The Price Of Free Money

[The Cle-venger]

With a sigh Chelsea logged off her GoFundMe page; $0 raised.  Weren’t guys supposed to just give hot girls money?  Spring break was a mere six weeks away and she was still $483 short of the cost of hotel and airfare.  Being that it was her senior year at college, and she had never in her life been to spring break, she was determined to do whatever it took to make it to Fort Lauderdale.  While it wasn’t time for drastic measures just yet, if she didn’t come up with something soon, once again, she’d be stuck sitting home with her mother and 13-year-old sister Madison.

 

“Mom!  I’m going over to Kristina’s!”  Chelsea shouted grabbing her coat and heading for the door.  It seemed silly to have to report everything she did to her mother at the age of 21, but her mother was very big on responsibility and accountability.  “Won’t be back til late, love you!”

 

Walking her pink huffy bike that she had gotten for her 12^th birthday out of the garage before hopping on and pedaling towards her best friend’s house, Chelsea daydreamed about what life would have been like if she hadn’t grown up in a lower-middle class, single parent household.  Surely, she would have been able to borrow the money needed for the trip from her mother instead of being told ‘sorry dear, I work 12 hours a day, 6 days a week just to pay the mortgage and buy groceries’.  Of course, if her father hadn’t been a deadbeat who drank himself to an early grave, she wouldn’t have to spend all the money she made working part-time between classes to pay tuition.

 

Twenty minutes later she arrived at Kristina’s house and was promptly ushered inside.  The pair spent a good deal of time discussing homework, instructors and cute boys.  For her part Kristina had a boyfriend and was always pushing Chelsea to hook up with one of his friends.  “Come on, you know Eric has a crush on you and I bet his cock is huge.”

 

Face turning 50 shades of red Chelsea stammered, “You know I’m still a virgin!  My mom would flip her lid if I brought a guy home.”

 

“Where do you get that?  Your mom seems cool to me, she’d understand.  Or is the baby too scared to tell her mommy she’s an adult now?”  Kristina pounced on her friend, tickling at her sides and eliciting a few giggles.

 

“You’re probably right,” Chelsea regained her composure.  “So long as I was responsible and honest about it, she’d probably be happy for me. Maybe I’ll hook up with him on spring break.”

 

“You got the money?”  Kristina clapped her hands excitedly.

 

Chelsea groaned, “No.  God.  What am I going to do?”

 

“Have you ever considered scientific research?”  Her friend opened her laptop, “The university pays students small amounts of money to try new products.  Just find a few that don’t seem too dangerous and you’ll be good to go.”

 

Peering over Kristina’s shoulder, “This says you can only be part of one study at a time.”

 

“Yeah, usually $50 for one week, though occasionally they do longer studies that pay better.  Those fill up fast though.”

 

“Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?  $50 a week isn’t going to be enough.”  Pointing at the screen, “Wait go back.  Click that one!”

 

Both girls read the description, ‘One person needed for hair removal cream study.  Get paid $500 for 4 weeks of use.  Cream intended to penetrate hair root and kill it preventing hair from ever being able to grow back.  Unknown side effects, university will cover medical costs for any adverse reactions.  Study conducted by Professor Walter Kilbride.’

 

“Quick, sign me up!”  Chelsea clapped her hands.

 

Kristina wrinkled her eyebrows, “Sounds kind of sketchy and Kilbride is a nut.”

 

“Do you want me to be able to go with you to Fort Lauderdale or not?”  Grabbing the mouse from her friend she clicked on the registration link.  “Besides, if it works, I won’t have to get a wax before we leave.”

 

Kristina moved out of the way and Chelsea hurriedly filled in her information on the screen.  Clicking the submit button she crossed her fingers hoping nobody had beaten her to the punch.  A few seconds later her phone beeped indicating a new email.  Opening it she broke into a wide grin.

 

“You got it?”  A mix of concern and excitement in Kristina’s voice.

 

“Just have to meet with Professor Kilbride tomorrow to sign some paperwork and pick up the cream.”

 

With the monetary crisis averted the girls decided to raid the kitchen making sandwiches before heading to the living room to watch movies.  A Harry Potter marathon was playing on USA and they picked it up midway through ‘The Prisoner of Azkaban.’  By the time Minister Fudge admits Voldemort is back at the end of ‘Order of the Phoenix’ it was getting late and Chelsea said her goodbyes.  She had a big day tomorrow and couldn’t wait to get it started.

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The following morning Chelsea bounced down the stairs into the kitchen to grab a couple strawberry pop tarts eager to start the day.  Not surprisingly her mother had already left for work and Madison was still asleep, though the little squirt would probably be up in short order to catch the bus to school.  Breakfast popped, was quickly devoured and Chelsea was out the door to meet Professor Kilbride.  Campus was 22 blocks away and took her 15 minutes to navigate, traffic being light at this hour of the morning.  Locking Floyd, her pink bicycle, to a post outside the chemistry building she straightened her clothes and went in search of the professor’s office. 

 

Finding it on the second floor she gently rapped on the door, “Doctor Kilbride?”

 

“Ms. Dowd, I presume?  Do come in.”  The portly professor waved her to a chair opposite where he sat at his desk.

 

Closing the door behind her the nervous college girl took the offered seat.  “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

 

“That’s quite alright,” he chuckled.  “I’ll walk you through everything that will be required, then if you’re still interested, we’ll have paperwork for you to fill out and how to log your daily experiences in the computer.”

 

“Don’t I just put on the cream?”

 

“Yes and no.”  With strained effort the professor leaned down to slide open a lower desk drawer and pull out a packet of papers.  Handing them over he continued, “Once a day you’ll apply the cream to the area you wish to permanently remove hair and let it soak in for at least 30 minutes after which time it can be washed off having done it’s work.  I ask that you try to apply it about the same time each day, though that isn’t necessary, merely a request on my part.  Once you’re ready you’ll log into a website whose address is in that packet and make notes on the cream.  Did it burn?  Was it itchy?  That sort of thing.  You’ll also be able to record side effects such as numbness or rash.  Now the part that might be a deal breaker; a photograph of the area needs to be uploaded to each day’s log.  I have no interest in making your private parts public, so you’ll be provided a genital guard to cover yourself with in the photos.  Actresses use them when filming sex scenes so they should work for what we’re doing here.  A ‘before’ photo will also be required.  Questions?  Comments?  Concerns?”

 

Chelsea hesitated, the only person who had ever seen her naked was her mother and now she was being asked to take nearly nude photos of her crotch for who knows all to see.  “Can I see what the guard looks like?”

 

From the drawer the papers had come he withdrew a plastic package.  “There’s a ladies room down the hall if you’d like to try one on and see if it conforms to your standards of modesty.  If not, no hard feelings, I can repost the study easily enough.”

 

Taking the guard, the young girl proceeded to the restroom and entered the first stall.  Lowering her pants and panties she sat on the toilet and read the instruction on the outside of the package.  It was fairly straight forward, apply a bit of glue around the outside edge of the guard and press it firmly into place.  She did, then stood up to inspect it’s effectiveness.  There was a good seal over her nethers and it didn’t allow anything she wanted to remain private to show, but Chelsea wasn’t sure she could go through with it. 

 

Peeling off the device she disposed of it in the trash on her way out before returning to the professor’s office.  Five hundred dollars.  Spring break.  With a deep breath she opened the door.  “I’ll do it.”

 

“Wonderful!” he beamed.  “Have a seat, read and sign the papers and I’ll be right back with a box of 50 guards.”

 

The forms were much as she expected, this drug may have unknown side effects, I promise not to sue the university, I am responsible for my own well being and will seek medical help at the school’s expense if necessary.  Blah, blah, blah, she eagerly penned her name on the appropriate line of each page and leaned back in her seat awaiting the plump man’s return. 

 

Mopping sweat from his brow and taking a second to catch his breath Professor Kilbride handed over a medium sized box and two jars.  “This should be more than you need but if you for some reason run out let me know and I’ll provide more.  Other than that, you’re good to go.”

 

Chelsea thanked the man and shoved the offered items into her backpack.  A smile plastered to her face she unlocked old Floyd and rode over to her Algebra class arriving early.  Taking the opportunity, she sent Kristina a text that she’d be starting the trial that night once her two classes and shift at the diner were over.  A few seconds later she got a myriad of emojis indicating her friend was happy for her.  Soon people started filing in and class was underway.

 

An hour and a half lecture on calculating matrices was hard enough to sit through when you cared about such things, having to do it when you were a poetry major was torture.  Instead, Chelsea jotted down a series of haikus about the things she saw around the room.  A guy sleeping and nearly falling out of his chair, a girl with purple and pink hair, and her personal favorite, the mound of hair on the instructor’s upper lip that he was oh so proud of.  Having survived, she gathered her books and jetted off to anatomy class.  More boredom, more haikus and more time successfully killed, she’d have homework for both classes tonight but nothing she couldn’t handle. 

 

Leo’s Coney Café was a few blocks off campus and usually slow on a Tuesday afternoon; Chelsea hoped this day would be different, so time didn’t continue to drag on.  A few of her classmates were seated in the red pleather booths when she arrived already gobbling their greasy grub.  She slipped on her apron and set to work making sure everyone was satisfied, refilling their sodas and engaging in banal banter.  By the end of the night the poor college girl had finished off her homework in her down time and still managed to sucker almost $60 in tips from the patrons.  All-in-all a pretty good night, now all that was left to do was to ride pink Floyd home and start the study.

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“Heya, Squirt!”  Chelsea said earning a glare from her younger sister.  “Whatcha up to?”

 

Madison returned her attention to what she was doing, “homework.”

 

“Need any help?” The elder sister plopped down on the sofa and picked up the paper the younger had been working on.”

 

Snatching it back, “No.  And how many times have you told you I don’t like that nickname?”

 

“Whatever.  Let me know if you need anything.”  Chelsea stood up, ruffled her sister’s hair and bounded up the stairs.  Once in her room she dumped the contents of her backpack on the bed digging out the supplies for the study.  First things first, she unwrapped a guard, secured it in place and begrudgingly snapped a ‘before’ photo.  Syncing it with her computer she then spent several minutes zooming in and examining it to ensure you couldn’t see anything you weren’t supposed to, just the neatly trimmed hair the cream would soon be removing.  Content her modesty mostly remained intact the college girl unscrewed the cap to one of the professor’s jars, dabbed a bit of the viscous green gel onto her fingers and rubbed it on the intended area before wiping her hands clean on a bath towel.

 

Naked from the waist down, Chelsea sat in front of her computer and logged onto the website from the instructions.  Starting with her observations, she wrote that it was warm though not hot and felt a bit tingly but not unpleasant.  With this being her first day she skipped over the side effects box, reasoning that even if there were some, they hadn’t had time to manifest themselves as of yet.  That brought her to a small gray box containing a single word at the bottom of the page and the only thing that legitimately worried her.  Taking two deep breaths she selected the appropriate file, positioned the mouse over the button and closed her eyes.  With thoughts of money dancing in her head she lowered her finger clicking the mouse and sending her first naked photo off into the ether. 

