The Price Of Free Money (Chapter 20; Sept 14, 2020)

[Bonsai]

Mom telling her that the money set aside for financing her trip is going to be spent on paying her babysitting is just perfect! ?

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter 18

 

Lunch was a welcome distraction for Chelsea.  It provided an opportunity to laugh, spend time with Eric and feel like an adult for a little while.  Parting ways with the group she slipped into the restroom for a discreet check the saturation level of her underwear, they were quite soggy but should be able to last until she made it home.  Sure enough, by the end of anatomy the diaper was almost solid yellow but there were no leaks on her shorts and the college girl mounted Floyd for the journey to fresh undergarments.

“Don’t take off your shoes.” Brianna announced when Chelsea entered the house.  “Your mom said we needed to pick up more diapers for you.”

The 21-year-old grumbled and opened her mouth to protest but the babysitter was out the door before she could form the words.  Following behind and trying to be discreet about her sodden state in the semi-public space, “I need to take care of some, uh, stuff, here first.”

“This won’t take that long and then you’ll have the whole rest of the day to do whatever you want.” Brianna opened the driver’s door to her car.  “Hop in, let’s just get this over with, okay?”

Reluctantly the older girl climbed in the passenger side and the pair were off to the campus pharmacy.  Arriving in short order the babysitter elected to wait in the car for her charge to pick up the needed items, then changed her mind when she noticed the twin half moons on the back of Chelsea’s shorts.  In an effort to avoid embarrassing the older girl she had hurriedly got ran around and stopped her before she made it in the store.  “Why didn’t you tell me you needed changed?”

“I tried but you just ran out the door.” The 21-year-old fumed.

“I’m sorry,” the 19-year-old apologized.  “Let’s grab your diapers and then we can go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up real quick.”

Suddenly realizing she must have leaked, Chelsea twirled around and running her hands over her backside trying to inspect the damage, “I can’t go in there like this!”

“Well I can’t fill your prescription, only you can.”  The babysitter clicked the lock button on her cars remote.  “I’m sorry that you leaked, but since we’re here for your diapers I doubt anyone will give it a second thought.”

The 21-year-olds eyes narrowed into slits, “You better hope nobody I know sees me like this.”

Luckily enough the store was mostly barren of customers and they were able to procure the older girl’s crinkly underwear without incident.  Heading for the ladies room Brianna unfolded the changing table from the wall much to Chelsea’s disbelief, “I’m way to big for that, and besides there’s no lock on the door, anyone could walk in and see.”

“Well we won’t both fit in one of the stalls and unless you want to lay on the floor the options are limited.”  The 19-year-old put her weight on the table as a test.  “See, it’ll be good.  Now climb up, the longer you delay the better chance that someone will walk in.”

Plastic pants removed, diaper opened and crotch being wiped was the complete wrong time for Chelsea to be proven right.  The girl who walked in quickly darted into the first stall, but not before the 21-year-old had a chance to recognize her as someone from her tennis class.  Humiliation rising to a new level, but not wanting to open her mouth to give away who she was in the off chance the girl hadn’t identified her, Chelsea pounded her fists on the table and kicked her feet drawing a sharp rebuke from her caregiver.  Crinkly prison secured to her waist, she pulled on her shorts, picked up her packages and scurried to the car.

Back home, the college girls found the high schooler on the couch watching television.  Taking the opportunity, Chelsea dragged her packages to her room, shut the door and tried to forget the events of the last forty minutes.  Facebook providing a welcome distraction the 21-year-old successfully killed time until her mother was home and dinner was served. 

“It was so embarrassing, she used the baby change station in the middle of the room and everyone who walked in could see,” The elder sister moaned between bites of goulash eliciting the younger sister to laugh out loud.

“Madison, be nice.” Angie admonished.  “And Chelsea, I’m sorry that happened.  Brianna promised to check your diaper more regularly from now on, so it won’t happen again.”

“But I don’t need a babysitter!”

“You were good today,” the mother admitted setting down her spoon to give her full attention to the matter.  “But it’s going to take more than that to prove you’re back to being your old self again.  If you can make it the rest of the week without any more incidents, then we’ll see.”

Efforts at persuasion proving fruitless, Chelsea finished the rest of the meal in silence before washing the dishes and returning to her bedroom.  Finishing her homework the 21-year-old looked at the clock and groaned, nearly 11:00pm, hopefully someone was still awake to give her a change as her underwear was starting to get itchy.  Tragically, the 13-year-old was that someone and she took the opportunity to tease her older sister who gritted her teeth knowing better than to react lest there be an incident. 

Stomping her feet on the way to the trash to dispose of her heavily soiled diaper was Chelsea’s way of venting her frustration.  About to turn in for the night, she was surprised to run into her mother descending the stairs with a diaper and plastic pants in hand.  “Madison already changed me.”

“So I heard,” Angie replied.  “But this isn’t for you.  Your sister seems to think your situation is a laughing matter, let’s see how funny she thinks this joke is.”

Both girls in unison, “What?!”

