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Hey everybody, have read the stories here for a long time and finally wrote my own. Let me know if it is any good or what I should improve on. It is only partially done. 

Points System

I.                    Discovery and Beginning

            It was a normal summer day in Bellingham, Washington for single mother Annie Rodrigues. The rainy season had finally ended and both of her college aged daughters were home. Her oldest, Emily, had just come off of a great third year at the University of Washington. She was on the honor’s roll, in the marching band, and was just elected Vice-President of her sorority. On top of all of that, she was quite the looker with her olive, sun kissed skin and flowing black hair. Her life seemed perfect in every way, and she plugged along knowing that it was going to stay that way. Her youngest, Danielle on the other hand was coming off of a tougher first year of college. Smart as a whip and athletic she had accepted a running scholarship to Washington State University. Like her older sister she was athletic with the same tan skin, but instead she was shorter and thinner, about 5’3 112 pounds. Washington State however did not turn out like she wanted it to. She struggled with injuries on the track and never really got her feet under her. For somebody so accustomed to success this was difficult. Further, the culture of the school was not to her liking. As an athlete she had to live a disciplined lifestyle, staying away from drinking and drugs. Unfortunately for her, life at WSU revolved around partying hard, and it was hard for her to find a social group. Even though she succeeded academically, she was miserable and worn out from WSU and wanted to go home. She decided she was going to transfer to Western and live at home for her remaining college years.

            Understanding that her daughter had just come home from a tough situation and was feeling worn out, Annie decided she was going to do Danielle’s laundry. It was not something she would normally do but she was just so glad that she was home that she wanted to be generous. Danielle was still sleeping there peacefully as Annie walked in. It was early enough that she would not be getting up in a couple of hours anyways. As she got to her daughter’s laundry basket she smelled a smell she had not smelled in a very long time, not since Danielle was 7 and stopped wetting the bed, stale urine. She quickly grabbed the laundry basket and headed to the laundry room.

            Digging through her daughter’s laundry was telling to say the least. Almost every pair of panties had small urine stains as though she did not wipe well enough or allowed a dribble of pee into them. Annie was distressed, she knows she taught her daughter better than that! Her daughter was just being lazy and it was unsanitary. How could she allow herself to just sit in her own urine all the time. She knew that fast action was necessary and hatched a quick plan. Her daughter was going to have to go through potty training all over again, and only once she was able to prove that she was able to keep her pants dry would she be allowed to graduate. Looking at the clock and it being only 7:15 AM, she knew she had about 2 hours to put her plan into action. This was going to be quite the summer.

II.                 Shopping

            Without throwing the clothes into the washer, Annie sped on down to the local Walmart. Once there she made a beeline for the diapers aisle. Checking through her options she found exactly what she was looking for. It was a new product from Kimberly Clark. In response to calls from parents and caregivers, Kimberly Clark released a new Goodnite called the Goodnite All Days. The l-xl size fit people from 85-125 pounds so it should fit Danielle just like her panties did. They had some other features that distinguished them from regular Goodnites. For one, they were a little bit thicker, presumably so they could hold more, and they had space in the back for messy accidents. They were also designed as training panties. They had fade when wet designs, on the first type of print it was pink and flower themed. When wet, the flowers effected would fade. The second was purple and it had a picture of the Elsa from frozen. When wet a big snowflake on the front would fade. They were exactly the kind of new underwear her daughter needed, so she bought a whole box of 128. If Danielle performed well that would be the only box she would need. Then she hit up the stationary section. She picked out stickers, poster paper, and some markers. The summer of training was about to begin.

            When she got home, Danielle’s older sister, Emily, was awake. Annie did not want this to be a traumatizing experience, despite it being kind of a punishment so she touched base with her about what was going to happen. She thought it was going to be more difficult, but Emily was very supportive of her younger sister. In fact, she volunteered to help Annie potty train her sister by assisting with “checks”. The only rule she had to follow was to never make fun of Danielle, or to tell anybody about it or it would be akin to volunteering to join. Scared at the prospect of this, Emily solemnly agreed to the conditions. Then, they both heard a stirring upstairs, Danielle was awake and coming downstairs. Annie then turned to Emily and said, “Talk to her a minute, I need to get her new things ready.”

III.              A New Day for Danielle

            Danielle awoke, “huh another boring day in Bellingham” she thought as she stretched out. Her panties were damp from letting her pee dribble a little bit last night, but it wasn’t really an accident, and her sheets had only a small puddle right where it was already slightly yellow stained anyways. She didn’t need to have these accidents, she just could not will herself to leave her bed for just a little bit of pee. It was too warm, and she figured it was not worth it. Groggily, she threw on some sweatpants and trudged downstairs. She needed her coffee, and that was all she cared about at the moment.

            Downstairs she was met by her older sister who seemed extra chatty this morning. “ I just don’t understand morning people” Danielle thought as she politely chatted away with her sister. She could not help but feel a pang of jealousy towards her, Emily was so successful, and Danielle felt broken for having to come home. Oh well, at least her coffee was here for her. Meanwhile upstairs, Annie was frantically working. Danielle’s entire pantie drawer was emptied out and placed into trash bags. When she showed that she deserved them back, she would go ahead and just buy her new ones. These ones were trashed anyways she reasoned. Then, meticulously so that it was easy to keep count. As long as Danielle was good about keeping her in the loop she could be in charge of her own pullups. Then up in the middle of the wall above the pullups she hung the potty chart divided into days of the week. There was a spot for each day and then an 8th spot as well titled “Total”. Then like an alarm clock waking her up in the morning, she heard the shower turn on, it was time to grab Danielle’s last pair of panties and begin retraining.