 

Checking the clock, the human guinea pig saw she still had 20 minutes before the cream could come off, so she checked her email, caught up on world news courtesy the Microsoft News app and lost three games of solitaire.  With the wall mounted timepiece at last signaling she had waited long enough Chelsea wiped away the green goo and was the opposite of surprised to find there hadn’t been any miracles in the last half hour, which is probably why the study takes a month.  Redressed she went back downstairs to see Madison had finished her assignment as well and was now engrossed in an episode of ‘Family Guy’. 

 

When a commercial came on the 21-year-old asked the 13-year-old, “What you want for dinner?”

 

“I already put chicken tenders and french fries in the oven.  They’ll be done in ten minutes when mom gets home.”

 

Just as the younger girl had foretold the elder was removing a tray from the oven as the matriarch of the house strode through the door.  Greetings were exchanged and all three sat down at the table for one of the three most important meals of the day.  Between bites the ever-dutiful mother inquired as to how school was, to which, both girls replied it was good.  Madison bragged she was top of her eighth-grade class earning a wow from mom and good job from Chelsea who then shared her news that she was close to saving enough for spring break eliciting congratulations from the family.  When everyone’s plate was barren the elder daughter collected them to deposit in the dishwasher, the younger resumed her place in front of the lone entertainment box and mother went upstairs to shower. 

 

The following morning the college girl was the last up since she didn’t have class until 930.  Taking her time in the shower the hot water did it’s job washing the nighttime zombie away and she walked down the hall to her room to get dressed.  Pulling on the handle to the underwear drawer she was reminded it was Wednesday by the green stenciled letters on the otherwise white ‘granny’ panties on top.  She had once upon a time complained to her mother about the boringness of her underwear and asked if she could have panties with more color.  Her mother’s response was to stitch the days of the week just below the front waistband of two weeks worth in the colors of the rainbow.  Red for Sunday, orange Monday, all the way through violet on Saturday; but since laundry was washed and stacked in her drawer for her, she lived with it. 

 

American Literature, sometimes referred to as Ameri-Clit by the boys in the class due to its predominantly female author orientation, was one of her favorite classes and first on the day’s agenda.  As a class they spent forty minutes discussing Edith Wharton and her writings on the aristocratic lifestyle she was born into.  From there the teacher then had everyone break into smaller groups of four or five students to write short plays based on Wharton’s novellas.  Chelsea’s merry band, two girls and one guy she was friendly with but who weren’t necessarily friends, was assigned ‘Ethan Frome’ with a due date two weeks hence.  Having exchanged phone numbers they agreed to meet at the library later that evening and went their separate ways.

 

Next on the agenda, lunch.  The 21-year-old walked into the campus food court and located her friend who was frantically waving her arms.  Walking over she noticed Kristina’s boyfriend Rex and his friend Eric were seated with her, “Hey everybody.”

 

“So are you bald yet?”  Kristina displayed her complete lack of tact causing Chelsea’s eyes to bulge and Eric to choke on his chocolate milk.

 

“No,” the red tint starting to fade from Chelsea’s cheeks.  “Can we talk about something else?”

 

Eric managed to regain his composure, “I hear you’ll be going to spring break with us.”

 

“Uh huh,” Chelsea’s face once again flushed.  “Couldn’t let you have all the fun without me.”

 

“Wouldn’t be fun at all without you,” Kristina laughed before she and the boys regaled the first timer with stories of previous spring breaks. 

 

For her part Chelsea had heard it all before, each time more fanciful than the last and as always fueling her desire to join the adventures.  Inevitably the revelry came to an end, the four said their goodbyes and ventured forth.  The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully, a beginner’s tennis class Chelsea had taken as an elective because it sounded fun, a short shift at Leo’s that failed to net much profit and a semi-productive hour in the library with her fellow Wharton writers.  All-in-all a productive if not tiring day that left just one thing to do before bed.  The young college girl returned home, trudged upstairs to her room and slopped the green goo onto her crotch.  Thirty minutes later the documentation was done, the cream wiped away and a bit of a surprise; some hair from the treated area had fallen off.  With a smile Chelsea put her Wednesday panties back on and herself to bed, failing to notice as a few yellow droplets soaked into the cloth between her legs.

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Waking up the next morning Chelsea slipped off her nightclothes, wrapped a towel around herself and padded towards the shower.  Being a normal person, she did not inspect her underwear when she took them off; if she had she would have noticed a yellowish tinge, slightly larger than a postage stamp that had dried to the crotch of her panties.  As it was the 21-year-old went about the morning ritual of brushing her teeth, fixing her hair and selecting an outfit to wear, which included a clean pair of Thursday panties.  After a breakfast of Fruit Loops she embarked on another day having the same two classes as Tuesday but no work afterwards and she was hoping to spend that free time with Kristina at the mall.

 

By the time anatomy class ended Chelsea was eager to meet with her best friend.  Standing up she briefly felt a slight chill between her legs, then, just as quickly dismissed the sensation as a figment of her imagination.  Kristina met her outside where she unceremoniously loaded Floyd in the back of her friend’s truck for the voyage to the mall.  The girls proceeded to giggle their way through two hours of window shopping, once in a while stopping to try on clothes or sunglasses but no purchases were made.  Chelsea and her pink bicycle were dropped at home, said goodbye to Kristina and headed inside to find her mother had already prepared dinner.  Afterwards the 21-year-old cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher and went upstairs to start her new nightly regime.

 

Sliding down her pants and panties she gasped, more of her unwanted hair was falling out.  Excited by this unexpected turn of events she set to work on this evenings experiment and its obligatory online documentation before noticing the real surprise, a small stain in her underwear.  Chalking it up the excessive laughter earlier with Kristina, though somewhat concerning since it hadn’t happened before, she tossed the soiled undergarment into the laundry and decided to go commando for the night. 

 

Friday morning she awoke to a wet patch the size of a dinner plate beneath her and her heart in her throat.  With no time to spare before having to get ready for class she tossed the covers over the spot and hoped that nobody would notice her first accident in 18 years, making a note to contact Professor Kilbride about this latest development.  Fidgeting her way through American Literature Chelsea took out her phone and sent an email admitting her embarrassing secret to the man she hoped could fix it.  The response she got forty minutes later was less than encouraging, ‘I let the campus doctor know you’d be stopping by for a checkup.  Keep me posted and don’t forget to document the incident in you log tonight.’  Suffering through a lack of choices the 21-year-old skipped lunch in favor of the clinic, signing with the receptionist and waiting for her name to be called.  When her turn came, she was ushered back to a standard room complete with a butcher paper covered table and jar of tongue depressors next to the sink. 

 

A woman with more gray than brown hair entered after a short wait.  “I’m Doctor Grant, but you can call me Sophie.  What seems to be the trouble?”

 

“Well, um…”  Chelsea’s face reddened and she stared at her feet.  “I, um, have been doing a study with Professor Kilbride and think it may have caused me to wet the bed last night.”

 

The doctor scribbled a note on her clipboard, “Just the one accident?”

 

“I may have had a small one during the day yesterday, my panties were a bit damp when I got ready for bed.”

 

More scribbling, “Any leaks today?”

 

“I don’t think so.”  The college girl’s lack of confidence shown through.

 

“Let’s have a look, shall we?”  Sophie set her clipboard down, gloved up and sat on a rolling stool at the foot of the butcher paper covered table.

 

Reluctantly unbuttoning her jeans and kicking them aside Chelsea buried her face in her hands.  The doctor made a comment that she was a bit wet and had the younger girl remove her panties as well.  Conducting a few tests to check muscle and nerve control she seemed satisfied that everything appeared to be in working order.  “I’m not seeing anything wrong, it’s possible the gel the professor gave you is temporarily numbing your nerve endings which causes you to leak.  I’ll write a prescription for nighttime protection so to speak and have you come back in a week to see if things have improved.”

 

Chelsea got redressed and took offered slip of paper from the doctor on her way out.  Shoving it in her pocket she hurried off to tennis class glad that she could wear sweatpants when she got there instead of those skimpy skirts the pros wear.  Fortunately, there were no more incidents the remainder of the day and by the time she got home she was ready to pass out; however, she had a decision to make.  Continue to use the gel and possibly wet the bed again or quit and be back to square one on spring break funding.  Neither were appealing but the desire to jet off to sunny Florida won out and in anticipation of a potential accident Chelsea retrieved a towel to sleep on and prayed it would protect her bedding.

 

If having dawns early light streaming through the open curtain was a tragedy to wake to, then having said light flood in because your mother had been gathering your laundry and noticed stains in your underwear was an unmitigated disaster.  Taking a seat on the bed beside her daughter, Angie felt a cool dampness and ripped back the covers, “Care to explain?”

 

“It was an accident?”  Chelsea felt like a toddler, which considering the state of her bed, was far closer to the truth than she’d care to admit.

 

“Looks to me like you knew it was going to happen and decided that in addition to ruining your mattress you wanted to besmirch my good towels as well.”  Holding up her hand to stop the younger girls protests before they started she continued, “I also found a prescription in your pocket that would have prevented all this.  Clearly you aren’t as responsible as I thought you were so once you’ve showered I’m driving you up to the campus pharmacy and you WILL be having it filled.”

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Left without an option Chelsea did as instructed returning to her room after a long, hot shower to find the bed stripped down to the mattress and the telltale bedwetter stain upon it.  Throwing on a t-shirt and sweats she made sure to close the door on her way downstairs lest Madison walk by and find out about her little problem.  The effort was for naught as the 13-year-old was hitching a ride to her friend’s house on the way to the pharmacy where mother handed daughter the prescription and informed her she’d be waiting in the car. 

 

Heart racing the 21-year-old stepped up to the pharmacist window, “Hi, uh, I have this prescription.”

 

Reading over the note the man behind the counter stepped down onto the sales floor indicating his customer should follow, “Let’s see, two packages of Tranquility ATN should be, ah, right here.”

 

“Uh, thanks.” Chelsea mumbled and stared not wanting to touch the suggested packages. 

 

Clearly not amused by her hesitation the man took the selected diapers, thrust them into her arms and led her to the front of the store where he announced to the clerk at the desk, “It’s a prescription, she’s all set, no charge.”

 

Mortified beyond belief Chelsea sprinted to the car desperate to get out of public view.  Her mother looked over the diapers, “Tab style, 12 per package, for overnight protection to keep clothes and bedding dry.  Now that wasn’t so hard was it?”

 

“Mother, please, can we just go?”  The younger girl buckled in.

 

Backing from the parking space, “Do I need to tell you what you’ll be wearing to bed until you prove you don’t need them?”

 

“No.”

 

“And can I trust you to handle this little problem yourself?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“All right.”  Angie turned onto the road headed home.  “It’s your responsibility.  I won’t say another word about this so long as I don’t find any more wet sheets or panties.”

 

“You won’t.” Chelsea sighed. 

 

Arriving home, it was a blessing Madison had gone out, it meant she wouldn’t have to smuggle her recent acquisition inside, though a discreet hiding place in her room was a must.  Under the bed and in the closet were briefly considered and immediately dismissed, they were the first place anyone snooping would look.  It wasn’t that Chelsea didn’t trust her younger sister; it was being prudent to keep her secret safe.  When all was said and done, she settled on pulling the bottom drawers out from her dresser and double stacking the diapers in the three inches of space between the floor and the under side of the drawers. 

