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Wet American Summer (Audio) Chapter 36 - FINALE
🕑 Added 2020-02-08 20:00:01 +0000 UTC
Chapter 36
My aunt Sally was actively cutting onions to go with the gigantic roasted chicken on the counter. Vegetables were put aside, waiting to be drowned in hot water and a pot of soup was heating up on the stove.
Ashley : Do you need any help?
I asked sheepishly, not looking to upset her before the big event. She gawked at me for a moment, not sure how to respond, before simply resuming her task.
Ashley: Cutting vegetables? I can do it… Here let me grab a board.
Sally stopped what she was doing abruptly to stare at me again, annoyed.
Sally: I doubt you can do anything properly. I’m not sure what you’re looking for here young lady, but I’m still very cross with you for what you did earlier. I trust keeping you in diapers will at least limit the damage for now, but don’t you go looking for anymore trouble. We will eat together as a family, then you will be sent to bed early. I asked for your babysitter to stay until then, so she can change you before bedtime, as I’m sure you will need.
Ashley: You seem to know me so well…
Sally: Watch your tone my dear, if it was up to me you’d be locked in playpen with a bib around your neck to eat by yourself. You’re lucky my daughter Nancy still advocates for you, defends you. ‘’It’s not her fault’’ she says. But I know better than that. Didn’t you just wet yourself as Frankie was changing you? What kind of sick person does that, Ashley? I don’t believe for a second that it was an accident. You might think you have everyone fooled, but not me. You can’t hide anything from me.
I’ll give her that, it wasn’t an accident. However I still needed her to leave the kitchen to fulfil the second step of my revenge plan.
Ashley: As you say, aunt Sally. You seem to know everything. But it seems I’m not the only who’s trying to hide things… Your precious Frankie, for instance, Casey told me she’s had a little… problem in the bathroom and went tinkle in her Pull-Ups. Now she refuses to change, because she doesn’t want to acknowledge it. Apparently she kept saying ‘’I don’t need these’’ as a defense.
Sally: Nonsense, Frankie isn’t a disgusting little girl like you, I understand her mother’s decision in making her wear training pants as a punishment, but she doesn’t require them like you do.
Ashley: Oh I get it, and if you’re okay with her walking around in a wet Pull-Up, be my guest. It’ll only be all the more entertaining when she leaks on your couch or on your dinner chair. I’m sure you’ve gotten used to washing out pee stains...
A spark of skepticism appeared on her face. Without saying another word, she marched right through the doors to the living room. I followed her movement with a smirk, though I can only hear the interaction in the distance.
Frankie: Grandma! What are you doing?!
Sally: Stop moving, young lady… Did you… get over here, did you have an accident?
Frankie: What?! No! Did that cow Casey send you? I told her before, I don’t need these!
Sally: Alright now watch your tone young lady, I heard enough. You lift up that dress right this instant so I can check your Pull-Up, is that clear?
As much as I would’ve liked to listen to the rest of their conversation, I had something else to do, and not much time to do it. When Sally came back to the kitchen with a very angry Frankie, I was no longer there.
***
There we were, all seated around the table. My family and I.
I watched them eat their soup, but I couldn’t touch mine. I was getting anxious, knowing what would happen next. Waiting for the right moment to speak.
Joyce: So Casey, we hadn’t had the chance to talk yet, it’s good of you to join us for dinner, I understand you’re a friend of Ashley?
Casey: Right… Let’s just say I take care of her.
Joyce: What a nice way of putting it.
Nancy: Why are we eating soup? It’s so hot outside…
Joyce: That’s true, we’re having such a humid summer.
Frankie: Some more than others, right Ashley?
Ashley: I don’t know, I think it’s gonna be dry from now on.
Frankie: Good for you!
She flinched for a second, bothered by something, that she was trying to hide. She grabbed her glass of water, drank it all and proceeded to fill it up again with the pitcher.
Ashley: Careful now, I heard what happened earlier, wouldn’t want to drink too much…
Her eyes grew wider, she whispered back in a hurry, making sure no one could hear her:
Frankie: Shut up! I didn’t even… I didn’t okay? Now you be quiet or I’ll expose you. Remember what you’re wearing, baby, yours is much more embarrassing than mine and… Ow!
