly got up and began feeling her new underwear... “"Mum it's sooo thick....I can't wear this or Maddie will notice. It's so loud when I walk” “"it isn't as loud as you think love, put your pyjamas on and I bet no one could even tell you're wearing it” Holly put on her pyjama pants, pulling them up she struggled to get them over the bulkiness of the nappy. She had to kind of stick her bum out and wriggle from side to side to get them up fully. “see there we go sweetie it's completely hidden under those” "Can't you get me something thinner to wear Mum?" "Sorry sweetie but judging by how wet your bed has been most mornings, anything thinner would risk it leaking onto the bed and ruining your bedding" “"I can hear it crinkling every time I move though" said a clearly upset Holly “Trust me Holly no one will notice. It's just a temporary thing love I'm sure. If the problem passes which I'm sure it will and you stay dry for a few nights then you can stop wearing them" Maddie couldn’t help but snigger "A few nights hey, we'll see about that Holly" now feeling over the moon She quickly moved off back downstairs before she was seen. There was no going back now. This whole situation was music to her ears hearing how humiliated Holly was feeling Normally Holly's concerns would be whether her make-up looked right or her hair was ok- but not tonight. Her only concern tonight was about whether the thick nappy she had been forced to wear to bed due to her heavy bedwetting, was noticeable under her cute pyjamas. After her humiliation was complete, Holly made her way across the hall and into the bathroom, feeling totally distraught and as if her life was now over. "This really can't be fucking happening" she thought to herself. 18 years old and here she was stood there having just been changed into a nappy for bed by her Mum like some un-potty trained little kid. Holly refused to accept it, she was a mature, beautiful and intelligent girl, but deep down she knew that after the events of the last 6 nights, the truth of it was that she was actually in dire need of the extra absorbent adult sized nappy that was now tightly strapped around her butt. So many thoughts went through her head-what would her friends think? How could she ever keep this hidden from Maddie? She couldn't even contemplate her life if she ever found out about this. As she walked she noticed it almost felt like it made her waddle as it was so unbelievably thick it forced her legs apart. Holly locked the bathroom door, and tried to hold herself back from crying as she came to terms with her current predicament. Staring at herself in the mirror, noticing her cheeks were now glowing a deep shade of red, she started observing her butt from every angle. She could see the nappy definitely made her butt look bigger and kind of made it a weird shape.... She tried hard to convince herself that if she was careful Maddie would probably not notice, and that all she needed was to stay dry for a few nights and this whole thing would soon be a thing of the past. Mustering up the courage, Holly headed out of the bathroom and back downstairs, walking slightly hesitantly as she was so conscious of the rustling nappy. She prayed to god Maddie wouldn't notice anything was up. She sat herself down in her usual spot, thankful that Maddie had continued to stare at her ipad screen and didn't appear to have noticed anything was out of the ordinary. Maddie had opted to pretend she had no idea about Holly's predicament, keeping her head down and ignoring her sisters crinkling backside as she came in and sat down on the settee. On the inside however was a different story, Maddie felt tonight could be a massive turning point in her life. She mentally, at this moment felt as if she was no longer completely inferior to her sister. In her eyes Holly was no longer the pretty, intelligent and popular girl, what she was now was no more than an 18 year old nappy wearing bed wetter Holly felt utterly ashamed having to sit near her far younger sister whilst wearing the same underwear as a baby "why the fuck did this have to happen to me" she thought to herself The thing that worried Holly was that, God forbid this bedwetting thing didn't stop, she would have to go through this every single night, with the constant fear of her secret being found out by her younger sibling That was one thing she really, really couldn't deal with- the thought of Maddie ever finding out about this. She desperately hoped that this whole problem would be no more than a short term thing. Holly just couldn't understand how this was happening, she had never wet the bed in her life, and then out of nowhere she had now woken up to wet sheets 6 nights in a row. She convinced herself that although the doctor had said there was nothing wrong with her, that maybe she had something he hadn't picked up on like a bladder infection which would eventually pass and that the accidents would stop with that. Maddie thought back to the argument the other day. She couldn't believe just 6 days ago Holly was the perfect girl in every way, sleeping with all the best looking guys at her college, now she had been reduced to having the same bedtime routine as a baby, which involved sleeping on a plastic sheet and being changed into a disposable nappy at night by her Mum. She no longer felt in any way jealous of her big sister. Holly now had a secret that would completely ruin her if anyone ever found out and Maddie loved it. That night, lying in bed Holly couldn't sleep, she tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, unable to ignore the bulk of the thick nappy between her