 

After the excitement of the morning mother and daughter spent the next couple hours lazing around in front of the television.  For Angie it was a rare chance to sit back and relax, and Chelsea took it as a return to normality.  Around noon Madison returned home, dropped off by her friend’s mom, and all three ladies of the house lunched on turkey sandwiches, chips and sodas.  Feeling full, mother returned to laundry duty, younger daughter started homework and elder daughter hopped aboard Floyd for an afternoon at Leo’s Coney Café. 

 

The afternoon was a whirlwind for the 21-year-old as a non-stop flow of customers poured through the diner door.  Unfortunately, when all they order are milkshakes or chili cheese fries it doesn’t add up to much in the way of a tip, just sore feet and wish that she could afford a clunker car so she didn’t have to use those aching feet to pedal home.  A note on the kitchen counter explained her mom and Madison had gone grocery shopping and to heat up the leftover meatloaf in the fridge.  Doing so Chelsea took an opportunity to reflect once again on her choices; should she quit the study and find another way to come up with the cash?  Grit her teeth, continue and have to wear a diaper to bed?  Or was there a way to complete the study and keep her bed dry without resorting to the infantile underwear?  A ding from the microwave interrupted and after quickly devouring dinner she used the empty house to her advantage seeking out a way to make option ‘C’ a real possibility.

 

It was in the basement that she struck gold so to speak, an old bifurcated plastic crate with mesh divider, designed to keep clothes from getting musty, half filled with old clothes.  Dumping it’s current contents into another container she sat inside the now empty space finding just enough room to accommodate her hips and that it was deep enough that if she did wet it would drain through the mesh into the lower container keeping her bed, and more importantly herself, dry.  While not a perfect solution it seemed comfortable enough to sleep in so that she wouldn’t have to wear a diaper, and it could be easily emptied into the toilet in the morning.  Taking it up to her room she logged into the study’s website and began the evenings events, making sure to note her newfound bladder troubles in the side effects section. 

 

The requisite 30 minutes elapsed and the gel, along with most of her remaining hair, wiped away left her crotch nearly bare.  Smiling that at least one good thing had come from all this Chelsea placed her pillow against the headboard so that she would be nearly seated upright while sleeping and climbed bottomless into the plastic bin she hoped would be her salvation.  Hearing her mother and sister arrive home downstairs she put bedtime on hold, through her panties and night shorts on and helped bring in the week’s food supply. 

 

“Going to bed so early?” Madison remarked handing Chelsea a bag of frozen peas.

 

Tossing them in the ice box, “Long day at work.  You’ll understand some day squirt.” 

 

“She’s doing it again!” The 13-year-old whined.

 

Angie walked through the door with the last bag, “Be nice to your sister, she isn’t a little girl anymore.”

 

Chelsea stuck her tongue out at Madison and finished putting everything in it’s place.  Saying her goodnights she climbed the stairs to her room, chucked the clothes from her lower half back in the laundry basket and resumed her position in the plastic tub.  Within a matter of minutes after her head hit the pillow, she was deep in dreamland, images of warm sandy beaches dancing through her head.

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2:24am Chelsea woke with a start and a desperate need to use the bathroom.  Throwing off her covers was as close as she made it before pee started leaking from her into her homemade plastic bedpan; dejectedly she let it flow.  Once the stream came to a conclusion Chelsea carefully extracted herself from the bed, reached over to pick up the now full tub and emptied it’s contents far earlier than she intended.  The shifting of the weight caused the liquid inside to surge towards her exposed fingers and her involuntary reaction of letting go of the sides of the tub.  On the verge of tears, the 21-year-old watched the urine soaking into the sheets and wondered how she was going to hide this from her mother.

 

Let’s see, mom would be out the door for work around 700am and since it wasn’t the weekend Madison probably wouldn’t be up until after 900am.  That gave her a two-hour window to run the sheets down and wash them, no worries there it was plenty of time.  Looking to her alarm clock she set it to go off at 650am, pulled her pillow down to the floor and tried her best to forget what just happened and get some sleep, after all there was nothing she could do about it until morning.  Tomorrow night would be better, she’d remember to slide the tub to the side of the bed before lifting so there wouldn’t be a spill and she wouldn’t have to resort to, yuck, diapers.  After all, it wasn’t her fault, not really, her plan had technically worked.

 

‘Beep! Beep! Beep!’ Chelsea groggily struggled to hit the snooze on her alarm only to have the sound silenced mysteriously for her.  Opening one eye she immediately regretted it, “Shit!”

 

“Language young lady,” Her mother admonished.  “I heard your alarm going off and figured you accidently set it last night.  I was going to turn it off so you could sleep, but then I saw all this.  Care to explain?”

 

As much as she wanted to Chelsea couldn’t find the words, instead she draped the soiled sheets over her nakedness and sobbed.  “I, I, uh…”

 

“You didn’t wear your diaper, wet the bed and then were planning on hiding the evidence from the looks of it.”  Angie huffed.

 

“It’s not like that.”  Chelsea defended herself by picking up the plastic bin.  “I was sleeping in this and my bed was dry, but it spilled when I was going to empty it.”

 

“I don’t have time for this, I have to go to work.  We’ll talk more about this when I get home.”  Her mother stormed away.

 

By the time her sister woke up Chelsea had indeed washed, dried and remade her bed; she was munching a bowl of cereal in front of the television when Madison joined her.  After a couple of mind-numbing programs and lunch Kristina swung by and picked the elder sister up for a trip to the mall.  Once there they set about trying on clothes, playing with the all furry critters at the pet store and of course a rousing game of people watching bingo which Chelsea won.  In celebration of that fact, the 21-year-old swung her leg over top the coin operated horse kiddie ride and sat down to discover a warmth spreading betwixt her legs.  Before she was able to dismount her friend deposited a quarter into the appropriate slot, the horse began to rock, and more pee escaped into her rapidly moistening panties.

 

When she was finally able to escape, she made a beeline directly to the bathroom to inspect the damage, a softball sized wet spot on her jeans and very yellow Sunday underwear.  Sitting in a stall, tears filled her eyes, “Why, why, why?”

 

“You all right, girl?”  Kristina poked her head into the restroom.

 

“No.”  Chelsea choked out.  “I had a little accident.”

Stepping all the way in and locking the door her friend asked, “Anything I can do?”

 

“Can you by chance run these under the dryer?”  She knew Kristina wouldn’t make fun of her and flopped her jeans over the top of the stall door.  “Thanks.”

 

In a matter of minutes, the pants were dry, and the girls exited the restroom after Chelsea hurriedly wrapped her wet underthings in paper towel and stuffed them into her pocket.  From there, the afternoon’s fun having been ruined, they headed to their respective homes.  A quick shower and change of clothes later did little to improve the 21-year-olds mood as she sat around awaiting her mother’s inevitable arrival and the lecture that was sure to follow.  Sure enough, as she was reflecting on her own misfortune, Angie entered carrying a Hot and Ready pizza from Little Caesars. 

 

Gobbling down two slices Chelsea then excused herself to her room to slather her privates in green goo, she had no doubt by the end of the night she’d be demoted to diapers, might as well continue the study to ensure it wasn’t for nothing.  A knock on the door as she was wrapping up the nights log sank her heart, “Is that you mom?”

 

“Can I come in?”  Was the older woman’s reply.

 

Chelsea pulled on her night shorts and sat on the bed, “Yes.”

 

“I think you know why I’m here,” Angie entered, closing the door behind her, and taking a seat beside her daughter.  “I’m not mad at you, just disappointed that you didn’t take the doctor’s advice.  I know it must be hard to be your age and to start having problems like this, but if the doctor said it was a temporary thing because of your study or whatever, then the best you can do is ride it out.”

 

“But I don’t want to have to wear those things, they’re gross.”  The 21-year-old pleaded.

 

Angie toed the plastic bin still sitting on the floor from earlier.  “Grosser than sleeping in that and getting pee all over the place?”

 

“Yes.  With the tub the pee went through the mesh and into the other compartment and it wasn’t strapped around my waist.”  Chelsea could see her mother wasn’t convinced.  “And the only reason the sheets were wet was because I dropped it.”

 

“Well, I still think you should try the diapers.”  Angie patted her daughter’s leg and stood up.  “Put one on and since you’ve demonstrated I can’t trust you on this, I’ll be back in a few minutes to check.”

 

After her mother left the room Chelsea removed her soon to be plastic prison from it’s hiding spot beneath the drawer and laid it out on her bed.  Staring at it, she knew that she had to bite the bullet and slid down her shorts.  Laying on top of the offensive garment she pulled the front up between her legs and secured it in place, or rather tried to.  Of the four tapes, one wouldn’t stay on, another was loose and the diaper as a whole looked a bit crooked.  She was puzzling how to fix it when her mother returned to the room.

 

“Oh honey, that’s going to leak.”  Angie tried not to laugh.  “Why don’t you get another diaper and I’ll help you.”

 

The 21-year-old did as she was told and for the first time in 18 years her mother fastened a diaper around her hips with explicit instructions not to take it off until she could be checked in the morning.

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Chelsea looked down at the diaper securely fastened around her waist, now what am I going to do?  Still have a couple hours before I have to go to bed, but I can’t go down to the living room without Madison seeing and I can’t take this thing off because I’ll never get it back on right.  Screw it, mom will be gone by the time I wake up, I’ll just take the stupid thing off and sleep in the bin like I was going to originally.  So long as I don’t spill again, she’ll never know.  With that the 21-year-old ripped the tapes allowing the offensive garment to fall to the floor, pulled up her shorts and headed down to watch television.

 

The following morning she woke with a smile, her mother and sister were no doubt long gone by now and despite the tub being full, she and the bed were both dry.  Careful not to lose a single droplet she hauled her bedwetting solution to the bathroom to empty and rinse for use again that night.    Bounding down the stairs she ate a quick breakfast, hopped on Floyd and was off to American Literature.  Meeting with the ‘Ethan Frome’ group, they spent the class examining chapter four of the book and Ethan’s delivery of lumbar to Andrew Hale.  At the rate they were progressing through the plot they’d have it all wrapped up by the end of the week.

 

A short two-hour lunch shift at Leo’s and then it was on to tennis.  Attempting to step into a backhand shot, Chelsea planted her foot and swung her racquet as hard as she could, the ball deflecting off the tip out of bounds.  Had she managed to keep her balance she would have been disappointed by that instead of being sprawled out across the ground with a wet patch growing between her legs.  Clamping down the 21-year-old managed to prevent her accident from becoming a full-on disaster, a few droplets leaked onto the hard-court surface though most of it was absorbed by her navy sweatpants and yet another unfortunate pair of panties. 

 

“Are you alright?”  The instructor bent down next to her.

 

Slowing standing up Chelsea responded, “I think so.”

 

“You seem to be walking a little awkward.  Why don’t you get checked out by Dr. Grant just to be sure?”  The tennis guru recommended walking with the younger girl towards the exit to the fieldhouse.  “Have her sign off real fast and you’ll be welcome to finish class with us today.”

 

Trudging the half block to the campus doctor’s office Chelsea couldn’t help but feel like a kindergartener being sent to the school nurse.  Checking in at the front desk she opted to pace around the waiting room until being called to the back a few minutes later.  Another couple minutes passed and the doctor walked in, “Back so soon?  Were the diapers not working?”

 

“No, they’re, uh, fine.”  Chelsea wiggled causing the butcher paper she was sitting on to crinkle.  “I fell down in tennis class and my instructor thought I was walking funny after, but I’m fine.”

