House Rules

[The Cle-venger]

37 year old Alicia Harris woke with a start. Around her the bedsheets felt damp and cold. She had been wetting the bed off and on since her divorce the year before. Her doctor had told her that it was because she was going through a difficult time in her life and this was her bodies way of coping with the stress. The fact the doctor told her in time the problem would go away did nothing to make her feel better as she silently trudged downstairs to the laundry room after a brief shower and putting on clean clothes. She wanted to get there before her 14 year old daughter Courtney woke up.

 

The laundry room door creaked open and she backed inside with the wet bedsheets in her arms. When she turned around there stood Courtney placing her clothes in the washing machine. Up until this point her daughter had no idea that she had been having any issues but the jig was up when the teen girl turned around and saw her mother.

 

“Hi mom! Thought I would put in a load before school today.” She looked at the soaked bedsheets. “Wait, did you wet the bed?”

 

Trapped, Alicia dropped the linens to the floor. “Yes. Ever since your father and I divorced I've had some issues. It doesn't happen every night, but probably two to three times a week on average.”

 

“You don't have to hide these things from me. I'm your daughter and I'll love you no matter what.” Courtney hugged her mother. “I want to help get you better.”

 

Alicia felt relieved. “Thank you sweetheart. I promise I won't keep anything from you again, but I don't think there's anything you can do to help.”

 

“Sure there is mom.” The younger girl lit up. “Remember the house rule that you made when I was 11?”

 

She couldn't be serious could she? “Honey that one was made just for you.”

 

“Nope. You said house rules apply to everyone who lives in the house. That means you have to follow the rule too.” Courtney stamped her foot. “And per the rule anyone who wets the bed two times in one week has to wear a diaper to bed until they can wake up dry for 7 straight days. On days that you wake up wet you have to wear a diaper all day, you have to use it, and you can't change it yourself. You admitted you wet at least two times per week so it's diapers at night for you and I can plainly see you woke up wet this morning so diapers all day today as well.”

 

“I'm not wearing diapers. End of discussion.” Alicia stormed from the room.

 

Her daughter followed. “It's not the end of the discussion. How can you expect me to follow the rules if you won't do it?”

 

The elder Harris woman turned to face the younger one. “This isn't open for debate.”

 

“You're right, it isn't.” Like all teen girls she had a cell phone in her pocket and took it out. “Cause you know grandma will side with me when I tell her. I'll bet she even comes over to make sure you follow through.”

 

Alicia was about to say something then stopped. Courtney was right, her mother would come over and she would end up in diapers anyway. “Fine. I'll stop on the way home from work and pick up some diapers and we can start after school gets out.”

 

“The rule says you have to wear one ALL day. Since you drive me to class on your way to the elementary building where you teach we can do this right.”

 

“We have to leave early if we're going to do that, which basically means now.” Her daughter was never ready on time so the chances they would have time to stop at the drug store on the way in were slim. “Are you ready to go?”

 

“Yep! Woke up early to do laundry remember?” She sounded all too cheerful.

 

In a matter of minutes the pair were out of the house and into the drug store. Alicia watched her daughter rush straight to the adult incontinence aisle. When she arrived a few seconds later Courtney had already selected a package of Abena's from the shelf. Begrudgingly she took the offered diapers, paid at the checkout and headed into the bathroom at the rear of the store.

 

Courtney followed her inside and took a diaper from the pack. “I won't make you lay on the ground. We'll have you sit on the toilet and arrange it on yourself, then I'll tape it closed.”

 

“Very well.” Alicia huffed, kicked off her pants and panties and situated herself over the open diaper on the closed toilet lid.

 

Once everything was in order she let her daughter know it was time for her to be sealed in a diaper for the first time in 34 years. Courtney did an expert job of taping it shut, probably from all the experience she got as a babysitter. Her pants were then returned to their normal position and she just barely managed to get the button closed over the bulk. Despite the awkwardness of it, the diaper was quite comfortable but there was little time to think on such things, she had to drop Courtney at the high school and get to her first grade class. She had just pulled into the parking lot when it occurred to her, in her rush to leave the house this morning she hadn't had time to do her usual morning business. And the need was making itself known.

~

It was 8:04. In 42 minutes she could text her daughter, who would be on break between classes, and get permission to use the restroom. After all, she never made Courtney mess her diapers. If she needed to go number 2 she just had to ask and she was allowed to use the bathroom. No worries, she could make it that long.

 

The morning class consisted of arithmetic. Students took their turn coming to the chalk board and solving complex equations such as 2+4 and 1+7. The class applauded each correct answer and their teacher grew more and more worried that she would have to make a 1+1 in her diaper. At last it was 8:46, little Suzy was at the board working on 5+3 and Alicia was on her phone. Her text was short but simple, 'need to poop, permission to take off the diaper and go'.

 

The response was almost immediate. 'Sure. But remember you can't take your own diaper off. So either you have to hold it until my lunch at 11:40 or ask the nurse.'

 

Needless to say, Alicia was not happy about either option. For now she chose to wait, and the class moved on to story time. Students were encouraged to read the text aloud and raise their hand when they had difficulty with a section. The 'Dick and Jane' series may have been old news to Ms. Harris, but to the kids it was ground breaking material. She spent the next two hours guiding them through the material before it was time for recess. While the kids were out to play their teacher made a bee-line to the office. Upon arrival she asked to see Nurse Smith and was informed that she was out sick for the day but that her assistant, Brad Childress was in and more than capable of handling any needs her students might have.

 

Deciding that she would rather risk it than have a male, barely out of college, medical assistant see her diaper she returned to the classroom to prepare for social studies. Specifically, a lesson on the founding fathers of the United States. The students slowly filtered back in after the bell and Alicia couldn't help but feel the increasing pressure on her back side. Once everyone was seated she put up a picture of George Washington on the overhead projector and thought that maybe if she wet her diaper a little bit it would help stave off an impending disaster.

 

It was difficult to begin, but once the flow started it wouldn't stop. She tried to act nonchalant as she wet herself in front of the first grade class and talked about the founding of America. For now her gambit had paid off. She was able to keep on lecturing about the Revolutionary War, no one the wiser until it was finally the lunch break. The kids all ran off to the cafeteria and she ran to her car for the trek to the high school. Less than two minutes later she was inside and in search of Courtney.

 

Her daughter was with a group of friends on their way to the lunch line. “Hey. Can I borrow you a minute?”

 

“Sure mom.” Courtney waved at her friends and broke away from the pack. “Bathroom's over here.”

 

Together they went inside the girls lavatory. Inside Courtney unsnapped her mothers jeans, pulled them down and untaped the sopping wet diaper. Alicia was eternally grateful for the release and quickly took care of business. Once she was done she emerged from the stall and asked for her pants back.

 

“Sorry mom, you know the rules. You have to have a diaper on too.” The young girl looked at the soaked garment on the floor. “Did you bring a fresh one?”

Alicia followed her daughters eyes. “Oh shit. I didn't.”

 

“Guess we'll just have to put this one back on and hope it doesn't leak.” Courtney picked up the used diaper and placed it on a closed toilet lid for her mother.

 

The 37 year old gritted her teeth and positioned herself over her temporary prison. “I'm ready.”

 

The teen quickly taped the now cold garment back on. “See you at 3:00 after school.”

 

Having wasted most of her lunch getting her diaper changed Alicia stopped at Taco Bell on the way back to the elementary and ordered three soft tacos. Back at class the rest of the afternoon passed by smoothly but all the while Alicia could feel the greasy fast food catching up with her.

 

At 2:45, a full 5 minutes before the dismissal bell, Ms. Harris had all the kids lined up outside to await the buses. When they were all loaded she darted to her car and fired up the engine. On the way to the high school she let out what she hoped was a fart but turned out to be a little more. A liquidy mass slowly escaped and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The entire drive, more and more oozed out of her behind and into her diaper.

 

“Oh my God! What did you do?” Courtney pinched her nose when she opened the door. “I think I need to change you right now!”

 

Caught between not wanting to be in her mess any more and not wanting to have her diaper changed in public, Alicia was speechless. Her daughter grabbed a diaper from the pack in the back seat, came around to the driver's side door, opened it and leaned back the seat. Before she knew it her pants were pulled down, her diaper untaped and Courtney was wiping away her mess. Outside the window she could see kids staring as they passed by. Alicia began to cry. “Please hurry.”

 

“I'm not the one who shit myself.” The young girl removed the soiled diaper from beneath her mother and slid in a clean one. “I thought you went at lunch.”

 

“It was an accident.” The defeated mother resigned herself to her diapered fate. “And yes, I remember that rule. Diapers 24 hours a day for a week for any day time accident.”

~

The ride home was filled with silence. Alicia was too embarrassed to discuss what had just happened. Fortunately for her, when they pulled in their driveway Courtney announced that she was going to ride her bike to her friend Nicole's house and that she would be back in time for dinner. With the house to herself Alicia sat down to read a book.

 

The clock in the living room chimed six o'clock and woke the mentally exhausted mother from where she had dozed off on the couch. Much to her dismay she discovered she had wet the diaper in her sleep and with her daughter not home yet, it would just have to wait. She waddled into the kitchen and started to get pots and pans ready for Thursday night spaghetti.

 

By half passed the hour everything was ready and Courtney had just walked through the door. While she didn't like the feel of the cold diaper around her waist, it had been on for this long might as well have dinner while it was still warm.

 

Alicia sat at the table and twirled some noodles around her fork. “You know my class has a field trip to the aquarium tomorrow so you'll have to find another ride home from school.”

 

“That's okay. Nicole wanted me to spend the weekend at her house anyway.” Courtney took a bite and sucked in the end of a noodle that didn't quite make it to her mouth. “I'll just ride the bus to her house.”

 

The mother raised her eyebrow. “You'll be spending the whole weekend over there? Does this mean our little arrangement is over then?”

 

“Nope. A rule is a rule and Nicole's house is only two blocks away.” The teen girl held up her cell phone. “Just give me a text when you need a change.”

 

Disappointment showed on her face. “Well if you insist that the arrangement has to continue I don't think I can let you spend the weekend away from home.”

 

The pair argued back and forth about the fairness of life and until they were all out screaming at each other. Then Courtney brought out the big guns. “Well how about I get grandma to BABYSIT you so I can go to my friends?”

 

“That does it young lady! You're grandmother is not to know about this. Now give me your cell phone and go to your room!” The elder Harris stood and pointed up the stairs. “You're grounded and I don't want to see you for the rest of the night.”

 

“Fine! I hate you anyway!” The teen stomped her feet all the way to her room and slammed the door.

 

Alicia poured herself a glass of wine and gulped it down quickly before pouring a second which she planned to sip much more slowly. Looking back at the table she decided to finish dinner, sat down with a squish and realized she was stuck in a soaked diaper. She decided that she would probably have to rescind the grounding in order to get a change, but she wouldn't cave and let Courtney spend the weekend away. Not unless she agreed to end this diaper nonsense. Two things she did know, don't poke a bee's nest and don't negotiate with an angry teen girl. She would just have to tolerate her situation until her daughter had calmed down.

 

At nine thirty Alicia finished her third glass of wine and was feeling a little bit buzzed. She decided to give it a try, went upstairs and knocked on her daughters bedroom door. No response. Down the hall though she could hear the shower running and headed that way. Now standing in front of the bathroom door she made attempt number two. “Court. Honey. I need to see you when you're done in there.”

 

A minute later the water turned off. “I'll be out after I brush my teeth.”

 

Alicia went to her bedroom to await her daughters arrival. When she showed up she had a frown on her face. “How about I just spend tomorrow night at Nicole's? That way I wouldn't be gone all weekend.”

 

“I'm sorry I yelled at your earlier.” She gave Courtney a hug and pointed at her sagging diaper. “You can go Friday night only, just don't forget about me.”

 

“Whoa, mom! You really peed a lot!” The young girl giggled and squeezed the padding. “Let's get you ready for bed.”

 

A fresh diaper on Alicia kissed her daughter good night and laid down for bed herself. It was then that the wine caught up with her and she had no choice to yellow her Abena if she wanted to have any chance of a decent rest.

 

The next morning she awoke more recharged than she had in a long time. Her sheets were dry and she was happy. At least until she remembered what she had around her waist. It was hard to tell because of her pre-sleep wetting, but she thought she had a dry night. Of course now she really needed to pee but figured the diaper was already wet so why not drench it again before Courtney came to let her out for her morning void and shower.

 

Feeling good about herself she picked out a yellow dress to wear to the aquarium today and hung it in the bathroom before knocking on her daughters door. “Time to wake up! Gotta get ready for school!”

 

From the other side of the door there was a groan and a loud bump. “It's too early. Come back later.”

 

“I can't honey. You have an additional responsibility in the morning the next 6 days remember?”

 

There were a few more bumps and Courtney's door opened. The zombie like teen untaped the diaper and let it fall to the floor with a splat. “Wake me up again when you're done in the shower.”

 

Alicia took care of her morning ritual and by that time Courtney was up and about on her own. The dutiful daughter once again diapered her mother and went downstairs while Alicia put on her dress. They ate together in silence, put the dishes in the sink and left for school. When the car stopped at the high school Alicia smiled at her daughter. “Have a good day sweetie. I'll see you later.”

 

“Don't forget to pack extra diapers for your field trip in case you need them.” She exited the vehicle and leaned back in. “And since I won't be there to change you I took the precaution of signing your diaper tabs. That way if you take it off I'll know cause it won't line up right. If you get someone else to change you have them sign the tabs.”

~

Damn that girl! How dare she do that to me. I know I did it to her, but she was 11 and I couldn't trust her. I'm a grown woman, I can do whatever I like. But if Courtney finds out, she'll no doubt spill the beans to my mother and I'll wind up right back in diapers. Keep playing along for now, how bad can it be?

 

She arrived at the elementary and entered her classroom. Inside were a handful of students and both chaperones for the field trip. The bus to the aquarium didn't leave until 8:30 so she let the kids play until then and took the time to talk with the parents that would accompany them on the excursion. Maria Anderson was Tommy's mother and a stay at home housewife while Megan's Ridley's mother Jessica was a teacher at the high school who had taken the day off work. They gossiped about this and that but when the time came to go they had all the kids organized and ready for the bus.

 

The trek to the city took about 45 minutes and was a bumpy ride. For the first time since this episode began Alicia was grateful to have the extra padding. First on the agenda when the got to their destination was a short film about fish and that was to be followed by a guided tour. During the movie Alicia felt a familiar feeling in her bladder and decided that it was as good a time as any to let go. Unfortunately for her that was the point where the movies soundtrack got really quiet. A distinct hissing sound could be heard by all around the room but due to the lights being dimmed nobody could tell where it was coming from or see their teachers crimson face.

 

The rest of the day went by quite well. The kids had a wonderful time, got to feed some of the larger fish and even pet a sting ray. Right before the return journey home each of the three adults took turns sheparding the kids to the restroom to ensure there wouldn't be any accidents. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and for Alicia the large diet coke she had at lunch was making itself felt again. She thought she could hold it and get a change from her daughter when she got home but eventually decided to duck into a stall and wet her diaper for the second time that day. She didn't want to risk a repeat of the mornings close call, or worse, a possible leak on the bus.

 

To her surprise the diaper held it all, but she could clearly see that it was at its maximum capacity and that she would definitely have to see Courtney before she went again. The ride home was equally as bumpy but the extra padding did nothing to comfort the poor teacher this time. With every rise in the air and fall back to the seat it announced her soggy undergarments status with a squish. Lucky for her no one around seemed to notice.

 

With the last child picked up she was finally free to head home. When she got there the house was dark, but that was hardly unexpected since her daughter had gone home with Nicole. She took out her cell, called Courtney's number and heard the phone ring in the kitchen drawer. Shit. I never gave it back to her after I confiscated it last night. Where is Nicole's home phone number? After a frantic couple of minutes searching it was found and dialed. No answer. From the same slip of paper she tried Nicole's mom's cell.

 

Three rings later. “Hello?”

 

“Hi. This is Alicia, Courtney's mom. Is she available to come home for a minute?”

 

“I'm afraid not.” The woman sounded generally concerned. “We are on the way to dinner right now and after planned to take the girls to a movie. We probably won't be home til between 11 and 12. By then the girls will probably be going straight to bed. Is it something that can wait until morning?”

 

Great. Now what am I going to do? There's no way this diaper is going to come remotely close to lasting that long. “I wish it were. Can I talk to my daughter please?”

 

“Hi mom!”

 

“Courtney, honey. I thought we agreed you weren't going to forget about me.”

 

“I didn't. Honest.” She was being defensive. “You weren't home and they wanted to go out. What was I suppose to tell them, sorry I can't go, I have to change my mom's d-”

“That's enough young lady.” Damn kid had a point. “Well can I at least get permission to change it myself tonight?”

 

“You know the rules mom. You made them. Now I gotta go we're at the restaurant.” The line disconnected.

 

Alicia had enough and decided she was going to change herself anyway and deal with Courtney when she got home in the morning.

~

She woke to the sun shining through her bedroom window and a dry diaper. Looking at the clock she saw it was just after 9:30 in the morning, Courtney should be home soon. With that knowledge in mind she rolled out of bed, soaked her pants and trudged to the living room to await her daughter. Strangely she felt like she would be in less trouble if she only changed her diaper the one time and was determined not to do the other thing until she was released.

 

A half hour passed, then an hour. Finally Alicia heard a noise on the front porch, Courtney must finally be home. She opened the front door to scold her wayward daughter and shrieked at the sight of the mail man. Her hands went to cover her yellowed underwear and she leaned forward to try and hide it further. All this did was allow her body to empty its contents into the seat of her diaper. Thankfully the mail man had the good graces to reach in and close the door but it didn't stay shut for long. Before the flow from her backside could stop Courtney walked in.

 

“Again mom?” The young girl took her mothers arm, led her to the middle of the room and laid her on the floor. “Wait here. I'll go get the supplies.”

 

Alicia just laid there and cried until her daughter returned. “I- I-”

 

“Shhh. It's okay mom. Or maybe it isn't.” Courtney poked the tabs on the diaper. “How come these aren't signed?”

 

The crying started anew. “I changed myself last night. I had too, I was about to leak.”

 

“You're suppose to ask someone else to do that for you.” A disappointed look was on the 14 year old's face. “You know the rules.”

 

“I have to choose between a bare bottom spanking with a hair brush or being grounded until I'm out of diapers on Thursday.” The 37 year old wiped her eyes. “I pick being grounded.”

 

“Grounded for the duration of your time in diapers it is. But it doesn't end Thursday. If I'm not mistaken I saw you shit yourself in front of the mail man a few minutes ago. I doubt you did that on purpose which would make it an accident.” Courtney rubbed the front of the soiled garment for effect. “You're to be diapered until at least next Saturday.”

 

Alicia, laying in a wet and messy diaper, was thoroughly defeated and she knew it. Her bottom was wiped clean, taped into a fresh Abena and given a playful swat. The embarrassing event over she took some ice cream from the freezer and curled up on the couch to watch a movie and drown her sorrows in Ben and Jerry's.

 

After the movie was over she had a quick lunch and without thinking grabbed her car keys to head to the supermarket. Just then Courtney came downstairs. “What do you think you're doing?”

 

“Going to pick up food for the week. Same thing I do every Saturday.” Alicia slung her purse over her shoulder.

 

“Even though you're grounded, that's fine.” Her daughter giggled. “But don't you think you should cover a certain something up before you leave the house?”

 

Up the stairs she flew to her bedroom, pulled on a skirt and resumed her endeavor. Five minutes later she was at Denny's Food Market and bumped into Tina Martin, one of her students. Tina was with her 13 year old sister Morgan, who was friends with Courtney, and her mother Stacy. The chit chatted for a minute and then continued on their way. Alicia took her time walking up and down every aisle glad to finally be doing something normal, it helped to rebuild some of her lost self confidence. Everything from the list gathered, she paid at the checkout and loaded the groceries into her car for the trip home.

 

At dinner time Alicia was about to prepare homemade Chinese when Courtney surprised her by volunteering to cook. The weary mother agreed and stayed to help oversee the meal, sweet and sour chicken with fried rice. The agony of the morning forgotten, mother and daughter dined together in peace.

 

Feeling better than she had in days Alicia filled the dishwasher then joined her budding star in the back yard to kick around the soccer ball. Halfway through she paused for a minute and stared at the ground. Courtney picked up on it immediately. “You're wetting your diaper aren't you?”

 

The elder Harris put a finger to her lips. “Quiet, I don't want the neighbors to hear.”

 

The teen jogged to her mother's side. “Do you need a change? Let me look.”

 

Before Alicia could respond she found her skirt lifted and the padding between her legs squeezed. As fast as she could she pushed her daughter's hands away. “I'm fine. Can we just go back to soccer?”

 

The kicked the ball a while longer, rocked on the old swing set and talked about plans for the future until the light faded. Back inside Courtney went upstairs for her nightly shower and Alicia decided to make use of her diaper one more time before she got changed for bed. Hopefully in the morning she would be dry and not so desperate for the bathroom.

~

Sunday was a lazy day in the Harris household. Throughout the day Alicia got three changes, the first was after waking up dry and being allowed to use the toilet and shower before being taped into a clean diaper. The second was after a mid-afternoon nap that involved soaking herself on the living room couch and lastly when she wet right before bed so she could sleep comfortably. Reflecting on the day as she laid beneath the covers she was glad it was somewhat more normal and didn't have any embarrassing moments.

 

On Monday she awoke drenched. Apparently during the night her bladder had really let go and overflowed the diaper to moisten her formerly dry sheets. She gathered the sheets along with some clothes she was going to wash later anyway, trudged to the laundry room and hoped Courtney wouldn't notice. Luck was on her side and her daughter was still asleep when she knocked on the door. The teen groaned, came out to the hallway, untaped her mother's diaper and laid down once again.

 

Alicia cruised through the morning routine and met Courtney in the living room to have her nethers once again encased in plastic. “We're going to have to get me more diapers after school. I'm running low.”

 

“And maybe some rash cream.” The young girl completed what she was doing. “Looks like you're starting to get one.”

 

Oh great. A 37 year old with a diaper rash. How could things get any worse? “Nothing we can do about it right now, off we go.”