            Danielle turned the shower on hoping to soak in a long day of nothing. The shower was where she had her best thoughts, where she felt she looked the best, and her favorite part of her routine. She loved the way the water hit her skin, and how she was able to play with her hair. Though she got grief for it from her sister for being a slowpoke the shower was a time of solace. Because the bathroom was a relatively open setup, she did not blink an eye as her mom came in the room and gathered up her clothes. She must be doing a load in the wash is all she thought. She did not even notice the sticky note she placed on her towel. After a good long time, she got out. Right as she was about to dry herself off she read the note that said, “Meet me in your room, ASAP!”

IV.              The Reveal

            Now she was scared, she had no idea what she had done wrong. If anything, she was always a bit of a goody-goody. In high school she cried all the way home after she was offered a beer at a party for God’s sake. There could not be anything boy related, not that her mom would even care, because she just never sook it out really. Regardless, the walk from the bathroom to her room covered in just a towel felt like a marathon.

            Annie was ready, she had the pee-stained panties in her hand, she had the covers drawn off the bed to showcase the puddle stain in the middle of the bed, and she had the board all set up. When the door opened, Danielle did not stand a chance. “Sit down dear, there is something very serious we need to talk about” said Annie. Danielle, could only gulp her nervousness into her throat. “I did a load of wash this morning and I am wondering if you could explain this!” she said as she pointed to the pee stained panties. Danielle just stammered something resembling words, but no thoughts. “I thought so,” Annie continued. “It seems to me as though you have taken a major step backwards in terms to your hygiene. Every single one of your panties had pee on them. I do not know if this is because you fail to wipe properly or what, but it is not how I raised you! Further, looking at this spot on the bed, it seems as though this is a 24/7 kind of problem.  So, I have a 24/7 kind of solution. You are being repotty trained effective immediately.”

            Danielle’s whole body fell numb. She did not even know what this could entail. Repotty training?!? She had gotten it right the first time. Maybe this won’t be so bad though and be more like monitoring than anything. If that is the case, then it would be just annoying. The imposing chart titled, “Danielle’s Potty Chart” with days of the week marked on it scared her. It was at least going to be kind of serious. In a moment of frightened curiosity, she blurted out, “What does that even mean?”

            Her Mom snickered, thinking that she is falling right into place. “Well, open up your underwear drawer to find out.” What was in there stunned Danielle. “Diapers! Mom please no, not diapers! I’ll do anything!” Undeterred, Annie shushed her down and replied, “Those are not diapers, they are pullups, and for all intents and purposes they are you undies until you can prove to me that you deserve big girl panties. You should also know that they are arranged in 16 stacks of 8 so I know exactly how many there are at any given time. That way you cannot hide any accidents.” This did little to assuage Danielle’s fears. A quiet tear fell down her face. “If you want to live in this house anymore, you have to do it under my rules, and my rules say that girls who potty their pants need to earn back their panties. You can always leave, but just know that you won’t get the same kind of support out there as you do here” After hearing that she knew she was stuck.

V.                Rules

The tears were streaming down her face consistently now as she was beginning to consider what her life was. Here she was, an athletic, smart, 19 year-old college student about to go through a life milestone that is usually finished 16 years earlier. In a final desperate move to try and get out of it, if only for a day she sniffled, “I bet they don’t even fit” looking at the juvenile garments which seemed aimed at somebody much younger than her. Sadly, this trick was in vain when her mom replied, “Ok, let’s try them out, and if they do not fit, we’ll pretend this never even happened.” Annie grabbed the first one off the first stack, it was a pink one with flowers on it and she told her daughter to stand up. In a moment of desperate hubris thinking that the pullup would rip at the sides as it got pulled up, Danielle complied. Annie fluffed out the pullup making sure that the double leak guards on the side were separated, and she said, “Ok, first foot in” and Danielle stepped in not unlike a 2 year old, “next foot in” Danielle complied. Looking down, Danielle’s confidence faltered a bit. The pullup was bigger than it seemed. Then with the skill and speed of a mother, Annie brought it all the way up.

      To Danielle’s horror it fit perfectly. Her thin runner’s legs did nothing to disrupt its travel up. It even seemed a little big to her as it rose to about one-inch below her belly button. She could not help but notice how thick they seemed. They were obviously designed for somebody to go in them a lot. The bulk made it a little difficult to walk without rubbing against the bottom of it a little bit. This created a rustling noise, which to her was deafening, but was honestly not noticeable unless one knew what they were looking for. The tears were gone by now though, it was just shock. She had been reduced to a mere potty training toddler with an undergarment that announced to the world that she could not keep her pants dry. Never did she think she would miss something like underwear so much. In that moment she longed for the simple lightness of them instead of the constant extra weight and bulk reminding her of her new life.