 

Sophie pointed towards the girl’s crotch, “Did one accident cause the other, and which one happened first?”

 

“Falling down came first, then, you know.” 

 

“I suppose I do,” The doctor took out a prescription pad and began to scribble.  “I’m going to write this so you can get additional protection for daytime use should you choose.  Or you could discontinue the study.  Either way, going home and getting cleaned up.”

 

Chelsea took the offered paper, “Thanks.”

 

“I also included a note for your tennis class that clears you to return.”

 

Back home it was getting close to dinner time but that was the furthest thing from Chelsea’s mind.  As soon as she made it to her room, she stripped off her disgusting clothes, kicked them aside and ran to the shower.  For the better part of 30 minutes the 21-year-old allowed the steamy water to wash the ickiness from her skin, finally stepping out when she heard her mother call her to eat  Throwing on a t-shirt and her night shorts she joined her sister at the table just as her mom brought out the pork chops and stuffing.

 

“Looks great!” Madison eagerly scooped a bit of green beans onto her plate.

 

“Thank you.” Angie smiled.  “How was everyone’s day at school?”

 

Madison immediately launched into a long story of how amazing she was doing; she was definitely going to get all A’s and one of her teachers was pushing her to test for advanced placement classes when she started high school next year.  Through the entirety of the soliloquy her mother was staring in the direction of the elder sister who was increasingly shrinking in her seat.  When she finished, all attention in the room shifted to Chelsea.

 

“And you?  Anything noteworthy happen today?”  Angie glared icily at Chelsea.

 

“Nope.  Nothing.”  The 21-year-old shoved a bite of stuffing in her mouth.

 

With a raised eyebrow her mother offered a second chance, “Are you sure?”

 

Chelsea remained mute and Madison took the opportunity to interrupt.  “Is there something I should know about?”
 

“As a matter of fact, there is.”  Angie sighed.

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“NO!  You can’t tell her!”  Chelsea jumped up and started to run to her room.

 

“If I could trust you to handle this responsibly and truthfully with me than she wouldn’t have to.”  Angie called after her eldest daughter standing up to follow and indicating the youngest should come as well.  Without knocking she barged into the 21-year-olds room and went straight to the laundry basket pulling out the shamefully yellowed underwear.  “Saturday, Sunday, Monday and pee stains in all of them.  You told me that this was just a night-time problem.”

 

A river flowing down her cheeks Chelsea stuttered, “It is, was, it…”

 

“You also said you would keep your diaper on all night, yet when I checked you this morning you were sleeping in that stupid tub.”  Angie powered on.  “Do you know how bad that could be for you?  What if it were to cut off your circulation?”

 

“Maybe I should…”  Madison started backing out of the room.

 

“This is what you’re here for.”  Angie stopped her younger daughter in her tracks before returning her attention to the elder.  “Get one of your diapers so I can show your sister how to put it on you.  From now on she and I will be responsible for you since you can’t seem to handle that on your own, which means that she and I will be ensuring you’re properly attired at all times.”

 

“What!  No!  You can’t!”  Chelsea protested.  “And what do you mean at all times?”

 

Her mother’s tone softened.  “Well since you’re wetting yourself during the day, you’re going to have to wear diapers then too, honey.  There will be no discussion on this, and if at any time one of us finds you not wearing your protection you’ll be in BIG trouble.” 

 

The 21-year-old looked from her mother to her sister then back to her mother before pulling out the bottom drawer of her dresser and taking out the requested item.  Handing it to her mother she lay on her bed and awaited the inevitable embarrassment that was sure to follow.  Carefully unfolding the diaper her mother explained to the 13-year-old step-by-step instructions on what she was doing.  Lowering Chelsea’s shorts, sliding the plastic undergarment beneath her hips, adding a light dusting of baby powder and sealing it shut.

 

Chelsea sat up with a crinkle, “What if I need to use the bathroom and neither of you are around?”

 

“You keep claiming that you’re a big girl who doesn’t need diapers, try holding it.”  Her mother responded.  “Or you could try the doctor’s office on campus, stop by my work, if it’s after 230pm your sister will be at home; there are options sweety.”

 

With the evening’s humiliations winding to a close the 21-year-old could do nothing more than lay in bed and cry herself to sleep.  Around 1030pm she woke, diaper still dry, and realized she had not done her nights study.  Unsure what else to do the green goo got smeared down the inside of the front panel of her underwear such as it was, and a repeat of the prior days photo was uploaded.  After the requisite time passed she wiped away as much of the professor’s hair remover as she could and flopped back to sleep not waking until the next morning.

 

“Madison, please.  You don’t have to do this.”  The 13-year-old was removing the tapes to the elder girl’s sopping wet diaper.

 

“Heya, squirt.”  The younger girl took a wipe and began to clean her older sister.  “Just following mom’s orders, wouldn’t want to be irresponsible like you.  And what’s this green stuff, do you have green poopies like a wittle baby too?”

 

Groaning Chelsea wished that this was a bad dream.  “Oh shut up.  You know I’m not a baby, just tape the damn thing on and be done with it.”

 

Once Madison was completed with the task and off to school, the 21-year-old sent a text to Kristina, ‘u know how to change a diaper?’.  In short order a reply came, ‘yeah, y?’.  Telling her friend she’d explain later the diaper was immediately ripped off to be replaced by her Tuesday panties.  Having regained some sense of control over her life Chelsea set out for Algebra where a quiz awaited on factoring.  Solving 4x² - 13x + 10 to see whether it equaled A: (2x - 5)(2x - 2), B: (4x - 5)(x - 2), ? (4x + 5)(x + 2), or ? (2x + 1)(2x + 10) was a pain but nothing she couldn’t handle.  Obviously, the answer was B and she filled in the correct circle on the scantron sheet and set to work on the next problem. 

 

Reaching question 23 of 24 and new issue made itself known as the college girl began to feel a trickle between her legs.  Hurriedly choosing C for the last problem without bothering to read the question she bolted to the front of the class, turned in her scantron and jetted towards the restroom.  By the time she reached her goal there was a stain the size of a softball ballooning around her crotch and a sense of hopelessness growing in her stomach.  How would she explain soaking another pair of panties when she was supposed to be in her diaper?  Could she skip anatomy class and get her clothes washed before anyone got home so no one would be the wiser?  What would her mother do if she found out that once again, she’d drenched her pants?

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Darting home as quick as she could between classes Chelsea changed into drier clothes, tossed the dirty ones in the washing machine and headed back to class.  Anatomy class seemed to drag on forever but at least she didn’t have another accident, two in one day would have been terrible for her currently delicate self-esteem.  Meeting up with Kristina after, she had her friend join her in the food court restroom for what was sure to be an interesting conversation to say the least.

 

Opening a stall door Chelsea invited Kristina to join her, “I need your help with something.”

 

“Ah, ok,” with eyebrows raised the other girl followed.

 

“Remember earlier when I asked about if you knew how to put on a diaper?”  Red-faced Chelsea produced one of the aforementioned items from her bookbag, “Well the study I signed up for has had a somewhat tragic side effect and because of a couple very minor accidents my mom is making me wear these.  Obviously, I don’t need them but if I go home and don’t have one on she’ll be pissed.”

 

Stifling a laugh Kristina took the diaper in hand and set to work. Chelsea removed her pants and rested her backside against the diaper Kristina had placed on the stall wall.  In short order it was pulled between the embarrassed girl’s legs and securely fastened around her hips.  “I take it you’ll be needing me to do this every day?”

 

“Only until I can convince my mother to stop being a bitch about all this.”  The girls exited the stall, paused at the sink to check their hair in the mirror and proceeded on their way.  “Thanks for helping out, I really owe you.”

 

Parting ways, Chelsea hopped on Floyd, speeding home to switch her clothes from the morning to the dryer before anyone was the wiser.  Unfortunately, Madison was home when she got there thwarting that at least for the time being.  Things got worse when the 13-year-old demanded to check her diaper which resulted in a tussle and the younger girl’s cherry Kool-Aid spilling all over the couch cover.  The two were arguing over whose fault it was when their mother came home, threatened groundings and sent them to their respective rooms until dinner.

 

Figuring she was at home so it wouldn’t be a big deal, Chelsea stripped off her diaper, took a few ‘just in case’ shots of the bald spot on her crotch she could upload to the study should her mother choose to not see reason and slopped on her nightly goo.  Just as she was wiping away the last remnants there was a call from downstairs that dinner was served.  Throwing on her night shorts until such time as she had to be diapered again, she paused when she was halfway down the stairs and saw the couch cover had been removed. 

 

Angie entered from the kitchen carrying a green bean casserole, setting it on a potholder she turned her attention to her eldest daughter, “I want to see your diaper right now young lady.”

 

“Um,” Chelsea fidgeted with the waistband of her shorts, “I thought I didn’t need it at home.”

 

“You most certainly do,” her mother pointed upstairs.  “Go get one and bring it to me.  Can’t have you peeing all over my furniture.”

 

“But I don’t have accidents during the day!” Chelsea protested.

 

“So when I put the couch cover in the washer I didn’t find pants that you washed hoping I wouldn’t notice?”

 

Stupid Madison spilling her drink, “Those must have been left in there from the other day.”

 

“Oh really?”  Angie walked over to the couch where the clothes in question were sitting.  “Because they were in there with your Tuesday panties, and today is Tuesday if I’m not mistaken.”

 

Chelsea knew she was busted and hung her head in shame as she trudged up to her room to fetch her plastic prison.  Returning to the living room she was soon stripped and diapered with her mother refusing to give her shorts back.  Begging for something to cover her humiliation, she was informed that since she couldn’t be trusted, while she was at home, she was to be exposed so that her mother and Madison could ensure she was properly protected.  When she left the house for school or work, a chain would be looped through her jeans with a small lock in the back to prevent her from removing them and safeguarding her diaper from tampering. 

 

At the dinner table, Madison was determined to keep her sister’s underwear the topic of conversation.  “Pretty sad that I have to babysit my older sister because she can’t keep her pants dry.”

 

“Oh shut up, you aren’t babysitting me.”  Chelsea gave the younger girl a shove.

 

Angie gave the 21-year-old a stern look, “Be nice to your sister, or do you want grounded after all?  She’s doing you a favor by helping out.”

 

“But I don’t need diapers!”  Chelsea protested.

 

Madison laughed in response, “For someone who doesn’t need them you sure soaked the one I changed you out of this morning.”

 

“Shut up!”  The 21-year-old gave the 13-year-old another shove.

 

Angie pounded her fists on the table, “Enough!  I told you to leave your sister alone, you couldn’t so now you’ll owe her $2 every time she has to change you.”

 

“What?!?!”  Chelsea crinkled in her chair.  “That’s not fair!”

 

“Not fair?”  Her mother’s eyes narrowed.  “How about $3?”

 

Madison could only sit there and grin as the exchange went on which only served to make Chelsea angrier, “God, why are you being such a bitch?”

 

Immediately regretting the words did not put them back in her mouth and in no time her mother had stormed around the table, ripped Chelsea to her feet and delivered 10 hard swaps to her diapered rear.  From there the babysitting fee was raised to $5 and she was grounded for two weeks.  Not wanting to make things even worse, she smartly chose not to protest further and ate the rest of her casserole in silence.  How had she gone, in just a week’s time, from confident college student to what amounted to be little more than a toddler?  Maybe tomorrow when her mother had calmed down a bit she could apologize and regain her adulthood.