 

As per usual mother and daughter parted company outside the high school and Alicia started her day at the elementary. Being a Monday she eased the students into the week with a math game, two students were paired together and shown a flash card. The first to correctly answer moved on to face another student. The first kid to make it around the room, or what usually happened the one who moved the most seats prior to recess, won the game and got a prize. Today's reward was a sticker book and was won by Megan Ridley.

 

The students outside for recess, their teacher stood off to the side of the playground, watched to make sure they didn't hurt themselves and wet her pants. When fun time was over everyone raced back inside for reading. The students once again took turns reading aloud from 'Dick and Jane' while their instructor sat on the corner of her desk and fidgeted.

 

My God, the rash Courtney found earlier must be getting worse. I just want to reach down and relieve the itch, but I can't just rub my diaper in front of a group of first graders. I'll have to run to the store at lunch, swing by the high school and get changed. Only forty minutes to go. I can do this.

 

Tina Martin's voice snapped her back to the present. “Ms. Harris. Are you okay?”

 

“I'm fine dear.” She looked around the room to see everyone's eyes on her. “Please continue the reading.”

 

Time dragged by slowly. 10 minutes passed. Then 20. Tina asked and was given permission to use the restroom. I can't wait until I'm allowed to use the restroom again to. 30 minutes down, 10 to go, the second hand on the clock seemed to have stopped moving.

 

With 5 minutes until lunch there was a knock on the door, it was Nurse Smith. “Alright class. You can go ahead to lunch early, I need to have a talk with Ms. Harris.”

 

The kids cheered, packed up their things and ran out of the room. Their teacher was confused. “What can I do for you?”

 

“It's what I can do for you.” The nurse placed her hand on Alicia's shoulder. “I watched you through the door for the last few minutes and it's plain to see you're having some issues. I have something in my office that can help clear that up for you.”

 

“You don't have to do that.” The 37 year old stammered trying to think of a way to break free. “I was going to go at lunch and pick something up.”

 

“Nonsense. This is much more convenient and it'll save you some money.” She picked up her charges purse and led her to the office. Inside the door was closed and locked. “Now why don't you go ahead and take off your skirt so I can get a better look at the problem?”

 

Alicia froze. This was her last chance to get out with her secret intact, think of something to say. “Uh. I, uh-”

 

“No need to be shy. I am a nurse after all.” She unzipped the skirt and it fell to the floor. “Oh my! That isn't what I expected at all.”

 

Tears filled the mortified woman's eyes. “I can explain.”

 

“It's okay. Many people have problems for one reason or another.” The nurse laid the teacher down on the examination table. “Do you have any spare diapers with you? Can you change yourself or do you need me to help?”

 

“There's one in my purse.” Alicia mumbled. “And I need you to change me and sign the tabs when you're done.”

 

Ever the professional Nurse Smith set to work, applied a bit of rash cream and sealed the garment in place. “I don't mean to pry, but have you been having any messy accidents? Cause it looks like you may be getting a bladder infection, which could be caused by not cleaning properly afterwords.”

 

The crying intensified. “Yes. What can I do?”

 

“For starters I would suggest a good shower after a messy accident. It's the best way to ensure you get everything clean down there. As for the infection, drink plenty of water and flush it out.”

 

Alicia hopped down off the table, put her skirt back on and went to her classroom to be alone and reflect on what had just happened.

~

The rest of the afternoon at school passed by in a haze. There was a geography lesson, recess and history. As the day wound to a close Alicia wanted nothing more than to escape home and put it all behind her. She picked up her daughter at the high school and drove in a stupor towards the house.

 

From the passenger seat Courtney watched the drug store fly by the window. “Where are you going?”

 

Where else would we go? “Home.”

 

“We have to stop at the drug store remember?” The teen pointed out the back window. “You need more diapers and some rash cream. Speaking of which, do you need a change?”

 

“I'm fine. Let's just pick them up later.”

 

“No. You need the cream now so the rash doesn't get worse.” Courtney lifter her mother's skirt, found her dry and saw the writing on the diaper tabs. “Oh my GOD! You let someone else change you? Why didn't you just come see me at lunch?”

 

Alicia pulled into a parking lot, turned the car around and proceeded to the drug store. “I was going to but Nurse Smith saw me fidgeting and thought I was having some woman problems. She took me to her office and before I knew it my skirt was on the floor.”

 

Inside the drug store was a mass of people. Apparently it was the place to hang out after school as teens milled about the aisles looking at make up, magazines and trying on sun glasses. All this made Alicia nervous. How would she manage to buy diapers with this many potential witnesses? Her daughter on the other hand had no issue with making a bee line straight to the incontinence products. Two more packs of Abena's off the shelf she handed them to her mother and said she would be the next aisle over talking with her friends.

 

The 37 year old's steps were small and tentative. Right now she was alone, surrounded by diapers and holding 2 packages in her hands but when she made it to the end of the row there would be a sea of people between her and the register. Head down the walk of shame continued, she just hoped her luck held out and nobody looked at her. At last she made it to the checkout, having received no comments or unwanted stares along the way. Thank god teens are so self absorbed.

 

Courtney, along with her friends Nicole and Morgan joined her at the register shortly after the purchase was hidden discretely inside plastic bags. “Got everything?”

 

“Yep.” A nervous smile. “You coming with me or going to stay with your friends?”

 

Of course the teen elected to hang with her friends, Alicia told her to have a good time, be home before bed and then went out to the car alone. She sat down, tossed the diapers in the back seat and sighed. Relieved to have made it out without incident she relieved herself in her absorbent underpants. It didn't take long for her to realize she had forgotten an important item as the itching and burning began.

 

A text to Courtney asked if she could have permission to leave home. Her daughter reminded her she was grounded and that she should have no reason to leave. The grocery shopping was done on Saturday and she had picked up everything she needed from the drug store. If she wanted something else it could wait until tomorrow.

 

Two hours later the torment from inside her diaper was driving her crazy. She the only relief she could get was from constantly rubbing the offending garment. Another text was sent saying that she was in desperate need of a change. Courtney replied she was eating and would be home in an hour. Hungry, but too distracted to cook, Alicia ordered a pizza and threw her skirt back on. She had learned her lesson about answering the door in just a diaper yesterday.

 

The pizza arrived in 30 minutes or less, four slices were eaten in the next 30 and finally Courtney was home. “Do you have to pee again? Cause it's getting close to bed time so this will be your last change for the night.”

 

The elder Harris' face flushed as she nodded and let go. After the flow had stopped she laid down on the floor, allowed the soaked diaper to be removed and a fresh one slid beneath her. She saw her daughter look around confused and guessed what the problem was. “I forgot the rash cream.”

 

“That's what you wanted to go out for isn't it?” The young girl shook her head. “Why didn't you just say that? I could have got some on the way home.”

 

Having no answer Alicia just laid there and allowed her daughter to complete the diapering process. Some fresh air, and a fresh new Abena helped but there was still some residual itching and burning. She just hoped she could wake up dry in the morning and then talk Courtney into letting her wear panties until after they had gotten some cream at the drug store.

~

Alicia woke, not because she had to go to the bathroom but because she already had in her diaper and the itching and burning were unbearable. It was 3:30 in the morning and she screamed in pain. A few moments later Courtney rushed into the room. “What's the matter?”

 

“It hurts so bad.” Tears streamed down her face.

 

Her daughter pulled back the covers, untaped the diaper and gasped. “That doesn't look good. We should get you to a doctor.”

 

With no other choice she agreed, called in to work to get a substitute and went to take a shower. When she got out Courtney was waiting. “I have a proposal for you. You obviously need a break, but you can't break the rules either. So I was thinking of amending it, if a rash appears you can take time out of diapers to let it clear up, but for every one day you take off it adds two days to the end.”

 

Right now Alicia would take any deal to get rid of her anguish. “That seems fair. I was suppose to be done Saturday morning so if I take today off it will be Monday morning instead. And this way I won't have to go to the doctor I can just get cream from the store, sit home and heal.”

 

They shook on it and returned to their respective beds to hopefully get some sleep. Five hours later Alicia awoke dry and feeling better already. She took care of her morning business, dropped Courtney at school and picked up rash ointment on the way back home. The relief was immediate when she put it on.

 

Remembering the nurses advice she drank large glasses of water all morning, after all she was free to use the bathroom any time she wanted. By the time her daughter needed picked up she was confident she would only need the one day off so as to not prolong the diaper dilemma any longer than it needed to be.

 

Tuesday was taco night, formerly a night she dreaded but since her reprieve one she enjoyed. When dinner was over she and Courtney watched TV, told stories and said their good nights.

 

Wednesday was another dry, and therefore great, morning. Birds chirped, the sun shone and her daughter made a zombie like appearance from her bedroom. Everything was as it should be. That was until she got in the shower and the hot water still burned her delicate skin. Damn. I was really hoping not to have to add two more days but I can't afford to chance it while my skin is still tender down there. Courtney will no doubt be thrilled.

 

“Ready for a diaper, mom?” The teen held up a crinkly white plastic garment.

 

Last chance to put one on and get this over with. “I need one more day.”

 

“Alright. If that's what you want, but that means you aren't done til Wednesday next week.” Her daughter continued to wave the diaper in front of her face.

 

“Knock that off missy. We need to be getting to school.” And after a little breakfast that's what they did.

 

The day went by normally with the exception of Alicia drinking far more water than normal until just before lunch. I really have to pee but I still have 20 minutes. God, I wish I had my diaper on. Wait, did I just think that. What's wrong with me? This whole thing has been a fucking nightmare.

 

She was snapped back to the present by one of her students. “Ms. Harris? Did you just pee your pants?”

 

“What? No, of course not.” She looked down to see twin wet marks going down the inseam of her pants. Oh shit! My bladder must have gotten used to just releasing when I had to go and done just that when I was distracted by my thoughts. What am I going to do now?

 

“I can go get the nurse.” Tina volunteered and ran out the door without waiting for a reply.

 

A few minutes later the Nurse Smith arrived. “Class. Settle down. The principal will be here in a minute to stay with you until lunch. Be good until he gets here. Alicia, please come with me.”

 

The 37 year old bowed her head and fell into step behind for the trek to the office. Once there the door was shut, locked and Alicia sat up on the exam table. She couldn't bring herself to look the nurse in the eye. “It was an accident.”

 

“I know that sweetie.” Ms. Smith patted her shoulder. “How come you weren't wearing your diapers?”

 

“Cause of my rash.”

 

“Let's have a look see shall we.” Once again the teacher found herself naked from the waist down. “It looks like it's clearing up nicely, so let's get you taken care of. Did you bring a change of pants with you?”

 

“No.” What is Courtney going to think when she hears about this?

 

“Not to worry I'm sure we'll find something that fits you.” Nurse Smith dug through a bag and pulled out some sweats. “Here, I usually wear these to the gym but you need them more than I do today. Don't worry they're clean. As for underwear you can either go commando or I can get a diaper for you. Which would you prefer?”

 

A question for the ages. “Diaper please.”

~

The too large sweat pants kept slipping down the slick plastic of her underwear which made Alicia have to hold them up to avoid exposing her shame to the entire school on the walk back to her classroom. When she got there the principal was waiting. “Hi Mary. I'm sorry I don't know what happened.”

 

“I do. You're still sick. You shouldn't have tried to come back so soon. Go ahead and take the rest of the day off, I'll cover your class.” The principal winked. “And don't worry about the kids, I explained you were sick. I also told them if they told anyone about what happened they would be in big trouble.”

 

Alicia thanked the principal, waddled to her car and drove home. Once she was through the front door she let the baggy sweats fall to the ground, picked them up and threw them, along with her soiled clothes, in the laundry room to be washed. With that taken care of she threw on a skirt, made lunch for herself and watched TV until time to pick up her daughter.

 

Courtney bounced happily out to the car. “Hi mom. I thought you had pants on when you left this morning.”

 

The girl had to pay attention to everything. “I did.”

 

“Well what happened to it?”

 

Alicia turned out onto the road and lifted her skirt to reveal a purple diaper. “I changed my mind about the extra two days. How was school?”

 

“Where did the diaper come from? We don't have any like that.” Courtney lifted the skirt higher to get a better look. “Who put this on you? It isn't signed.”

 

“Nurse Smith. I had her do it after I got to school. Now stop being so nosy.” The skirt returned to its rightful position over her knees. “This ends Monday morning, not Wednesday.”

 

Her daughter huffed and rolled her eyes. The remainder of the trip, the time at home until dinner and dinner itself passed in silence. It wasn't until right before bed that Alicia asked to be changed and Courtney agreed that sound other than the television was heard.

 

That night was filled with bad dreams of wetting her pants in class, having the principal change her on her own desk and then asking the kids to check her diapers periodically. She was relieved when she woke up in her own bed with only a wet diaper and not a room full of children laughing at her. What would she do when she had to face the kids this morning?

 

A knock on Courtney's door, her Abena untaped, a trip to the bathroom and a shower and it was time to find out. After she was in a fresh diaper and had dropped her daughter off at school she timidly found her way to the classroom. A few students were there laughing and playing when she walked in and didn't seem to give her a second look. It wasn't until the bell rang to start the day that the festivities began in earnest.

 

Everyone's hands flew into the air with questions about whether or not she was still sick. How often she had accidents. If she had any accidents from the other side. The teacher patiently answered them, assuring them she was no longer sick, that the accident was a one time thing and that she most certainly did not have any other types of accidents. The kids seemed to accept this and the lesson began.

 

At lunch she went and had her yellowed underwear changed by the nurse, she wasn't about to let it sit for too long and risk another rash. The rest of the day passed as uneventful as the morning, she received no strange looks from other teachers or any students and felt confident the principals warning had been heeded.

 

Back at home she prepared the Thursday night spaghetti and her daughter went to her friend Morgan's house until it was ready. Alicia was just about to start the sauce when she got a text asking if Morgan could come over for dinner. She agreed and added extra noodles and extra sauce to the pan to compensate. By 6:30 Courtney and her friend had arrived.

 

Over dinner the conversation between the teen girls swung to school and if anything had happened recently. Of course Alicia thought they were talking about boys but that wasn't the case. Morgan gota wicked grin. “My sister Tina had an interesting day yesterday. Apparently her teacher wet her pants in front of the entire class.”

 

“Oh really?” Courtney said in a way that Alicia knew this staged for her benefit. “Isn't she in my mom's class?”

 

The 37 year old threw her napkin on the table and stood up. “That's enough girls!”

 

“She seems a little cranky.” Morgan snickered. “Maybe she needs her diaper changed.”

 

Alicia ran from the room tears streaming down her face and up to her bedroom. Courtney followed her in. “Now you see how it feels?”

 

“What are you talking about?” Her words were choked out between sobs.

 

“The couple of times I wet the bed while diapered you told me that humiliation and embarrassment were part of the corrective process. That it was for my own good and that if I wanted to avoid being laughed at I would learn not to wet myself.” Years of built up anger poured out. “So now it's your turn. If you don't want to be made fun of stop peeing yourself. I did.”

 

The distraught mother was speechless. She could only think that if only she hadn't gone out of her way to make her daughter feel about about having accidents three years ago that she wouldn't be in the position she was now. Maybe she deserved this.

~

Eventually Morgan went home and Alicia was left in peace in her bedroom. Before her night time changing she flooded the Abena and waited for her daughters arrival. There was a soft knock on the door. “Come in.”

 

“Time to get you ready for bed!” Courtney tossed a diaper, rash cream and a couple wipes beside her mother. “To think, I'm going to be diapering you for at least another week and a half.”

 

“Week and a half? What happened to being done Wednesday morning?” Then she remembered. “You added a week because of the accident at school, didn't you? Is there any way out of this?”

 

The younger Harris sealed her mom in her crinkly prison. “I'll make you a deal. If we go to the Braddick Mall on Saturday and you let me do to you what you did to me, then I will allow you out of diapers during the day. You'll still have to wear at night until Wednesday morning. And if you have a wet night, diapers that day. But that shouldn't be a problem for you should it?”

 

The Braddick Mall is three hours away, there's little chance of running into anyone I know, and Courtney only had to wear diapers during the day twice. How much could I have possibly done? “Okay. Saturday we go to the mall.”

 

“I can't wait!” Courtney got a big smile on her face and clapped her hands. “And don't worry, I won't do anything you didn't do.”

 

In the morning Alicia woke up dry much to her own relief. The days events went by as per usual and it was off to school. Since it was Friday she had movies for the kids to watch all day, might as well take it easy before her planned day of humiliation tomorrow. Her soggy underwear was changed once by the nurse at lunch and once by Courtney upon the return home.

 

“How about we go out to dinner tonight?” The 37 year old suggested. “I don't feel like cooking.”

 

“That's sounds good.” The teen was off the couch and headed for the stairs to her room. “Let's go to Curly's, I love their burgers!”

 

“Curly's it is.” Alicia grabbed her keys. “I'll be in the car.”

 

Twenty minutes later they arrived at the restaurant and were told there was a ten to fifteen minute wait for a table. With nothing else to do Courtney took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and her mother did the same in her pants. A short while later they were seated at their table to look over the menu. The elder Harris had jalapeno poppers to start, a chef salad and a tea. The younger opted for the Mega Burger Deluxe with fries and a diet coke.

 

On the ride home Courtney asked if she could spend some time at Nicole's. Alicia, since she was in need of a change said she could go but only after she was taken care of. As it was 8:30 when they arrived back at the house the teen called her friend to see if she could spend the night, got permission and told her mother the news. Since she was in a fresh diaper and because it was so late, the 37 year old thought that she wouldn't need another change before morning anyway and told her daughter to have a good time.

 

By 10:30 when she was brushing her teeth for bed she realized her mistake. It had been to get the poppers at Curly's. They tasted out of the world, but they went right through her. She didn't want to disturb Courtney because it had only been 2 hours since she left and was likely to make tomorrow worse than it already was going to be if she had to come home now. There was no signature on her tabs so perhaps she could take off the diaper, do her business and tape another one on without her daughters knowledge. And so she did.

 

Feeling better she lay in bed but sleep would not come. The minutes ticked by slowly on her alarm clock, 11:00... 11:14... 11:37... 12:02... Eventually she felt the need to pee and let go into her awaiting Abena, even if Courtney thought she wet the bed she was in diapers all day anyway. The next thing she knew it was 7:15 and her daughter was shaking her awake.

 

“Wet night I see. Better not have any more of those.” The teen released her from the yellowed garment to get ready for the day. “I see you changed yourself again too.”

 

Alicia froze, how could she know. “No I didn't!”

 

“Yes you did. I put an 'X' on the back of the one you had on last night.” She held the used diaper up to be seen. “Does this look like it has an 'X' on it?”

 

The 37 year old blushed. “No...”

 

“Not only did you change yourself, you lied to me about it.” The 14 year old thought for a moment then went and got the hairbrush and another diaper. “You pick, spanking or no bathroom privileges this morning before the mall?”

 

“Are those my only options?” Alicia asked nervously. “I don't want either one.”

 

“You should have thought about that in advance, now which is it or do I get to decide?”

 

“I pick neither.” She laughed weakly.

 

“Alright, lay back.” Courtney guided her mother to a laying position on the bed and unfolded a diaper.

 

The garment centered beneath her Alicia tried to put her hips down on it but her daughters arms held her legs in the air. Then she felt it, the first hard smack. Here she was, an adult, getting a bare bottom spanking in the diaper position with a hairbrush. Smack after smack rained down on her exposed backside. By the twentieth one she was balling her eyes out and sure her bottom was bright red. Courtney then lowered her onto the awaiting Abena and completed the process, cream, powder and taping it in place.

 

Alicia selected a dress to wear for the day and they were off to the mall where further indignities awaited.

~

The three hours seemed to take forever, especially since she had naught to do but wait for her punishment. On the way Courtney informed her of the scheduled events, of which there were four. An exposure in the changing room to make up for back to school shopping. A diaper check in the cafeteria following lunch to compensate for the time at McDonald's. A spanking in the toy store and a diaper change in a public restroom.

 

With the pressure building on her backside, Alicia figured the diaper change might come first as she walked into the Braddick Mall. “Where to?”

 

Courtney took her mother's hand and dragged her further into the center for commerce. “Hot Topic. I want to get some new shirts and you have some clothes to try on.”

 

Seven minutes later the 37 year old was in the changing cubicle clad in nothing but a bra and a diaper. Her daughter had taken her dress when she went to find clothes to try on and any minute now would be opening the door to expose her shame to the entire store. When the door finally opened there were a handful of people looking in. A child remarked, “That lady is in a diaper. I'm more grown up the she is, I don't need diapers any more. I'm a big kid.”

 

Alicia blushed and tried to hide herself but with nowhere to go it was a futile effort. In the corner of the change room, with onlookers aplenty, she lost her battle and filled her pants. At last she finished and Courtney closed the door. “Can I get a change?”

 

“Sorry. Don't have any fresh diapers with me. You'll have to run out to the car and get one.” Her daughter smirked. “Or you could just wait.”

 

No clothes to cover herself she didn't really want to traipse around the shopping center. “Do I get something to wear?”

 

Her dress was flopped over the door, she put it on and waddled out to face her audience. If they hadn't seen her performance the smell gave away the state of her diaper rather quickly. “Court. Please can we go to the car?”

 

“You go ahead and go. I'll be at the food court.” The teen mushed the messy Abena into her mother. “We can take care of the second thing on the list.”

 

Six minutes later she had the change of underwear in her hand and found Courtney eating a slice of pizza. While she was outside she had drenched her diaper and was in desperate need of a change. “Alright, let's get this over with.”

 

“You need me to check your diaper?” Courtney practically shouted drawing the attention of everyone in the area before lifting her mother's dress. “Oh my. What a wet and messy baby we have here. We'll get you in some clean pants just as soon as I finish lunch. Why don't you get something to eat?”

 

Having no other choice Alicia got a cheeseburger combo with fries and a coke and sat in her own waste across the table from her daughter. Once she had finished her meal Courtney stood her up, bent her over the table and pulled up her dress to expose her soiled undergarment to everyone around. Her daughter seized the opportunity and rubbed the mess further into her bottom. “Ready for a change or do you want your spanking first?”

 

Alicia looked around the food court, saw all eyes fixed on her and blushed. “Let's get the spanking over with.”

 

A crowd of forty to fifty people gathered around as she laid across her daughters lap. Embarrassment hit a new high when her dress was pulled up and her messy diaper put on display. The first swat didn't hurt but it certainly squished the poop into her backside. Over and over the smacks rained down to the point that Alicia lost count. Here, in the center to the monument to consumerism, blow after blow landed on her sore tushy. What seemed like years later the assault ended and she was able to scurry off to the bathroom.