      “Perfect!” exclaimed Annie. They fit even better than she thought they would. In fact, she could even gain quite a few pounds and the fit would still be good. She carefully checked the leg guards, they formed a perfect seal down there. “So, I think you want to know how this whole potty training thing is going to work”. Danielle gulped and let out a weak, “Yeah”. A

      “From now on, unless you are in the shower, until you graduate to big girl panties, you are always going to be protected. By always, I mean always. You have shown the need for that kind of care. Your underwear will be determined by points which we will keep track on the board for you.  Right now, as you can tell you are wearing pullups. Pullups are for big girls who sometimes cannot make it. Every accident in the pullups has a point total. Your first accident in the day is one point, your second one is two points and so on. Night time accidents count as one-half point but you can elect to be diapered at night and accidents in diapers do not count towards point. Let me warn you though, it is impossible to get to big girl panties if you are in diapers at night. If you choose that you will be diapered at 7pm until 8am, and all bathroom needs must be done in your diapers. Diapers are for girls who are not even ready for training yet, so do not even bother asking to be let out of them. Though I doubt it will ever come to it, messy accidents count as 5 points. If you score 1 point or less for the week you get panties back, if you score 5.5 points or higher it is back to diapers for a whole diaper case for you. Then we can try again. Your sister and I can choose to check you at any time. All we have to do is say, “Check position” and you will put your hands on your head with your feet slightly more than shoulder width apart. This will make it easier for us to tell. Also, as long as you are in protection, you are not allowed to wear anything that covers your pullup or diaper in the house so we can tell if you need changing. In public you must wear pants we can pull down easily like sweats, or a skirt that we can just check under. You can also tell us that you have had an accident, but you must take responsibility for it, and that does not mean you need a change. For now, because you are in pullups if you need to go potty let your sister or I know so we can observe you. Going potty without us counts as an accident and will be worth one point. Hiding an accident by having an unauthorized change counts as 3 points. Your diapers will be arriving in a couple of days, but if you choose to be diapered tonight just let me know and we’ll pretend your pullups are diapers. Do you understand?”

      Danielle’s mind was racing, it was all so much to take in. Random checks, a point system, a diaper option, real diapers whatever that means, and needing to ask her mom or sister to use the bathroom all seemed like a lot. All the while, the extra weight across her hips and rubbing against her lower regions kept reminding her of her new status. For a second she thought about going away and striking out on her own, but that was clearly not practical. On the positive, she thought, I’m 19. I can get through a week without having more than one accident, they’re only little dribbles anyways. Then, I will get my panties back, be super careful, and this will all be past me. With all the confidence a grown woman in only pullups with nothing to cover them, she replied to her mother, “Yes I understand.”

VI.              The First Day

Being allowed only a shirt to cover herself was a big adjustment. Her first selection, a rather long shirt by design was disallowed because it was too long. She ended up with a cute t-shirt that barely got to the top of her pullup. She used to wear this shirt to display a little bit of skin above her pants, but now its purpose was to show everybody if she was dry or not. Luckily she had nothing planned that day, except for staying at home. She was too mentally exhausted to do anything else at this point anyways and was terrified of being seen. If any of her high school friends or kids at the college found out about this she would be the weird diaper girl for the rest of time. That was not the fate she hoped for. As time crept by, she started to feel a little bit better though. The crinkling was not too loud, and as long as the room was not silent she could hardly notice it. The pullup itself was not too obvious under clothing probably. Yes it was kind of thick, but not enough to where it would be a problem, especially under skirts or dresses. In fact, it was downright comfortable. The material was soft and created a slight cushion wherever she sat down. It was warm, safe and secure. And as much as she hated to admit it, the pink and the flowers were kind of cute.

      “Check position!” her mom yelled out, spooking her a bit as she swooped in from behind. Quick as lightning she spread her legs out just a bit and reached her hands up. Annie began the check, first by methodically pulling back the back to check for messes, and then feeling the bottom to check if it was wet. Then, she worked her way up to the front and made sure the flower was still there. “Good job pumpkin! You passed your first check!” Annie exclaimed. It had been over an hour though since the training began, and up to this point Danielle had not gone to the bathroom. That coffee must be just about through her, Annie thought. Oh well, best not to ask.

Right after the check, Danielle felt the beginnings of the need to pee, and because it was coffee pooing was not far behind. She felt awkward about asking her mother or her sister for help going potty. It was something she had done herself for years at this point, so it was going to be quite a pride injury to ask. So, like all people tasked with an uncomfortable task, she put it off. 5 minutes quickly became 10 and the pressure in her bladder grew, her stomach gurgled. She was going to have to face her fears.

VII.           Rush

Danielle was doing the full on potty dance, squeezing her legs together, hopping from leg to the other as she came up desperately to her mother. Seeing this, Annie asked, “Does somebody need to go potty?” “Yes mommy! Please hurry,” was Danielle’s response. Hand in hand they walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Danielle was feeling on the verge of losing control, but was exerting all of her energy into keeping it in. The door swung open, and Danielle burst in. “Danielle, slow down! Mommy needs to help you with your pullups!” Danielle was so desperate she did not care that just yesterday she would have had the ability to do this all in private, she just needed success. With one motion her mother pulled her pullups down, while sitting her on the toilet. No sooner had she sat down did a river of piss shoot out into the toilet bowl. Her crap shortly followed. Another minute and that would have surely been in my pullup she thought. She was so relieved to have made it. She went for a couple minutes, and then declared she was done. Then, as though teaching a child, her mother wiped her and “taught her” how to do it. It was humiliating, but she did not care because she did not have an accident. While wiping, Annie gave her daughter’s pullup a thorough check for any leaks. Dry as a bone. “Great job dear! You’re such a big girl. Go pick out a sticker for your pullup! Every time you make it successfully you get a sticker so you can show mommy and big sissy what a big girl you are!”