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The following morning it was thankfully her mother not her sister who woke Chelsea up to change her thoroughly yellowed nighttime diaper.  From there the 21-year-old was instructed to pick out her clothes for the day and get dressed; afterward, a small chain with keyed padlock was threaded through the loops on her jeans.  Effectively trapped in her new crinkly underpants the college girl moped around the house for a bit until Madison was off to school and her mother was at work.  Not needing to leave for class for another hour gave her plenty of time to try and devise a way to remove the offending garments, unfortunately none of her clever plans translated into freedom.  Begrudgingly, she hopped aboard Floyd and headed for American Lit and her ‘Ethan Frome’ group. 

 

Unlike her earlier endeavor, Chelsea’s group made tremendous headway on their project and it was looking like they would be done early.  All that was left for Friday’s class would be the epilogue where Frome and the narrator enter Frome’s house.  Once that was written up, a quick read-through with some polishing touches added and they’d be done.  Happy something was finally going her way the 21-year-old packed up her books and made her way to Leo’s Coney Café for her two-hour lunch shift.  Surprisingly, it was busier than usual which meant more tips but also more moving around, the latter causing her wet, with what she hoped was only sweat since she hadn’t knowingly peed, diaper to rub uncomfortably between her legs.  With tennis class next she had to find a way to be rid of the damn thing and her only real option was to visit her mother at work and hope she’d calmed down some from last night.

 

Arriving in short order at her mother’s work, the college girl got the older woman’s attention and the two headed to the restroom.  Angie took a key from her pocket and asked her daughter, “Did you need the potty, or did you have an accident and need me to change you?”

 

“Neither.” Was the indignant reply.  “I’ve got tennis class next and can’t very well participate in jeans, now can I?”

 

“I suppose not.”  The elder woman released the younger from her temporary confinement.  “But you are not to remove that diaper and you will report to either myself or your sister immediately after class to ensure you kept it on.”

 

Thinking it might be best to switch to her sweats now instead of the locker room set she about doing just that.  No sooner than her Levi’s hit the floor than she felt a hand on her crotch.  “What the hell mom?”

 

“I thought you said you didn’t need to be changed.  You’re absolutely drenched sweetheart.”

 

“It’s just sweat.”  The 21-year-old defended herself.  “Leo’s was busy today and these stupid things you’re making me wear are really hot, okay?”
 

Angie shrugged her shoulders.  “I don’t think that’s just sweat.  Did you want me to freshen you up a bit?”

 

“I’m fine,” Chelsea huffed and finished getting dressed.  “Class starts soon, I gotta go.”  With that she exited the second-floor bathroom, rode the elevator to the lobby and ducked into the ladies room down there.  Wiggling the diaper down her hips, being careful not to tear the tabs so that it could be slid into place before she had her mom check her after class, she carefully stashed it between the toilet tank and wall.  No sense carrying the disgusting thing around in her backpack and potentially fouling up her books, easier to retrieve it here later before going upstairs.  Feeling better than she had all day, Chelsea zipped to the tennis courts for the start of the doubles tournament.

 

Feeling relaxed and comfortable the college girl zipped around the court with gusto; so much so that she and her partner Trevor had qualified for the semi-finals next class and almost assuring her a 3.0 for the class.  Pleased that she had not only secured a decent grade for a class she had only expected to do marginally well in, but also managed to keep her gym shorts dry Chelsea proudly rode Floyd back to her mother’s workplace.  Upon entering the first-floor restroom she returned to the stall where she’d left her crinkly tormentor to find it missing.  Hurriedly, she checked all the stalls in case she had misremembered where she had stashed it only to find that her diaper was missing. 

 

Not wanting to find out what her mother would say if she returned without her prescribed protection the 21-year-old remounted her bike for the journey home, hoping that she’d make it before her sister and could strap another embarrassing undergarment to herself before anyone noticed.  As luck would have it, she managed to make it through the front door 10 minutes before her sister was due to be out of class.  Smart enough to remember that she was shit at putting a diaper on herself she had called Kristina to meet her at home and found her waiting on the front step when she arrived.  In short order Chelsea was secured in her infantile prison once more and with no time to spare as Madison walked in the door immediately demanding she drop her pants. 

 

“Such a big girl, not piddling in her pants.”  The younger girl chided.

 

Attempting to pull her pants back up the elder sister replied, “Fuck you, squirt.  Why don’t you go play with your barbies?”

 

“Ah, ah, little girl,” Madison laughed.  “I’m not the baby sister now, and no covering your diapees at home, remember?”

 

Begrudgingly Chelsea dropped her pants to her ankles and kicked them away.  As shameful as it was, Kristina had put her into this diaper so hiding it didn’t really matter, finding a way out of them and getting revenge on her 13-year-old tormentor did.  With great effort she managed to forget about what she was wearing for a couple hours and concentrate on studying with her friend and for the most part the pair were left to their own devices until Angie returned home around dinner time.

 

After saying goodbye to her friend, the college girl joined mother and sister for chicken tenders and French fries.  Banal banter passed most of the time until the one topic the 21-year-old dreaded reared it’s ugly head with her mother addressing Madison.  “I see our baby girl has already made use of your ‘babysitting’ services.”

 

“What do you mean?”  The younger daughter inquired.

 

“Didn’t you change her pants when you got home?  She was soaked when she stopped by the office before tennis class.  I can’t imagine her diaper would have held too much more.”

 

A wicked grin on the 13-year-olds lips.  “No.  She was dry.”

 

“Oh really?”  The mother was incredulous.  “Well she won’t be changing herself anymore.  The medical supply store had some special locking plastic pants for difficult patients and I bought a couple pairs.  So from now on you and I will be the only ones with keys.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A little more than an hour passed since dinner and Chelsea was still, thankfully, dry.  Not wanting to upset her mother any further she had acquiesced to the locking plastic pants without too much fuss, but now she was in need of a restroom.  Trudging downstairs after falsifying her nightly report on the study that had landed her in this mess the 21-year-old found only her sister in the living room.  “Where’s mom?”

 

“She went to bed early.”  The 13-year-old responded.  “Did you need a diaper change?”

 

Not wanting to have to pay her sister for ‘babysitting’ she huffed, “As if.  I just wanted to ask her a question.”

 

Returning to her room she decided to turn in for the night herself in hopes that she could hold off until the morning.  Fate, it seems, was not on her side.  For despite having not applied the cream she still soaked her pant in her sleep and was only made aware of the fact as her mother was tugging her locking plastic pants back into place. 

 

“Now remember, only myself and your sister have keys, so when you need changed come find one of us.”  Angie smiled and patted her daughter’s undergarments causing a wisp of baby powder to permeate the air.  “And no skipping classes.”

 

“Yes, mother.”  Chelsea grimaced.  Somewhat thankful she had managed to make it at least one day without incurring a babysitting charge, the 21-year-old headed downstairs for breakfast pop tarts before heading to algebra.  As the instructor was in the midst of explaining factoring, the college girl was busy trying to figure out how she was going to hold off on making the #2 in her pants that she had put off last night instead of asking her sister permission to use the bathroom.  Unfortunately, her fidgeting in her seat did not go unnoticed and Dr. Tot requested she come to the whiteboard and demonstrate the greatest common factor of 6x^7+3x^4-9x^3. 

 

The answer itself, 3x^3(2x^4+x-3), was not nearly as hard as keeping her pants clean throughout her time in front of the class.  For the time being she had survived, but as she bent over to sit back down a gassy explosion erupted behind her.  People nearby all chuckled mistakenly believing that she had a bout of flatulence.  Poor Chelsea though was unable to stop the deluge into the seat of her diaper and hurriedly gathered her things before running out of class.  With not a tremendous amount of time before Anatomy began she had a choice to make; skip class and hope her mother didn’t find out, ride her bike to her mom’s work and hope she wasn’t busy or go to the high school where she knew Madison would be on lunch. 

 

As humiliating as it was, the high school was her best option.  If her mom was busy she’d have to go to Anatomy messy and there was no way she could skip class as attendance was part of the grade.  Reluctantly lowering herself down onto the bike seat and smearing the muck inside her diaper all over herself she set out for what was sure to be a horrid experience.  Sure enough, after finding her sister in the lunchroom, mortification beyond belief began.  Not wanting her friends to miss out, Madison invited her friends to the bathroom to watch as she changed her older sister’s pants.   With no other choice but to endure it, Chelsea hung her head in shame as the plastic pants were slid down and her poopy pants exposed.  Tears streamed down her cheeks as her crotch was wiped clean in front of a gaggle of barely teenage girls and after being taped into a fresh diaper she was handed her soiled garment and told to dispose of it in the lunchroom lest she never get changed midday again.

 

Balled up diaper in hand she did as instructed depositing her used underwear into the refuse bin to the laughter of a roomful of high schoolers.  Free at last to resume her day she bee-lined to class and tried her best to forget the indignities of the past.  To her credit she made it to Dr. Russel’s class with 5 minutes to spare, the accomplishment however, was diminished by the fact she had somehow managed to drench her diaper in the process.  Not wanting to dwell upon failure the 21-year-old managed to immerse herself in the lecture and temporarily forget about her predicament. 

 

Upon arriving home Madison unsurprisingly ordered her to strip off her pants and then proceeded to change the yellowed garment hanging from her waist; at least this time the younger girls friends weren’t present.  When mother returned home the college girl made her gripes known.  “She had her friends watch and everything!”

 

“I’m sure you’re exaggerating.”  Angie laughed.  “You’re just making it sound bad because you don’t like the new normal.”

 

“But everyone laughed when I had to throw my dirty diaper away!”

 

Mother hugged daughter, “I’m sure it seemed like that, but I bet nobody even knew what was going on.  You know how high school kids can be, all wrapped up in their own little worlds.”

 

“Can you at least let me use the bathroom in the morning before you lock me in for the day?”

 

“Sure thing sweety.”  Angie patted her diapered daughters bottom.  “Now let’s eat.  Dinner is getting cold.”

 

Post meal Chelsea was granted a most satisfying shower before being locked into her plastic prison for the night.  With a bit of stubble starting to grow back and the fact she had wet in her sleep the night before the college girl opted to slop the green goo on her crotch once more, after all, if she didn’t end up getting rid of the hair down there then the whole process of being put back into diapers was for nothing.  Before bed she wiped off as best she could, updated her journal and went to bed for the night.

 

True to her word, Angie allowed her daughter a chance at the potty the following morning, but since she had soaked herself in her sleep the 21-year-old was unable to make much of the experience.  Locked once again into unfortunate undergarments, it was time for American Literature where she and her group put the finishing touches of their presentation a full week ahead of schedule.  Not to be out down, tennis class and the doubles tourney went in her favor as well.  Trevor did most of the work as she grappled with the added bulk betwixt her legs but they somehow managed to emerge as champions.  Standing on the podium receiving her award the college girl felt a small trickle down the inside of her leg; fortunately, no one else seemed the wiser. 

 

Heading home with a squish she knew she’d once again end up owing her sister, but it was the weekend and after this change she’d be in the clear until Monday.  Sure enough the 13-year-old greeted her at the door.  “Does baby girl need her diapee changed?”