 

“You're doing great mom. Only one last thing to go. Diaper change.” Courtney led her into an empty stall, untaped the Abena and set to work cleaning. The growing crowd followed them in and watched the proceedings with rapt attention.

 

Her intimate parts cleansed and sealed into a plastic prison she stepped from the stall in just her diaper and bra. “Can I have my clothes back?”

 

“Sorry, you leaked.” Sure enough the dress had twin half moons from where the diaper had overflowed. “You'll be fine until we reach the car.”

 

Alicia wasn't so sure, especially since she needed to poop again after not having completely emptied herself earlier in the day. Reluctantly she emerged from the bathroom, walked in shame through the mall and once again soiled her pants. Several people were around to watch her stop, squat and push a load into her Abena.

 

“Geez mom, you're taking this seriously aren't you.” Courtney buckled herself into the passenger seat. “I'll change you when we get home.”

 

Though she hated to do it Alicia sat in her mess, started the car and started the trip home. Halfway there red and blue lights flashed in her rear view mirror. The officer walked up to the window and was treated to a view of her in naught but a bra and dirty diaper. Courtney laughed and the officer tipped his cap. “Ma'am. Can I see your license and registration please?”

 

Having neither on her Alicia panicked. “Um-”

 

“I need you to step out of the car.” The cop opened her door, escorted her to the trunk and frisked her. “Normally I would put you in the backseat but you need a change and I don't want the smell in my car. What's your name?”

 

Leaning on the trunk Alicia answered all the policeman's questions and waited patiently for his return. She had never had a ticket before but figured if she could stand on the side of the road in a messy diaper for all the passing cars to see then she could handle whatever the cop could dish out. She was wrong.

 

“Are you aware your license is suspended?” The policeman turned her around and placed her in handcuffs. “It seems you have unpaid parking tickets from over a year and a half ago.”

 

They have to be from my ex-husband. That prick had gotten tickets, failed to tell her about them and hung her out to dry. As a result she was under arrest and sitting in a used Abena in the back of a police car while her daughter was dropped off at home. From there she was transported to the county, placed in a holding cell and told the nurse would be by soon to put her into a fresh diaper.

~

It was nearly two hours before relief came in the form of a pink diaper, white t-shirt and orange sweat pants. The nurse made quick work of changing Alicia's messy pants and informed her it was her lucky day. The prosecutor had stopped by the building to meet with the new arrivals.

 

Fully clothed the 37 year old was led from the holding cell and into a small cubicle where an older gentleman with gray hair sat reading a file. He looked up when she walked in. “Alicia Harris. You were brought in for driving on a suspended license.”

 

“Yes sir.” She said meekly and sat opposite him at the table. “My ex-”

 

“No need to explain. I've read the policeman's report.” He tapped a piece of paper. “And judging from your driving record, or lack there of I should say, I'm inclined to believe you. So this is what's going to happen. You pay off the three tickets, a total of $150, and I'll dismiss the driving on a suspended license charge. Your license will also be reinstated.”

 

A smile lit up Alicia's face. Finally something was going right. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I have a check book in my car, but it was towed.”

 

“No problem. The impound lot is just a block away.” The prosecutor stood up and indicated for her to follow him. “Now let's get you checked out of this place and I'll walk over there with you.”

 

At the intake desk she was informed that the clothes she was wearing belonged to the county so she would have to give them back before she could leave. Tentatively she pulled the shirt up over her head and lowered the sweats down her legs. Clad in only a bra and pink diaper she handed the jail attire to the guard and was given her release papers.

 

Alicia was out of jail but faced a new problem, she was going to have to parade herself through downtown in just her undergarments such as they were. The prosecutor opened the door to the world and offered to let her hide behind him as much as was possible. She drew many amused stares from people on the street and some outright laughter. It wasn't until they reached the gate at the impound yard that Alicia realized that she had drenched her diaper on the walk.

 

A short talk with the man in the booth got her car pulled around front so she could go through the center console, find her checkbook and pay off the tickets and the impound fee. Receipts were issued, her keys returned and she was at last able to get out of view of the public and make her way home.

 

Back at home she went to her room and collapsed on the bed. It had been a long day and all she wanted was for it to be over. Unfortunately it was only 6:00. Courtney knocked softly on the door and came in. “Need me to change you?”

“Yes please.” The elder Harris rolled on to her back. “What did you want to eat?”

The teen set to work on the task at hand. “I didn't know if you were going to be home tonight so I ordered a pizza. There's some leftover in the fridge if you want.”

 

“Thank you sweetie. When you're finished here I'll go grab some.” She paused and then grinned. “You know this is probably one of the last times you're going to have to do this. As of tomorrow morning I'm out of diapers during the day.”

 

The last tape was stuck in place. “A proud accomplishment for someone your age. Since you won't need me around can I go over to Nicole's for the day? Her family is going to the beach and they invited me to come along.”

 

“I don't see why not. Have fun.” Alicia stood up, made her way to the kitchen and ate a couple slices of the pepperoni deep dish Courtney had ordered. The rest of the evening was spent bumming around on the couch, watching movies and soaking her Abena before her last change for bed. It was only 9:30 but after the day she had she was exhausted.

 

Alicia woke up and looked at the alarm clock. 8:30. She had slept for nearly 11 hours. She certainly felt rested but could also feel the cold soggy diaper between her legs. Maybe she could change herself before Courtney noticed, after all she didn't want to spend another day trapped in diapers. Silently she snuck down to the living room, grabbed a spare Abena from her purse and tiptoed back up to her room. All the effort was for naught as her daughter exited the bathroom and looked at her sagging yellowed pants.

 

“Looks like someone isn't out of diapers quite yet are they?” The teen undid the tapes and let the garment fall to the floor with a splat. “You know, one more wet night before Wednesday and you'll get seven more nights of diapers too.”

 

The 37 year old didn't say anything, just picked up the used diaper and threw it away. Once that was taken care of she went to the bathroom to do her business and have a long hot shower. Not anxious to be locked in a crinkly prison she spent several minutes applying make up and getting her hair just right. Out of ways to stall the inevitable she wrapped a towel around herself, walked to the living room and was surprised to see her daughter wasn't alone.

“Oh. Hi Morgan.” Alicia felt awkward around the younger girl now that her secret had been exposed. “Were you going to the beach with Court and Nicole?”

 

“Yep! I also brought over a couple things that you're going to need today.” Her daughter's friend smirked.

 

The 37 year old tried to think what she would need that she didn't already have at the house. “What-”

 

“It's a chain and small padlock. We're going to loop it through these shorts like a belt after you're more appropriately dressed for the day.” The younger Harris held up an older pair of cutoff blue jean shorts and two Abenas. “Since I'm going to be gone all day, and you have already demonstrated a willingness to break the house rules, this is the only thing we could come up with to keep you from taking off your own diapers.”

 

She knew she had changed herself twice in violation of the rules but this was over the top. “You can't do that. I still need to go grocery shopping since I didn't get to go yesterday.”

 

“Nobody's stopping you.” Courtney laid her mother on the floor, proceeded to double diaper her, pull on the shorts and lock them in place. “And it was either this or hire Mrs. Nelson's granddaughter to babysit for you. I figured you wouldn't like the idea of a 12 year old being in charge. If you would rather I can run across the street and see if she's available.”

 

The bulk of two Abenas between her legs made Alicia have to waddle around like a toddler. “Ugh. I can't leave the house like this. Everyone's going to be able to tell what I have on underneath.”

 

“Would you rather have a babysitter?” Her daughter started walking towards the door. “C'mon Morgan, we gotta get going so we aren't late.”

 

“Yes.” Oh God did I really just say that? Once I get the shorts unlocked I can put on something to cover this bulk and tell Cassie that I need help running errands today. Chances are I have enough padding on that I won't need a change anyway. “Unlock me so I can put on something less revealing and go get her.”

 

“Okay.” Clearly Courtney wasn't prepared for this but handed her the padlock key anyway.

 

Once her daughter and Morgan were out the door she hurriedly released herself, ran to the bedroom and put on a long flowing skirt. Her butt still poofed out a a bit but it was far better than the holey shorts she had been wearing. When she returned to the living room Cassie Nelson was there but Court and Morgan were not, presumably they had gone to the beach. “Hey Cas. What did they tell you about why you're here?”

 

“Just that they were going out and needed me to take care of you for the day.” The small girl looked somewhat confused.

 

Thank God they hadn't used the word diaper. “That's right. I have a few errands to run and hoped that if I gave you a little money you would be able to help. How does $25 sound?”

 

The girl agreed and soon they were on their way to the grocery store. After an hour of traipsing up and down the aisles Alicia let her morning orange juice flow back out of her and into the thirsty diapers. Not long after that all the items from the list were in the cart and the pair was in line to checkout. The groceries paid for it was time to ditch the kid and be on with her life. “Thank you so much, you've been a great helper today. I think that's all I needed to do, here's your money I can drop you off on the way home.”

 

“No can do Ms. Harris. Courtney said I had to spend the whole day with you or you would be in trouble, whatever that means.” Cassie took the money, buckled herself in and looked questioningly at the older woman.

 

“In that case how about we stop on the way home for something to eat.” Damn. I need an afternoon to relax but I guess that isn't going to happen. “How about McDonald's?”

 

“Can we do Taco Bell?” The young girl practically bounced in her seat. “I really love the gorditas.”

 

Unable to offer an excuse of why not, Alicia turned into traffic, and made her way to the restaurant of choice. Cassie ordered two beef gorditas while she opted for the three soft shell taco meal. When they were done they resumed the trip home to put away the purchases from the grocery store. With all of that taken care of it was still only one in the afternoon, several hours before Courtney would be home so the 37 year old offered to put in a movie. Her babysitter chose a Disney classic and the older woman decided that she was going to try and relax and have a glass of wine anyway.

 

Halfway through the Taco Bell was making itself known but there was no way she was going to go through that again. Quietly she snuck down the hall and towards the bathroom where she hoped she could slip out of her diapers and use the toilet. Unfortunately she was not as stealthily as she thought, Cassie caught her trying to leave and asked where she was going. Not wanting to admit to this kid what she had planned and fearful Courtney would find out she had broken the rules once again she simply said she was going for another drink.

 

In the kitchen she wet her diaper once more to relieve some of the pressure and thought of what she was going to do. Tragically when she opened the flood gates on one end the other side opened too. With no choice in the matter she topped off the wine glass and chugged it down. Refilling it again she mustered the courage to head back to the living room and hoped Cassie wouldn't notice what she had done in her pants.

~

Lucky for her the return to the living room drew no unwanted attention. Of course luck was a relative concept considering she was a 37 year old woman sitting in a messy diaper. When the first movie ended another was selected and Alicia bent over to change DVD's. The Taco Bell from earlier took this chance to noisily finish its exodus into the seat of her well used garment. There was no way Cassie had missed this.

 

“Uh, Ms. Harris, do you need any help?” The girl looked on expectantly.

 

Maybe I can play this off as just a fart. Embarrassing sure, but far better than the alternative. “Excuse me. I can't believe I just did that. I'm fine though and look the movie is starting.”

 

Good. Cassie's attention is back on the TV. Now, what am I going to do about getting out of this mess? Perhaps I can fake going to the kitchen for another drink and ditch the dirty diaper while I'm in there. But then what do I put on? There's nothing in the kitchen to properly clean myself with and I don't want to put the skirt on without making sure I won't get it dirty. Dammit! Let's just get another drink and think about it.

 

To the kitchen she went, grabbed the wine, poured another glass and thought that for her fifth glass it was doing nothing to help her relax. She was about to walk head back to the movie when she felt her skirt fall around her ankles. Behind her Cassie pulled on the back of her diaper and noted that she had made a stinky. “Just as I thought. You need a change.”

 

Why didn't I just stick with the locked on shorts? I could have waited and grocery shopped after school tomorrow when I wasn't in diapers. “No I don't.”

 

“You poor thing. You don't even know do you?” The young girl took the older woman's hand and led her to the living room. “I wouldn't be much of a babysitter if I let you stay in that mess. Now wait right here and I'll get you a fresh diaper.”

 

Alicia didn't know what else to do so she just laid on the floor and cried. Moments later her diaper was untaped, she was wiped clean, powdered and taped into a new Abena. There was nothing that could help to live this embarrassment down and to make matters worse not a minute later the wine had her yellowing her new underwear. “I-”

 

“Shh. It's okay.” The 12 year old cooed. “But I think we should keep your diaper uncovered so it's easier to tell when you need a change.”

 

“But-” But there was nothing she could say. Her reluctance to admit she needed changed only proved her need to have a babysitter. Defeated she just sobbed on the floor and stayed that way, in just her t-shirt and soggy pants until the end of 'Aladdin'.

 

Cassie patted her padded bum. “What do you want for dinner?”

 

Alicia's response was to sniffle and wet her diaper again.

 

“Well since I don't really know how to cook, how about we order Chinese?” The babysitter hopped off the couch, ordered from the House of Hunan and poured her charge another drink. “Here, you look like you could use this.”

 

The 37 year old took the offered wine, drank it quickly and curled back up. Her life was over now. She was nothing more than a toddler who needed to be looked after, a point that was punctuated when Cassie spread her legs to change her diaper a second time. How could she be in charge of anyone ever again when she wasn't in charge of her own pants. Soon the doorbell rang to signal dinners arrival but she couldn't bring herself to move.

 

“Ms. Harris? Where's your purse so we can pay?” The young girl allowed the delivery driver into the living room.

 

Crinkling the entire way, Alicia trudged to the kitchen got out a twenty dollar bill and returned to hand it to the driver making no attempt to cover her shame. There was no point, as far as everyone else was concerned she was just a pants wetting little baby. Since she wasn't really hungry she didn't eat the noodles or egg rolls opting instead for another two glasses of wine and to yellow her Abena one more time. Cassie put in another movie and before it ended Courtney had returned home.

 

“So how did it go?” The teen asked the babysitter ignoring her mother on the floor in a wet diaper and sipping a glass of wine.

 

“She messed herself while we were watching movies this afternoon and I don't think she noticed but we got her cleaned up.” The 12 year old recounted the days events. “Then I had to to change her again right before dinner, which she didn't eat, cause she had wet so much.”

 

“She didn't have dinner? We'll take care of that.” Courtney took $20 from Alicia's purse and gave it to Cassie. “You did a great job, I'll let you know if we need you again.”

 

The younger Harris rubbed the front of the elder Harris' plastic undergarment. “Need to go again before I change you for bed?”

 

Alicia sighed, relaxed and doused her diaper. “I'm wearing one of the these tomorrow whether I wake up dry or not, aren't I?”

~

Monday morning found Alicia soaked again. It was hardly surprising considering the amount of wine she had the night before and didn't matter anyway after the talk she and Courtney had at bedtime. After pooping her pants three times in the last two days the elder Harris had agreed to two weeks of wearing protection full time. Week one would be 24/7 in diapers. Week two, diapers at night and pullups during the day but if she had any accidents in the pullups she would be demoted back to diapers until her daughter thought she was ready to start potty training again.

 

A knock on Courtney's door. “Honey, it's morning.”

 

“Ugh.” Several seconds later the door swung open and the teen squished the sodden Abena. “You don't want to go before I let you out to shower? I think we covered last night you have no problems with messing yourself.”

 

Dammit. No bathroom privileges until next Monday morning except to shower. Positive she wouldn't be able to hold it until after school, Alicia informed her daughter she would be back in a minute, returned to her bedroom and emptied her bowels. From the doorway she heard Courtney laugh. “It's not funny lady. Now come let me out of this thing or I'll ground you and you won't be able to go to Morgan's birthday party this weekend.”

 

“Fine. Go shower.” The teen took off the filthy garment.

 

The 37 year old took a long shower, was returned to her new form of underwear and dressed for school. In an effort to alleviate the hangover she drank glass after glass of water all morning and by lunch her jeans had twin half moons where she had leaked.

 

None of the students noticed but Nurse Smith sure did when she went in to be changed. “You never returned my sweat pants so I have nothing for you to cover up with. If you just want to wait here I'll see if I can dry your pants out with the blow dryer in the bathroom.”

 

Alicia waited patiently for a couple minutes, decided that the water she had may have been a bit much and let herself go in her fresh Abena. She had just finished when the door cracked open and in walked Nurse Smith's assistant carrying a third grade boy who was obviously injured.

 

The assistant, Mark, was visibly surprised. “Oh. Ms. Harris. I'm really sorry about this but I'm going to need you to wait in the hall so I can examine Timmy here.”

 

Begrudgingly the teacher gulped, hopped off the exam table and went into the hallway which was empty. An agonizing minute later the nurse returned with her jeans which she hastily took and pulled on without acknowledging the nurses question of why she was in the hall. A quick mumbled thank you and Alicia went to the lounge to eat.

 

The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully, geography with the kids and a game before the buses came to take them home. From there she picked up her daughter from the high school and headed home when she realized she was running low on her supplies. A stop at the drug store netted more rash cream, powder and for good measure another pack of Abenas.

 

Home at last the elder Harris was changed by the younger twice, once before dinner and once before bed. The following morning Alicia woke up in a clean diaper and was somewhat proud of the accomplishment. Of course it didn't mean anything since she would soon be making it messy so she could shower for work. Once the morning business was taken care of she rinsed off in the hot water of the shower, was taped into a fresh pair of underwear and put on a dress for the day at school.

 

At recess she was approached by the principal. “Hey Alicia. I tried to find you yesterday at lunch but you weren't around. All the teachers were signing up for the carnival on Friday. The only thing left is the dunk tank so I guess you're stuck. So bring a swimsuit and be prepared to get wet.”

 

“There's nothing else?” There has to be, I can't wear a diaper in a dunk tank, it'll just absorb all the water.

 

“Sorry. Not unless you can find another teacher to trade with.”

~

The rest of the day a very panicked Alicia asked every fellow employee she could find to switch out of the dunk tank. Even with the offer of money there were no takers. With no other alternative she broached the subject with Courtney on the way home. “What will it take for me to be allowed to not wear a diaper to school on Friday?”

 

The teen gave her a dirty look. “A miracle.”

 

“I'm serious.” I hate having to propose this. “We can add an extra week, just no diapers Friday.”

 

“A week?” Her daughter's face remained impassive. “What's so special that you can't keep your promise?”

 

No sense lying. “It's carnival day at school and I got stuck in the dunk tank.”

 

“That's it? Why don't we just get you some swim diapers?” Said as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

 

“Honey. Those are just for little kids, I'm sure they don't make them for adults.” After all what adult in their right mind would go out in public to swim in a diaper?

 

Courtney's face crinkled into a disappointed frown. “I bet they do.”

 

“And I bet you they don't.” She doesn't seem confident, let's make the stakes interesting. “If they don't, this whole ordeal is over and no more diapers for me.”

 

The teens face lit up at the challenge. “If they do, then Friday you wear just your bikini top and the swim diaper in the dunk tank.”

 

The two shook on it and Alicia turned the car around to go to the drug store. Once they were there both made their way straight to the incontinence aisle where there were in fact swim diapers, though they were only for children. The 37 year old gloated but accepted the 14 year old's offer to go to the hospital pharmacy where there was sure to be a better selection. They were met with the same result and Alicia was confident her torment was coming to an end.

 

“Excuse me, ma'am.” Courtney waved at a sales attendant. “Do you sell adult swim diapers?”

 

“They aren't big sellers so we don't keep them in stock, but if you want I can place an order today-” The attendant checked her phone. “It's Tuesday, they would arrive on the Thursday delivery truck. Is that okay?”

 

The teen got a wide grin on her face and looked at her mother. “So we could pick them up Thursday? What time?”

 

“Any time after 3pm.” The sales lady led the Harris family to the counter and pulled out a catalog. “Have a look through this and let me know when you've made your decision.”

 

Alicia took the book from her daughter. “They don't have any in stock so I was right and this is over.”

 

“The bet was if they made them at all.” She took the book back. “Now let's see what cute little design we should get you. Oh, they have one with ducks. One with Dora. And how cute is this, a pink one with nursery prints.”

 

I have to do something, I can't wear any of that in front of the school. “You were right. You win. But how about two extra weeks in diapers instead?”

 

“I think a chance to not embarrass yourself in front of the school is worth a lot more than that.” Courtney continued to look through the book. “Look, zoo animals.”

 

What does this girl want from me? “A month.”

 

“Nope. Not going to do it, and I found the perfect one.” The teen flagged down the attendant again. “We made up our mind. The plain blue disposable one here.”

 

“How many and what size?” The sales lady punched a few buttons on her keyboard.

 

“One pack of ten should do.” At that point Courtney lifted her mother's dress. “She wears a small to medium Abena so whatever the comparable size that is.”

 

“Looks like she could use a change too if you'd like to use the restroom while I finish ringing up the purchase.”

 

The 37 year old was taken by the hand and led to the restroom, the oversized change table was lowered and she was instructed to sit up on it. The old yellow Abena was quickly off and she was wrapped snugly in a new one. When they had finished the attendant was waiting for them with the total, $17.47 including tax.

 

Not wanting to argue the elder Harris paid, walked out to the car and cursed herself for making such a foolish bet. At least her daughter hadn't gotten any of those silly print diapers she had been looking at. “Thank you for not getting the ridiculously childish ones.”

 

“I thought you would try to protest more when I picked it.” The young girl tilted her head to the side like she was thinking. “You didn't read the description on it did you?”

 

“No.” Worried she didn't know if she should ask. “What did it say?”

 

“Superior protection so that it won't let the water in.” A pause no doubt for dramatic effect. “And it also has the ability to change colors when it's wet from within. So if you wet it starts to turn green, and if you mess it turns pink. I bet people are going to wonder why your diaper started blue to match your top and gradually turned green all day.”

 

Oh great. Now all the people who would have given her the benefit of the doubt and not thought she was in a diaper were sure to know exactly what the thing taped to her waist was.

~

The rest of the night passed by as per usual with dinner and a pre-bedtime change. That night Alicia slept restlessly having nightmares about what was to come. In the morning the status quo resumed, a mess in her diaper, shower, breakfast and the journey to work.