VIII.        Conflicted Big Sister

Rewards have a weird effect on people. Normally, a 19 year old being given a sticker (for their training pants no less) would be a rock bottom event. For some reason though, because it was a reward, Danielle was excited about it. Annie brought out a sheet of all kinds of stickers, and asked, “Which one do you want?” “The gold star!” Danielle replied “Ok dear, a gold star for my gold star.” Annie replied as she stuck it on her daughter’s pullup prominently. “Now go show your sister”

Emily was conflicted. She felt badly for her sister because being forced to wear pullups or be kicked out of the house is not much of a choice. Though the hours since the original shock had worn down, and the tears have stopped, she could tell that Danielle was still ashamed and upset at her new downgraded status. She felt even worse that because she is older, she has to help out with the process. On the other hand, it reminded her of her much younger days when Danielle was potty training the first time. There was no competition there, no feelings of resentment about having a successful college experience, they just loved each other. In fact, back then they were inseparable. Seeing Danielle bopping around in what was essentially a diaper took her back. Also, she had to admit that her sister looked kind of cute in it. It gave her an innocence and an excuse to show off her nice toned legs around the house. Danielle also got to be the center of attention, which felt nice to be out of for the moment.

Her thoughts were broken by her sister triumphantly strutting back in the room. She was wearing a wide grin. Understanding her role in repotty training her sister, Emily asked, “Why the big smile Danielly?” Embarrassed because she knew it was not anything she should have been proud of, all Danielle could do was blush and point at her star sticker. Knowing that positive reinforcement was important, Emily began congratulating her, “What a big girl! I bet soon all of your pullups are gonna be covered in stars until you get panties! I’m so proud of you!” Danielle blushed more. Deep down she knew that this was totally unnecessary, she had just been a normal adult yesterday, but the mind games it was playing on her was intense. She loved the attention, the rewards, the praise, but she loved being an adult more and she could not wait for the week to be over.

IX.              Night Time

At 7 o’clock, Annie called Emily over. “Since you are potty training, night time for you starts right now. Once you go to bed, if you elect to, all pullup accidents count as a half point. But if you choose, we can call those pullups diapers until your real diapers arrive. Then you would have to do all potties in your pullups until 8 tomorrow. What do you choose?” Danielle was taken aback, this was not even a real choice, of course she would keep the training up. If she chose diapers that would be like quitting, also it was her only way at keeping this a one week ordeal.  “Pullups” she said confidently. “Ok, dear, if you need to go potty at anytime in the night just come and wake me up.”

A couple of hours later at 9, Emily came up to Danielle and announced time for bed. Danielle protested a little bit, but the reality was she was wiped out from a mentally exhausting day. She hit the pillow and was out like a rock. ‘For such a stressful day her dreams were really peaceful. They all involved nature in some way. In the final one she hiked to a big waterfall and got to jump in. The feeling of the water all around her was relaxing. Before she knew it, she was being roused awake by her Mom.

X.                Morning

“Wake up sleepyhead” Annie said softly as she patted her daughter’s back. Emily awoke, amazed at how well she slept. Her pullup felt a little heavier than she remembered, but she figured she was just getting used to being awake and padded. As she undid her covers though, a shocking sight beheld her. Her flowers were gone. Her pullup had done its job perfectly. The Goodnite All-Day held the entire accident, which judging by the droop and the fact that the pee had spread out to much of it, was a substantial one.

“Uh oh, looks like somebody had an accident” Annie remarked. Danielle burst into tears. This cannot be happening she thought. She hadn’t had a real accident in years, and here she was standing in front of her mother is a droopy pullup. She noticed that the pullup had gotten a little bit bigger and had a yellowish tint now to it. She felt about 6 inches tall. Noticing her daughter’s tears, Annie jumped into mother mode. “Shh, shh it’s ok, accidents happen and that is what pullups are for. See your bed is dry, and this is way better than waking up in a wet bed right?” Danielle could only sniffle agreement, the fact that it was better than that did not make it good. She then grabbed her mother for a big hug and held it there for a minute. That seemed to calm her down.

After Danielle calmed down, her mother led her over to her “pantie” drawer. “Grab the next one in the stack dear” Danielle grabbed the Frozen themed purple one. She loved that movie, and was going to make it her mission to keep that snowflake on. She went up to her mother with it. “Since you were wet, I’m gonna have to change you, but if you are dry I would have let you do it.” Annie grabbed the sides of the sodden pullup, and ripped. She then balled it up and threw it in the trash. Next she brought out a yoga mat which she labeled, “Danielle’s changing mat”. This thing ran deep. Lay down on your mat dear, Danielle complied. “Legs apart” Annie said as she began to wipe her grown daughter clean. Then came the powder, after all the prep work, she stood her daughter back up with her arms on her shoulders for balance. “Ok, right foot in, left foot in.” And the change was done.