legs "God this stupid thing is so uncomfortable" she cursed to herself. Lying there thinking about her current situation Holly started to feel upset and overcome with emotion. She felt tears well up in her eyes, and unable to hold back, she began uncontrollably crying which made her feel even more of a baby than she was feeling already. She tried to stay as still as possible as every movement she made reminded her of her predicament by causing either the plastic sheet to rustle or her nappy to crinkle. Eventually managing to relax, Holly fell asleep, it was midnight.. Keeping herself awake, Maddie had prepared to do her cruel trick again tonight. She had debated whether she had gone too far but then remembered Holly's cruel words.. Looking at her phone, she saw it was now 1am. Quietly making her way to Holly's bedroom, hearing her sister was asleep, she gently slid her big sisters hand from under the covers and placed it in the bowl of warm water. She soon heard a hissing noise which sounded louder than usual. She knew this was because it was not the sound of Holly's pee soaking her cute knickers, but the sound of Holly's pee hitting the thick padding of her new underwear, her nappy.... "Oh dear did the little baby have an accident in her nappy" muttered Maddie unable to hold a big grin from her face as she left Holly's bedroom and went to bed herself. In the morning as Holly came around from her slumber, it took her a few moments to wake up enough to remember the embarrassing events of the past week. These thoughts made the 18 year old quickly slide her hands under the duvet and check her bedsheets for any sign of wetness, which to her surprise seemed to be dry as she felt around under her butt. She thought that maybe this would signal the end of her nighttime troubles. But........ she then became aware of something that had slipped her half-asleep mind. Her hopes where quickly dashed as she though back to the bulky nappy her mum had put on her last night. Putting her hands down the front of her pyjamas, her hopes were soon dashed. The huge bulk between her legs was warm and squishy, meaning yet again she had peed herself in her sleep. Maddie decided that there was no going back now so she continued the hand in hot water prank every night ensuring her sister would wake up to a soaking wet nappy every morning. Over the coming weeks Maddie noticed a pattern, that every night Holly and Mum would disappear upstairs at some point during the evening, on returning Holly always seemed to stay fairly still as if to avoid drawing any attention to herself. Some nights she didn't even bother coming back down, instead opting to stay in her room watching Netflix. Maddie could tell though that her sister had a nappy on as it made her butt look bigger and there was a slightly noticeable crinkling whenever she moved. It made Maddie laugh that her mature sister now had this embarrassing night time routine To Maddie seeing her sister sat there knowing full well what she was wearing under her pyjamas was just perfect. To Holly the events of the past few weeks were literally her worst nightmare, she just couldn't believe she had all of a sudden developed this humiliating problem. Trying to keep it from her friends was proving extremely difficult for her. It was having a huge effect on her normally buoyant social life. After nights out she would now always make an excuse to go home so she could avoid dealing with staying over at anyone's house. One night she actually went back to some guys house that she'd met in a nightclub. She had sex with him before keeping herself awake and waiting for him to fall asleep, at which point she got up and left. She certainly didn't want to deal with the embarrassment of wetting his bed and him telling all his mates about it, and there was no way she was going to carry around a nappy in her handbag in case she stayed at someone's house. One night Maddie went in to Holly's room to do the hot water prank, she was a little later this time. She wanted to see it with her own eyes that she had actually reduced her college aged big sister to wearing a nappy to bed every night, so she decided to gently pull back the covers to ge Holly was on her side and Maddie could see the nappy peeking out of her pyjamas which made her smile. She gently slipped her hand down the back of her pyjamas, feeling the nappy she couldn't believe just how thick it was. Mum had clearly taken no chances when choosing Holly's new bedtime underwear, she obviously had little faith in her 18 year old daughter's ability to keep her bed dry, with good reason. She then noticed something that surprised her, the further she reached towards the bottom it seemed to get more warm, and felt kind of mushy, she realised this meant Holly had already wet her nappy, without her hand being placed in warm water. She suddenly thought, had she over the course of the last few weeks trained Holly into becoming a bedwetter, had she trained her older sisters body to pee in her sleep by making her wet herself so many times? Over the course of the next week she only did the prank once, what she did instead was go in and check Holly's nappy every night at 3am. She found that on 6 out of the 7 nights Holly had already used her nappy, and on the night she was dry at 3am that was the one night that Maddie did the prank. She couldn't believe it, she had somehow managed to turn her perfect older sister into a chronic bedwetter, that was now totally reliant on wearing a thick adult nappy to bed to prevent her soaking her sheets. This realisation brought great pleasure to Maddie, knowing it wasn't now the