 

For the morning the students were occupied with a need to prepare for the quizzes that awaited them tomorrow on the final classroom day of school. Their teacher reviewed the material, answered any questions they had and released a flood into her Abena. Lunch came, she got a change and resumed the afternoon by playing a Jeopardy style game with the kids. Tina was crowned the champion and the final bell rang. Alicia led the kids to the buses, made sure they were all where they needed to be and then picked up her daughter.

 

On the trek home Courtney squeezed her mom's diaper. “Looks like I have to freshen you up a bit before I go to Nicole's to study. Were you going to want Cassie to babysit?”

 

“No.” The 37 year old realized she had just been checked like an infant and that she had over the course of the last two weeks become used to it. “I'd rather try the padlock.”

 

Twenty minutes later her pants were dry, the shorts were secured in place and Courtney was off to her friends. Perhaps now she could call her friend Lynn, who she had been avoiding due to what she had beneath her shorts, for the last week and a half. Lynn was glad to finally hear from her and agreed to meet for dinner at a greasy spoon called Alphone's.

 

They were seated at a table near the back, ordered diet cokes and their meals. Lynn had a cheeseburger, Alicia chicken strips. The pair chatted about everything that had been going on, everything that is expect for the 34 year roll back of Alicia's undergarments. Having such a wonderful time were they, that as if in the blink of an eye, two hours had passed.

 

During that time Lynn had even made a comment. It was her second trip to the restroom and she was envious of Alicia's bladder. Previously the teacher had always gone more times than her and now she hadn't gone at all. The bemused friend wanted to know her secret. All the poor teacher could do was blush and hope the question would pass. It did and the two, not wanting the fun to end, ended up at the Harris household sipping lemonade in the living room and continuing to chat.

 

The next thing the elder Harris knew, the younger one was walking through the front door. Panic raced through her veins and she wondered how she might be able to avoid what she knew was coming. Perhaps Courtney would let it go as just two grown ups talking on the couch.

 

“What's all this?” The teens angry voice matched her even angrier expression. “I see you can't be trusted at all.”

 

Dammit, I was supposed to be grounded for the duration of my time in diapers. Maybe I can still weasel my way out of this. “Mrs. Rogers wanted to come by and catch up is all. It's no big deal.”

 

“I come home expecting to change your diaper and got to bed because I have exams and I find this.” Courtney held up a doggie bag from Alphonse's that had been sitting on the coffee table. “Do I need to remind you about the house rules?”

 

Alicia glanced at her friend who had a look that suggested she would rather be jumping into a volcano than present for this. “You better go Lynn. I'll talk to you later.”

 

“Apparently I do.” The teen ignored her mother's attempts to diffuse the situation and put her hands on her hips. “25 spanks with the hair brush for going out while grounded and 25 more for trying to lie about it.”

 

“Goodnight all.” Lynn Rogers headed for the door but couldn't stop staring at her friend. “Maybe we can talk when your punishment is over and you can explain what's going on here.”

 

Alicia could only wave a meek farewell as she was laid on the floor, her pants unlocked and pulled down to expose her soaked Abena. Before her friend had made it to the door her diaper was untaped and her daughter had gone to get the hair brush. “It's my own fault. Please don't hate me. I'll explain later.”

 

Mrs. Rogers exited the door and Courtney entered from the bedroom. “I want you to count them off as I spank you.”

 

Not wanting to carry it on any longer than it need be, Alicia counted her way through the longest and hardest spanking of her life. When it was over she was taped in a fresh new Abena and sent to bed to dream of what horrors tomorrow may bring.

Thursday morning Alicia woke up wet, not that it mattered, proceeded to mess her diaper and move on with the rest of the morning activities. Once she arrived at school she settled in for the day. A review of the test questions with the students, basically asking what 2+7 was when the quiz would want to know the result of 7+2. This took the class to recess where she was able to wet her pants with nobody around. Afterwords came geography where she once again provided the answers to all the test questions and then administered the quiz.

 

The teacher received a change at lunch and continued with the same review/test pattern in the afternoon. When the day was over everyone had of course passed the first grade. The students were escorted to the bus, she picked up her daughter and they stopped at the hospital pharmacy on the way home to get her bathing suit bottom for tomorrow. At home it was spaghetti Thursday, thunder clouds rolled in and she and Courtney huddled under blankets as the rain poured down. The 37 year old was happy, if things kept up the way they were the carnival would be canceled in the morning and she wouldn't be stuck in the dunk tank.

 

When the elder Harris was getting taped into her diaper for bed by the younger one the power went out. After a series of bad decisions, most notably betting with her daughter and inviting her friend over while grounded, things were starting to work out good. That night, despite the torrential downpour outside, Alicia slept the best she had in a long time.

 

Friday morning, the 37 year old woke up feeling cold. She groggily opened her eyes, looked down and saw that the sheets had been pulled down and that Courtney was halfway through changing her diaper. “What? I want to take a shower.”

 

“Well it's 7:30 and we have 10 minutes to make it to school so I doubt you have the time.” The teen finished taping on a swim diaper. “The power went out in the night, I almost didn't realize you weren't up yet until I went down for breakfast.”

 

“Then why are you up?” Alicia was still trying to wipe the slumber from her eyes.

 

Courtney pointed at the clock by the bed flashing 12:00. “My alarm has batteries. Now grab your stuff or we'll be late.”

 

The elder Harris quickly threw on her bikini top, a t-shirt and blue jeans. She followed that by packing some extra diapers of both kinds in her purse Just in time they were out the door and on the way to school. She dropped her daughter off and entered the elementary fully expecting the carnival to be called off due to the weather. That was not to be the case.

 

After the teacher had entered her classroom an announcement was made over the public address system. “Due to the in-climate weather outside, as many games have been set up in the gymnasium as was possible. We hope you enjoy the day and everyone, please have fun.”

 

Please don't let the dunk tank have been set up. Please don't let the dunk tank be set up. “Okay class, everyone line up!”

 

The students eventually were all in a single file line ready for the trip to the gym. Their not so confident teacher led them on their way and cringed when she saw her allotted event arranged in the far corner. Once the kids were where they were supposed to be she slowly walked to her assigned station.

 

Alicia had no problem removing her shirt to expose her bikini top while the principal was addressing all the students but was reluctant to drop her skirt. She was about to leave it on and sit on the break away platform of the tank when Amy Peters, a second grade teacher, asked why she still had it on. Unable to come up with a reason she reluctantly dropped the skirt and took her position.

 

Between kindergarten and third grade there were 486 kids that would eventually be lined up to hit the buzzer and drop her into the water below. Fortunately the swim diaper was fairly thin and easily mistakable for a regular bikini bottom. Unfortunately since she had woken late and not had an opportunity to take care of her morning necessities she knew it wasn't going to stay that way. For half an hour she sat and watched as students continued to miss the buzzer, all the while the pressure built up on her backside.

 

Forty six minutes in a third grader named Tommy Jones hit the mark. When the board beneath gave way and was no longer pressing against her so did her control of the mess trying to escape. Alicia plunged into the water and never wanted to surface. While she was underwater everything that she had been holding in all morning emptied out. Eventually her head came above water but she didn't want to return to her position on the board.

 

“C'mon. You've already been through the worst of it, let's go!” The principal laughed.

 

With no other choice Alicia climbed the ladder to get back on the platform trying to hide her lower half as much as was possible. It didn't work as a second grader commented on her new status. “Look, Ms. Harris' swim suit changed color! It's green and pink now!”

 

“It's magic.” The teacher said as she lowered herself onto her mess. “Who's next?”

 

Three more students took their turn before she was knocked into the tank again. This led to another shameful climb up the ladder to her perch and another 30 minutes of sitting in a filthy diaper until lunch. At last she would be able to find Nurse Smith, get a change and hope for the best. Taped into a fresh swim diaper she headed to the lounge to eat.

 

“You're very brave.” A male voice spun her around.

 

Pretending not to hear she continued on her way but the voice repeated itself. “I'm sorry?”

 

“You're brave for not hiding your incontinence.” A handsome man ran up beside her and shook her hand. “Most people would try to hide it but you aren't covering your diaper at all.”

 

Stunned the 37 year old just froze and wet her diaper in front of this stranger. “What are you talking about?”

 

“You're wearing a swim diaper. My little girl has a little swimmer just like it.” He pointed at her waist. “It's okay, a medical condition is nothing to be embarrassed about. And by the way, I think you need a change again.”

 

Alicia blushed. “Thank you. What's your name?”

 

“Alan Freeman.” They shook hands. “Are you doing anything tonight?”

~

“I'm busy tonight.” Alicia took a pen from the nearby bulletin board and wrote her cell and home numbers on Alan's hand. “But maybe next week we could do something.”

 

He smiled. “I'd like that.”

 

The two parted ways and the 37 year old was as giddy as a school girl. It had been over a year since she had last been with a man and far longer than that since she had been on a date. She though about how cute he was and how polite he had been. Then it struck her that he had known it wasn't a bikini bottom. How many other people must have noticed? Thank God it's the last day of school and I won't have to see any of these people again the rest of the summer. By next year they'll have found something else to gossip about in the lounge instead of her underwear choice.

 

Lunch ended and Alicia found herself once again perched on the dunk tank platform. Much like the morning most of the kids threw and missed but three more times she was plunged into the water, the second time down she took the opportunity to relieve an urgent pressure on the inner wall of her bladder. On the way back up the ladder she saw that her bottom was completely green, she would need a change or she would leak for sure.

 

Eventually the teachers torture ended with the final bell and she could head to the nurse's office to be put back into an Abena for the afternoon. Fresh and dry she said goodbye to the elementary for the year and picked up Courtney who was glad to be done with exams.

 

“That last test in biology was such a pain.” The teen flopped back in the passenger seat and let out a sigh. “But I'm sure I passed so you don't have to worry. How was your day?”

 

“Considering it started with me messing in my swim diaper in front of 400 some kids and parents and had to walk around with a pink butt.” The elder Harris paused to reflect on the events. “It amazingly ended okay. I met a guy.”

 

“What?” Courtney nearly flipped her lid. “Who is he? What's he like? Is he cute?”

 

Alicia smiled at the enthusiasm her daughter showed towards her love life. “His name is Alan and yes he is an attractive man and very sweet. He wanted to go out tonight but I told him I was busy.”

 

“Yeah. He probably wouldn't understand you having a babysitter.” The teen dug through her bag. “That reminds me, I'm going over to Morgan's tonight and won't be home again until Sunday afternoon. Cassie will be over around the time I leave.”

 

They arrived home, Courtney packed for her weekend excursion and true to her word Cassie arrived at 4:00. Mother and daughter said their goodbyes and Alicia started making dinner for her and the 12 year old who would no doubt be closely monitoring her pants.

 

Cassie entered the kitchen. “Ms. Harris? You know with your pants on I can't see when you need to be changed.”

 

“That's okay. I'm a big girl, I can let you know.” The 37 year old continued to cut potatoes.

 

This answer didn't seem to appease the young girl. “But I'm in charge and I need to be able to tell. So what I was thinking was that we could do like last weekend and you don't cover your diaper while at home.”

 

Alicia set the knife down and turned to face her babysitter. Would she back down or give in to this kid? Dammit, she was an adult and could wear pants if she wanted to. “Not this weekend though sweetie.”

 

“That's it! You have to do what I say cause I'm in charge!” She stomped her foot to show she meant business. “If you don't, Courtney said that I can give you a spanking.”

 

That turned bad quickly. There has to be some way out of this, I can out wit a 12 year old. “And if I said that Courtney doesn't have the authority to allow you to?”

 

“Then I'm to lock on your pants and go home. When you need a change you'll have to come to my house.” Cassie shrugged. “But since I was planning on babysitting all weekend and now I apparently won't be, maybe I'll spend some time at a friends or go to the park. So unless you want to take your chances, you might want to do what I say.”

 

What are my options here? A, I could take off my pants, parade around in just a shirt and diaper and have the possibility of getting a spanking; or, B, maintain dignity, send Cassie home and risk not knowing if, when or where I might get my pants changed.

~

“I don't have much choice do I then.” Alicia begrudgingly lowered her pants and kicked them away. “Happy?”

 

“Yes.” Her babysitter smiled. “What's for dinner?”

 

“Chicken, mashed potatoes and corn.” The elder woman resumed cutting the potatoes. “Anything else?”

 

Apparently there wasn't as Cassie skipped back into the living room to watch TV. Alicia took the opportunity to slide her pants back on but left the button undone so she could pull them off if she heard the 12 year old coming. There were no more interruptions and her pants were once again on the floor when she announced dinner was ready. The two ate mostly in silence until the young girl wanted to know what the plan for the evening was. Still surly from earlier Alicia replied that she was in charge why doesn't she decide.

 

Cassie thought for a minute. “How about Monopoly?”

 

“Sure, you go set up and I'll put the dishes in the dishwasher.” Alicia suggested.

 

The 12 year old agreed and the two set about their respective tasks. It was a long game since neither player had been able to gain a monopoly. In order to speed it along hotels/houses were allowed to be constructed on any owned property. The 37 year old was so into it she was surprised when Cassie disappeared down the hall, returned with a fresh Abena, and laid her down on the floor.

 

“I don't-” She started to protest until she felt her current diaper squish beneath her. “Oh. Uh. Thanks, I guess.”

 

“See, I told you that I needed to be able to see for myself when you were wet. Wait right there.” The young girl disappeared down the hall again and returned with a hair brush. “I'm not going to spank you now, but I will leave this out as a reminder to do as you're told.”

 

Not wanting to acknowledge what had just happened Alicia said she was tired, conceded defeat and went to her bedroom. It was only 8:15 but she had a rough day and she wanted some alone time to think about Alan Freeman. Not familiar with how to go about that with a diaper on she took a few minutes to realize she could pull the garment to the side. After that it didn't take long to release some pent up frustrations.

 

During the night her bladder woke her up. Proud that she hadn't just gone in her sleep she looked at the clock and saw it was 1:36. Figuring there was no point in holding it Alicia flooded her Abena. At least she would know she hadn't wet the bed. A step forward after an unsettling step back when she didn't realize she had gone during Monopoly.

 

The next morning she awoke bright and early at 6:45. First day of vacation and I'm waking up earlier than I did during the school year. I guess that's what I get for going to bed at eight o'clock. Can't fall back to sleep so might as well get the morning started. Alicia squatted down next to her bed, took care of the first priority and set of in search of her babysitter so she could be released for a shower. The 12 year old was nowhere to be found but there was a note on the refrigerator door.

 

It read: 'My mom called me back home to help with some things. I was going to wake you and lock you in your pants but you looked too cute with your thumb in your mouth so I let you sleep. Instead I took all your diapers to my house with me so you wouldn't be able to cheat. I should be back by 10 in the morning so hopefully you're okay until then. If not you know where I live, come on over and I'll change you.'

 

So now what do I do? I'm not about to go to her house in a messy diaper and get changed in front of her grandmother and who knows who else. Should I call Courtney and complain my babysitter left me alone? How dumb is that. It's not like I'm an actual toddler than needs supervision. Cassie's job is to keep me from changing my own diapers by doing it for me. With nothing to change myself into here I'd say she's still doing what she's suppose to even if she's gone. Great, I'm stuck in my mess for three hours. Or am I? I have a diaper in my purse! Sweet! I can get out of this thing, shower and put that one well before ten o'clock. Hehehe. No one will ever know.

~

After stripping out of her old dirty undergarment, a long cleansing shower and taping the Abena from her purse on her hips, Alicia headed for the kitchen. A pot of coffee brewed, pancakes sizzled on the griddle and she was ready to face the day. She had finished the three buttermilk breakfast delights, her second cup of java and was about to grab the Saturday paper when she realized she wasn't wearing pants. To the bedroom she went and when she emerged Cassie was back. “I thought you weren't going to be here til around 10?”

 

“I finished early.” The 12 year old folded her arms across her chest in an imitation of a stern parent. “I thought we said no covering your diaper in the house.”

 

“Was going to grab the paper from the porch so I covered up.” The 37 year old fumbled with the button to her jeans. “I'm taking them off, see. I wasn't going to break the rules.”

 

Cassie didn't seem so sure. “Alright. Let's go out to the living room so I can change you.”

 

“Dry as a bone.” Alicia patted her padded self proudly. “Did you want some pancakes?”

 

“I see someone needs a spanking. Where were you hiding that diaper?” The young girl dug her cell phone from her pocket and brought up a picture on the screen of her charge, thumb in her mouth sleeping soundly while encased in a soaked Abena.

 

“But I wasn't wet last night.” The 37 year old blushed. “How did-”

 

“My note never said I went home last night.” The phone disappeared back into her pocket. “Grandma called me at 6:00 this morning. I took that when I checked on you before I left.”

 

The elder woman was filled with shame for trying to get away with such a stunt. For having been caught so easily and for having a picture of her looking like an oversized three year old taken. It was too much for her system to handle. She curled up on the couch in the fetal position, started bawling her eyes out and her thumb found its way back between her lips.

 

Not sure if it was minutes, seconds or possibly hours later, Alicia finally started to calm down. She felt Cassie's hand gently rubbing her back and that her diaper was now squishy between her legs. “Please-”

 

“You want me to delete the picture, don't you?” The babysitter took out her phone and handed it to the crying woman. “Go ahead and do it yourself, that way you know it's gone. Why don't I get you some wine and you can just take the whole day to relax and not worry about anything.”

 

“Thank you.” The 37 year old sat up, wiped her eyes and rid the world of that accursed picture. A few seconds later she was given a glass of Pinot Gris. “You're a very good babysitter you know.”

 

“Speaking of which, we need to get you into some dry pants.” The young girl grabbed an Abena from the pack by the door where she had left it upon her return earlier in the morning. “I do still have to give you a spanking for changing yourself and lying about it earlier. Might as well get it out of the way now and not have to worry about it the rest of the day.”

 

Knowing there was no sense in arguing, Alicia quickly drank the ¾ of the glass of white wine she had left, nodded and laid on the floor. Her diaper was opened and the swats began on her exposed bottom. They didn't hurt and it was over before she realized it had been 25 smacks. The new undergarment was secured in place and her babysitter disappeared to the kitchen to refill the glass.

 

It was just passed noon when her second glass was emptied and she stood up to make lunch. When she arrived in the kitchen Cassie was hard at work making a gourmet meal of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with a side of potato chips. Starting to feel a little buzzed Alicia chose water to go with lunch, the younger girl had Sprite. Once the food was gone and the paper plates disposed of properly the pair returned to the living room to partake of an afternoon movie marathon.

 

Most of the afternoon Cassie kept the elder woman's glass filled and Alicia kept her diapers soaked. The alcohol was going straight through her but she didn't care. In fact, as drunk as she was starting to feel she didn't care about much of anything. At close to dinner her diapers had been changed multiple times and she was sitting in just a bra and Abena, her shirt having been removed due to a spill of her drink.

 

Dinner arrived in the form of the pizza man at the door. Cassie suggested her charge go to the kitchen so she was out of sight and Alicia thought it was a good idea. Having not had to move from her spot on the floor all afternoon she didn't realize how impaired her coordination was and fell back to the ground as soon as she had stood up. Not wanting to fall again, but also not wanting to be next to the door when it opened she reverted to an easier form of transportation.

 

That was the moment her babysitter opened the door and the pizza man stepped in to see her droopy diaper on full display as she crawled across the floor. To make matters worse her bladder betrayed her and overflowed the Abena to cause a stream to run down her legs. There was nothing more she could do than cry and continue the trek to the kitchen.

~

“Uh oh.” Cassie called over her shoulder. “Looks like someone tinkled on the carpet. No worries, we'll get it cleaned up after we eat.”

 

“Um. That'll be $13.41.” The pizza man looked on in awkward amazement.

 

The young girl paid with the fifteen dollars she had taken from Alicia's purse, ushered the delivery boy out and closed the door. “Sorry about that. You weren't fast enough.”

 

The 37 year old didn't respond just crawled her way back to the living room for deep dish pepperoni. Throughout the rest of the night there was more wine and more diaper changes. None of it bothered Alicia, she was too inebriated to care. Before Cassie went to bed she put her charge in a fresh Abena and coaxed her to her bedroom. For her part the elder woman relaxed and allowed everything to transpire around her.

 

At 8:00 the next morning Alicia was jarred awake with a knock on the door. Cassie entered with a frown on her face. “Grandma wants me to go to church today. Do you want to go with us or shall I lock you in your diaper?”

 

Still somewhat hungover from the day before Alicia laughed. “I haven't been to church in years. Lock it on!”

 

“Alright.” Cassie changed the Abena Alicia had soaked during the night. “Church gets out around noon, so I should be back by 12:30.”

 

Without a care in the world the 37 year old rolled over and passed out once again. An hour later she woke up feeling pressure building on her backside. Not worried because Cassie would take care of it she let loose, filled the seat of her pants til they were almost bursting and then fell asleep. She didn't move again until quarter to one when her babysitter shook her awake.

 

“Aren't you a stinky baby.” The 12 year old waved her hand in front of her nose. “We should get some new diapers so I can change you.”

 

The mention of her undergarments somewhat drew Alicia's attention. “Change please.”

 

“Sorry.” The package that formerly contained the Abena's was held in front of the elder woman's face. “You're in your last diaper. We need to go to the store to get you more.”

 

Tears flowed down the 37 year old's cheeks. “But I'm messy.”

 

“I know sweetie.” Cassie grabbed the keys to the car and shook them in front of her charges eyes. “Take us to the store and we can get you clean pants.”

 

Eight minutes later they were in the drug store parking lot and the 12 year old was taking money from the elder woman's purse. Sitting in the car awaiting her babysitter's return Alicia felt the stares of everyone who exited the store. Could they tell she was sitting in a dirty diaper? What would they say if they knew? It didn't matter. Her babysitter returned, had her lay in the back seat and proceeded to clean up her mess. A few people walked by, but if they noticed what was going on they were polite enough not to say anything.

 

Fresh and clean Alicia rubbed the front of her plastic undergarment. “Can we sit around home all day again? I don't feel so well.”

 

Cassie agreed and soon enough they were back at the house. The 37 year old curled up on the couch with a movie playing and sipped the water that had been brought out for her. Two refills later she felt the need to mess again and let loose noisily. The young girl didn't say anything, just laid the elder woman on the floor, untaped the Abena and set to work wiping her bottom.

 

That was how Courtney found them upon her return home. “Have a good weekend?”

 

“We sure did.” Cassie answered for Alicia whose thumb was in her mouth. “I had to spank her yesterday for changing her own diaper but since then she has been a lot more accepting of everything that's been going on.”