Annie then handed Danielle a marker. “Go up to your chart and put a big .5 in for Monday. That was your score for yesterday. Obediently, Danielle headed to the chart and in the first slot put a .5 in it for all to see. There is something harsh about having to record your own potty training failures as an adult, but it was part of “getting with the program”. Danielle was dejected though, she thought that this week would be a cakewalk, and she would just be putting straight 0s on the board. Instead, she was one mistake away from prolonging this situation another week. On the positive, she at least had room to make a mistake still, and the night must have been a one off.

XI.              A Good Day For Danielle

Tuesday was another day that Danielle did not have anything planned. She quietly ate breakfast as her mother told her sister about her last night’s accident. Nothing was private any more she thought. Emily felt genuinely bad for Danielle, but figured that since she actually did pee her pullup that this might be necessary instead of just an overreaction. At about 10, Danielle asked her mom if she could go on a run. Thinking about how this would work out, they figured out a system to allow it to happen. She would be allowed to run as long as she wore her GPS watch to ensure that she did not take any unauthorized bathroom breaks along the way. Otherwise, there was not problem to running Annie felt, and the running could do her daughter well. Elated, Danielle rushed back to her room. This would be the first time she would be allowed to cover her humiliating, infantile undergarments. Her first pair of running shorts were a white pair. Though they covered her pullups, the purple shown through and anybody would notice them underneath. Next, she chose the black pair, though they were a little bit shorter, they still covered it up mostly. There was a slight bulge, and the top of her pullup rose about a quarter inch above her shorts, but as long as she wore a shirt nobody would be able to tell. She settled on this one.

After a quick check which of course yielded nothing, she was on her way. Though it did not work out at Washington State and she would not be running at Western, she still ran as a way to clear her heads. There is no better place in the world to run besides Bellingham she thought, as she took off down the beautiful trails. Even though the pullup she had on slightly brought her legs further apart, for just a moment she was able to pretend that she was not a 19 year old girl going through a toddler’s right of passage. Instead, she got to be a 19 year old girl again. The nature cleared her mind and for the first time in over a day she felt as though she was thinking clearly. After 3 miles she turned around, she only wanted to do 6 miles because she was afraid that she might chafe.

Home that day was a success. Danielle made it to the bathroom 4 times easily, and earned a sticker each time. Admiring her success, she felt that the four gold stars across the top of her pullup made her like a General. General Pottytime! Nothing could stop her. Every single check came across bone dry, and though the praise was for something so normal, she was loving the praise and attention. Both her mom and her sister were just so affectionate and acting so juiced every time she made it. Though she would not admit it, she loved it every time they congratulated her. That night as she crawled into bed, she fell asleep with a big smile.

XII.           Delivery Day

Danielle successfully woke up and used the potty that night, with her mother’s supervision of course. The next morning, she got to experience the joys of ending a successful day. She got to take off her old bone dry pullup and put her new one on. Oh the simple joys of freedom! Then, the satisfaction of writing a big “0” right in the Tuesday slot was amazing. That was not even hard yesterday she thought. Just 5 more days! At breakfast Annie had big news for her, she was getting an important delivery today. Naively her mind wondered what it could be, maybe more running gear, or clothes or something else nice. Little did she know that her second guess was sort of right.

The UPS truck pulled up at around 11am. Danielle had just come back from her run, and was about to hop in the shower. The doorbell startled and excited her. From her vantage point upstairs she saw her mother bring in a pretty big, non-descript box. Realizing that she should get a hold of herself, she hopped in the shower. In the shower she daydreamt, perhaps it was a new computer, the box was certainly big enough to hold that. While showering, her mom came in and said, “After your done sweetie, meet me in your room, I have to show you your delivery.” Excitedly she cut her shower short, dried off and got back into dresscode. She rushed over to her room, and there over the big box was her mom. Danielle grabbed a pair of scissors and cut through the tape that held together the box, disappointment met her.

On that first day, her mom did plenty of research and found baby-like adult diapers with massive wetness capabilities. They came in so many cute designs, and would absolutely fit her daughter. She could not decide which one Danielle might like best, so she bought the mixed pack of 80 just in case. Watching her daughter open the box, she knew that she would get a rise out of her. “So these are the real diapers? They are huge! There’s no way I will ever wear one! I cannot possibly hide these under clothes! Why did you do this, why are there so many?!?” Danielle exclaimed. “Well, you never know how your training is going to go, so I bought these just in case, also the designs are fun and if you have to go back to wearing them that means you need all the protection you can get. Also remember, if you wash out of training you have to finish this whole case before you get to try again.” Danielle quietly determined it was never, ever going to come down to that. Those would just live in her mother’s room until she got tired of this whole threat.

In a huff, Danielle did not interact with her mother for the rest of the day except for when her mother came over for checks. For all bathroom needs she just went with Emily, who though not as effusive in her praise, was still willing to go with her. In fact, going with Emily felt more normal, like it was something that she used to do long ago in a time she did not remember quite well. Emily, though weirded out by it all, was kind of enjoying it as well. She could not help but think about how cute her sister looked in the pullup, and how her sister was enjoying all of the attention lavished on her. It was fun having her sister have to rely on her again for once, and it was fun to help her out, but she also could not help but feel a little bit jealous too.

