Melissa's Re-Potty Training

[TheLittleWriter]

 

Hi guys! Melissa's Re-Potty Training is completed in my website: The Padded Playground. There you will find all of my finished and on-going stories, including Rebecca's Second Babyhood, Cuckolded & Diapered!, A Mother's Mistake and more. 

 

Melissa’s Re-Potty Training

 

It was a beautiful day. Boys and girls were playing in the park, teenagers were hanging at the mall, and twenty-one-year-old Melissa was stuck inside her nursery. If there was anything that made the whole baby treatment unbearable, it was how time seemed to slow down as the day grew older.

She sighed.

By now, her friends would be at the beach or with their boyfriends. But not Melissa. No. Babies have no boyfriends. Babies aren’t allowed out of their playpens when Mommy’s busy. And her stepmother was busy. She was busy with her real daughter. Three-year-old Amelia had already been potty trained and was allowed to do more things than Melissa. And she was twenty, almost twenty-one.

An adult.

But here she was, diapered and wearing a ridiculous baby girl dress. If her friends could see her now, would they laugh? Would they help her? Would they change her already-soaked diaper?

It had been weeks since she was last allowed to wear big-girl panties. Weeks since she tasted the sweetness of freedom. Independence was now out of the question. She doubted she could make it without someone looking after her, changing her, bathing her, feeding her.

Was this to be her life now?

No longer an adult but a baby.

 

Chapter 1

The Re-Potty Training Idea

 

As Melissa entered the elegantly appointed dining room, her heart raced with apprehension. With each step, her unease grew heavier within her chest. The once familiar surroundings now felt suffocatingly foreign, as if she were a stranger in her own home. Her gaze drifted toward the large portrait hanging above the fireplace, where the stern visage of her stepmother Helen stared back, conveying nothing but disapproval.

Melissa had always felt that Helen saw her as an inconvenience, a constant reminder that her husband had had a full life before her. And Helen was a jealous woman. She had always belittled Melissa, and now that Melissa's dad was gone, she was alone with no one on her side but her best friend, Dana. Sadly, Dana didn’t live with her, and she needed an ally.

"There you are, Mel," said Helen as Melissa entered the room, "I've been waiting for you."

Helen's presence filled the room with an air of menace, casting a shadow over Melissa as she took her seat.

As they sat together at the polished wooden table, the silence grew heavy between them, broken only by the soft scraping of silverware on porcelain. Tea, as Helen called it, was a constant ritual at home.

“How you been?”

“All good.”

“Hows’s job hunting treating you?”

“There’s not much out there unless I want to work for KFC or something like that.”

“I see. Anything else you’d like to share with me?”

Melissa shook her head, thinking about one thing she didn’t want anyone to know. But her step-mother reached across the table and gently placed her hand upon Melissa's trembling fingers, her eyes cold and calculating. “I think it's about time we addressed your... little issue."

Melissa didn't know what to say.

She had been having the same problem for about a month. It started as something small, but it had spiraled out of control, and now she had no idea what to do. She had wet herself so many times so far that it was a miracle no one had found out.

"What issue?" asked Melissa with a soft and doubtful demeanor. Maybe if she played dumb she could end this awkward conversation.

"Look, if you want to pee yourself, that's okay," said Helen, "But you won't do it in my house. Not when I'm working so hard to potty train your sister."

"Step-sister. And it's not your house. It's my dad's."

"And according to his will, it's now mine."

"And mine!"

There was a short moment of silence.

"Look," said Helen, grabbing Melissa's hand, "I want us to stop fighting all the time. Your father would've like that. What do you think?"

Melissa nodded, hesitant, though.

She wasn't fully convinced by Helen's intentions, and rightfully so. In the past, Helen had shown no kindness towards her.

Helen leaned closer, her voice softening, "I don't want you to feel ashamed anymore. We can help you fix this."

Melissa glanced down at her hands, gulping, "I don't know what to do."

"Well, I was thinking. Amelia is going through potty training. She's still too small to understand much, right? So, why don't I potty train you alongside her?"

Melissa almost choked with her own saliva.

"What do you mean potty training me? I'm an adult!"

"I know. I know you are. But listen to me, it's easy. We just need to teach your body how to hold it until you go potty. That shouldn't be too hard. As you said, you are an adult, and I bet a couple of weeks should be enough. Because if you cannot control it, I'm afraid diapers will be the only way."

Melissa's jaw dropped, "You're kidding, right? I'm not... there's no way I'm wearing diapers. I'm an adult, remember? And at twenty-one, I get my dad's money, and I'll be out of here."

"True. But you aren't twenty-one yet. And you are here, ruining your clothes and my furniture and setting a terrible example for your sister."

Melissa didn't really have an argument; she just knew she didn't wanna be back in diapers at twenty-one.