“Lay down Madi, don’t make this worse than it has to be.  I think the best way to show you what your sister is going through is to have you experience it as well.”

“No way, you are not putting that thing on me.” The 13-year-old started to back away only to trip on the couch and falling back onto the cushions.

Seizing the opportunity, the 21-year-old held down the younger girl allowing their mother to do just what she intended.  Locking plastic pants in place she announced, “First, I will not be taking that off until it’s been used so don’t bother trying to hold it because your sister can’t.  Second, if you don’t want to wear a diaper to school you better be nice to her from now on.  Now it’s late, I’m tired and I don’t want to hear a peep from either one of you the rest of the night, I suggest you go to bed.”

[Sarah Penguin]

whee

[kirababy]

interesting and deserved change there.

[GQLF]

Great chapter!

[Bonsai]

So finally mom starts to come Chelsea’s way... better late than never.

If I were Chelsea, I would now be very worried about the long-term effects is the stuff she’s testing. Apparently however all interactions with prof. Killbride dried up some chapters ago. Is the stuff tested also on other subjects and how things are going for them? Are there other girls in college who suddenly need to wear protection and is there a chance Chelsea finds out about them?

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter 19

The following morning Chelsea awoke to the sound of her mother and sister talking in Madison’s room.  “There, happy?  Can you take this thing off me now?”

“You just wet honey.  I want you to sit in it through breakfast to get the full effect and then I’ll take it off.”

“This is so not fair, I promised I wouldn’t make fun of her anymore.”

The 21-year-old couldn’t help but chuckle at the 13-year-olds plight.  Serves her right Chelsea thought rolling over and immediately her good mood turned sour.  Standing up and reaching a hand to her backside confirmed the suspicion, she had more than just wet herself during the night.  Why could things never go right and what was happening to her?  Suppose this will test Madison’s vow of niceness, though I wish it had never happened at all.  Trudging down the hall passed Madison’s room she prepared for the inevitable shame that can only come from having pooped your pants.

“Morning dear,” Angie called out as Chelsea walked by, then seeing how far her daughter’s diaper drooped, “What happened?  I thought it was only your bladder that was affected.”

Choking back tears the 21-year-old answered, “I don’t know, I woke up like this.  It’s so unfair, I just wanted to make some money.”

“Shhh, it’s okay sweety.”  The mother walked over and wrapped her arms around her daughter.  “Though I think dropping out of your study might be the mature thing to do, don’t you?”

“But then I won’t have enough to afford to go on spring break.”

“And how much fun do you think you’d have at spring break if you have to wear diapers the entire time?” Angie inquired.  “You still have a couple weeks, if you quit the study then hopefully we can get you using the potty again, and maybe find another way to get the money for the trip.  A loan perhaps.” 

Wiping her eyes Chelsea looked at her mother, “I thought you wouldn’t be able to loan me money.”

“I think this counts as a special circumstance.”

“Hurray, problem solved,” Madison sarcastically chimed in.  “Can you please go shower and stop stinking up my bedroom?”

Resuming her journey, the 21-year-old stripped off her filthy undergarment, stepped into the steamy jets of water and felt better than she had in days.  Exiting the bathroom she found her mother there waiting to place a clean diaper on her and then remove the slightly used one from Madison who then took her turn in the shower.  A quick trip to the kitchen netted Chelsea a pair of strawberry pop tarts and then it was back to her room to inform Professor Kilbride she had to drop out of the study due to the side effects.  Hopefully he wouldn’t be too upset, but she needed to regain control of her bodily functions whether she was able to go on her trip or not.

When she came back downstairs, she was home alone and somewhat relieved that the dreaded plastic pants hadn’t been locked on, though at this point she knew better than to remove her underwear.  Jumping on Floyd the 21-year-old soon joined the rest of her ‘Ethan Frome’ group who spent the majority of class goofing off, confident in their presentation was perfect as is.  Leaving American Lit, a notification on her phone informed Chelsea that Professor Kilbride would like to have a exit interview at her leisure in regards to the study.  With a bit of time before tennis, she rode right over.

Knocking on the door, “Doctor?  Are you in?”

“Come in, come in,” The robust man’s voice boomed through the oak separating them.

Stepping inside, closing the door behind herself and having a seat Chelsea fidgeted in the chair, “You wanted to see me?”

“Nothing to be afraid of,” he wiped a bit of sweat from his brow.  “I wanted to apologize in person for the troublesome side effects of the cream.  Of course, there’s no need to remind you, but the college will cover any expense you incur as a result.  But that hardly seems fair compensation for what you’re going through, so I wanted to double your stipend, give you $1,000 for having been a brave participant as you’ve shown me the current formula will need to be redone.”

Mouth hanging open the diaper clad college girl took the offered envelope containing ten crisp one hundred-dollar bills.  “Thank you, sir.  Glad I could help.”

“No, I thank you Ms. Dowd.”  Struggling to his feet he shook her hand and escorted her to the door.  “I don’t wish to detain you any further, have a good day.”