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First of all let me just say, this is extremely well-written! Hardly any typos ir grammatical errors at all! Very impressive. :)

Now, you asked for constructive criticism...

Firstly, if you want people's opinions on how to improve, you shouldn't upload 12 chapters at once! It makes commenting on things difficult and pointing out problems is kinda useless if the problem hppened 8 chapters ago.

For instance: the whole premise is that the mother finds wet panties and INSTANTLY assumes it's because her daughter is lazy. The fact that it turned out to be true is irrelevant. She could've been having stress-induced incontinence from her rough year? In any case she should've talked with her daughter about it BEFORE setting this whole thing up.

I also had a problem with several of the Rules. But part of that is just because I don't really like this genre of ABDL story as they always (by design) paint the parent as this irrational psycho who humiliates their child under the guise of "care." Which, as a Caretaker, I can not condone in the least! But once again, that's just my personal taste. A lot of people like this kind of story and I'm not bashing them or you.

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Thank you everybody for the comments, especially Wannatripababy. Future updates are going to be smaller uploads, just had a long time waiting in an almost empty airport so I just knocked it out. 

I'm glad you enjoyed my comment. As a fellow author I LOVE seeing long comments on my stories, asking questions, sharing theories, picking apart the things they liked or disliked.

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Hi Ben,

I really enjoy Points.

The trademark is GoodNites with cap G and N as well as the final s.

Is GoodNites All Day a new product? One of the major complaints since the introduction of GoodNites circa 1996 is that they have such small capacity. Of course the original marketing claims they are discreet. This means anyone too large for baby pull-ups or too small for adult products is not well served if they wet instead of occasional dribbling.

My experience is that GoodNites Tru-Fit leak far less and have greater capacity. Also the refills cost much less than traditional GoodNites. Still Walmart does stock a wide range of GoodNites products. I buy my Tru-Fit inserts from Walmart on-line.

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yeah i would have grabbed my pants  and been like fuck this i'm out. nobody has the right to decide what happens with my body. thankfully my parents were never this bad but yeah unpleasant associations

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18 minutes ago, YourFNF said:

yeah i would have grabbed my pants  and been like fuck this i'm out.

Same here. Or I wouldn't grabbed the nearest weapon-like object (perhaps a fireplace poker?) And been like "Okay, we can either talk about this like rational human beings or this will get very bloody!"

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Thanks you two for criticizing one of the best stories ever written on here. Much better than any of your work wana. Now guess what it is obvious he is not going on because of you two. Thanks wana you made your point the first time but you had to chime in again.

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1 hour ago, Tld17 said:

Thanks you two for criticizing one of the best stories ever written on here. Much better than any of your work wana. Now guess what it is obvious he is not going on because of you two. Thanks wana you made your point the first time but you had to chime in again.

oooooh burn on me!!!! :)

First of all, I never said this was a bad story. In fact, if you actually READ my first comment you'd see that I praised his writing prowess, but simply said this isn't my cup of tea.

Secondly, me and FNF didn't say she was stupid for sticking around, just that we wouldn't have because it plays into some of our deepest fears.

It's only been a week. There's nothing to indicate he's abandoned the story. Just give him time. This is Easter weekend after all. Perhaps he's spending some time with his family instead of writing? Or maybe he's trying to build up a back log so that he doesn't have to worry about getting too busy to write? There are hundreds of plausible explanations. A week is just too soon to pronounce a story dead.

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4 hours ago, Tld17 said:

You made a second comment attacking you owe the author an apology. 

When did I make a 2nd comment attacking? All I said was I would've freaked out if my mom told me I needed re-potty training.

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I really enjoyed the beginning of this story. I have to say I am almost afraid to comment. Seems like doing so will ruffle some feathers. I thought the story was very well written and an completely happy with the theme of the story. I would have happily given it a like but still don’t have any to give even though a new day has begun.  I am looking forward to reading more. 

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Did not realize this would be so controversial. I like all the comments though and nobody needs to be apologizing to anybody, I was just busy. As promised, the next chapter. 

XIII.                    Almost Clear

It was Sunday night, and if she could make it clean until bedtime she would “graduate”. Danielle was oddly excited about the prospect of earning her way back into panties. She fantasized ahout how much lighter they felt, how the designs would not mock her with a wetness indicator, and great it would be to not have to worry about covering up in public for the chance of shame. She was still relying mostly on Emily to do bathroom trips, it just felt less awkward to have her sister do it. It probably helped that her sister would just walk into the room and let her do it herself instead of insisting on giving a wiping tutorial every time. Thinking about tomorrow, Danielle located her sister for a bathroom trip.

      At this point the bathroom trips were routine for Emily. She would walk in there and pretend not to be that interested. Yes, for some reason her little sister’s childish underwear fascinated her, and yes, it was funny, but she at least had to act bored with it. In fact, with that strategy there seemed to be more willingness on the part of her sister to let her go.

The bathroom trip seemed pretty easy. Danielle went more than usual, but that was just because she had to go. Then, as though it was nothing she did a quick wipe, and pulled her pullup back up. The wipe was cursory, and afterwards an almost unnoticeable amount of pee escaped her into the pullup. Unbeknownst to her, the flower on her pullup became a little bit fuzzy. It was still there though, and she did not even consider this a problem. She strode out confidently knowing that soon her final check that could determine her underwear next week would be over and she would be safe in bed. Even if she wet the bed, she would still get day time panties.