prank that was making Holly wet the bed each night. She no longer needed that! Her big sister was now an actual bedwetter. Maddie loved the thought that because of her cruel trick Holly was likely no closer to being out of nappies at night than a baby. In fact a baby or toddler would probably have a better chance of keeping it's bed dry. Holly was totally fed up. She had endured the embarrassment of having tests done and seeing countless specialists. All she was told was that there was nothing wrong physically and they don't know what's causing it. All she knew was that she kept having this same weird dream...... A flashback to last night... Holly was sound asleep in bed, It was like she was floating, she felt totally at ease drifting around in endless crystal clear, beautifully calm ocean water. As time passed she slowly started to fall below the surface, the lovely warmth of the water engulfing her as she gently submerged. The heat from the water felt extremely relaxing as she let her body follow the natural current of the water. A gentle voice repeated the word "relax, relax". She could then see what looked like a toilet in the distance but before even attempting to get there she felt any tension in her body disappear as she lied in the comfortable warmth of the ocean. Eventually she began to rise back to the surface of the water where she began feeling a little colder...... Still asleep, Holly hadn't so much as stirred, what the beautiful college girl had done however during her relaxed state was empty her bladder into her now, rather swollen and warm nappy. One evening Mum and Dad had gone out to eat, Maddie had observed that Mum had gone upstairs with Holly just before they left at 7:30, which she could only assume meant one thing- changing time. Meaning Holly would be spending a lot longer than usual in her nappy, and unusually the girls would be left on their own. Holly had protested about being changed at such an early time in the evening but Mum had given her no option stating that they would be back very late and that she would likely be in bed by then. Maddie had decided to invite a friend, Tara over for the evening. Tara arrived shortly after Mum and Dad had left. Holly hadn't seemed all that pleased to have someone else in the house, which to Maddie was understandable when she was 3 years younger than Holly and yet Holly was the one who was hiding a nappy under her pyjamas. Everyone was sat in the lounge, between the 3 of them they tried to pick a film to watch. Maddie and Tara wanted to watch The Hangover and Holly wanted to watch Anchorman 2. Maddie announced that it was 2 against 1, grabbing the remote she put on The Hangover which Holly wasn't very pleased about. "That's not fair" "Yeah it is that's how it works" "Shut up Maddie that's just immature" snapped Holly What Maddie felt like saying in response was " I'll tell you what's immature Holly, being 18 years old and still having to wear nappies cos you can't stop pissing the bed" but she thought better of it. It took all of her might to hold herself back from outing her sister as a bedwetter right there in front of her friend. They settled down and watched the film. Towards the end of the film Maddie noticed Holly holding her stomach on and off. She wondered if she might soon need to use the bathroom..... As soon as the film ended Maddie went upstairs, took her pyjamas and went into the bathroom, knowing if Holly needed the bathroom she would have to wait until she came out.... Taking her time she got undressed and proceeded to have a nice long shower.... Not long after she had gone in the bathroom Holly started banging on the door.... "Maddie will you please hurry up I really, really need to use the toilet" "I'll just be a few minutes I'm taking a quick shower" "For gods sake just hurry up" Maddie could hear the desperation in her sisters voice, but continued to enjoy her nice hot shower.... By now Tara had heard what was going on and she was now stood watching Holly smiling at the older girls struggle.. She discretely got her phone out and recorded Holly's struggle... Maddie took her time. She washed her hair twice and then conditioned it, not in any rush as she wondered if Holly would save herself from embarrassment and hold on.... Holly kept banging on the door whilst jumping about trying not to humiliate herself Eventually Maddie had finished. She got herself into her pyjamas before finally opening the door. As she opened the door it looked as if it might be too late for Holly... She was bent forward with one hand clutching her stomach and the other hand holding her butt. Tara noticed something weird sticking out of her pyjamas as she bent bent forward.... Running up to her she tugged at her pyjama pants, pulling them down around her ankles leaving her stunned "Oh my god she's wearing a fucking nappy" Holly, too preoccupied to stop Tara exposing her then lifted her head as she let out a big gasp as both girls stood watching in complete shock as the 18 year old uncontrollably lost control of her bowels and began messing her exposed nappy right before their eyes..... The girls were both totally stunned at what they had just seen, and the best part of all was that they had the whole thing recorded..... Holly ran off crying into her bedroom with her massive sagging nappy still on full display as she slammed her door behind her..... Tara and Maddie just looked at each other and burst into fits of laughter. Boy were they going to have some fun with this...... A short while later they went up to Holly's door............ "Oh Holly can we come in and have a little chat with you?"......