Monday morning Alicia woke up calm, refreshed and most importantly dry. Hearing noise from the living room she was excited that she would be out of diapers during the day and bounded down the stairs two at a time. When she reached the bottom it was not Courtney who was there, it was her mother. Embarrassed to be in nothing but a t-shirt and Abena the 37 year old wheeled around and sprinted back up to where she came from.

 

Her mother's voice followed her. “Alicia, get back down here right this instant!”

 

Reluctantly she complied, presented herself in front of her mother and held her head in shame. “I can explain. You see-”

 

“There's no need for that.” Alicia's mom Patricia proceeded to check the diaper. “I see we have a dry baby this morning. Good girl.”

 

Why isn't she surprised by this? How come she called me a baby? “What's going on?”

 

Patricia took a seat on the couch. “I've known about this since the first day you were confined to your crinkly little pants. Courtney called me cause she wasn't sure what she should do and I told her about how when you were little and got stressed out you would regress to a infantile state. You were always so happy when that happened and so worry free.”

 

“Mommy why?” Alicia's head was spinning. Sure the last couple days had been very relaxing having her every need taken care of, but she was an adult now.

 

“When Court told me how the accidents were related to stress after the divorce I wanted to protect you, and your sheets. I told my granddaughter the plan to make you forget your adult cares for a while and she agreed to help. Now that you seem to have cast away the worries of humiliation and the stress of being grown up aren't you happier? Didn't your night time accidents go away?”

 

The 37 year old thought about it a minute. “I guess so.”

 

“So now you have a choice.” Her mom gave Alicia a hug and continued talking. “As of today the punishment is over. If you want you can grow back up and be done with diapers, or, if you want you can stay in them and allow your every need to be taken care of for a little longer. I should tell you that if you do grow up and ever need to regress again, all you have to do is bring a diaper to Courtney, myself or a trusted babysitter and have them put it on you. We will then take care of you for as long as you need and you can grow back up by simply removing it on your own. If you take it off yourself you better be prepared to be an adult for at least a week, so make sure all your stress is gone.”

 

For Alicia the choice seemed like a no-brainer, of course she was going to be an adult again. But then the more she thought about how comforting it had been with Cassie and Saturday and Sunday. How all she had to do was relax and enjoy life. Meals had been made for her, she didn't have to stop what she was doing to use the bathroom, and if her diaper was full it she was put into a fresh one. Plus, it was because of her diapers she had met a new man so it wasn't like wearing them was hurting her social life, it had improved it. Maybe there was something to this new lifestyle. She opened her mouth to tell her mother her decision but then instead put her thumb in her mouth and filled the back of her garment until it bulged out.

~

“Well I guess that's one way to answer.”

 

Alicia blushed at her mother's words and snuggled closer to her. “Change please?”

 

“Babies aren't allowed to ask such grown up questions.” Patricia rubbed the 37 year old's back. “But I guess since it's so obvious you are messy I don't really need to check you this time. In the future you are to be content in your diaper until I, or one of your other caretakers, comes and determines if you are ready to be changed. Understood?”

 

“Yes mommy.” Alicia laid down on the floor so her mother could, for the first time in 34 years, clean her dirty bottom. When the process was complete she was led into the kitchen for breakfast. There she saw Courtney devouring scrambled eggs. “Oh! Can I have eggs too please?”

 

“I guess since you asked so nicely.” Patricia smiled and patted her head. “Now while I have you both here, I have some house rules of my own to go over. First, as long as you are regressed you will be Courtney's little sister and will do what she says. Second, you are not to do anything an adult would do. You are for all intents and purposes a one to two year old infant. Third, if you want to go out with friends but do not wish to end the regression, they can come and pick you up, but they will be responsible for you and your diapers. They will be babysitting you.”

 

The 37 year old had a couple questions. “Can I shower? And what if Alan calls and wants to go on a date?”

 

“Hygiene is important so you will be given a bath every night before bed. I'm not sure if you want to go on a date as a baby though. It seems a bit strange.”

 

“He already knows I wear diapers and he didn't mind.” Alicia protested.

 

Courtney weighed in. “We could always double diaper her before she goes out so she won't need a change til she gets home.”

 

“I guess that would be acceptable.” The grandmother replied. “Any other questions?”

 

Not able to think of anything Alicia waited for her eggs to cook, nibbled on some toast and lost herself in her new role. Before she knew it a bib was tied around her neck and her mother had eggs on a fork and making airplane noises on the way to her mouth. She felt just like a toddler, it was great.

 

Once breakfast was complete Courtney rode her bike to Nicole's house, Alicia's mother loaded Alicia into the car and they set out for the drug store. New supplies were needed, mainly a couple bottles, pacifiers and a changing mat in case of accidents during that process. While they were out more diapers, cream, powder and wipes were picked up as well.

 

Before entering the grocery store Patricia pulled the thumb from Alicia's lips and replaced it with a paci. The 37 year old hardly batted an eyelash and held onto the cart as they walked through the door. She drew a few unusual stares as they trekked up and down the aisles but for the most part people were too busy doing their own thing to pay much attention. That was until daughter and mother were in the frozen food section and a dark stain appeared on the younger woman's jeans.

 

“I'm so sorry dear.” Patricia said upon noticing. “I forgot to check your diaper. Let's get you to the bathroom and get you cleaned up.”

 

Alicia's cheeks burned red and she sucked harder on her pacifier as she was led to the handicap restroom at the front of the store. Once there her mother made quick work of taping on a fresh Abena but the damage had already been done. With the huge wet patch her pants were now unwearable. Slightly nervous she stepped out of the bathroom to the curious stares of the other patrons.

 

Realizing she was putting on a show she asked her mom. “Can we just go home now?”

 

“I'm sorry I let you leak, but babies aren't embarrassed by their diapers and you wanted to be a baby.” Patricia picked up the cart where she had left it. “We don't have that much more to go anyway.”

 

Begrudgingly Alicia placed her hand back on the cart and to follow her mother around the rest of the store.

~

Contrary to her mother's bold prediction, Alicia spent the next twenty minutes crinkling her way loudly around the supermarket. A few young children commented on her attire but they were quickly hushed by their parents. The groceries paid for and loaded in the car it was time to head for home.

 

Back at home it took several trips in and out to get all the food, supplies and other necessities inside. Every trip Alicia thought about the neighbors seeing her in naught but shirt, diaper and pacifier. She thought about whether or not she had made the right decision in becoming a dependent infant. She wondered what was for lunch. After all, she had just paraded around in public in the same attire, what did it matter now who else saw her like this.

 

Lunch consisted of fish sticks with macaroni and cheese and juice. Really getting into her role the 37 year old ate them with her fingers and got her face and shirt quite messy. Her face washed and shirt removed she went out to the living room to watch a movie while Patricia loaded the dishwasher. A few minutes into the feature presentation Alicia dozed off on the floor. She awoke in time for the ending credits and let loose a stream into her pants.

 

“Look at her pissing herself in her sleep. She really is a baby isn't she.” The voice belonged to Nicole.

 

Alicia realized they hadn't seen her open her eyes and quickly shut them. No sense letting them know she was awake. She would just lay here and see what happened next. Hopefully she would come through the experience with a little bit of dignity intact.

 

Morgan spoke up. “I can't believe your grandma put you in charge of your mom. Do you get to make her do whatever you want?”

 

“It's not like that.” Courtney sounded defensive. “I take care of her like she were a real baby. I wouldn't make a real baby do whatever I want so I won't make her. If you guys want to be allowed to babysit ever you should start looking at her as if she were a two year old and not my mother.”

 

Proud of her daughter the elder Harris stretched her arms above her head and rolled over. Pretending nothing was amiss she looked at her daughter's friends. “Hi guys. What ya up to?”

 

“We're going to a movie.” Nicole answered. “Well, Court and I are at least. My mom is picking us up in a little bit.”

 

“And since I can't go because my parents are going to be out on a 'date night' and I have to stay home with Tina anyway-” Morgan's voice trailed off and she seemed like she was thinking what to say. “I'll be babysitting you too. Don't worry, I told my mom that I picked up another kid so she's going to have Tina's room ready for you when Nicole's mom drops us off on their way to the movies.”

 

“I have your diaper bag packed and ready to go.” The younger Harris reassured the elder.

 

Alicia wasn't sure she liked the idea of having to share a room with her former student. What would Tina think about her underwear and the idea of being 'older' than her. The 37 year old wanted to remain in her regressed state because it was fun to have everything taken care of and be stress free, but could she go through with it? Then she remembered the morning at the grocery store, she had already been through worse, so why not. “Thank you big sis!”

 

“No problem sweetie.” Courtney replied. “How about we get you into a fresh Abena before we go?”

 

Figuring that at some point all three of the girls would be changing her pants anyway Alicia didn't protest when her new mat was laid out on the living room floor and she was placed on top of it. Just then there was a noise in the driveway and all four heads turned to look. Nicole's mom was there to taken them to their respective destinations, her clean underwear would have to wait.

~

After being hastily dressed in a shirt and shorts that allowed her diaper to peek out the leg holes and above the waist Alicia was led outside and buckled in the back seat of Nicole's mom's car. A couple minutes after that the group arrived at Morgan's house. It was a little passed three in the afternoon and the Nelson's were waiting in the driveway. They had a couple of short words with Morgan, got in the family's blue Buick Rendezvous and were off.

 

Morgan then came and unbuckled the 37 year old. “Mom said your bed is all set up in Tina's room and they left money for pizza.”

 

“Yummy! Pizza!” Alicia clapped her hands and entered the house. Directing her attention to the girl on the couch watching a cartoons. “Hi Tina.”

 

“Ms. Harris?” The 7 year old's face contorted into a look of disbelief. “What are-”

 

“Tonight she isn't Ms. Harris, she's Alicia or Ali and she's just a little baby. That reminds me.” Morgan took the change pad from the diaper bag, laid it then Alicia on the floor and removed her shorts. “Somebody needs a change.”

 

Tina watched in stunned silence and Alicia allowed her Abena to be untaped. When she was clean she rolled over on her stomach and lost herself in the adventures of Spongebob and Patrick. Soon enough it was closing in on dinner time, Morgan placed the call and was told that it would be ready in 40-45 minutes. While they waited for the food to arrive Tina asked to go out to the backyard and play. Alicia went with her.

 

It had been a long time since the 37 year old had been pushed on a swing and had forgotten how wonderfully free it could make you feel. Soaring back and forth high into the air she squealed with delight. When Tina tired of that the pair dragged the hose over to the sandbox to cook mud pies. By the time Morgan came to fetch them for dinner there was a river flowing across the yard and Alicia's diaper sagged low on her hips. Inside the younger girl was allowed to dig in to the pizza while the big two year old was put into a dry pair of pants.

 

Toddling to the table a bib was tied around Alicia's neck before she was allowed to eat. And eat she did, 5 slices of pizza washed down with 3 large glasses of pop. Feeling extremely full she decided to release some of the building pressure of her bladder into the awaiting Abena and plopped herself in front of the TV for more cartoons.

 

“My, my. Aren't you little miss water works?” Morgan squeezed her diaper. “Bath time is in about an hour, you should be fine until then.”

 

Unconcerned the 37 year old asked. “Can you put in 'The Little Mermaid'?”

 

“Sure.” The babysitter did as requested before retreating to put the leftover pizza in the fridge.

 

Halfway through the film Alicia felt all the soda from dinner catching up with her and let loose a torrent. The hissing noise could be heard over the movie and the Nelson sisters turned their heads to watch the diaper yellow and expand. When she was done Morgan stood up. “It's almost time anyway, I'll go start your bath.”

 

Ten minutes later Alicia was in the bathroom being stripped, placed in a tub full of bubbles and scrubbed clean. She imagined she was being taken care of like this by a strong man like Alan Freeman. She wondered why he hadn't called yet and hoped he would soon. She really wanted to see him again. Before she knew it Morgan had pronounced her squeaky clean, stood her up and began to towel her off. At that point she was told that she could take care of any shaving needs she had, given a razor and some privacy. The task complete she called Morgan back so she could be diapered. The newly 14 year old taped her in, slid on a bra and informed her it was 8:00 and time for bed.

 

In Tina's room she saw the big girl bed where the 7 year old would be sleeping and a toddler bed complete with plastic sheets and railing. It looked almost like an oversized crib though she would easily be able to get in and out by herself. The babysitter tucked her in, said goodnight and turned off the light on the way out. Not sleepy because it was still early Alicia laid there and started thinking more about Alan.

~

All the thoughts of a man taking care of her and cleaning her dirty bum had made Alicia horny. Knowing Tina's bedtime wasn't til ten and that she more than likely had the room to herself for close to two hours she began to rub the outside of her diaper. Soon she was worked into a frenzy and slid her hand inside the infantile garment. Nothing but the thought of sweet release crossed her mind until the bedroom door swung open and she quickly crossed her arms across her chest in an effort to hide what she had been doing.

 

“And what do you think you're doing?” Morgan demanded. “I could hear every last crinkle over the baby monitor.”

 

There is no way I'm going to admit to what I was actually doing. Let's hope she buys a lie. “I was just trying to get comfortable. Honest.”

 

The lights came on in the room. “For some reason I seriously doubt that. But since I can't prove otherwise, how about I get you a warm bottle of milk to help you sleep?”

 

“That would be great.” The 37 year old rolled onto her back watched her babysitter disappear. That was close. Guess I'll have to wait until I grow up to take care of any of those kinds of urges. I wish Alan would call.

 

From the living room the sound of a cell phone ringing could be heard. Alicia strained to listen close to what was said. She heard Morgan's end of the conversation. 'Yes this is Alicia Harris' phone.'

 

'No she can't talk right now.'

 

'No, I'm not her daughter I'm her babysitter.'

 

'I'm babysitting her. I just gave her a bath, put her in a fresh diaper and then to bed.'

 

'Yes, I'll tell her you called.'

 

A minute later a bottle of warm milk was delivered along with the message that someone named Alan had called for her. Mortified that the one man she had been interested in now knew she needed a babysitter, Alicia nursed her bottle and soon fell asleep.

 

She awoke at just passed 6:00am. Her diaper was dry and she reflected on the irony. When I was an adult I would wake up wet. Now that I've become a toddler I seem to be able to keep my bed dry. Hopefully it stays this way when I choose to grow up and be an adult again. I doubt anyone else is awake yet, might as well soak my diaper and go back to sleep.

 

She awoke again just after nine when Morgan lowered the rail to her quasi-crib toddler bed and guided her to the changing mat on the floor. Taped in a fresh Abena she made her way out to the living room where Courtney and her mother were waiting. Soon enough she was back home being fed a breakfast of blueberry pancakes, sausage and orange juice.

 

“How was your night?” Patricia asked wiping syrup from the big toddler's face.

 

Alicia recalled the events of the previous evening and smiled. “Pretty good. I watched TV, played in the backyard with Tina and had pizza.”

 

Her mom rinsed her plate off in the sink. “That does sound like fun. Today we're going shopping. Court wants to get some new clothes and I thought maybe we should find you some new shorts that would cover your diapers better.”

 

“Do I have to go?” The 37 year old whined.

 

“We couldn't find you a babysitter, so yes.” Patricia playfully swatted her padded butt. “Now go see if Courtney can dress you while I finish up in here.”

 

Finding the younger Harris in her bedroom, the elder Harris allowed her shirt and shorts to be removed and a little yellow sundress to be put on in their place. Once dressed she was loaded in the car for the drive to the mall, this time the local one not all the way over in Braddick. Twenty minutes after they arrived and headed towards the main entrance.

 

A gust of wind blew up Alicia's sundress but she was able to hold it down in the front. The back however was a different story. The hem had managed to catch on the waistband of the Abena and put her diapered status on display for anyone walking behind. Her mother, her daughter and her all continued inside unaware of the show that was being put on.

~

It was a short walk to the store Hot Topic, but that was enough time for Alicia's underwear to become a hot topic of it's own around the mall. Upon entering a sales associate helped the 37 year old by freeing her dress to once again cover her diaper. A bit embarrassed, Alicia thanked the lady and followed her daughter to look at shirts.

 

Courtney took her time, carefully inspecting each and every choice, eventually deciding on two that she thought were fabulous. While she was browsing her grandmother had questioned her fashion sense and her mother had wandered off. Alone in the back corner of the store Alicia flooded her Abena to the point that the yellow diaper was just visible sagging below the yellow sundress.

 

“Oh my.” Patricia said when the oversized toddler waddled up to her. “Let's get you changed. Court, can I see the diaper bag and will you watch for people?”

 

Alicia stared down at her shoes. “You're going to change me here?”

 

“Would you rather walk through the food court with your droopy diaper peeking out?” The plastic mat was unfolded in the far corner of the store. “There's nobody around and Courtney will stop anyone that comes in from coming back here. Now lay down.”

 

The 37 year old put her thumb in her mouth, laid on the change pad and allowed her mom to pull her dress up and diaper down. In a matter of seconds she was wiped clean, powdered and taped into a fresh Abena. The used diaper was folded up and handed to her to be disposed of in the trash can outisde the store. As she was throwing it away a pack of teen girls saw her and laughed but they moved off and Alicia rejoined her mother and daughter at the checkout.

 

The rest of the shopping experience went by without any more incidents. Stops at Old Navy, The Gap and Macy's resulted in better fitting shorts for Alicia and a few new outfits for Courtney. It was a little after noon when they departed the mall and after a quick stop at the McDonald's drive thru they were headed home.

 

Once there Patricia said goodbye and returned to her own home leaving Courtney in charge of Alicia. The 37 year old was hoping to be able to lay around the house for the afternoon but the 14 year old had other plans and changed her mother out of a still dry diaper and into a swim diaper. Alicia's bra was replaced with her bikini top, she was given a shirt and a pair of her new shorts to wear and was scooted out the door.

 

The towns public pool was a short four blocks away so the pair went by foot, making it there in about 10 minutes. The elder Harris found a poolside chair and watched the younger one dive in and splash around with the other kids. It didn't take long of watching everyone having fun before the 37 year old decided to strip down to her bikini and diaper and join in.

 

An hour later she and Courtney were involved in a water volleyball game with some other kids and parents. Everyone was having such a good time they didn't notice Alicia's swim suit bottom had changed from blue to green until she had jumped out of the water to spike the ball. Even then it wasn't a big deal. Courtney explained that the color change was because it was wet leaving the fellow volleyball players to believe it was the pool water that had caused the change.

 

When the game was over Alicia and Courtney's team had won and the younger Harris pulled the elder aside. “Do you want me to change you?”

 

“Depends on how long we're going to stay here.”

 

“How about one more game?”

 

“Then I should be fine. After the game you can put me in a regular diaper for the walk home.”

 

Once again they were on the same team but with a new set of faces as teammates. The game was close throughout and was now tied at 20 with Alicia serving. A pair of aces secured the victory and an undefeated day for the Harris family. Retiring on that high note they grabbed their belongings and went into the locker room. Inside they used a cubicle normally for changing clothes to change the older woman's diaper. From there they headed home.

~

Walking through the door the phone was ringing and Alicia promptly picked it up. “Hello?”

 

“Hello to you to.” Alan Freeman's voice answered. “Are you able to talk or do I need to clear it with your babysitter first?”

 

“I can explain.” The 37 year old was embarrassed by the accusation. “Perhaps over dinner?”

 

“Okay. I can deal with that. Pick you up at seven?” He still sounded happy about the possibility of seeing her.

 

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth she gave him the address and collapsed on the couch giddy as a school girl. Turning her attention to her daughter she exclaimed, “I have a date tonight!”

 

“So are you going to be an adult for it?” The 14 year old flipped on the TV and sat next to her mother.

 

Not sure what she wanted Alicia didn't immediately answer. He would be expecting her to wear a diaper, so she could without question. But then again if she was going to come clean about the why of the situation it may seem odd if she did. Would he understand if she told the truth? Would he think she was a freak? “Can I think about it?”

 

“You have until seven when he picks you up.” Her daughter replied.

 

It was near 4:00 in the afternoon now, she had three hours to figure out what she was going to do. For now she sat on the couch and stroked her diaper through her shorts. Between the crinkling and thinking about Alan she had become aroused and decided to waddle off to her bedroom for some alone time. Unfortunately Courtney followed with a warm bottle of milk in hand. Ten minutes after laying down she had finished ¾ of the bottle and then fell fast asleep.

 

“It's quarter to seven!” The younger Harris called. “Time to wake up for your date! You going to be an adult or a baby for it?”

 

The elder Harris looked down at her undergarment which was still dry. Unsure of what else to do she relaxed and soaked her diaper, regardless of what she chose she would do it with an empty bladder. “What do you think?”

 

“You're asking me? I would have thought you'd have wanted to be an adult a long time ago.”

 

“Alright. Diaper me.” Alicia laid herself out on her bed ready to be changed. “If he doesn't understand then he isn't good for me.”

 

Not one to argue Courtney soon had her mother taped into a double diaper and dressed in a nice blouse with a knee length white skirt. At two minutes to seven the doorbell rang. The young girl answered and invited her mother's date in while she applied a bit of makeup.

 

When she walked down the stairs Alan let out a low whistle. “Don't you look exquisite.”

 

The 37 year old blushed and took his outstretched hand. “Where to?”

 

“The Plaza. Hope you don't mind a piano bar.” He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Shall we?”

 

Within fifteen minutes they were seated and looking over menus. Having already decided what he was going to order her date broached the subject Alicia dreaded. “So what's the story with your diapers?”

 

“It's a long story.” She laid her menu on the table. “I think I'll have the spaghetti alla carbonara.”

 

The waitress came around and Alan ordered for the both of them, along with selecting a good wine. Once they were alone again he indicated that he had all night to hear the long story to which she alluded.

 

“Well... It's like this. I had a lot of stress after my divorce and was having accidents at night. My daughter caught me and reminded me of a house rule I made when she was having some difficulties.” Alicia took a drink of her water. “Not wanting to disrespect the rules and make her think I was full of it, I played along and allowed myself to be put in diapers.”

 

Alan leaned back from the table. “Are you still in punishment?”

 

“No.” The 37 year old looked down at the empty bread basket. “I wear them voluntarily now. It's relaxing to me.”

 

“I see.” Her date ran his hand through his hair and then scratched his head. “So do you psychologically want to be an infant?”