“Check position” Annie exclaimed. Obediently, and perhaps too excitedly, Danielle put her hands on her head and spread her legs slightly. Over the week she had gotten use to the checks in which her mom would poke, prod, and peek into her pullup. At first they were bad, but since they came up dry every time it was not a problem. This was, as far as she was aware going to be like any other check.

Annie noticed right away that the lines on the flower were no longer crisp, but looked fuzzy like they were erased once by a crappy eraser. She poked, and prodded and felt nothing, but the peek inside confirmed her feelings. “Oh sweetie, it seems as though you leaked in these ones, I guess that means we still have some work to do” Annie proclaimed. Flabbergasted, Danielle could only exclaimed, “What!!” To which Annie pointed out, “Look at your flower, it’s fuzzy, on a good pullup the lines are crisp.” Then as she peeled forward the front of the pullup she said, “and look at that little bit of yellow on the bottom there, we both know what that is”. Danielle was crestfallen. She was certain that there was no problem here and now she was going to have to spend another week potty training. This was bullshit she thought. She did not even go in her It was made even worse when her mom made her change even though she was not that wet. “A wet pullup is a wet pullup no matter what.” From a distance, Emily breathed a sigh of relief, the pullups would be staying in the house, and her curiosity was at its peak level. She just had to know what it felt like.  

 More likely to come soon. Life got busy. Keep the comments coming. 

           

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I'm glad to see you back, Ben. If for no other reason than so that Tld17 won't put a contract out on me. :P I'm just kidding. Honestly, it was kinda fun being a target. Gives me a chance to sharpen my wit.

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I.                    Drama

Despondent, Danielle went to sleep. All she could think about were the remaining pullups,

lined up neatly in stacks of 8. In one week she was barely into her second stack, which was organized so that the design of her pullup alternated. For bed tonight, she was in a Frozen pullup, tomorrow morning she would get a flower one again, and so on. She knew too, deep down that if she got deep enough into the stacks, her mom would just buy more and organize them so neatly. The order of it all humiliated her.

            The night was restless, perhaps because she felt like a total failure. When she awoke, another surprise. She was soaked, unlike her last accident, this one left nothing to interpretation. The pullup sagged a bit and the snowflake had long since melted in a pee soaked river. She lied awake waiting for her mom to come in, inspect, and declare her wet. Then her mother came in. Annie did not even touch the pullup before saying, “My, you really used that one baby. Go write a 1.5 for your score for yesterday, and put a 2.5 for your week’s total.” Glumly, Danielle did as she was told, signifying on her chart her failure for all to see. “No graduation this week, but you did pretty well. I’m proud of you for only using a couple pullups, but we still need you in them just in case” Annie said. For some reason, this encouragement made her feel a little better, even though as it was being said her old pullup was being ripped open, and the new one guided up her leg like a toddler’s. This week was for sure her week.

            Emily was waiting in the kitchen. She knew that the training was going to continue a week, but she feared that it was only going to be one week. If she did not act soon, her chance would be shot. She would never know what the pullups felt like. She was just too curious. They looked comfy, and cute, and there was something about being able to do a bathroom break at anytime that just attracted her. Believe it or not, she was envious of her kid sister, her miserable kid sister. She hatched a plan, while her mom was out for a couple of hours doing errands, she would grab one while her sister was not looking and try it on. There were like 110 or so pullups left and her mom and sister would never miss one.

            A couple of hours later in the afternoon, her chance came. Her mom had to run off to meet somebody in a town 45 minutes away. This meant she would be gone for at least a couple of hours. In the meanwhile, her sister went on a run leaving Emily home alone. Stealthily she crept in to her sister’s room and slid open the drawer. It was like opening a treasure chest. She quickly grabbed the Frozen pullup from the top and scurried back to her room. With the joy of a pirate looking at her loot, she examined her bounty. It was soft, and purple, her favorite color. The princesses on the front gave it an especially childish look. Like her sister, Emily was of a slight build, and she knew it would fit easily. Ferociously she stripped down. It was the moment of truth, she pulled it up and she encapsulated her lower parts in pure padded bliss. The pullup was about as comfy as she imagined. Emily spent the next 10 minutes posing in front of the mirror, checking her self out in just the pullup. Feeling sexy, she picked out a matching purple bra for it. Then, the front door of the house opened. Panic!

            Luckily for Emily, her room was at the back of the house, so she quickly threw on some jeans and a longish t-shirt. It covered her new padded underwear perfectly. She knew that she would have to get rid of it as soon as possible. In her original plan, she would have already used and disposed of it in the diaper pail in Danielle’s room, but it was too late now. She would have to wait out Danielle and her mom until nighttime. Consciously aware of what lay beneath her jeans she bravely strode out to face her sister.

            Danielle was none the wiser, she was just too focused on staying dry, and frankly the Goodnites All-Days were pretty discrete. She went up to her sister to be allowed to use the bathroom like she always did. It felt like any other time, except this week, Danielle was extra careful about wiping and she stayed on the toilet a little extra long to make sure nothing would come out. She then went to her room to settle down and watch a movie. She just wanted to chill and try to make the best of the afternoon.