 

“Yes.”  Chelsea dropped her pants to her ankles knowing the rule.  “But I need to use the bathroom before you do.”

 

“Sorry, no can do lil sis.”  Madison giggled.  “You can either mess your pampers now or try and hold it and hope mom gets home before you go to bed.”

 

“You’re sick.  You know that.”  Chelsea said while weighing her options.  Most likely she wouldn’t be able to hold out until her mother made it home but that didn’t mean she couldn’t spend the time trying to figure out the lock on her stupid underwear.  How hard could it really be?  In the meantime she could get her nightly study routine started and by the time it came to remove the cream she would no doubt be free to use the bathroom, shower and go to bed.

 

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Taking a sandwich and chips up to her room for dinner the college girl embarked on her endeavor to remove the infernal lock on her underwear.  First on the list was simply attempting to wiggle them down over her womanly hips to no avail.  Unsurprised that it wouldn’t be so simple, the 21-year-old ensured the 13-year-old was in the living room and took the opportunity to search the bedrooms of both keyholders.  Dressers were rummaged, closets thoroughly tossed and mattresses lifted but the only thing found was envy at the contents of her sisters underwear drawer.  Returning to her room it was time to consult the internet; YouTube in particular had a host of suggestions on how to pick locks, unfortunately none panned out.  Deciding to take a break for now and refocus again later, Chelsea took the time to falsify her study log while she was online then poured a bit of cream down the front of her diaper lest any more stubble appear.

Fifty minutes later, control barely hanging on by a thread, the college girl crept downstairs as best she could when she heard her mother’s voice in the living room.  “Please, please, please let me out of this stupid thing I have to use the bathroom!”

“Why didn’t you ask your sister,” Angie queried flipping through keys on her keyring. 

Pressing a hand against her backside the elder sister glared in the direction of the younger.  “I did, she refused.”

“Is this true?”  The mother paused her search and turned her attention to the 13-year-old.  “Did you say you wouldn’t change her?”

Madison continued to stare at the television amused by the coincidence of a Depends commercial playing.  “She never paid me for the last time I had to change her and she didn’t have any money to pay for this time.  If you don’t pay the babysitter, you don’t get her services.”

“That may be a little harsh, how about from now on we take off the lock at home so she can use the bathroom if she needs.  When she needs a fresh diaper, for example after going potty, then she can have it.  At the end of the week we total how much she owes and pays you then, okay?”

“Great.  Whatever.”  Chelsea interrupted now making use of both hands to stave off disaster.  “Keys?!?!”

“Right.”  Angie resumed her quest to find the right one and soon had her daughter’s pants unlocked.

Speed waddling all the way the 21-year-old made it just in time to rip off her plastic underwear and plant herself on the toilet.  Relief was immediate; she then took the opportunity to shower off the green goo, which had been on twice as long as it was supposed to be already, before submitting to another diapering by her mother.  It had been determined while she was away that she currently owed Madison $5 and that payments would be due Saturday nights.  A small bowl of chocolate ice cream, a little television and it was time for bed.

Underwear heavy, yellow and sagging the next morning the disappointment continued when she was forced to ask Madison to change her because their mother was sleeping in on her day off.  Plastic pants locked in place she finished getting dressed for work, a six-hour breakfast/lunch combo shift sure to net her some much needed cash for spring break.  The morning started slow but picked up around brunch as hungover college kids zombie walked in searching for eggs and bacon.  More than happy to flirt with a group of good looking guys in hopes of upping her tip, she was surprised when she turned to head to the next table and felt a slap on her padded posterior.  Scurrying off she hoped he couldn’t tell what she was wearing, or how wet it was, but the way her luck was going it didn’t seem likely.

The rest of the shift passed without further incident and Chelsea managed to rake in $84 in gratuities, minus the ten she had to pay her bratty sister and it was still a profitable day.  Checking the sodden state of her undergarments in the restroom, she was fairly confident she wouldn’t leak on the way home.  Hopping aboard Floyd the 21-year-old made the quick journey home arriving the same time as her mother.  Helping to lug the weeks groceries inside she called Madison down to help, “Heya, Squirt!  Mom’s got groceries!”

The 13-year-old, along with her friends who had witnessed Chelsea’s shame the other day, stampeded down the stairs.  Running out the door the younger sister yelled back to the elder, “Don’t call me that, BABY girl!”

Once the days purchases were in their proper places, the young girls staked out camp in the living room while Angie took Chelsea upstairs.  “Do you need a change?”

“Do I really have to wear diapers at home?”  The college girl flopped backwards onto her bed.  “I promise I’m not going to wet myself, I mean the bathroom is right there.”

Stripping off her daughter’s pants and undoing the lock beneath.  “I’d rather be safe than sorry.”

“But Madison’s friends will see!”

“According to you they already have, so what’s the big deal?”

A wet wipe cleaning her crotch wasn’t an ideal time to beg to be allowed panties, but it was the only chance she had.  “Please, please, please.  I can prove I don’t need diapers.”

“Very well, I’m not unreasonable.”  Angie balled up the used diaper with the wet wipes in it.  “But there will be conditions.  First, you are to attempt to use the toilet once per hour just like when I was potty training you the first time.  Second, after you go you are to report to either myself or your sister for a panty inspection.  If there’s any pee in your panties then it’s straight back to diapers, understood?”

“Thank you so much, mom!”  Chelsea hopped off the bed and raced to her dresser pulling out her Saturday panties.  “I won’t fail, I promise!”