 

The waitress returned with their salad appetizers. Alicia dug in without answering. How could she answer the question when she wasn't sure of the answer herself? Hopefully he would see she was uncomfortable with the subject and let it go. She would have to think about it seriously tonight and find out what she really wanted. After that she would let him know.

~

 

Before the appetizers were complete the main course arrived. Fortunately, Alan had been a gentleman and changed the subject to talk about himself. So far she had found out he works as a pediatrician in town and that he, like most men, enjoys sports. By the end of dinner the conversation had swung back to her and she told him about Courtney and working in the school.

 

When the waiter arrived to take dessert orders she selected a hot fudge sundae and felt a rumble in her abdomen. It was then that she realized she hadn't made a mess since yesterday morning. Once the feeling hit, the 37 year old knew from experience that it wouldn't be long before the need to go was inevitable. With a great deal of effort she ignored the building pressure and canceled it from her mind.

 

After dessert, Alan mentioned that all summer long at night there were concerts in the park and asked if she would like to stop by before going home. Proud that she had been able to think her way passed the earlier issue, Alicia agreed. Hand-in-hand they walked the two blocks from the restaurant to the park and sat on a bench. Tonight was oldies music performed by a 1960's cover band.

 

Two hours passed, the concert ended and the couple decided to call it a night. On the walk back to the car Alan wrapped his arm around her waist and Alicia rested her head on his shoulder. No words were spoken, none had to be, it was a perfect moment that they both knew to relax and enjoy. Too soon it was over and they were at his car. Like a true gentleman he opened the door for her and took her home to end the night with a kiss on the porch. She wanted to invite him inside the house but there would be time for that another night, after all they had another date set for Friday night.

 

Courtney was waiting up for her. “So how did it go?”

 

“It was great!” Alicia wrapped her arms around herself, a smile plastered to her face and collapsed onto the couch. “We're going out again Friday.”

 

“Good for you.” The younger Harris hugged the elder. “Now I know you're excited but it's well passed your bedtime, so we'll get you a quick bath and let you go to sleep. How does that sound?”

 

“Okay big sis.” The 37 year old thought that while the bath water was running would be a good time to take care of her earlier problem in her already wet diapers. But try as she might she wasn't able to go, she had waited too long and now it wasn't going to happen. Giving up for now she went to the bathroom and allowed the teen to undress and bathe her.

 

Re-diapered she was put to bed for the evening and once Court had left the room she decided to have a pleasurable time thinking about her evening with Alan. Exhausted from her efforts she soon fell asleep with her thumb in her mouth and did not wake until 8:00 the next morning.

 

Her diaper was dry, but it didn't stay that way for long as there was no point in holding anything in. She was wearing her bathroom after all. From there she threw off her sheet, hopped out of bed and made her way down to the kitchen for breakfast.

 

“Someone sure soaked herself!” Her daughter's voice came from behind her. “You want cereal or oatmeal?”

 

Alicia chose the oatmeal and patiently waited to be fed, for her wet diaper to be changed and the days activities to be laid out. Courtney was going to be hanging out with her friends so the 37 year old could either have Cassie come babysit or go to Morgan's house with her daughter and spend the day with the teen girls. Not wanting to intrude on the young girls life more than she had to Alicia opted for the babysitter. Unfortunately when the call was made to Cassie it was found that she wasn't available.

 

A diaper bag was packed and the Harris girls set out for the day. Upon arrival it was determined by the three teens that it was a nice day to go to the park and watch the boys play football. Sandwiches were made, packed and the big toddler was collected and the group returned to the park Alicia had been on a date at the night before. They set up camp under a tree near the field that afforded a good view of the athletes at play.

 

It didn't take long for some of the guys to take notice of the group and come over to talk. Bored by the conversation Alicia allowed herself to be amused by watching the clouds. So soft and white like her big fluffy diapers. Relaxed and staring at the sky the mess that hadn't come out yesterday came out in full force. Two days worth of soft mass oozed out her backside, slowly expanding to the point the diaper could no longer contain it. The mess spilled over the top of it's waistband and through the leg holes to cover her shorts and the bottom of her t-shirt.

~

“What the hell?” Courtney, Morgan and Nicole each said a word.

 

“I didn't mean to.” Alicia stammered. “I thought I was constipated because of last night.”

 

“Constipated? You crapped a mudslide out the back of your pants!” The younger Harris admonished. “How am I suppose to clean that mess up?”

 

“I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose.” The 37 year old rolled carefully onto her stomach and got up on all fours.

 

Her daughter looked to her friends. “I'm sorry guys, I have to take her home and get her cleaned up. She'll probably need another bath. I'll meet up with you later if I can.”

 

Alicia felt a hand on her arm gently lift her to her feet. Once standing the hand, belonging to Courtney took hers and led her towards the entrance as fast as was possible considering the waddle in her step. From there it was a mile and a half walk back to the house and it took close to forty minutes. About halfway there the 37 year old could feel a rash developing but soldiered on knowing this was the only way she was going to get clean whether she decided to grow up or not.

 

Once at the house she wasn't allowed inside until her daughter had taken the backyard hose to her and sprayed off the excessive mess that coated her clothes. The influx of the water strained the tapes on the diaper to the breaking point and it fell in a dirty pile around her ankles. A torrent of water soon moved to cleanse her nethers and Alicia was finally pronounced ready to go in. The bath was refreshing considering how she had spent the previous hour but the warm water and scrubbing did nothing to alleviate the burning on her backside.

 

As she was toweled off the elder Harris apologized once more. “I'm sorry I ruined your day with your friends. Is me behaving like this hurting you?”

 

“Well, my life would be a lot simpler if you didn't.” The younger one started. “But if this helps you to move on in your life then I will do it.”

 

“So you think I should be an adult again?”

 

“I want to be able to be a normal teenager but I also don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with.” The teen laid her mother out on a diaper, applied a generous amount of rash cream and taped the aforementioned garment in place. “Let me try again to find you a babysitter, okay?”

 

Alicia nodded her head, followed her daughter to the living room and curled up on the couch. The next thing she knew it was ninety minutes later, Courtney was gone and Lynn Rogers was sitting in the recliner watching a movie. “I guess I owe you an explaination.”

 

“That's already been taken care of by your 'big sister'. And if this is what you need right now, I'm here to help.” Lynn smacked Alicia's padded bum. “Now let's get some pants on you, or didn't you want to go a movie and dinner with me? Your diaper bag is already packed and ready to go.”

 

“What movie?”

 

“We'll decide when we get there.”

 

That they did. It was a new horror picture about an escaped mental patient stalking a quiet suburban town. A cliché plot, but a good fright none the less, so much so that by the end Alicia had quite the soaked Abena. Not sure if she should tell Lynn she decided to keep that to herself for now and the pair recounted terrifying moments on their way out to the parking lot. Seated in the passenger seat of her friends Chrysler, Alicia was a little surprised when she felt her diaper being checked.

 

“You could use a change but it can wait til we get to the restaurant. How do you feel about The Western Front? It's the new steakhouse on Tibits.”

 

Alicia fidgeted in the seat. “Sounds great. How long until we get there?”

 

“I see you squirming, do you need me to change you now?”

 

“Yes please.” The 37 year old smiled meekly. “I don't want the rash to get worse.”

 

With that she was placed in the backseat, her underpants untaped and a cool wipe was taken to her skin. It was then, at her most exposed moment, that Alan Freeman and his two daughters walked by.

~

Without hesitation Alicia reached up and pulled Lynn's mouth to hers. Several seconds later she released her grip. “I'm sorry. I couldn't let him see me getting changed.”

 

“Maybe I should just take you home.” Her friend said taping the Abena in place. “This is getting a little weird for me.”

 

The 37 year old pulled her pants on over the diaper. “Don't do that. I promise no more strange things the rest of the night.”

 

A smile and a laugh from her friend and Alicia knew dinner was still on. And what a dinner it was. The steaks and steamed vegetables from The Western Front were exceptional. The two talked and laughed about the movie they had seen and the days events. All the awkwardness of diaper changes forgotten the pair of friends were just as they always had been. It wasn't until arriving home Alicia was reminded of her status, having said goodbye to her friend in the driveway her pants were dropped upon entering the house. Still dry she was put into her pajamas and sent to bed at the early hour of ten pm.

 

As not much of a surprise she awoke the following morning with a sagging diaper hugging her hips. Courtney changed her mother taking care to ensure the rash cream was rubbed in thoroughly. “I'm planning on going to the mall today, did you want to come or should we find you a sitter?”

 

Relaxed the elder Harris flooded her diaper. “Sitter please.”

 

The younger Harris laughed, untaped the now used Abena and slid a fresh diaper under her mothers bottom. “If that's what you want.”

 

Fortunately 12 year old Cassie was already watching one baby girl and thought a second could be fun. Courtney dropped her mother off to the babysitter and went in search of her first summer job while Alicia found herself stripped down to just a shirt and diaper as had become custom. The other baby, 17 month old Jenna, was similarly dressed. Both little girls were given Barbie Dolls to play with and Teletubbies were put on TV for background noise. By 11:00am the pair who had done everything else together this morning had their diapers changed side-by-side on the living room floor before matching bottles of formula were brought out for lunch. Alicia, since she was obviously bigger also got Spaghetti-O's.

 

Full and tired both the 17 month old and 37 year old were laid down for naps while Cassie went to the kitchen and made lunch for herself. When she returned to check on the girls she could plainly see both had soaked their pants and judging from the smell someone had also made a present. Not wanting to wake them to find out just yet she cleaned the dishes and prepared bath water for the pair. Since the 12 year old was sure it was Jenna who had pooped in her sleep the actual baby was woken first and taken to the bathroom, and sure enough there was a load in the back of her pamper.

 

More surprising however was when Alicia was woken up to join in bath time and she realized she had soiled herself in her sleep. “Oh my God! I've never done that before!”

 

“Huh?” Cassie gave a confused look and untaped the Abena. “Oh. Uh, well, no big deal, that's what babies do, right?”

 

“But I'm 37, this shouldn't be happening to me.”

 

The 12 year old lowered her charges into the steamy water. “Well you also have been wetting in your sleep, so is it really that big a deal? You got your diapers on anyway.”

 

It was then that Courtney returned to pick up her mother. A little worried after overhearing what the elder Harris had done she called her grandmother and given permission to further amend the house rules. Anyone who poops their diaper in their sleep doesn't get the option to grow up, they stay a baby for a month.

 

When the news was broken to Alicia she tried to protest but a pacifier was stuck in her mouth and she was left to sulk in the tub. All spiffy clean a fresh Abena was wrapped around her loins and the 37 year old was sent home to begin her month as a true baby. To make matters worse Cassie had informed the Harris' that she would be going to her uncle's cabin in a couple days and be gone for two weeks so a new babysitter would be needed when Courtney was at work.

 

Since there was no one reliable person to be available during the day, a second call was placed to Alicia's mom for advice on what to do. Not really sure herself, she asked to be given a little time and would call Courtney back in a couple hours. In the meantime the 14 year old prepared a dinner of hotdogs and chips and the 37 year old sat in front of the TV to figure out a solution of her own but when the food was served the only thing she had accomplished was to wet her pants without realizing it. Perhaps having someone in charge of her was a good thing after all.

 

Alicia had been put to bed at a more babyish time of 7:30pm but a monitor had been placed by her bed so that if a need to poop arose she could at least tell her daughter in advance and not have it considered an accident. The earlier bedtime also meant that she wasn't around when her mother called back and her fate was decided, she would find out in the morning who would be responsible for her underwear and hopefully it wasn't too humiliating.

~~

The following morning Alicia awoke a little passed 5:00am not surprised to feel her pants squish beneath her. Knowing her daughter wouldn't be functional this time of day she tried to make herself more comfortable and drifted back to sleep until 7:34 this time calling over the baby monitor for a change and Courtney soon appeared. Once in a fresh diaper breakfast consisted of oatmeal and two bottles of formula for her and oatmeal with orange juice for her daughter.

 

“You get to meet your new sitter today.” The 14 year old said sipping her OJ.

 

The 37 year old slowly swallowed a spoonful of her apple cinnamon breakfast entree. “Oh? Who is she?”

 

“A 19 year old college student on summer break. She'll be living here til you're an adult or she has to go back to school, whichever happens first.” A look of concern flashed on the elder Harris' face which didn't go unnoticed by the younger. “Don't worry, grandma knows her family and says she's really nice.”

 

The doorbell rang and Alicia began to nervously suckle her bottle. A few seconds later Courtney ushered in a beautiful college girl who introduced herself as Shannon. “Isn't she just an adorable little baby!”

 

Courtney disappeared to get ready for her first day of work which allowed her infantile mother to get to know the new nanny. Shannon would be helping with cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping and handle most of the diaper changes and all of the driving.

 

By 9:30am Courtney had taken her bike and headed to Scoopie's Ice Cream for work and once she was gone Shannon had found a pretty yellow dress for Alicia to wear out grocery shopping. Remembering the last time she had worn it and how when she wet her Abena had hung below the hem the 37 year old flat out refused. This was a mistake.

 

“Fine.” The nanny returned the dress to where she found it, returned to the living room and stood Alicia up. “I guess you must like what you have on, so you can go in that.”

 

“But I'm just wearing a tank top and diaper!” She tried to break away but was held firm. “I'll wear the dress!”

 

“Too late. Now march your padded behind out the door or do I need to remind you that I am fully capable of spanking your butt red and you'll go out that way anyway.”

 

Extremely unhappy, scared and unsure what to do, Alicia ended up doing as instructed and walking out to the car where she was unceremoniously buckled in for what was sure to be a bad day. Once they reached the grocery store the 37 year old was determined to do what she had to. So when her 19 year old superior came to let her out of the backseat she screamed, slapped at her hands and tried to scramble away. Unfortunately, there are very few places to hide in a sports car.

 

In short order Alicia was caught, pulled from the car, her diaper pulled down and her bottom reddened. No fewer than ten people witnessed the spectacle that ended in the an Abena clad woman being dragged into the store. Inside she was strapped into one of those child friendly carts with a pacifier in her mouth and pushed up and down the aisles while Shannon selected items for purchase. To make matters worse somewhere in the frozen foods she lost her battle with her bladder and now everyone they passed had a view of her yellow underwear leaving little doubt why she was wearing it.

 

At last the ordeal ended, the groceries were loaded in the trunk and the nanny and baby headed home. On the way a stop at the McDonanld's drive thru was made and at precisely 11:17am the pair arrived home. Alicia ate her lunch, including two bottles of formula, had her pants changed and sent to play in the living room. As much as she liked the 'Cinderella' story she was psychologically exhausted from the morning and soon fell asleep. Not surprising, she was a bit damp but not overly wet to where she required a change.

 

Concerned about her charges rash, which was getting better by the day, the Shannon was taking no chances and laid out the change paid. Familiar with the pattern the 37 year old baby laid down on the pad, allowed her Abena to be untaped and relaxed.

 

It was then the 19 year old gasped. “You did that on purpose!”

 

Not sure what was going on Alicia looked down and saw herself peeing on the nanny's hand. “I'm not, I swear!” After she said it she thought about if admitting to helplessly wetting like an infant was better or worse than being thought a bitch.

 

Shannon glared at her. “I'll believe you this time but if it ever happens again I will make the spanking you got earlier look tame.”

 

Locked once again in a crinkly prison Alicia restarted 'Cinderella' and hoped that it never did happen again. A few minutes into the movie Shannon entered the living room with a poster board reading 'Baby Ali's Potty Chart' and pinned it on the wall above the couch. On it were markings for each day for the next week going across the top and on the left hand side were three boxes each for 'morning', 'afternoon' and 'evening'.

 

“Okay little missy, this is how this works. Each time you have to use your diaper you tell me or Courtney or whoever that you are about to use your pants. You can then do so and a smiley face will be marked on the chart. If you are checked and found to be wet or messy and hadn't informed anyone of the need to go than a sad face will be marked. At the end of the week if there are more smiles you'll get a reward; a special dinner, a new toy or movie, the ability to pick your outfit for the week, something nice. If there are more sad faces than you will get a punishment. I'll have to discuss something suitable with your mother and Courtney.

 

Alicia looked at the board and saw one sad face drawn on this afternoon.

~~

The afternoon progressed with the finishing of the movie, a game of twister and a bottle of formula for Alicia while the main dinner of chicken, potatoes and corn was prepared. A little after 6:00pm Courtney returned home, saw the potty chart on the wall and chuckled. While the three ate the 14 year old was brought up to date on the baby's day and the reason for the chart. By the time everyone had finished Alicia had earned herself as smiley face and a discussion about punishments had begun.

 

At that point the baby was sent to play in the living room with blocks and Barbie Dolls while the conversation continued and Patricia was consulted. Bored with her toys she turned on the TV, changed the channel to the news and caught up on events happening locally and around the world. From there it was Entertainment Tonight and a generic sitcom before her daughter and nanny entered the room.

 

“So here's what we agreed would be fair as a punishment.” Courtney turned off the TV. “Either daily spankings every night before bed or no covering your diapers no matter where you are for the week.”

 

“Are those the only two options I get?” The elder Harris didn't like either choice.

 

Shannon interjected herself. “You don't get to choose, it's a punishment so whoever adds up the chart at the end of the week will pick if necessary. But it won't be right?”

 

“No it won't” The 37 year old said but had conviction in her voice as she wasn't sure herself if she could do it anymore.

 

A little more television, another smiley for the chart to put herself ahead of the game and then bed rounded out the evening at a somewhat more reasonable time of 9:15pm. A good nights sleep was followed by a bad morning. Once again she had soaked herself during the night, why oh why did they give her so much formula to drink?

 

Breakfast consisted of eggs, bacon, toast with strawberry jam, orange juice and of course the obligatory bottle of formula. She would have complained but knew that would probably land her in a situation where she only got formula and no real food the way things were going.

 

Alicia was then sent to watch cartoons, Courtney got ready for work and Shannon did the dishes. When the younger Harris was ready to go the elder was dressed in the yellow dress she refused to wear the day before and the three all got in the car to take the 14 year old to Scoopie's. With Courtney dropped off nanny and baby went to the park. Alicia was told to play on whatever playground equipment she wanted while Shannon read a book and watched from the corner of her eye.

 

At first Alicia wasn't enthused and just sat on the ground but when the threat of a spanking was made she quickly moved to the swings kicking herself higher and higher into the air. Over the course of the next half hour a couple more mothers showed up with their children, two boys and a girl. They all wanted to play tag, boys versus girls but of course they needed Alicia for that. After a couple minutes of begging she finally relented and joined their fun.

 

She was looking over her shoulder trying to avoid being tagged by one of the boys when she tripped over her own feet, tumbled to the ground and immediately pooped her pants. For his part the boy smelled the accident, saw what was hidden under her short dress and announced, “Mommy! The lady needs her diaper changed!”

 

Not only had she earned a second sad face for the day, she had once again humiliated herself in public. Shannon collected her from where she was crying on the ground, led her to the nearby restroom and proceeded to clean up the mess. “If you had to go that bad you could have told me and we would have gone home.”

 

“I- I didn't-” The 37 year old gave up on explaining and waited for clean underwear to be taped on her.

 

The 19 year old finished the change by blowing a raspberry on her charge's stomach which made the baby smile. “Did you want to go home or keep playing?”

 

One the one hand she was mortified by what had happened, on the other she was having fun playing and it wasn't like she had anything to hide anymore. “Let's go home. I'm getting hungry.”

 

Back at home the pair ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, chips and cookies for dessert. Shannon drank a diet coke while Alicia was given two more bottles of formula which she drank while watching TV. Her nanny in the meantime told her to have fun, set up the baby monitor and disappeared for close to half an hour.

 

When the 19 year old returned she had a smile on her face. “Hey little one. I was up in the attic and found some of Courtney's old baby stuff you might be able to use.”

 

A stroller and a high chair were then brought into the living room. The 37 year old was certain she wouldn't fit in either, but when Shannon had her try she found that she did. It was a bit tight, but she was told that it would work.

 

“Now I can still go running!” The nanny was excited and disappeared for a minute reemerging in a sports bra and jogging shorts. “Let's get you strapped in, I won't go far today just to get you acquainted with the feel.”

 

Redressed in her sundress and placed in her mobile chair with the straps pushing her Abena into her crotch Alicia shifted in the seat and felt a twinge of sexual excitement from the diaper rubbing her in just the right way.

 

~

A half mile into the run Alicia earned herself the first smiley face for the day and soon realized the benefits of having a wet diaper on runs. By the mile and a quarter marker she was quietly moaning into her pacifier and came in her Abena. Just before the two mile mark and reaching home she came again. Runs were going to be a fun part of her days for the next few weeks.

 

Inside Shannon untaped her and smiled. “I see someone had a good time.”

 

Alicia blushed but didn't say anything. Soon a new pair of plastic underpants were on her, a bottle was in her hands and her nanny was in the shower. With the TV droning on in the background she suckled the bottle until she fell asleep. An hour later she was awoken still dry much to her relief.

 

“I didn't want you to sleep too long or you won't sleep tonight.” The 19 year old cooed.

 

Alicia nodded and returned to watching the cartoons that were on. It had been a long time since Courtney had watched such programming but she found that no matter how old you got, it was still a good source of entertainment. At 5:45pm she was rounded up and taken to the car to pickup the 14 year old from work.

 

A bottle of formula between her lips as she sat buckled in the backseat she felt herself start to leak into the thirsty diaper. “I need to use my diaper!”

 

Shannon turned around from the driver's seat and lifted the hem of the dress. “It looks like you already did. No use trying to lie after the fact, that'll earn you a spanking.”

 

The elder Harris started to pout as the younger opened the passenger door and got in. The trio rode to home in silence where Courtney changed her mother's pants and Shannon cooked up spaghetti. Once it was ready Alicia found herself strapped into the highchair for what she knew would be the first of many meals.

 

Shannon sat next to her and cut the spaghetti into bite size pieces which which could easily be forked into the baby's mouth. Sliced up garlic bread and a pair of bottles of formula followed. Full to the point of bursting Alicia let out a burp which drew laughter from both her caretakers. All three then sat down in the living room for the news followed by a kiddie movie which brought the time to just after 9:00pm and the 37 year old's bedtime. She informed Courtney of her need to go and evened out the potty board before being changed for the night.

 

The next morning the chart was tilted against her as she had once again yellowed her Abena in the overnight. Things were not going well, if they kept up the way they were she would be earning a punishment by the end of the week guaranteed, not something she was looking forward too and would have to do a better job of making sure didn't happen.