            By being in her room, she inadvertently blocked Emily’s pullup escape route. Emily would have to wait it out, perhaps until late in the night. Then horror, Emily heard the car come up the driveway. Her mother was home, and though it was easy to hide her pullup from her sister, her mother would be a different story. For some reason, she felt that her mom could hear every slight crinkle, notice even the slightest bulge, or maybe even smell that fresh diaper scent in the air. She tried her best to stay calm. “Dinner!!” Annie yelled.

            Dinner was a pretty typical affair. Annie had brought home pizza, which the girls had with milk.  Emily was doing a great job being unnoticed, she did not move much,and it was obvious that Annie had no idea that she had not one, but two padded daughters. Emily knew that her mom would freak if she did find out, and did not want to know what would happen if she did. She thought nothing of it when Danielle and Annie went up for the nightly check and change. While this happened, she always would do a run of the dishes.

            Something was amiss though. Danielle was wearing a flower pullup and the next pullup on the stack was a flower. Annie never told her daughters of the alternating as a way of keeping Danielle from hiding wet pullups from her. Her mind immediately went there. Danielle was dry, which was normally not suspicious because she was usually dry, but this time it was. Annie asked, “Honey, did you have an accident you did not tell me about” Flummoxed, Danielle said, “No! I’ve been dry all day, look!” “Then why is there a missing pullup, you know if you lie about an accident I will give you 4 points, but if you come clean now you will only get 2” Annie said. Distressed, Danielle said, “I promise, why would I lie on a Monday, I don’t have any points yet”.

            Danielle had a point, there was no point in lying yet, even with an accident she would not have to go through another week of training. Then, Annie had a thought. First, she told Danielle she believed her and apologized for accusing her. Quietly she slunk behind Emily, who was still at the sink doing dishes. The sound of the water running masked her footsteps. Then, to Emily’s horror Annie pulled up the back of her shirt. The cute purple waistband gave her away, it was clear to all that she had been busted.

            “Emily Ann Rodrigues! What is this?!?” Annie cried out. Not in a million years had she though her Emily would do something as low as steal her sister’s training pants. Emily could not react, she thought she had been so slick, but somehow her mom knew. “Stand right there, hands up.” Annie said as she took off her oldest daughter’s shirt. “Ok, now lift up this leg and now this one” the pants were off. “Come upstairs with me or you are going to be in even deeper trouble.” Annie said in a menacing tone. Quietly, except for a sniffle or two of tears, Emily complied being perp walked up the stairs to the pullup room.

            “Danielle, I have solved the case of the missing pullup” Annie said as she presented Emily, clad in only the same childish underwear she had on. “Now Emily, you know this was wrong of you to steal from Danielle, so I need you to apologize to her.” Annie said. “Sssorry” Emily stammered. “Sorry for what?” Annie implored as though forcing a 5 year old to make amends. “For stealing your pullups” Emily continued. “Good, now that I see that you stole the pullups, you have volunteered to start potty training yourself, after a small amount of time. Since you were so childish by stealing though, and it seems to be pullups that you wanted, first you are going to have to go through the case of diapers I bought in case Danielle washed out of potty training. There are 80 and they come in all different kinds. After you work your way through that whole case, then we will move you up. You must use your diapers for everything, do you understand??”

            Emily would have been mad, but she knew she messed up and got caught. She was mostly glad she was not kicked out of the house or something. “Yes” she replied to her mother’s question. She dreaded having to do all of her bodily functions in diapers, the checks, everything for a while. But she knew she had no choice. “Ok, come with me and we can pick out your first diaper together.” Annie said maybe too cheerfully.

            The diapers were tucked away in Annie’s closet. Annie never thought they would be used, but they were a good threat. There was a bright pink kind, one that said baby all over it, one with animals, a green one with paws, one with skulls, and some with childish things like boats and stuff on them. The massive size of them was all Emily could notice. Cooing, Annie grabbed one with space theme on them, apparently the aliens fade when wet. Then, she laid out a towel.

            “Make this change easy, and this will go a lot easier for you.” In no mood to test her mother’s anger, Emily obediently laid down. Her pullup, the one thing she now desired to show her adulthood was ripped off of her. Then, she was wiped down, powdered up. Mindlessly, she complied with every command to lift her butt, spread her legs, etc. just hoping for it to be done. And then, with a couple of tapes she was locked in. She was now Emily the diaper girl.

            She was stood up and looked in the mirror, the diaper was way less subtle than the pullup and was built to survive any kind of mess she would deposit in it. As she was looking in the mirror contemplating her fate, her mother snapped her back to reality by saying, “And here are the rules while you are diapered. 1. Nothing covers your diaper so I can see if you are wet at any time. In public you may wear a skirt as long as I can easily flip it up to check you. 2. You must do all bathroom functions in your diapers (poo and pee). 3. You may not change yourself, only I or with special permission from me, you sister may change you. This will keep you from hiding wet diapers. 4. I determine when you get changed, so do not ask, I may just think you are not wet enough. 5. You will use all the diapers in the case before you get promoted to pullups. Emily stood there and processed her new life. She was no longer the big sister, she was the little sister to the big girl in pullups, and once again she envied her sister’s pullups.

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