“Step-sister,” she said, “What do you mean potty training me?"

“I think that part is self explanatory, right? We take you potty in a schedule until you stay dry in between potty trips. Then we decrease the frequency until you earn your big girl panties again. Eventually, your body will get used to it, and you'll go yourself. How does that sound?"

"How does that help me now? I mean, I will still," she paused, blushing and ashamed, "Wet myself until we get it under control."

"We can do what I'm doing with Amelia," she said, smiling, "Protection under your clothes."

"No! I told you, no diapers."

"Pull-ups aren't diapers. They are protective underwear."

"What's the difference?"

"For starters, they don't use tabs. They are easy to hide under your clothes. They are less bulky and noisy. They are completely different and they are very helpful during potty training..”

"I don't know," said Melissa, thinking about how awkward it would be to have that "protective underwear" around her crotch. And what if someone found out? She was already not popular with people her age. Her only friend, Dana, was a little odd herself. Maybe she wouldn't mind. But there was no way she would tell her about it.

"I just want to help you," said Helen, “Besides, this could be an excellent way for us to connect. You know, have that mother-daughter experience we never had.”

Melissa sighed, ”When do we start?"

"What about right away?"

Helen wasted no time.

She grabbed Melissa by the wrist, softly leading her deeper into the house. Through halls and corridors and stairs until they were in a room painted soft pink. It was Amelia’s room, and she wasn’t there.

“Amelia’s playing outside. In her sandbox.”

“She won’t know?”

“She will. But she won’t care. She’s only three.”

Helen grabbed some white underwear with the design of some Disney princess on the front. It was small, but, then again, Melissa was quite thin. Tall, yes, but thin.

“Try this on,” said Helen, placing the pull-up in Melissa’s hand.

It was defiantly thicker than regular underwear, and the deign was childish. But Helen was right, they didn’t look that much different from her panties.

“A little privacy, please.”

Helen left the room, leaving Melissa in the nursery.

She carefully dropped her pants to notice her underwear was already damp. Sighing, knowing she actually needed the protection, she took her panties off and cleaned herself with some baby wipes she had close by.

Finally, the moment of truth.

She slid into the pull-ups, feeling the soft thickness of it against her gentle crotch. She didn’t dare to look at herself in the mirror. She rushed to get her pants on again, and when she was sure her protective underwear wasn’t visible, she left the room.

 

Chapter 2

Potty Time

 

Melissa sat at the dining table, staring blankly into space, while Helen prepared lunch. Each clink of the dishes sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her of what was around her crotch. The pull-up wasn't as uncomfortable as she thought it would be, but it was definitely not something she liked. She had kept it dry so far, though it had not even been an hour yet.

Helen entered the room carrying a tray laden with fries, nuggets, and fresh salad. She smiled gently at Melissa, something the young woman wasn’t used to. Next to the her was her younger stepsister, Amelia. At three, she looked like a mini version of Helen herself. It was obvious she was destined for popularity, unlike Melissa, and somehow, even if Amelia had always been nice to her, she always resented her.

“Mel's potty training too, Mommy?" asked Amelia as she grabbed a handful of fries.

"That's right, hun."

Melissa tried to smile back, but it seemed forced.

Helen noticed her discomfort and quickly added, "Don't worry, sweetie. We'll take it slow, and I'll be there to help you every step of the way."

Feeling slightly more reassured, Melissa nodded. "Thanks."

As they all sat down to eat, Melissa couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Helen's behavior. Helen seemed to genuinely want to help her, but she wondered why.

"It's time for the potty," Helen announced once everyone was finished with the meal.

Helen gave them no time to argue as she grabbed both their wrist, pulling them towards the living room, where a plastic potty awaited.

"Is that really necessary?" asked Melissa in shock.

"It's just part of the process. Show me you can use the plastic potty, and you can move onto the toilet. It shouldn't be difficult. Should it?"

Before Melissa could continue arguing, she was interrupted by her stepmother.

"Who wants to go first?!" asked Helen again with a devilish smile.

Amelia raised her hand.

Within minutes, the younger of the three had done her business like a professional.

"I'm a big girl!" said Amelia, smiling from ear to ear, "I'll be potty trained first!"

Those words weighed heavily in Melissa's mind. The little brat was as competitive as her mother. It had been cute a few years ago, but now, she was just annoying. Melissa felt her rage growing stronger, fueled by the constant tease. But she fought back against it. After all, Helen was only trying to help. And Amelia needed the encouragement.

"Yes, you are," said Helen, "But I think Melissa will surprise us too, right Mel?"

Melissa nodded.

Despite her frustration, she decided to give it a try. If nothing else, she owed it to Helen since she helped her when nobody else did. Taking a deep breath, she lowered herself onto the seat of the tiny plastic potty. In contrast to Amelia's confident demeanor, Melissa felt vulnerable and exposed. However, knowing that she must prove her mettle, she closed her eyes and focused on relaxing her muscles.