“I hope so sweety, but we’ll see.  You should go potty now, then you’ll be due again by quarter to two.”

~~~~~~~~~

Even though it had only been a couple of days, the soft fabric sliding up her legs felt heavenly.  A pair of shorts over top and Chelsea was logging into Facebook to see what the rest of the world was up to.  Before she knew it there was a knock on her door and Angie popped her head in for a quick second to remind her it was time to go to the bathroom.  Standing up to honor her part of the agreement, the 21-year-old gasped at the sight of the wet spot on her chair and immediately began to panic.  How could she have failed already?  There had to be a way out of this, think, think, think.  I have one more pair of Saturday panties, I’ll put those on, hide these in the laundry basket and pay more attention because there’s no way I’m going to let myself be demoted back to diapers.

Able to pass her first inspection, as well as the three more that followed before dinner had the college girl in a better mood.  Bounding down the stairs she was greeted by the smell of lasagna and a chorus of quizzical looks from the teen girls in the living room.  Preempting Madison, “Don’t you say a word.  Mom agreed.”

“They grow up so fast.  Seems like just yesterday I was changing her diapers.”  The 13-year-old smirked drawing giggles from her friends.

Ignoring them, Chelsea turned and entered the kitchen where her mom was pulling garlic bread from the freezer.  “Madison’s being a bitch again.”

“Language young lady.”  Angie continued dinner prep.  “What’d she do this time?”

“She was making fun of me in front of her friends.”

Shaking her head the mother of the family responded, “I’ll talk to her, will that make you feel better?”

True to her word Angie pulled Madison aside prior to eating causing the younger sister to give the elder a couple icy stares during the meal.  After, Chelsea cleaned the dishes, took care of her hourly requirement and retreated to her room pleased to once again have passed.  Deciding to finish a little more business, the college girl dug out the guards given to her by Dr. Kilbride and snapped a few more photos of her hairless nethers to be uploaded later before recording her daily observations on the website.  The cream would be applied later lest it cause any unwanted leakage. 

By quarter to seven the 21-year-old had managed to lose herself in a bout of ‘Words With Friends’ on Facebook against Kristina.  Between turns the pair had been hurling insults back and forth, though Chelsea currently led 212-190.  Somehow they had also managed to make plans to go to the movies tomorrow, Kristina would be accompanied by her boyfriend, and his friend Eric would be tagging along as well.  Thoughts drifting to the ‘double date’ and her chance to score a real boyfriend, the 21-year-old failed to notice when her mother entered the room.

“Time for your potty trip, sweetheart.”  A sniff of the air later, “It kind of smells like pee in here, did you have an accident?”

“No!”  Involuntarily the defensive girl stood up blocking her mother’s line of sight to the laundry basket.

“Show me.”  Angie commanded.

Reluctantly lowering her shorts the 21-year-old allowed herself to be inspected.  Her mother’s fingers brushing against the crotch of her panties elicited, “Hey!  I told you I was dry!”

“First of all, you are not dry, there’s a decent wet patch here.”  The matron admonished.  “Second, this isn’t big enough to be what I’m smelling.”

Stunned Chelsea looked down to find there sure enough was a yellow patch between her legs.  In silent disbelief she allowed her mother to push passed her towards the laundry basket where she could only watch in horror as the original pair of Saturday panties was discovered.  “It’s not what you think.”

“Oh really?  Because to me it looks like you had an accident and then tried to cover it up.”  Angie pointed at the bed which her daughter obediently laid down on.  “No matter.  I’ve learned my lesson.  Maybe in a couple weeks I might let you try again.  Until then, the only time I want you without a diaper on is when it’s being changed.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes,” Chelsea sobbed as she was taped into her infantile undergarment.

“Now, I hate to bring this up, but it is Saturday night and you do owe your sister some money, don’t you?”

“Mom!  I can’t go down there like this!”

“I talked to your sister earlier, remember?”  Mother gave her daughter’s padded posterior a couple light pats.  “Nobody is going to make fun of you for having a medical condition.”

 Reluctantly digging through her purse the 21-year-old pulled out the $15 she owed.  Taking a few seconds to build up courage she proceeded downstairs and thrust the cash in her sister’s direction.  Eager to be done she whirled around and ran upstairs to the echo of laughter behind her.  Humiliated she returned to her computer to finish the victory over Kristina in ‘Words With Friends’ and slopped on the cream from the study.  With 30 minutes to kill she flopped onto her bed and cried.  She’d only been in panties for a few hours and she’d had two accidents, was she really becoming the baby her sister thought she was?

The next thing she knew Madison was shaking her awake.  “Hey baby girl.  Seems like someone doused their diaper pretty good overnight.”

“What time is it?”  The elder sister rubbed the sleep from her eyes to find all of her sister’s friends gathered around.

“About 8:15. Now be a good girl and let sissy take care of you.”

Slapping her the 13-year-olds hands away from the tapes on her diaper, “Where’s mom?”

“She’s gone,” Madison huffed.  “Now are you going to let me change your diaper or do I have to get my friends involved?”

Accepting defeat Chelsea laid back and allowed the younger girl access to her padded prison.  “Fine.  Just get it over with.”

The front panel pulled down the younger girl set to work, “Looks like someone’s getting a bit of a rash.”

Reaching a new level of mortification Chelsea’s hands covered her eyes and she wished the bed would swallow her whole.  Legs in the air the 21-year-old could feel the 13-year-old smearing cream into her backside before she was once again sealed inside her crinkly undergarments.  Blissfully unaware that the younger girl had used the cream from the study as opposed to desitin, the college girl toddled her way downstairs to make breakfast.

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Sitting down to enjoy a bowl of generic brand Fruit Loops Chelsea couldn’t help but squirm; the excessive amount of cream her sister had used made it seem as if she was sitting in a bucket of monkey snot.  Anything to avoid that feeling as much as possible she wolfed down breakfast and retreated to her room.  Flopping onto her stomach on the bed the college girl began to proof read her American Literature groups ‘Ethan Frome’ manuscript.  There were a couple spelling errors, but from what she could tell it was ready to be presented to the class.

Unsure if the 13-year-olds little friends had left yet, the 21-year-old shifted around in the bed a bit to find a more comfortable position and began writing dramatic prose about her current predicament.  A poem lamenting being stuck in diapers was followed by one wishfully thinking about the fun she’d soon be having on spring break.  Before she knew it, seven pages of her notebook had been filled and a rumbling in her belly let her know it was getting close to lunch.  Checking her clock revealed it was going on 12:30, just an hour and a half and Kristina would be swinging by to pick her up to meet the boys from the afternoon matinee.

Thankful it was only Madison in the living room, Chelsea said, “I’m making chicken tenders for lunch, do you want any?”

“Sure.”  A grunted response came from the couch.  “But shouldn’t I be making you lunch?  After all I’m the babysitter.”

Red faced and hands on her hips the elder sister fumed.  “You are NOT my babysitter!  I’m 21 and FULLY capable of taking care of myself!”

“Oh really,” the younger sister laughed.  “Cause someone’s diapee is looking pretty full from here and I bet she needs me to take care of that for her.  Go lay on your bed and after I put lunch in the oven I’ll be up to change you.”

Chelsea had enough.  Charging towards the couch she leapt atop her sister and the two began to wrestle.  The younger girl yanked on the elder’s hair and the pair rolled off the cushions onto the floor knocking over an end table in the process.  Both girls paused their bickering at the sound of a lamp crashing to the ground; one filled with dread, the other smug satisfaction.

“Wait til I tell mom about this!”  The 13-year-old gloated.

Falling onto her backside with a squish the 21-year-old could only stammer, “It was an accident.”

“You accidentally attacked me?”

“No.”  Chelsea crawled the three feet to where the lamp lay to examine the damage.  The decorative setting where the bulb screwed in had separated from the base leaving it dangling by a pair of wires.  “God, I’m so screwed.”

“Guess you should have been a good girl for your babysitter, huh?”  Madison stuck out her tongue.

Filled with fresh rage the 21-year-old chucked the broken lamp in the 13-year-olds direction.  Madison had just enough time to turn away causing the wreckage to strike the center of her back and her to scream out in pain.  “Ow!  What the hell’s wrong with you?  I’m calling mom!”

In a matter of seconds the matron of the family was on speaker phone, “Hi sweety, did you need something?”

A garble of words were shouted by both daughters as they tried to drown the other out.  Angie upon seeing the call had come in from Madison allowed her to go first, “Chelsea broke a lamp and then threw it at me.”

“She was calling me a baby and making fun of me.” Chelsea interjected not waiting for her mother’s response.

“I just saw her come downstairs and said it looked like she needed her diaper changed.”

“Girls, girls, stop yelling.” Angie admonished.  “Chelsea, just because you are embarrassed having to wear diapers does not give you carte blanche.  You’re supposed to be a college student but lately all you’ve done is throw temper tantrums like a toddler.”

“She thinks she’s my babysitter!” The 21-year-old defended herself.

“And you think that justifies throwing a lamp at your sister?”  Angie countered.  “Madison, watch what you say around your sister, she’s very touchy.  That said, she’s been acting very immaturely as of late and perhaps needs someone to monitor her behavior so for the time being I’m putting you in charge including disciple if needed.  Chelsea, try and be good for your sister and do what she says or you’ll have me to answer to when I get home, alright?  If she abuses her power let me know and I’ll find someone to babysit the pair of you.”

“That’s not fair!” Chelsea whined but her mother had already hung up.

“Seems reasonable to me.” Madison shrugged.  “Now I think as punishment you need to plant your nose in the corner until I say otherwise.”

“Fuck you.”

A threat to call their mother back was enough to get the older girl waddling to the corner and the younger into the kitchen to start lunch.  Twenty five minutes later the 13-year-old sat eating chicken tenders and fries while staring at the 21-year-olds droopy diaper wondering if it was about fall off her hips.  Finally relenting she allowed the elder girl to join her for lunch before replacing the thoroughly soaked disposable undergarment with a fresh one and making sure to apply a generous amount of cream.  Plastic pants locked on Chelsea finished getting dressed and waited for Kristina’s arrival in a few short minutes.

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Twenty minutes post lunch Chelsea found herself in the passenger seat of her friend’s yellow Volkswagen discussing her recent demotion in the household.  “I thought I could count on you for support but you just want to turn me into an overgrown baby too.”

“That’s not what I said,” Kristina changed lanes without some much as a glance at traffic around her.  “Right now your mom is pissed at you and I don’t want you to do anything that would make her say you can’t go on spring break.  I suggested that for the time being you pretend to go along with things and show her you can handle this maturely.  She sees that and you’ll be out from under your sister’s thumb in no time.  If you’re lucky you can get the twerp in trouble and have her end up with a babysitter.”

“That still leaves me with the problem of taking orders from a sadistic 13-year-old.”

Turning right into the theater parking lot from the left-hand lane and cutting another car off in the process, “Not really.  You’ll spend most of your time at school or work and when you are home your mom will most likely be there too.  Oh shit.”

The car they had cut off, along with it’s accompanying red and blue flashing lights, had followed them to their parking space and a short stocky woman was getting out.  A knock on the window, “License and registration please.”

“What’d I do?” Kristina queried digging through the glove box for the requested paperwork.

A lecture on the assorted violations, along with paying attention to what you’re doing when behind the wheel of a car ensued.  Once the officer went back to her cruiser the girls glanced around nervously awaiting the expected ticket.  Tense minutes passed in relative silence until the cop returned empty handed, though the girls joy was short lived.  Apparently, Kristina’s poor driving habits were well documented in the law enforcement community and her license was suspended for it.  The result was that she was now in the back of the patrol car leaving Chelsea turned around in the passenger seat of the Beetle attempting to watch the proceedings. 

She had been perched upon her knees, arms hugging the headrest for several minutes when she felt her diaper start to sag.  Thinking to herself that it hadn’t been that long since she’d had the infantile undergarment taped on, the college girl slid down into the seat with the intention of checking just how wet she was only to be greeted by a mushy surprise.  Mouth agape Chelsea pawed at her backside confirming her fears and drawing the attention of the cop.

“Miss, I’m going to have to ask you to step out, your friend’s car is going to be towed.  You can either go into the theater or have a seat in my car.”

Not wanting to parade around in her current state the 21-year-old responded, “Your car, I guess.”

“Just need to pat you down real quick,” the no-nonsense cop said beginning to do just that and pausing when she got to her focus’s waist.  “Is that what I saw you doing in the car?  Were you trying to hide something down your pants?”

“No.  I, um, ah…”

“Do you give me permission to check for myself?”  The woman’s face was inches from Chelsea’s at this point.  “Because I can detain you while I get a warrant.”

Cheeks burning, “It’s not what you think.  I,” deep breath, “I had an accident in my,” another deep breath, “in my diaper.”

The officer’s face contorted into a cross between revulsion and confusion.  “In that case why don’t you have a seat on my hood.  The tow truck should be here soon and then you and your friend are free to leave.”

True to her word, ten minutes later Kristina’s car was loaded onto a flatbed and the girls were watching it disappear into the distance.  The owner apologized profusely then called her boyfriend to break the bad news they wouldn’t be able to make the movie.  Explaining why she declined a ride and promised that she’d make it up to him later.  Turning to Chelsea, “Look’s like we’re going to have to hop on the bus.”

“What?  Are you kidding?  I can’t get on the bus like this.”

“Would you rather get in someone you know’s car smelling like that?”  Head cocked to the side she didn’t wait for an answer.  “I thought not.  Bus with strangers you’ll never see again it is.  And don’t worry, it was my fuck up I’m paying.”

The short walk to the bus stop allowed the girls to discuss each of their embarrassing incidents.  For her part Kristina owned up to knowing her license was suspended, it wasn’t the first time she’d had her car towed.  Relatively unconcerned by the development she admitted her parents would be mad for a couple days but that they’d also get the car out of impound.  Chelsea was less forthcoming but eventually divulged that her accident was just that, attributing it to a combination of being engrossed in her friend’s predicament and being alarming too accustom to wearing diapers.  When the bus arrived they boarded to begin the trek home.  Chelsea’s stop came first and required her to walk six blocks once she was off with the contents of her pants squelching the entire way.

Trudging through the front door the 21-year-old was greeted by mixed emotions; her bratty 13-year-old sister was gone, but neither was her mother home.  Desperate to rid herself of the mess strapped to her waist she had spent a frantic 20 minutes in search of an answer to her prayer and was busy with a pair of scissors when her mom’s voice called out from behind.  “What are you doing?”

Remembering Kristina’s advice, Chelsea took the opportunity, “Well Madison made me wear these and I couldn’t hold it, I begged her to let me go to the bathroom but she insisted I was a baby and that baby’s shit their pants.  Then she laughed at me, telling me this was what I deserved and that I wasn’t allowed to go out with my friends but that she was and she left me here all itchy and gross.”

Angie raised an eyebrow, “Is that so?”

~~~~~~~~~~

Releasing the 21-year-old from her messy confinement Angie said, “Go shower.  I have to make a call.”

Giddy to be free at last and that she’d gotten her sister in trouble, Chelsea spent the better part of twenty minutes cleansing under the hot torrent of her shower head.  Wrapping a towel around herself she proceeded to her room to find her mother waiting with a diaper in hand.  “You know you could just show me how to do this myself and make things easier for everyone.”

“Easier for you to take your diaper off and ruin more of your panties you mean.”  Angie muttered sliding a crinkly garment beneath her daughter.  “I spoke with Michelle Riker while you were in the shower.”

“My old babysitter?” Chelsea questioned before the implication sank in.  Sitting up she disagreed, “Wait.  No.  You can’t be serious.”

Pushing the college girl back down with one hand and continuing her work taping up the diaper, “She wasn’t available but said she has a cousin about your age who might be interested in the job.  Just waiting to hear back to go over the details and scheduling.”

“You mean Brianna?  She was a sophomore when I graduated!”  The diaper clad 21-year-old huffed stomping to her dresser to fish out a shirt and bra.  “God, you’re like, the worst mom ever!”

“I must be; after all I have a college age daughter who acts like she’s in pre-school and a teenager who delights in tormenting people.  Clearly somewhere along the way I missed the chance to teach you both right from wrong.  Perhaps Brianna can keep you from fighting and throwing lamps when I’m not around.”

Humbled to witness her mother crying, Chelsea swallowed hard and sat on the bed, “No, I was upset and said that out of anger.  I love you and I’m sorry I’ve been difficult lately; I promise to do better.  And Madison didn’t make me, you know…  I had an accident while I was out with Kristina and was trying to get the brat in trouble for being mean to me.”

“I love you too, sweety.”  Angie sat next to her daughter and gave her a hug.  “First, I want to know how you had ‘an accident’ of that nature and then we’ll deal with your lying.”

