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      I never liked Lydia but she was the first woman my dad had showed interest in since my mother passed away four years earlier. As a result I tried to be as friendly as possible but it was very clear that Lydia didn’t like me either. I think I simply reminded her too much of my mother. Lydia had two kids of her own and meeting my dad gave her the complete family she had always longed for. Sadly her picture perfect family didn’t include me or anything else from my dad’s past. It was like she was jealous of my mother’s memory or perhaps threatened by the possibility of not being as good as my mother.

      Thankfully we didn’t have much contact with each other since I was away at college. Both Lydia and I enjoyed the distance but my father hated it. He would come up with ideas to get us all together as a family but Lydia or I would come up with an excuse last minute and not show up. Ironically coming up with ways to get out of family outings was the one and only thing we did together. Unfortunately right before spring break I hurt my knee and the house I was renting near campus had stairs so I was forced to move back home. Of course my dad thought this was the perfect time to go on a family camping trip.

      I wasn’t in a position to refuse since I was staying with them and being face to face with my dad made it impossible to lie my way out of the situation so I reluctantly agreed to go camping. Given my injury I assumed I would be alone in the tent while most of the family bonding was taking place. In my mind I would be making my dad happy by agreeing to go while still keeping my distance by staying in the tent. When it was time to leave I brought my crutches and was sure to hobble as awkwardly as I could without actually falling all the way to the car. I also mentioned my pain in an attempt to add credibility to my story. There was no way anyone could ask me to do anything but stay in the tent for the weekend.

      The only good thing about the trip was being able to spend more time with Lydia’s son. Holden was a year older than me and the absolute opposite of his mother. Lydia made me nauseous but Holden gave me butterflies. At nineteen years old he was any young girl’s dream despite being a bit of a mama’s boy. Playing up my injury had the unexpected benefit of grabbing Holden’s attention. I had visions of sitting next to him during the car ride but Lydia must have sensed my enthusiasm and ruined my plans by sticking her bratty ten year old daughter between us.

      Reading a book made ignoring Mackenzie easy enough. The occasional joke from Holden made the drive almost pleasant. I giggled as flirtatiously as I could without alerting anyone other than him. Eventually however I had the strong urge to pee. Stupidly I drank a whole glass of ice tea before leaving the house so it was kind of inevitable. I should have known better because I am notorious for having a small bladder. And to make things worse after putting on such a show while getting into the car I would have to ask for help with going to the bathroom.

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I’m trying to make this story more compact. Feedback from another story was too much background not enough fetish.

      Of course I would be the one interrupting the serene car ride. My voice cracked slightly as I gathered up enough courage to speak. All my strength must have been used up by building my nerve as opposed to actually forming the words. As a result my request came out whiny with a tone more suited for a question which only added to my embarrassment. The radio overpowered me or they were simply ignoring me in hopes I would just hold it. Either way this time I was much more assertive. “Dad I have to go to the bathroom!” Again it was the tone of my voice that betrayed me. Instead of confidence my voice came across as urgent and panicky.

      Thankfully however this time I got my Dad’s attention. Alright Amelia my Dad sighed as though I was being overly dramatic. By the time we reached the gas station I really did have to pee urgently. In fact I wondered if I would be able to make it in time with my crutches. I didn’t ask for help but I was glad to hear the passenger car door open and close along with mine as I got out of the car. I was so focused on going to the bathroom that the idea of who would be helping me did not even register. My legs were as stiff as boards as the muscles clenched in a misguided attempt to help my bladder hold back the flood of urine.

      The stiffness made my legs seem heavier and willing my arms to propel me to the bathroom became harder and harder. Compared to this my walk to the car when we first left the house was a display of elegance and skill. If I didn’t have the crutches and a brace on my knee the people in the gas stations would have thought I was a crazed drunk. Making it to the bathroom door was a relief until I realized that there wasn’t an electric door button. In desperation I looked behind me for someone to help. It was then that I fully realized it was Lydia who came inside with me. In my state of helplessness I was happy to see her as she nonchalantly figured through the snacks and drinks on display.

 

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    I looked at the door hoping someone leaving the bathroom would suddenly come to my rescue. All I needed was one person to open the door for me. Preferably someone other than Lydia. I wiggled while glancing in Lydia’s direction as my brain silently calculated how long I would be able to control my bladder. Finally I decided to walk into the door forehead first in hopes it would open the door long enough and far enough for me to slip my crutch tip inside so I could pry the door open. 