 

Breakfast consisted of blueberry pancakes, maple syrup and a bottle of formula. Shannon did the dishes and Courtney, who had the day off from work took charge of her mother. A bikini top, swim diaper and a pair of shorts were placed on her and they were off to the pool.

 

The Harris family had a great time playing volleyball in the water, splashing around and chatting while laying in the sun. During the course of the fun the elder informed the younger of her need to make use of her underwear, did so and earned herself a smiley when they got back home. When they got there a lunch of grilled cheese with tomato soup awaited. Ravenous from their wonderful morning both ate greedily, Alicia being changed into an Abena and fed a bottle after.

 

Shannon had some personal business to attend to in the afternoon. Things she had planned before taking on the nanny role and couldn't cancel. As a result Courtney took her mother along with her to Morgan's house for the afternoon. The teens spent most of the time in the living room gossiping while Tina and Alicia were sent outside to play.

 

Her 7 year old former student suggested hide-and-seek and the 37 year old agreed. Tina was to hide first so Alicia covered her face and started counting to 20. She gave the traditional call or ready or not here I come and set to looking. Being the younger girls yard she had the advantage but Alicia was determined to make short work of locating her. High and low, in trees and under bushes, the search went til at last Tina was found beneath the back porch.

 

Back and forth they went looking for each other until Courtney came to fetch her mother, who at the time was hiding where she had originally found Tina. When the 37 year old crawled out she was as dirty as can be much to the 14 year olds chagrin. “Looks like someone is getting a bath when we get home.”

 

“I was having lots of fun though.” Alicia's words trailed off as she realized perhaps she had been having too much fun and not paying enough attention to other things.

 

At first Courtney was confused. “What's wrong? I'm going to have to put up a sad face when we get home aren't I?”

 

The elder Harris bowed her head in shame and followed her daughter down the driveway and back to the house. Dirt covered clothes and soggy underpants removed once they were inside Alicia allowed herself to sit back and enjoy the bath. Sure she was behind on the potty chart at this point, but there were still four days to fix that. Toweled off, diaper on she went to the living room for a bottle and cartoons while she and Courtney awaited Shannon's return with dinner.

 

Twenty minutes later the 19 year old showed up with Burger King bags, Courtney put her mom in the high chair and all three ate. Whopper Jr's, fries and diet coke all around, not the most nutritious of meals but tasty none the less. When it was complete Shannon announced she was going for a run and Alicia quickly asked if she could go too but permission was denied.

 

Disappointed, she went to her room to take care of the desire herself but was once again foiled, this time by the baby monitor. Sulking she curled up on her bed to think about how her life had come to this but ended up falling asleep. Thirty minutes later she was awoken to Shannon changing the Abena she had soaked during the short nap.

 

The nanny helped her to her feet. “Come on little miss waterworks. How bout we go watch a movie?”

 

~~

'The Terminator' may have been more of an adult movie choice than Alicia thought she was allowed to watch but wasn't going to complain since it was one of her favorites when she was a teen. When Arnold died at the end it was close to 10:00pm, the 37 year old didn't have to make use of her pants, probably due to the wet nap she had a couple hours ago and was put to bed. Not surprisingly, this resulted in a yellow Abena when she awoke the following morning.

 

Thinking about the likelihood of waking up dry any of the next three mornings were out of the question, and she was currently three down on the potty chart, so sometime in the next few days she had to know she was going at least seven times more than she didn't. What should have been a simple task had somehow become daunting indeed.

 

After breakfast and a change the elder Harris said goodbye to her daughter who was riding her bike to Scoopie's for another day of work. She was about to plop down and watch 'Lets Make A Deal' on TV when Shannon came into the living room with a blouse and skirt for her to wear. “We're going out?”

 

“That's right.” The 19 year old swatted 37 year old's padded bum to get her moving. “Have to hit the drug store. Somebaby is running low on supplies. Need diapers, wipes, cream and formula.”

 

Alicia buttoned the skirt in place. “Then let's go!”

 

They arrived at the drug store in short order, Shannon grabbed a cart and together they started towards the incontinence aisle. A couple tubes of rash cream, four packs of wipes and six packages of Abena's were soon loaded into the awaiting basket. The nanny had explained it was best just to get as much as possible so they wouldn't have to make so many trips which made sense. Only one container of formula was picked out in the baby aisle as they could always purchase more when grocery shopping.

 

Everything from the list accounted for it was time to check out. Unfortunately only one cashier was working so they were queued behind six other people, some with a cart full of items themselves. Alicia quietly whispered to her babysitter, had her diaper discreetly checked and then filled the back of it up earning herself one of the seven needed smiley faces.

 

Tragically, the line was taking a long time and the skirt did nothing to mask the smell that was starting to leak out. People around her started to search for the source of the offending odor and probably wouldn't have located it accept for the large pile of diapers in the cart and the extremely guilty look on the 37 year old's face. She offered a meek apology and the fellow drug store patrons stepped aside to allow them to the front of the line, more to rid themselves of the smell than to be nice.

 

In the backseat of the car Alicia was cleaned thoroughly by her nanny, was handed the offending garment and told to dispose of it in the dumpster by the store. She toddled that way blushing with embarrassment as another shopper exited the store and saw her. The task complete she was buckled in the car and on the way home where she got to see 'The Price Is Right' before it was time for lunch.

 

Once complete Shannon got dressed in her running attire for today's five mile jog and Alicia secured herself firmly in her stroller to better enjoy the ride. As before, a half mile into the endeavor the 37 year old lifted her skirt so her underwear could be inspected, “I'm going to pee now.”

 

“Go right ahead. I'll mark your smiley when we get back.” Puffed the 19 year old.

 

Now wet the stimulation from the strap holding her in did as it did before and over the course of the next two miles Alicia managed to quietly orgasm three times. The rhythmic pounding of the pavement combined with her exhaustion from her escapades soon conspired to rock the baby to sleep. Upon arrival home Shannon woke her up, “Smells like someone did more than pee her diaper. If I find a mess in your pants when I check you I'm going to put up a smiley face for informing me of the need to pee and a sad face for pooping in your sleep.”

 

And dirty her bottom was thus negating the progress she had made earlier in the day. Disappointed in herself Alicia vowed not to take any more naps the rest of the week, otherwise catching up might become impossible. That decided she suckled a bottle and watched afternoon cartoons followed by an early edition of the local news.

 

 

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully and Alicia was happy she was able to claw her way back to only one behind on the potty chart before bed. She was even happier the next morning when she woke up dry, running to find her nanny and show off before releasing a torrent into the thick padding between her legs. It was a whole new ballgame with an equal number of happy and sad faces on the living room wall.

 

Courtney rode her bike to work, Shannon did laundry and Alicia rotted her brain in front of the television until lunch. The 37 year old, fresh on the heels of success wanted to keep the streak going so she mentally checked her bladder's status at every commercial break during the morning game show gauntlet. Some chicken fingers, fries and two bottles later she curled up on the couch with a book, after all there is only so much TV a person can take.

 

“Hey Miss Squishy pants, what ya reading?” Shannon said bringing a basket of clothes into the living room to fold.

 

Confused Alicia let her hand slide down to touch her diaper. It was soaked. But how, she had been doing so well all day, and then it dawned on her that books don't have commercials and that she had lost all track of time, two hours had passed in the blink of an eye. “J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit. I like to read the book before I see the movie.”

 

“I'm the same way.” A shirt was crisply folded and stacked on top of the pile. “Can I borrow it when you're done?”

 

“Only if you change me when you finish the laundry.”

 

The 19 year old chuckled. “Deal.”

 

Alicia was a little surprised when she was put into her last swim diaper but Shannon explained that instead of running today, they were going to get some exercise in the pool. After the short walk to the town swimming hole the 37 year old joined the volleyball players in the shallow end while her nanny swam laps on the deeper side. Between games Alicia was able to get the 19 year old's attention to let her know her bikini bottoms were about to change color from blue to green.

 

Before they left the baby was changed into her more regular Abena and the pair strolled casually around the neighborhood in no particular hurry to make it home. The walk gave the elder woman a chance to find out more about the younger. She was a junior at the local community college, had recently dumped her boyfriend when she caught him cheating and took the nanny job as a way to get away from the problems in her own life for a bit. She also admitted that since she had met the 37 year old baby she had developed a bit of a fascination with crinkly white undergarments though she wasn't brave enough to try them herself.

 

When they finally arrived at the house Courtney was there, she had been sent home from work early due to a lack of customers, and was making spaghetti. Seeing that it was almost complete Shannon strapped the baby into her highchair and gave her a bottle which Alicia sucked down rather quickly. A second bottle was drank more slowly with dinner. Her hope was that the more liquid she put in the more would come out, thus giving her more opportunities to put herself ahead on the potty chart.

 

And right before bed the philosophy paid off, Shannon changed the wet Abena, put the appropriate mark on the wall and Alicia was one smiley face ahead. The next morning she modified the theory to drink a lot in the morning and early afternoon and cut back before bed, too much at dinner makes for drenched pants in the night. Having apparently emptied herself fully in the night she waddled her way down to her highchair and the pancakes that awaited her there.

~

When the pancakes were finished, Alicia was put in her stroller and she and Shannon went out for a morning run. As per tradition she felt herself get turned on, did her best to soak her pants and enjoyed the pounding of the pavement. From there it was a diaper change at home while Shannon took a shower and Courtney, who had the day off work, took her to Morgan's.

 

The 37 year old spent the next couple hours engrossed in hide-and-seek with the 7 year old Tina. When time for lunch was called she sat down at the table and noticed that there was more than she expected in the seat of her pants. With a frown she realized the potty chart at home would soon reflect the way her face looked now. After her spaghetti O's were finished her underwear was changed in the living room and the television was turned on but none of the teenage girls seemed to care. They simply chatted away about what boys they liked and how they intended to get their attention.

 

Listening to the younger Harris talk, the elder thought back to her old high school crush. He may not have been the brightest star in the universe but he was certainly the hottest, at least she believed at the time. Her reveille was interrupted when Tina came in the room. “Hey! You want to play Barbies?”

 

Stunned, a small bit of urine escaped her but not enough that anyone would notice. “You go ahead. I'm going to watch what's on TV.” Alicia suckled her bottle, pretended to watch the poorly acted soap opera and waited for the young girl to leave the room before resuming listening to her daughter's friends gossip. The talk reminded her of Alan and the fact that she hadn't heard from him recently.

 

Almost if it had been divine providence her phone rang. “Alan! I was just thinking about you!”

 

“Nothing bad I hope.” He chuckled. “I wanted to see if you were available tonight.”

 

“Let me check.” She covered the mouthpiece on the phone and looked at Courtney. “Can I go on a date tonight?”

 

The teens huddled on the couch coming up with a plan. When it was decided Courtney responded. “Sure. But since you're a baby Nicole, Morgan and I will come chaperone.”

 

Alicia turned her attention back to the phone. “So long as you don't mind my daughter and her friends tagging along we can do whatever you like.”

 

“Sounds good.” He laughed. “I'll pick you all up at seven. And be hungry.”

 

The 37 year old pushed the end button on her cell, grinned and danced in excitement not noticing as her undergarments started to sag lower and lower on her hips. Her jubilation was cut short when Nicole pointed out that the Abena was growing increasingly yellow. Somewhat disappointed in herself she made a mental note to pay more attention to what was going on down below and plopped to the floor with a squish.

 

Taped once again in a fresh diaper she resumed listening to her daughter's friends talk while partially paying attention to the TV. At four o'clock everyone enjoyed a snack of cheese and crackers. It was enough to prevent them from being starving but not enough that they wouldn't be hungry when Alan Freeman came around later. Alicia also drank another two bottles of formula in an effort to make herself have to pee but her pants were still dry when it came time to be changed for the night out.

 

Precisely at 7:00pm the doorbell rang, she answered and invited Alan inside. He introduced himself to the teenage chaperone's who swooned over his good looks. From there the entourage dined in style at the town's most luxurious restaurant where the 37 year old regretted drinking so much earlier. Rather than embarrass herself and get permission she decided to take the hit on her potty chart and flooded the Abena. She would only be two down and there was all day tomorrow to make it up, she only had tonight to be with Alan.

 

From there the group went to the theater for a movie. A romantic comedy all the girls, including Alicia cried at the end when the star crossed lovers finally kissed. When the movie ended it was going on eleven so Alan took everyone home. The teens mysteriously disappeared as soon as the car stopped which left Alicia and the man of her dreams alone. He cupped her cheek in his hand, pulled her close and gave her a kiss to rival the one from the movie they had seen earlier.

 

Passionate as it was the kiss turned the 37 year old on. The next thing she knew she was soaking her diaper and on the verge of rapture. A shift in her seat sent her over the edge and she climaxed with her lips still pressed to his. Blushing a new shade of crimson she said goodnight, went inside to be changed and was sent to bed still wondering what had sent her over the edge like that. Could it be the stroller rides were conditioning her like Pavlov's dog?

 

~~

The following morning Alicia awoke dry. While not something to be proud of it was at least an accomplishment considering the last few days. A nudge to her daughter and a yellowing of the Abena put her two down on the potty chart with a day to go. Forgoing the pancakes for breakfast the 37 year old opted for three bottles of formula, all the better to make her have to go and hopefully get ahead. And the plan worked well as just before lunch she managed to pull herself within one of tying it up.

 

The afternoon started with Shannon going for a run. With the strap pulled tightly between her legs Alicia sat back and enjoyed. As the friction started to turn her on she involuntarily began to wet her pants, which caused her to reach her moment of bliss. While certainly grateful to achieve her climax, she couldn't help but wonder about what was becoming of her.

 

Two bottles of formula at lunch pulled her to within one once again when the 37 year old sat back and let loose into her diaper with 'Spongebob Squarepants' droning on the television. As much as she love the antics of Spongebob and Patrick she couldn't help but drift off to the land of nod, not returning to the present until her babysitter announced dinner.

 

The crinkly garment between her legs still white she allowed herself to be strapped in to the highchair for spaghetti. The 14 year old looked at her infantile mother, “I'll make you a deal. If you can eat your dinner without making a mess then you can grow up again. If not you owe a week in diapers for each noodle you drop.”

 

“No deal.” Alicia smiled. “I've learned my lesson about betting with you.”

 

All eyes were on the 37 year old as she twirled the spaghetti around her fork and brought it to her mouth. Having practiced many times before the elder Harris made no mistakes throughout dinner. Unfortunately with all her attention on making sure the spaghetti went into her mouth she didn't notice as her bladder let loose. Down by two with little time remaining in the day Alicia resigned herself to her fate, though she did finish only one behind on the potty chart for the week. The following morning she wasn't the only one to wake up wet.

 

“What the hell?” Courtney looked at the 19 year old in disbelief. “I though you were supposed to be an adult.”

 

“I'm sorry.” Shannon peeled off her wet panties. “It won't happen again, I swear.”

 

“Well if it does, you're still subject to the house rules.” Courtney shook her head, walked out the door and headed for work.

 

The nanny put her sheets in the wash, changed Alicia's pants and broached the subject of punishment for failing the first week of the potty chart. “I think that for this week you won't be able to cover your diapers when we leave the house.”

 

“I don't think so.” The 37 year old sat herself in her highchair for a breakfast of oatmeal. “Or I'll tell Court that you deliberately wet the bed so that you'd have to wear diapers.”

 

The 19 year old thought for a minute. “She won't believe that. Besides all I have to do is not pee the bed to prove you wrong. And I think that because you're trying to blackmail me, that in addition to not covering your diapers in public you'll be subject to a bare bottom spanking every day.”

 

Alicia gulped knowing the nanny was right. “Please, no. I'll let you spank me as much as you want, just don't make me go out without pants.”

 

“Sorry, but your daughter and I discussed it last night. We decided that it was a good way to keep your focus on what you're wearing and when you're going to use it. Now finish your oatmeal, we're going for a run then grocery shopping.”

 

Slowly Alicia spooned her breakfast into her mouth, not moving fast enough for Shannon's liking who took the spoon and started to feed her. Most of the food made it down the hatch, but some ended up on her nightshirt so before heading out the door she was changed into a small yellow tank top. Not long after being strapped into the stroller her underwear matched the color of her shirt, she had an orgasm and fell asleep for the entirety of the 4 mile run and the 19 year old's shower.

 

Taped into a fresh Abena, Alicia was herded into the car for the trip to the grocery store.

~~

Perhaps because she dreaded it so much, the trip went by faster than Alicia ever seemed to think it did before. “Please, let me stay in the car, I promise I'll be good.”

 

“What kind of nanny would I be if I left my charge in the car? If you were a real baby I'd be arrested.” Shannon replied. “I have a list so don't worry, it shouldn't take that long.”

 

With a gulp the 37 year old opened the car door and stepped into the warm summer air. Several giggles could be heard as she walked into the store, but for the most part people did what they always do when they see someone who is different, they politely looked away so they wouldn't be caught staring. The sideways glances and chuckles behind her back continued until the urgent pressure she had felt earlier caught up with her. “Um.. I have to, um, you know.”

 

“I've seen you fidgeting for the last couple aisles, but you have to tell me if you want the smiley on your potty chart.”

 

Face bright red with embarrassment Alicia looked down at her feet so she wouldn't have to see the faces of the people that had stopped to hear her response. “I have to poop.”

 

“Go ahead sweetie, everyone already knows about your diapers, I doubt they'll be surprised when you use them.” Shannon returned her attention to the shelf and placing taco shells, seasoning and hot sauce in the cart.

 

The 37 year old baby covered her face, let out a soft sob and filled the back of her pants. The mess continued to balloon out the Abena as her nanny took her hand, placed it on the cart and led her towards the next aisle.

 

“Just a couple more things,” the 19 year old said after depositing chips in the basket. “Ground beef and shredded cheese. Then we'll take you home for a nice bath. How does that sound?”

 

Alicia glared at the nanny and rubbed her padded butt. “I want out of this thing.”

 

Shannon stuck a pacifier between her charges lips, grabbed the remaining items and proceeded to the checkout. On the waddle up front the baby noticed that the more she moved the looser the tapes on the Abena got and the lower it sank on her hips. Just before reaching the car she put her plan to get changed before going home into action, shaking her ass until the offending garment was around her knees. Immediately regretting the decision, Alicia quickly reached down, pulled the diaper back into place and held it firmly there.

 

The 19 year old burst out laughing, guided the 37 year old into the backseat of the car and slid the change pad from the diaper bag under her butt. “I suppose if I'm going to change your stinky pants now, then there's no reason to go straight home.”

 

And after a new Abena was snugly where it belonged, home they did not go instead swinging by the hospital pharmacy to order more swim diapers. From there it was a trip to Shenanigan's for lunch, then Scoopies to visit Courtney for dessert.

 

In an effort to save her mother some humiliation the younger Harris suggested that Shannon drop the baby at Meghan's house since she was already watching Tina and then the nanny could finish whatever errands needed to be done. A little debate between the caregivers and it was settled, Alicia would spend the afternoon at Courtney's friend's house and the 14 year old would walk home with her after work.

 

Tina was coloring when they got there and invited her former teacher to join in. Alicia, remembering how good the 7 year old's pictures had been as a student, gladly agreed. It wasn't long though before she had fallen asleep on the floor, marker in hand and face on the page. The young girl, not ready to be done but unable to use the book, made use of the first canvas she could find, Alicia's diaper.

 

As the baby slept soundly pictures of kittens, puppies, bunnies and hearts appeared on her pants. When the canvas became yellow and soggy, Tina moved on to the unused Abenas in the diaper bag. She wouldn't know it until she woke up, but Alicia was going to have pretty diapers to show off.

~~

Waking up Alicia had a marker stuck to her face and a rumble in her belly. Since it was still only mid-afternoon she was given a bottle which she gulped greedily followed by a second which she nursed much more slowly. Midway through she was laid back and taped into a fresh Abena adorned in Tina's artwork.

 

The 37 and 7 year olds played with dolls for a while before Meghan and Tina's mother arrived home and announced they were going out for dinner. Soon Alicia found herself back at Shenanigan's and being fed chicken fingers by a 7 year old. When the chicken fingers were gone Tina proceeded to feed her a bottle which drew a reaction from the waitress. “I have a little one myself and get off around 6 every night if you ever need a sitter.”

 

“Thank you, but that won't be necessary.” Meghan answered. “Her daughter is picking her up in half an hour.”

 

“Was she in some kind of accident?” The waitress persisted.

 

There was a brief awkward silence that was soon interrupted by the hiss of Alicia soaking herself. “I was really stressed after my divorce and found becoming a baby very relaxing.”

 

Jaw on the floor the waitress turned and walked away. The group paid the bill, exited the restaurant and returned to their house where Courtney was waiting. Meghan and the younger Harris talked a bit while Tina and the elder one watched television. A short time later the both Harris' were walking down the street.

 

Back at home Shannon took charge and Alicia's soggy underwear was pulled down. 50 hard smacks were delivered to her exposed derriere to fulfill the second part of her punishment for failing the potty chart. Afterwards she was given two bottles and sent to bed early, the sun could still be seen hovering just over the horizon. Setting her alarm for 1am she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face, she had plans on getting revenge on Shannon.

 

Beep, beep, beep roused her at the designated time. Squishing as she sat up, she realized she had the opportunity to change herself without anyone knowing and tricking them into thinking she had a dry night to go along with her nanny having a wet one. While it was hardly a professional job, the new Abena was on fairly securely and wouldn't draw suspicion so she proceeded to the kitchen to get a glass of warm water.

 

Sneaking down the hall to Shannon's room she didn't see her daughter watching her with bemused interest from the doorway. A turn of the knob, a creak of the door and the 37 year old was in. She pulled the sheet off the sleeping 19 year old and was about to pour the water on her crotch when Courtney's voice startled her.

 

“And what are we doing?”

 

Pulling the water behind her back some spilled on the nanny's face. “Nothing. I was just going to see if she could get me a bottle.”

 

At that point the bedside light turned on and Shannon asked, “Did you change yourself?”

 

“No. I'm still dry.” The 37 year old patted her diaper for emphasis.

 

“Court, would you run grab a bar of soap from the bathroom, we have a little liar here.” The nanny pulled her charge across her lap and the Abena down. “When she gets back you are going to put the soap in your mouth to wash out the lies and it's going to stay here for your spanking. If it comes out the spanking starts over, understand?”