Not wanting to appear to be hiding anything; Chelsea recounted being put in a fresh diaper before going out, Kristina’s bad driving habits, her own loss of control waiting on her friend to get a ticket and that she didn’t realize she needed to do ‘that’.  Having brought her mother up to date on her body’s lack of proper functioning it became time to address the other issue.  After being given a suggestion to remove her shirt she was led to the bathroom, a bar of soap unwrapped and summarily stuck in her mouth.  A five-minute timer was set and a warning that further infractions, either swearing or lying, would add one minute each to how long she had to endure her newest form of punishment.

Dinner that night tasted a bit off, normally not a fan of green bean casserole to begin with, the remnants of the suds from earlier did nothing to improve the flavor.  A bit of studying, some work on the study and a change of her soggy underpants later Chelsea decided to call it a night.  Monday mornings suck for everyone, but especially so when they’re accompanied by a cold, clammy diaper strapped to your waist.  Ripping off the offending garment she padded to the shower, making use of a tooth marked bar of soap, and was once again locked into her plastic prison for the day by her mother.

Since her American Literature group had finished their project early, they took the opportunity to gossip and play on their phones.  Noting this when he came around the instructor gave them permission to leave early allowing Chelsea to punch in at the café ahead of schedule to hopefully earn a bit more much needed cash.  The time paid dividends, netting $12 extra dollars to bring her tip total for the day up to $64, a welcome amount considering she now had to hop aboard Floyd and high tail it to the high school to freshen up her underwear before tennis. 

Having won the doubles tournament, the 21-year-old and her partner were granted first round byes in the double elimination singles tourney that started today.  The pair of victors found an empty court to practice swatting balls around while the competition began in earnest for the rest of the class.  Decidedly inferior to his skills, Chelsea did her best just to have fun while Trevor offered insight on what she could do better.  After a tip on pointing her feet when serving she gave it a try, tossing the ball into the air she felt a weight tugging down from behind.  Instead of swinging at the ball her hands descended to her backside in a futile effort to stop what was happening which allowed the ball to bounce off her forehead.  A quizzical look from Trevor sent the poor girl straight through the locker room, to her bike and in the direction of home.

“Madison!” the college girl screamed coming in the front door to find an extremely angry 13-year-old and Brianna sitting on the couch.  “What are you doing here?”

“Well your mother hired me to babysit a couple of older girls from 2pm-6pm on weekdays and 8am-6pm on Sunday.”  Brianna calmly replied.  “I never expected it to be you though.”

Nervous laugh.  Gulp.  “Me?”

“You didn’t think I’d forget little Miss Popular from high school, did you?” 

Keeping her backside pointed away from the room Chelsea began to slink towards the stairs.  “But I was always nice to you.”

“Yes.”  The babysitter conceded.  “And that’s why I’m not going to tell everyone what a baby you’ve become.  Now why don’t you come lay down so we can get you changed?  I can smell you need it from here.”

Eyes cast down to the floor the 21-year-old did as instructed and laid herself down in the middle of the living room floor.  Soon enough her 19-year-old caretaker had whisked away her sweatpants and was scrubbing the filth from her bottom.  None too happy with the look of a developing rash Brianna had the 13-year-old fetch some cream to alleviate the issue.  Fastening a new pair of crinkly underwear to her charge Brianna handed the soiled one to Madison for disposal and helped Chelsea to her feet. 

With the babysitter resuming her perch on the couch the 21-year-old followed the 13-year-old into the kitchen.  “What the hell is she doing here?”

Opening the back door to toss her older sister’s diaper in the trash bin, “Because somehow you convinced mom that not only do you need a babysitter, but I do too.  So as far as I’m concerned this is all on you and as long as she’s around I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure your life is as miserable as possible.”

“How about we come to some sort of truce until we can get rid of her?” The elder sister offered.

The younger countered, “Okay.  But you’re going to have to make it worth my while.”

“No deal.  We both want her gone.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who’s being treated like a baby by someone I went to high school with.”

Realizing she had more to gain than Madison from banishing Brianna, Chelsea asked, “What do you want?”

“Well for starters, from now on it’s $10 every time I have to change you.  Do you know how gross it is having to wipe your messy ass?”  The younger girl thought for a second.  “And you have to come see me every day at lunch to get your diaper changed.”

“You little bitch, that’s extortion!”

“Oh yeah?” Madison smirked, “Watch this.  Brianna!  Chelsea’s using bad language!”

There was a pause, then the sound of footsteps could be heard going up, then coming back down the stairs.  Entering the kitchen, bar of soap in hand, the babysitter stared at the college girl, “Open wide.”

Unsure what to do, Chelsea stood looking confused.  A sharp slap to her diapered crotch caused her to gasp and in that instant the soap was unceremoniously shoved between her teeth.  Timer set to six minutes, all three returned to the living room.  By the time her mouth was freed of it’s irksome invader, the 21-year-olds shirt was drenched in drool.  Stripped down to her bra and somehow already slightly damp diaper she had no choice but to comply when ordered to be good for her big sissy while dinner was made.

~~~~~~~

Managing not to anger her babysitter any further the remainder of the night proved more difficult than Chelsea had imagined.  She had wanted to escape to her room but was informed that since Madison was already upstairs that she needed to stay put in the living room, less likely the girls would fight if they were separated.  Of course, being told she couldn’t do something didn’t stop the 21-year-old from trying to do what she had originally planned; having her diaper pulled down and ten hard smacks planted on her exposed bottom, did. 

Sulking on the couch, barely aware of what was on the television, Chelsea plotted ways to rid herself of her newest tormentor.  Unfortunately, the younger girl was doing exactly what her mother had wanted and enforcing the rules.  She wasn’t even being mean about it.  The 21-year-old was beginning to resign herself to the fact that she’d have to enlist the 13-year-old for help when she felt two fingers sneak inside the leg hole of her diaper.  “What the fuck?!”

“I was just checking to see how wet you were.  You’re a bit damp but not ready for a change yet.”  Brianna replied.  “We will have to do something about your language though.”

Angie walked through the door a couple minutes later to see her daughter sitting on the couch with sudsy drool dripping down her chest and chucked.  Turning her attention to the babysitter, “Looks like I was right to hire you.  She wasn’t too much trouble was she?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” The 19-year-old hopped up off the couch and started to gather her things.  “I did have to give her a reminder about who’s in charge, but aside from a slip of the tongue she’s been good since.”

Irritated to be talked about as if she were a child Chelsea attempted to speak up, “Mmm wii hwee.”

“Same time tomorrow?” Angie ignored the outburst continuing the conversation with Brianna.  “Oh, and how long does she have left with the soap?”

Checking her watch, the sitter answered, “Two minutes, twenty seconds out of seven.  And I’ll see you then.”

Patiently waiting for the appropriate time, Angie removed the soap and her daughter free to speak again let loose an angry barrage.  “What the fuck, mom?  I do NOT need a goddamn babysitter!  How can you even afford-“

“Eight minutes on the timer.” The mother announced depositing the slippery bar back into Chelsea’s mouth.  “And not that it’s any of your business, but I had been setting aside some money as a present for your trip.  But since I don’t know that you deserve a present it’s going to pay for Brianna’s services.”

Folding her arms across her chest and sitting back on the couch the college girl fumed in silence over the latest revelation.  Agonizing minutes later she was once again able to speak but wisely chose to say nothing and stomped upstairs to log onto Facebook.  She was pissed and needed to vent to Kristina; luckily, her friend was online when she got there.  At first Chelsea’s plan was to ask to hang out at Kristina’s house instead of having to go home but that strategy was nixed due to the other girl’s parents being pissed over her car getting towed for a second time.  Discussing the diapered girls dilemma for over an hour the pair came up with surprisingly little in terms of extracting her from her babysitter.  The only idea that might work was to say Brianna was abusing her, but that had been rejected because of it’s likelihood to involve the police and an investigation that would only serve to dig her hole deeper.  Logging off, Chelsea took a quick shower and was placed into a dry diaper before going to bed for a night of restless sleep.

5:30am, unable to fall back asleep, not that she much wanted to after a terrible nightmare about having her diaper changed in front of her anatomy class and being sent to the nursery where she ‘belonged’, Chelsea plodded downstairs to pour a bowl of cereal.  Angie was already in the kitchen awaiting the toaster and the pop tart contained within.  “You’re up early, sweetie.  Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s great,” was the 21-year-olds icy reply.

Grabbing her breakfast from the toaster, “I know you aren’t a fan of some of the changes around here lately.”

“That’s an understatement.” Chelsea squished into her seat at the table.  “Why do I have to have a… someone, to keep an eye on me?”

“It’s just temporary until you stop acting up and quit picking fights with your little sister.”

Discretion being the better part of valor the college girl decided it best not to argue any further, she was already cranky no sense inadvertently making things worse for herself.  Finishing her meal in silence, Chelsea returned to her room and had her pants changed, her mother noting that she was running low on the crinkly undergarments.  Alone again, the 21-year-old jumped online to Google ‘how to get rid of your babysitter’.  The suggestions were all terrible in her opinion, most of them involving ways to ensure the babysitter quit instead of coming back, but then again, they were from a bunch kids less than half her age.

Soon enough Madison came around, locked the elder girl in her plastic pants and was off to school.  Half an hour later Chelsea boarded Floyd and was off to algebra for a mind-numbing morning of, as far as she could tell, useless equations.  Bored and increasingly irritable due to the lack of decent sleep the diaper clad college girl squirmed in her seat feeling a growing dampness in her pants.  It wasn’t too terrible now, but would she leak before making it home?  Hoping for the best she opted to keep her lunch plans with Kristina, Rex and Eric.

~~~~~

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.”

~~~~~~~~

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.”

~~~~~~~~~

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. 

~~~~~~~~

By the following morning Chelsea’s diaper was once again drenched and her mother was in the process of replacing it when she broached the subject of control, “Brianna told me you made it to the potty yesterday.”

“Mother!” The 21-year-old groaned covering her face with a pillow.

Angie shook her head, “It’s just that I think it might be a good idea to focus a little more on making it on time more often.”

“Gee, why didn’t I think of that?” sarcasm dripped in the younger girl’s voice.  “Oh yeah, because I can’t tell when I’m peeing myself.”

“There are exercises you can do to strengthen your muscles,” Angie encouraged.  “I’ve already spoken to Brianna, and starting this afternoon we’re going to start taking you to the bathroom at regular intervals in between which I want you to concentrate on not having any accidents.”

Removing the pillow so she could look her mother in the eye Chelsea ask, “You mean you’re potty training me?”

“Well you don’t want to be wearing diapers on your trip, do you?”

Over the course of the next week and a half Chelsea managed to work her way back into pull-ups during the day, she still wouldn't be able to wear a bikini on spring break, but at least she could go.  The pull-ups remained hidden beneath her shorts and no one was the wiser; her only regret was she couldn't invite any of the cute boys she met back to her room as her night time issues persisted.  

[Big-baby-bear99]

Good reading 

[Sarah Penguin]

Redoing the cream Poor hair removal cream was not permanently day and night incontinence causing.  oh the woes of an evil  mad scientist

[flowerdaddy22]

Great story, but oh my god - just the idea of slathering a toxic chemical cream onto one's privates and then leaving it on random amounts of time longer than it was designed for, gives me the heebie-jeebies... Definitely immature behavior, Chelsea was lucky she recovered as much as she did. I'm glad she did end up getting the money despite not finishing the study tho, it would definitely be unfair to leave someone with lasting incontinence otherwise...