Alright, so. Let me start off by saying that I am searching for someone who wants to fullfill the role of the little. That indeed means you'll be the one in diapers and whatnot, which most of us certainly prefer to be, right? I'll be the caregiver. This roleplay is based upon the game/anime Azur Lane, in which girls portray ships of WW2. It's a bit unusual, I will admit, but I couldn't resist using the charactera Kaga and Akagi for this, as seen in the pictures below. Kaga is the girl in white in blue, where as Akagi is the one in black in red. Akagi is the older sister, who loves her younger sister with all of her heart and wishes to protect her. Kaga is a bit more shy and timid and has great respect for Akagi. The story basically starts with Kaga, who became dependant on diapers due to an injury suffered in battle and also acted a bit like a toddler at times, getting a new caregiver. She was cared for by a member of the base staff, but he became too busy to constantly clean Kaga's dirty diapers or to feed her bottles. Thus a new caregiver was assigned, unbeknown to Kaga herself. It surely was a shock when she one day woke up in her crib with a dirty diaper, to find her sister looking down upon her. If this idea interests you, feel free to DM me on here and then ask for my Discord tag (I prefer to use that due to a better notification system). There we can discuss the story a little, maybe add some stuff and then we can start. Starter: Kaga, the second ship of the Akagi-class. Ever since a few months she has been out of combat due to severe injury, having been at a point in her life where she barely could walk. Luckily for the poor girl she recieved emergency repairs, which limited the damage. However, her lowers weren't spared. Due to heavy hostile HE shelling, shrapnel had inflicted permanent damage onto her bladder and bowels. Kaga immediately was retracted from the battlefield and put out of order, effectively becoming a regular civilian again. The poor girl sadly enough also suffered mild brain damage. It limited her possiblities to do things by herself. Walking, cooking, using money and plenty of other vital handlings had suddenly become hard for her to do. Thus a caregiver was assigned to her. It was a kind man who'd change Kaga's clothes, feed her, change her diapers, et cetera. This didn't last forever though, as the man had to return back to base due to a lack of personnel. The headquarters decided to send Akagi, Kaga's older sister, over to Kaga's place. She was jumping to take care of her little baby sis, as she absolutely adored the idea of seeing her in cute babyish clothes and diapers. On an early morning, Kaga would wake up from a long night's sleep. She was laying in her crib, wearing her usual blue onesie with clouds and hearts on it as decorations. There was a nasty smell coming down from her bum, hinting that she had made excessive use of her diaper in her sleep. At this point she had gotten used to it, even secretly starting to enjoy using the padded underwear. With a little smile, she stretched and opened her eyes- then felt her heart sink to her boots. "Hello, little sister...~" Standing aside the crib, bent over to look down at her messy little sister, was Akagi. She had her usual kind yet seductive smile on her face, clearly amused at the sight of her sister's clothing. The woman held a diaper in her hand, which she teasingly swayed at Kaga. She couldn't believe her eyes: so adorable does her little sister look!* "I heard that a big baby girl needed a new caregiver, so I have come here to help...~ But oh my, I had no idea that you'd be the baby...~" Kaga then... =============================== Alright, so that was the starter. It should give a fair impression of my skills, which I expect you to match. Otherwise I will decline. I've been dying to find someone fun to do ABDL roleplay with. As I said, DM me if interested and I will give my Discord tag.

This rp will be mainly about two sisters, Addison and Taylor. The story line will be that Addison makes a "fake" wish on her birthday cake candles. The wish results in Addison going from a new 16 year old to a new 8 year old and Taylor being regressed from 12 down to 4. Both girls have to work together to figure out how to undo the wish by the end of the week or they are stuck in there new ages. DM me if your interested and we can work out details, I'm good playing the girls, parents, or whom ever. I'm looking for detailed responses during the rp. Thank you hope to hear from you all soon