 

The younger Harris returned with a bar of Dove and the elder Harris nodded. Soap firmly in place she made it to 15 before yelping and having to start over. The second time she only made 12. With renewed determination Alicia bit down as hard as she dared and at last made it through all 25 spanks knowing everything she ate was going to taste like soap.

 

“How did you guys know?”

 

“I heard your alarm through the baby monitor.” Her daughter answered.

 

Shannon pointed at her underwear. “The diaper you were put to bed in had Tina's pictures on it, that one is plain white. Now off to bed with you so Courtney and I can discuss what to do about your attempt to make it look like I wet the bed.”

The following morning Alicia woke up dry, but she suspected that was mainly due to having soaked herself already during the night. Allowing herself to wet, but not be changed before breakfast she was strapped into the highchair for two eggs and three bottles of formula. She was about ready to burst when Courtney led her down the hall for a bath.

 

The 14 year old started to rub shampoo into her hair. “So this is what we came up with last night. I thought she might be making your punishments too severe so we made a bet. After this bath you'll be back in panties and we'll be going out for the day. A stop at the school so you can pick up your class list for the fall and then on to meet Meghan and Nicole at Chuck-E-Cheese for pizza and games until 3pm. If your panties are still dry when we get home, I win. If not, Shannon wins.”

 

The 37 year old played with the bubbles in the tub for a minute. “What are the stakes?”

 

“If she wins, you'll be regressed even further. Instead of acting like a 2 year old, you'll be 6 months which means no walking and no talking. Your potty chart will be suspended as is until next week when it resumes.” The younger Harris rinsed the elders hair. “But if I win, she takes over your punishment and is in diapers 24/7 and not able to cover them in public until the next potty chart week begins.”

 

A mischievous grin appeared on Alicia's face. “Too easy.”

 

Once dried off she dressed in a blue halter top, lacy white panties and white shorts which were part of the previously arranged agreement. She was even given the privilege of driving to the school to pick up the class list. For the most part the names were of kids she had never heard of, but there were a couple troublemakers the kindergarten teachers had warned her about.

 

Looking forward to turning the tide on her perceived tormenter the 37 year old pulled into the lot at Chuck-E-Cheese a little before noon. The group went inside, bought tokens for the games and ordered two large pepperoni pizzas. By the time they arrived so had Nicole, Meghan and Tina.

 

“You're wearing big girl panties today!” Was the first thing out of the 7 year olds mouth.

 

Alicia blushed. “I am a big girl.”

 

“We'll see.” Shannon chuckled dividing pizza onto everyone's plate. “You have to stay dry for about 3 more hours.”

 

The elder Harris stuck her tongue out which drew a slap to the thigh from the younger. “Behave.”

 

When the pizza was gone everyone divided up to play their favorite games. The teens went to ski ball while Tina and Alicia were drawn to whack-a-mole. The younger girl was impossibly good and continually outscored her former teacher. Never one to give in, Alicia readied herself for another game when she suddenly realized her need for the bathroom. The room was a maze to begin with, but factor in dozens of children running around and the fact that she had both hands pressed between her legs and it was sure to be a close call to the ladies room.

 

Weaving in-and-out of traffic and looking every bit the toddler she had become Alicia crept closer and closer to her goal. At last the door was in sight and there was nobody between her and it. Removing her hands from her crotch she went to push the last barricade aside when a girl no older than three slipped in ahead of her. Inside both stalls were now filled, her hands returned between her legs and she did the potty dance of all potty dances.

 

The near stall opened, her hands left her pants to push through the door and the flood gates opened. Behind her Shannon laughed. “It's okay baby, I brought your diaper bag.”

 

The 37 year old couldn't help but cry as she was laid on the change pad in the middle of the restroom floor. Wet pants and panties stripped off a cool wipe was applied to her nethers as the 3 year old who beat her in came out of the stall. “Mommy told me some girls have trouble with potty training but I didn't know she meant that old.”

 

Smiling at the girl the nanny replied. “Ali here could learn from your fine example. Perhaps you could do me a favor and keep an eye on her and let me know if she wets her diaper.”

 

“Okay!' The girl clapped in excitement and ran out of the bathroom without washing her hands.

 

“Don't worry baby.” Shannon taped a decorated Abena in place. “I'm sure since now you have to crawl everywhere she won't have a problem following you around. And don't even think of talking, you're far too young. Any violation will result in a spanking right here in front of everyone.”

 

Wanting to tell her nanny off but afraid to speak Alicia simply cried on the floor. Soon enough her daughter entered with the stroller, “Dammit mom, I thought you were more responsible than that. But I guess if you wet your pants like a baby, than maybe it's best that you be a baby.”

 

Loaded in the stroller the 37 year old was pushed out to rejoin the party. She was thankful the trip wasn't long enough to get her juices going, she didn't want to do that with such a large audience. At just after 2pm, the group still had another hour dedicated to play and while they did, Alicia dozed off.

~~

While she wasn't able to doze off to sleep she was at least able to keep her eyes closed and ignore reality, that was until she felt a pressure building on her backside. Squirming in the stroller she tried to get her nanny or daughters attention, and ended up getting a lot more people looking her way than she wanted.

 

All the movement had started to get her juices going, which resulted in a few dribbles of urine into the diaper and the inevitable moment of bliss. Fortunately, her nanny had seen what was going on and had rounded up the group so by the time Alicia came, they had made it out the door. Contented, the 37 year old relaxed filling the seat of her pants.

 

 A few steps behind Courtney was making plans with her friends. “You want to come over for movies and popcorn?”

 

“Sure!” Nicole agreed readily already on the phone to text her mom the change in agenda.

 

Morgan looked over to her sister who was eagerly pushing around her former teacher. “Why not? We can even let the squirt take care of the baby!”

 

All three girls giggled before temporarily splitting up for the trek to the Harris household as Nicole, Morgan and Tina had biked to Chuck-E-Cheese. Since Shannon had driven Courtney suggested that they stop at the movie store to rent a few DVD's for the evenings festivities. Upon arrival at 5 Star Movie House the elder Harris refused to get out of the car.

 

The younger gave her a stern look. “I have to go in and pick out the movies. If you don't want to go you'd better hope your nanny is willing to sit in the car with you.”

 

Alicia began to pout squishing the contents inside her plastic prison. Seeing that Shannon took pity and decided to stay behind. Ten minutes after that the 14 year old was back in the car and they were once again on the road. A block before the house they passed their guests, honked, waved and pulled in the driveway.

 

Once inside the nanny laid down a change pad on the living room floor, her charge on top of it and started to rifle through the diaper bag. “Let's get that stinky bum changed, shall we?”

 

“Can I help?” The seven year old took the Abena from Shannon's hand walking over to her former teachers side.

 

The nanny shrugged her shoulders. “You ever changed a diaper before?”

 

“No.” Tina hung her head. “But I can learn.”

 

Through all of this Alicia wanted to scream and run away but knew that would just result in a spanking, a longer time in diapers and her former student cleaning her messy backside anyway. She started to cry at her own helplessness which caused a pacifier to be stuck between her lips.

 

The tutorial began with untaping the used garment, wiping front to back, applying cream to any red areas and finished with a generous amount of powder and snugly fastening the new diaper in place. The young girl was ecstatic. “I did great!”

 

“You sure did.” Shannon said depositing the old Abena into the trash. “Now how would you like to draw some more pretty pictures for baby Ali to wear?”

 

Tina agreed and with markers and several packages of diapers to work on she happily colored away. The teen girls were engrossed in their movie, the nanny disappeared down the hallway and the 37 year old was left to her thoughts laying on her changing mat.

~

Dinner that evening was leftover pizza and bread sticks from the earlier party; Alicia's was of course cut into bite sized pieces. Afterward the teens returned to their movie marathon while Shannon and Tina took the 37 year old for a bath. Sitting in the sudsy water she suckled her pacifier and begrudgingly allowed herself to be thoroughly scrubbed. Halfway through the telephone rang and the nanny went to answer.

 

From her position in the tub Alicia could barely hear what was being said.

 

“Hello.” pause. “She can't talk right now.” longer pause. “That sounds like a lot of fun. What time?” another short pause. “Great. See you then.”

 

Returning to the bathroom to pull her charge out and dry her off Shannon made no mention of what the conversation had been about despite Alicia's pleading look. Clean, dry and taped into a fresh Abena the 37 year old crawled back to the living room only to be given a swat to her backside. “It's getting late, bedtime for you little lady.”

 

For what seemed like days she laid in her bed surrounded by pillows so that she wouldn't accidentally roll off listening to the giggling coming from the living room. Eventually the monotony caught up with her though and she fell asleep.

 

Sun poured through the blinds the next morning before she awoke. Pushing aside the pillows she got down on the floor and crawled to the kitchen with her diaper sagging heavily on her hips. Scanning the room she saw Courtney eating cereal, Shannon mixing formula and the clock on the microwave read 7:32.

 

“Up you go little one.” The nanny said helping Alicia into the highchair. “Drink up, we've got a big day today.”

 

Not wanting a spanking the 37 year old sucked down the two bottles all the while playing out horrifying scenarios in her mind of what was in store for the 'big day'. Breakfast concluded the baby was changed into her bikini top and a swim diaper. Confused because she was 'too young' to know how to swim, she poked at her undergarment repeatedly hoping to get the point across. It worked.

 

“Don't worry, you won't be in the water unless you fall overboard.” Shannon packed several more swim diapers in the bag. “We're going on a boat ride!”

 

Strapped into the stroller and ready to go she only had to wait a minute or two before the doorbell rang. The nanny opened it to reveal Alan Freeman and his daughters. It was hard to tell who was more shocked at the sight of the other, Alan or Alicia.

 

“Bye everyone, have fun.” Courtney broke the stunned silence. “I'm off to work.”

 

Shannon wheeled the big baby outside, put her in the Freeman family SUV and the group was on the way to the marina 20 minutes away. Checking his infantile girlfriend in the rear view mirror, Alan asked. “Care to explain?”

 

Alicia looked at Shannon who answered for her. “She lost a bet and has to act like this for the rest of the week.”

 

“She can't talk at all? Seems a bit extreme.”

 

“The terms of the bet were that she would have to be a six month old if she lost and she knew that in advance.” The nanny started to apply her makeup. “If she had a problem with it, she could have changed to deal or not taken the bet so it can't be that extreme.”

 

“What was the bet if you don't mind me asking?” He was still confused as to why a 37 year old would voluntarily agree to such a thing.

 

“I assume you know she's had some issues lately and as a result has been in diapers. Well we gave her the opportunity to prove she didn't need them by going a few hours without wetting herself. Obviously she didn't make it.”

 

The remainder of the ride passed in silence. Soon enough the Silver Lake Marina came into sight, they were out of the SUV and aboard Alan's boat, 'The Healing Hand'. It was more a yacht than boat at 40 feet long, below deck galley, sleeping quarters and kitchen. Alicia tried to crawl downstairs but was given a stern look by her nanny and instead made her way to the bow, her tormentor in tow.

 

“Listen, I'm not trying to ruin your social life.” The 19 year old spread out a blanket to catch some rays. “So while we're on the boat, you can talk to your boyfriend but if I catch you complaining about being a baby you'll be sorry.”

~

The morning proceeded quite nicely in Alicia's opinion. She and Alan had spent the morning talking about every topic under the sun except for her underwear. Her nanny had been laid out in the sun leaving her alone and Alan's daughters were fishing off the back of the boat. It was now nearing lunch and Alan was dropping anchor near the middle of the lake.

 

Shannon gathered all the little girls by her at the bow while Alan went below and grabbed a picnic basket. Sandwiches, chips, cole slaw, potato salad and soda pop were distributed to everyone and they all ate hungrily. When the food was close to gone Alicia suffered her first indignity of the day being fed a bottle by her nanny.

 

When the meal was complete the Freeman girls went below deck for a nap, Shannon returned to her sunbathing and the happy couple drifted towards the stern for some alone time. Talking soon turned into kissing and Alan's hand stroked the front of her swim diaper. Alicia tensed for a moment but relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy his ministrations.

 

She felt herself being turned on, her bladder releasing and her boyfriend's hand massaging harder through through the now soaked garment between her legs. Her back arched as a powerful orgasm washed over her. Smiling she looked into Alan's eyes. “I guess I owe you one.”

 

“Did you want to get changed first?”

 

Alicia looked down at her now partly green bikini bottom and shrugged. “It can hold a bit more, I'm okay.”

 

Checking the area and seeing no other boats nearby the 37 year old slid down to her knees on the deck. Reaching up she yanked down her boyfriends swim shorts and treated his engorged member like one of her pacifiers. When she had brought him to his full she grinned mischievously, swallowed and sat up on the bench next to him.

 

“Wow!” He wrapped his arm around her. “I was not expecting that.”

 

“There's more where that came from, just you wait.” Alicia felt the front of her diaper. “Maybe I will get changed after all.”

 

At the front of the boat Shannon hears her charge coming and sits up. “Having a good time?”

 

“More fun than I've had in a long time.” Showing off the green color of her bikini bottom, “Think you can do something about this?”

 

“Sure. Why don't we head downstairs, it'll give us a chance to talk, nanny to baby.” The 19 year old took the 37 year olds hand and led her to the galley. Change pad laid down she started to untape the used diaper. “I told you that you could talk with your boyfriend, not stop being a baby.”

 

Alicia blushed. “I don't know what you mean.”

 

“Oh you don't, do you?” Shannon delivered a hard slap to her charges exposed derriere. “Perhaps you should think a little harder.”

 

“We've just been talking. Honest.”

 

Five more hard spanks. “Are you sure?”

 

“Positive.” The 37 year old squirmed on the floor.

 

The nanny rolled her eyes. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I saw you back there sucking down something and it wasn't a baby bottle. I suppose now you'll have to be punished for lying and we'll have to find a way constantly remind you of the baby that you are.”

~

The boating excursion ended long ago and back at home Alicia had just been taped into doubled up Abenas as part of the more babyish motif that had been promised. It was well passed ten at night so she knew any second was bedtime and sure enough Shannon came to lead her to her room.

 

Once the 37 year old had been tucked in the nanny whispered in her ear. “Sleep well babykins, tomorrow is going to be another fun day. You see I have a friend that offered me a job a few days ago but originally I had to say no because I was helping here. Now that you've gone and been naughty, it looks like I'll be able to do both after all!”

 

Alicia whimpered behind her pacifier but soon fell asleep despite the impending doom. That night she had dreams of being back at school only this time she was wearing nothing but a soaked diaper and all her students were laughing at her. She was shaken awake from the nightmare at 6:00am. A check of her pants found them to be wet, but not in need of a change just yet. She drank down two bottles, was dressed in a t-shirt that read 'Cutie' and loaded into the car at quarter to seven.

 

Nanny and baby arrived at a semi-large, red brick building shortly thereafter. Still somewhat groggy, Alicia allowed herself to be taken from the car, placed into her stroller and wheeled inside. What she saw was not what she had expected. There was a reception desk to the left and to the right, a large indoor playground complete with real grass, sandbox, a couple slides and several swing sets. Beyond that she could see a room labeled 'Nursery' and another 'Ball Pit'.

 

“She is a cutie isn't she?” A man's voice snapped the 37 year old out of her trance. “And Shannon. Glad you changed your mind and decided to come work for me after all.”

 

“Not a problem at all Joe.” The nanny shook the man's hand. “Looks like we're a bit early.”

 

“Yeah. Normally you wouldn't have to be in until just before 8 when we open but I have some paperwork for you to fill out which will give me time to get our newest little client put into the system.”

 

Shannon started putting ink to paper on the W2 forms while Joe wheeled a confused Alicia towards the nursery. Inside she was weighed, measured and laid down face first on the changing table. Before she could roll over she felt something pull tight across her back pinning her arms at her sides and her body to the table. From there her predicament got worse when the left side of her Abena was untaped, a viscous fluid was poured between her now exposed cheeks and some sort of probe was inserted and positioned inside her derriere.

 

Ten agonizing minutes later the unwanted anal intruder was removed and the daycare proprietor announced that she was a healthy baby girl. The diaper was retaped into place, the strap across her back was loosened and she was once again in her stroller being taken back to the reception desk. By that time her nanny had finished her paperwork and other employees were starting to filter in.

 

“Good morning everyone.” Joe smiled at the four fresh faces standing around the entryway. “As you can see we have a new hire, Shannon, and she brought a very special little girl with her. Baby Ali may look to be all grown up, but for all intents and purposes she's no different than any other six month old. For our newbie's sake I'll remind everyone that duty assignments are posted behind the desk and that we have one person in the nursery, one for the ball pit and the remaining three look after the playground. Tim, you've got nursery today so why don't you take Alicia with you and get her changed into a fresh diaper.”

 

Panic ripped through the 37 year olds mind. Either she could protest and let the daycare workers know she's a normal adult being treated like an infant or she could play along and let some pimply faced boy see her naked. In the end, she wasn't the one who got to choose, Shannon did. “Any time she needs a fresh diapy just let me know and I'll take care of it, she's kind of shy with strangers.”

 

Thankful for the reprieve Alicia smiled behind her pacifier as her nanny took her to change her pants. Two clean Abena's sealing her nethers once more, the 37 year old for the first time noticed that things weren't as they seemed before. Hanging from the ceiling were a pair of bouncy seats, expect one was specially made for someone her size and that was precisely where she found herself hanging, feet unable to touch the ground, a few seconds later.

 

Helplessly going up and down in her seat and listening to childish music play over the rooms sound system she wished she were anywhere else. After Shannon left, Tim took his position, hooked earphones up to his iPhone and began a grueling day of not paying attention to her.

 

Thirty minutes of bouncing had done a number on her bowels to the point that every time she reached the apex of her journey more warm mush escaped her backside and into her increasingly heavy padded prison. If her caregiver noticed what was happening he made no indication of it. The physical exhaustion of having been woken early, combined with the mental exhaustion of the morning thus far took it's toll and she drifted to sleep.

 

A cold wet wipe jolted her awake two hours later, but when she looked down it wasn't Shannon changing her, it was Tim. Without thinking she blurted out, “What the hell are you doing pervert? My nanny is the only one who gets to change my diapers!”

 

“Whoa, lady. You aren't mentally slow, you're some kind of freak who gets off on being treated like a baby.” The pimply faced kid continued to clean her messy backside only now he was purposefully teasing between her legs. “How old are you anyway? 31? 32? My friends aren't going to believe me when I tell them I got to play with an older woman's pussy.”

 

“Let me go you litt-” Her words were cut off by a large pacifier being stuffed in her mouth and tied in place.

 

“Now where was I?” Tim finished cleaning the last bit of filth off her bum, positioned his face near her crotch and took a picture with his phone that showed her face and his. “Now you're going to be a good baby for me and not tell on me or I'll post this lovely photo on the internet with my face blurred out of course.”

 

The 37 year old struggled mightily against her restraints in a desperate attempt to get the attention of someone in the other room but to no avail. Her newest tormentor laughed at the feeble show, rubbed rash cream on her skin and taped two diapers into place. With that done he took out a bottle and went to the staff bathroom in the back of the nursery. Not long after he reemerged and she had no doubt what the milky white substance in the bottom of the bottle was. He added formula on top of it and filled the rest with water shaking the awful concoction up.

 

“I'm going to take out your paci now, and then you best drink every last drop of your bottle without any fussing or the picture goes viral.”

 

Before he could start the feeding the nursery door opened and Shannon walked in. “Oh, does she need a change?”

 

“I already took care of it.” The pimply faced teen eyed Alicia. “She didn't seem to mind. I was just going to feed her lunch if that's okay.”

 

“Actually, I have a special lunch for her today.” The nanny replied waving a woman through the door. “Helen is a wet nurse, does babykins know what that means?”

 

Alicia nodded somehow thankful the being breastfed was better than drinking the little perverts semen. For the feeding Tim had to leave the room due to Helen's modesty which gave baby Ali a chance to tattle on him. Shannon agreed to swipe his phone, have him fired and then delete the picture forever. Her 37 year old charge promised not to protest being in daycare or any meal that came her way.

 

While suckling on the 20 something year old wet nurses nipple she could see through the window her nanny working on her end of the bargain. So engrossed in watching Tim having his iPhone stolen was she that she didn't notice the drool running down her chin or Abena turning yellow. When Helen was sucked dry for the time being Alicia was put in her stroller and brought out to the playground to enjoy the show. The police arrived at the daycare, Tim was handcuffed and she clapped her hands as he was taken away.

 

Compared to the first half of the day, the afternoon passed uneventfully. Shannon took over in the nursery, another infant was brought in and together the two babies played happily on the floor. Every day the 37 year old regressed further and further while at daycare and no longer felt embarrassed on weekends when she was taken to the mall or the grocery store in just a shirt and diaper. For her the last six weeks of summer passed in the blink of an eye.

 

Her first day back in the adult world as a teacher found her dressed in a light blue blouse and pleated white skirt with an Abena she had colored herself underneath. When the tardy bell rang she wrote her name on the blackboard, walked around in front of her desk and dropped her skirt. “As some of you already know from daycare, I wear diapers. I have too as I am no longer potty trained. I'm telling you all this now so that you won't be distracted by gossip and trying to catch a glimpse. Now if there are no questions, let's start learning.”

 

The End

 

[Sparkle Dust]

It’s a timeless treasure!!  

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On 1/16/2018 at 7:13 AM, diaperedboilerman said:

Wow, I started to read this last night and as I wanted to stop something would happen to keep me drawn into it. I spent an hour at work reading this before I had to put it down. That is an interesting situation and over all a cool story. 

I was hoping there would be more about Alan and her

[Guilend]

Yeah this is my favorite story. I love how she cums every time she's in her stroller. 

[adam200]

I love to see part 2 for this amazing story ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[Guilend]

5 hours ago, adam200 said:

I love to see part 2 for this amazing story ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

So would i

[The Cle-venger]

17 hours ago, adam200 said:

I love to see part 2 for this amazing story ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

 

12 hours ago, Guilend said:

So would i

I've thought of doing a sequel set 3 years down the road, perhaps when I finish my current story I will due to your encouragement

[Sarah Penguin]

Wow this was really good. I also ope for a hope for a sequel. If she's being treated like a six month old she really needs a playpen so she doesn't have  to constantly watched 24/7 by a grownup someplace secure and safe where she can play her age appropriate baby toys.