Giddy, Chelsea couldn’t wait to share the news with Kristina shooting off a text before setting off towards tennis.  Arriving early, as per usual, so she could change into her sweats in a bathroom stall before anyone else showed up, the 21-year-old finished getting dressed and stepped from her cubicle nearly running into one of the other girls from her class, “Excuse me.”

“No problem,” the girl responded then paused.  “Didn’t I see you at the pharmacy yesterday?”

Looking at her feet and cheeks turning candy apple red, “No.”

“Really?  Cause it looked a lot like you.” She eyed Chelsea suspiciously.

“Nope,” The diaper clad girl started walking away.  “I, uh, had class all day.  I was nowhere near the pharmacy.”

Grabbing onto the back of Chelsea’s sweatpants and pulling them down to her knees exposed the yellowed but not quite soaked undergarment beneath.  “Ha!  I knew it was you.”

 

[Bonsai]

Hopefully, it will be soon potty training time.

After the nice news about the extra 1.000$ the chapter was going too well, so being identified as the “pharmacy girl” somehow balanced things ?

[BabySofia]

I just finally got around to reading this. Looking forward to more!

[Sarah Penguin]

[The Cle-venger]

Chapter 20

Over the course of human history, the fight or flight response has saved a great number of people; however, when your pants are at half mast it can work against you.  Chelsea spun around causing the girl’s grip on her sweats to fail and them to fall and jumble at her feet.  Unable to stop her momentum, the 21-year-old tripped over her own tangled feet, whiffed on her attempt to punch the girl and landed on her padded posterior.  In short order the girl ripped the sweats the rest of the way off, taking them with her as she walked away and left Chelsea a sobbing mess.

With her jeans in her locker, and the key to the locker in her sweatpants pocket it was going to be hard to hide her diapered state for very long.  Ducking back into a stall and waiting for the noise in the locker room to die down as the rest of the girls presumably went to the court for class, the diapered girl crept out in search of something to cover herself.  A squeak of surprise escaped her lips when she rounded the corner to find two girls still there, both turned at the noise.

“Oh my god!  What are you wearing?” the red-headed one laughed. 

Not to be outdone the blonde chimed in, “Aww.  Poor baby.  Did mommy forget to pack your gym clothes?  Here, take these,” she threw a pair of tiny shorts in Chelsea’s direction.

With little other option the diapered girl pulled the shorts up her legs as the two girls giggled their way to join class.  The top of her crinkly underwear clearly visible, Chelsea sobbed and timidly followed behind lest she be tardy and get a zero for participation points on the day.  A quick defeat (6-2, 6-1) seemed inevitable, the fact she had won a couple points courtesy of her partner double faulting on serves, only prolonged the torture.  Skipping the locker room Chelsea began the long walk of shame home, her bike key and any money for bus fare still trapped in her locker.

“Did you have a good day at school?” Brianna asked when Chelsea entered the house.  Seeing what the girl was wearing, “You complained about me changing you at the pharmacy then go parading around town dressed like that?  Hmm.  No matter.  Let’s get you a fresh diaper.”

Change of her underwear complete, the 21-year-old asked, “Can you give me a ride to the athletic complex?  I left some things in my locker.”

“Sure thing, sweetie.  But I suggest some more appropriate clothes first.”

“You don’t have to be patronizing,” Chelsea stomped up the stairs, “I’m not a little fucking kid.”

Returning downstairs with a proper pair of jeans and the spare key to her padlock found Brianna with bar of soap in hand.  “No, you are not a little kid.  In fact, you’re the oldest girl I’ve ever had to babysit, so forgive me if I say things to help take care of you.  Open up.”

An obligatory nine minutes later the pair were in Brianna’s car.  Happily, there was no one around and Chelsea was able to retrieve her belongings without further incident.  As she exited the building, she could feel for the first time in days, another exodus impending.  Clamping a hand to her backside the 21-year-old did an about face and dashed into the nearest restroom, ripped off her diaper and had a successful trip to the potty.  Finished she inspected the damage to her undergarment; all four tapes were torn.  Disposing of the now useless diaper in the trash she returned to Brianna’s car and hoped she didn’t leak too much on the ride home.

Before Chelsea had the chance to get in the car Brianna stopped her, “Did you make it in time?”

“Yes,” the 21-year-old hissed trying to swat the 19-year-olds hands away.

Pulling on the back of her charges shorts to check for herself and finding her protection missing, “I’m proud of you, but I don’t want you peeing on my seats.  It’s a good thing I brought your diaper bag for this short trip.”

“Please, no, you can’t.” Chelsea begged.

Brianna pointed to the growing wet patch on the other girl’s shorts, “I think that suggests I definitely should.  Come on.”

Back in the locker room the babysitter commanded the older girl to lay down on a bench and began to unfold a fresh diaper.  Realizing it was probably best to not fight and get this over with as quick as possible Chelsea complied.  With the padding pulled up between her legs and shorts tugged back into place she survived another potential public embarrassment unscathed. 

[Sarah Penguin]

[kirababy]

what a turn, and lots happening to her, quickly