    I felt the coolness of the door against my forehead before an arm reached across my shoulder from behind. It was Lydia but at this point I didn’t care. I wobbled over to the toilet only to discover it didn’t have any handrails. Before I could say anything Lydia was in front of me placing my hands on her shoulders so I could stabilize myself. In one swift motion she pulled down my pants. Her nails scratched slightly as she reached for my underwear. Sitting on the toilet I looked up at her frozen in embarrassment. “With all the commotion you caused don’t just sit there” Lydia quipped.

    Her voice wasn’t exactly angry but she was clearly annoyed. Suddenly with Lydia glaring over me I couldn’t will myself to go. Every urge I had to go had suddenly disappeared. Lydia sighed and l felt oddly guilty. I pushed down trying to force myself to pee but to my horror the only thing that came out was a very audible toot. I could feel my face turning red as Lydia shook her head and turned away. Even with her looking away I couldn’t relax enough to go to the bathroom. She rifled through her purse as I sat there with my pants down at my ankles wondering how I was going to ask her to help me off the toilet. Without warning she turned around and lifted me to my feet. Assuming her agitation had finally crossed into fury I stayed quiet.

    I tried to focus on the scuff marks on the wall in front of me so I didn’t notice anything strange until I felt something odd between my legs. I looked down just in time to see Lydia fastening the second set of tabs on an amazingly thick white diaper. Out of pure reflex I pushed back against Lydia’s shoulders. The sudden force knocked me off balance and I fell backwards onto the toilet behind me. Lydia however was completely unfazed. “If you don’t cooperate I will have your dad or better yet Holden help me carry you to the car.” Her voice was cold and stern. I knew my dad wouldn’t put up with this but if Holden saw me I would never be able to live it down.

    I put my hands on her shoulders as she helped me stand up again. She pulled my underwear up over the diaper as far as they would go followed by my pants. As I walked back out to the car I tried to act as normal as possible but each time someone glanced in my general direction I could not help but wonder if they knew what I was hiding. I questioned every look and smile. I could feel the thick diaper with each step I took so I was sure it had to be noticeable from the outside as well. Lydia happily trotted in front of me with a small collection of snacks. 
 

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I like it so far. Why does Lydia already have a loose diaper that fits Amelia in her purse?  Great build having her shy bladder unable to pee when she really has to go.  Also, wonder if any of holden’s or the sister’s friends will be at the campsite. Maybe it’s a yearly thing for them 🫣🤔

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    “Amelia, come stand by the counter so you can have something to lean on while I finish getting the snacks.” Lydia beckoned. “Watch my purse” Lydia ordered as she placed her purse on the counter next to me.” My face went pale as I saw the edge of another white diaper peaking out of her bag. I stood there trying desperately to ease my paranoia. I reasoned that many things are white and it was still possible nobody would notice. After all I hadn’t noticed anything in her purse before she put it on me. However as more and more people walked by to pay for their things the more convinced I became that everyone in the gas station knew exactly what was in her purse.

     In what felt like an hour Lydia appeared with the same things she had before leaving me at the counter. I wondered if this was all planned or if my paranoia had simply gotten out of control. As she waited in line she again started searching through her purse. She was still rifling through it when it was her turn at the cashier. Somewhat flustered she apologized for not being able to find her money and continued to dig through the contents of her bag. The diaper bobbed up and down as she continued to hunt for her money.

    I wanted to scream or reach over and push the diaper to the bottom of her bag but of course that would only attract more attention and I would lose any chance of keeping it secret. As a result I just stood there still in a state of disbelief. Thankfully however it was only seconds later when Lydia announced she had finally found her wallet but my relief was short lived. As she pulled the wallet out the diaper fell directly on the floor. I was completely dumbfounded and speechless. 

    Time seemed to slow down like in the movies as I watched the man behind us step on the diaper. It took every bit of strength I had inside me not to burst into tears as I watched him bend down to pick it up. He tapped Lydia on the shoulder and she apologized for her clumsiness. As she placed it back in her purse she joked that at least it wasn’t a used one. The man chuckled. The whole situation seemed quite normal for them. In contrast the color in my face was long gone and a sick feeling was rising up in my stomach. 

    After a polite smile and nod their attention turned to me. Without missing a beat Lydia rubbed my back and cooed “Honey don’t worry about that one measly diaper we have plenty more in the trunk.” Her words stung. My legs were so weak it was hard for me to keep my balance. Once our snacks were paid for the man behind us left his place in line to hold the door open for us. Pity filled his face as he watched me hobble towards the door. Lydia ushered me through the door first and I couldn’t wait to get back in the car. She held the car door open and watched me get in before getting in herself. At this point I couldn’t hide my emotions and my sullen mood permeated the car.

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