But nothing.

A minute passed.

And then another.

She pushed harder.

Nothing.

She pushed again, and a loud fart echoed in the room. Melissa blushed as her stepmother and stepsister giggled.

One more minute passed.

Another.

And nothing.

"Alright," said Helen, "I don't think it's going to happen."

"No, wait!" said Melissa, pushing harder now, "I can do this."

"Honey, you're going to give yourself a stroke if you push that hard. It's okay. You didn't make it this time. Let's just try again later."

"I made it in the potty, Mommy. I'm winning!" said Amelia, happy as just a kid could be.

But as Melissa pulled her pull-up and pants back up, she couldn't help but feel pathetic and like a failure. She was and adult, and she couldn't even control her body enough to pee.

"You'll make it next time. It's okay. It's the first time you've tried. I'm sure you'll make it," said Helen, and for the first time since Melissa met her, she actually felt as if her stepmother cared about her. Perhaps this potty-training idea wasn't that bad after all.

With her first time on the potty a failure, Melissa had nothing left to do but wait. She was to call for Helen's help if she felt the need to go, but the thought of having to ask for help to pee was too embarrassing to even consider. She was a big girl. She could make it to the toilet without any help.

And so she waited.

"Potty time," said Helen an hour later as Melissa worked on her resume. It wasn't looking that good, but she wasn't twenty-one yet, and she needed the money if she wanted to go out that summer with her friends.

"One minute," said Melissa, staring at a blank page. Maybe tomorrow, she could try again. It's not as if she was in dire need to get a job. If only being an adult wasn't that difficult.

She stood up and went straight to the living, where Helen and Amelia were waiting beside the plastic potty.

"Your sister's dry," said Helen, "What do we say?"

"Congrats," said Melissa, pretending to care enough to form a smile.

Helen approached Melissa with a gentle demeanor, almost motherly, "Now, let's check our big girl."

"What are you...?!"

Helen's finger found their way to the elastic band of Melissa's pull-up. The young adult blushed, trying to get away but failing.

"My dear," said Helen, removing her fingers from Melissa's crotch, "You're wet.

"What? No. I'm not!"

Melissa rushed her hand to her padded crotch only to notice it was bigger and warmer and obviously full of urine. It couldn't be. She didn't feel it. She was a big girl. She should be able to make it to the potty. Her eyes turned watery, and her knees began shaking.

"I'm sorry," she said, fighting back the tears.

Helen embraced her with no hesitation. A warm embrace. The sort of touch only a mother could provide during times of distress, and for a second, Melissa felt less of a failure.

"It's okay, honey," Helen said, patting her back carefully, "That's what your pull-ups are for. You'll make it next time."

It sounded familiar – like some of those truisms parents tell children to encourage them. As much as she despised admitting it, her stepmother's kind words did help. Perhaps Helen was right. She might very well make it next time. It was just one accident. She would make it to the potty next time. There was no way she would lose the race for potty training against her younger stepsister.

But for the entire week, Amelia outperformed her.

“I’m a big girl!” She would sing as she made it to the potty.

Meanwhile, Melissa sat there and nothing would come out. As if her body was actively working against her. Every day she would have to use three pull-ups or more while her younger step-sister was about to graduate to big girl panties.

“Maybe we started you too early,” said Helen as she checked Melissa’s underwear, “It doesn’t seem you’re making any progress. If anything, it looks like you’re regressing.”

Melissa blushed at her words.

“We’ll keep trying tomorrow. But we might need a different approach if things keep going this way.”

Melissa said nothing as she got ready for bed that night.

Now alone in her room, her thoughts were flooded with the idea of failing her second potty-training. What would she say to Dana? She had been avoiding her best friend all week in hopes she could get her accidents under control.

Melissa sighed, closing her eyes, hoping the next day would be better.

However, when she woke up, she noticed something new as she moved in her bed. The padding between her legs was heavier and colder.

 

[parkintochter]

Hi, thank you for the story. 

Buf I have 2 questions:

Will you continue this story here time after time? 

And what is the price of your premium memberships to read the full stories? 

[TheLittleWriter]

13 hours ago, parkintochter said:

Hi, thank you for the story. 

Buf I have 2 questions:

Will you continue this story here time after time? 

And what is the price of your premium memberships to read the full stories? 

There are two membership tiers, the first one is to gain access to my content and the second one includes a commission story. The first one is 10USD and the second is 25USD. You can also find the story by itself on Amazon kindle unlimited. However, this particular story is only available in my website at the moment. I cannot confirm nor deny that it will be posted here any time soon as I have not decided yet.

You can find the story here Melissa's Re-Potty Training.