She flinched again.
Ashley: What’s wrong?
Frankie: I don’t know I… I think I need to...
I looked around and Frankie wasn’t the only one who seemed to be in pain. Everyone around the table was sweating heavily and it wasn’t because of the summer heat.
I saw my aunt Sally’s growing discomfort in her eyes and Frankie was about to get up so I did before she could and announced:
Ashley: I’d like to propose a toast! I want to thank everyone for being here this evening. As you all know it hasn’t been an easy summer for me so far, but things are about to get better.
I could tell from their faces they were increasingly uneasy.
Ashley: Frankie, you’re gonna be glad you’re wearing Pull-Ups for this.
Her cheeks flushed in an instant at the mention of her childish underpants.
Frankie: What?! What are you talking about?
Ashley: You expressed your cry for attention and recognition by bringing me down and humiliating me. Manipulating everyone else into treating me like a toddler, pushing them to regress me further everyday while weirdly enjoying every second of it. I sincerely hope you grow up to be a better person than this, but for now : fuck you.
Frankie: What the fuck? Ow…
Sally: What’s the meaning of this Ashley?!
Casey: I think I should go…
Ashley: Sit down, I’m not done talking.
Casey: This doesn’t concern me, it’s between you and your family...
Ashley: Oh but it does concern you. I said sit. The fuck. Down. I have things to say, then you’ll be free to go.
Everyone had their eyes fixated on me. Deep down they knew they had it coming, but I sensed the tension in the air due to the urgency of the situation, quickly building up. They all looked very uncomfortable and that’s exactly what I wanted them to feel.
Ashley: Casey, you conspired with my aunt to keep me here. You enjoyed treating me your babysitting charge and making me play your twisted games. You used this whole twisted scheme to keep James and I apart, same as you used my bedwetting to seperate us and date him in the first place and for that: fuck you.
Casey: What does James have to do with.. Ah!
The young woman fled from the table, in visible shock and pain, clutching her stomach the whole time.
Sally: You’re going too… far… Ashley. This, isn’t…
Ashley: Now your turn Sally. You crazy old bitch. You never liked me and you hate my mother, that’s why you never invite her here and talk her down every chance you get. You only see me as a distorted version of the way you saw her. A bedwetting, accident prone, irresponsible fool who should be treated like nothing more than a child. Well guess what? That’s not who she is. That’s not who I am and you can put your sermons, your false pretenses and your sick punishments up your ass. Which, by the way, is about to become very active.
Sally: W…what are you saying?
Ashley: You see… I put a good dose of strong laxatives in the soup earlier and it’s pretty clear they’re about to come into full effect. The bathrooms are all locked so I suggest you grab a diaper if you can. You all made sure we had a lot of them in stock, haven’t you?
Sally: You… little… Ow! Oh… oh no.
She clasped her fingers around her belly, moaning loudly and started limping away from the dining room, in a desperate search for a bathroom. After a few steps, she started panicking, looking around in a hurry, she ran to the kitchen and sat on the trash can to do her business in front of her entire, dear family. What happened next isn’t a display I want to spend too much time describing, but as she was untangling her tights and holding the sides of the can, she lost her balance and fell down next to it, the content of it spilling on the floor and her in it.
Joyce : Mom!
My cousin ran to her rescue, trying not to slip on the puddle forming on the kitchen tiles.
Frankie got up as well, her eyes wide, she grabbed the table to avoid falling, paralyzed by the shock of everything that was happening. She looked down at her crotch, tears forming in her eyes.
I picked the hem of her dress and lifted it up before she could do anything to stop me. I grabbed my phone and snatched a picture.
Ashley: Now if you ever think about sending those pictures of me to anyone, remember I got…
That’s when I noticed her Goodnite was filling up... on both sides. The padding of her training pants was expanding in the back as well as saturating in the front. Darkening the tone of those girly patterns she used to tease me about.
Ashley: Wait, are you peeing too? My god... I really don’t think you’re ready for Pull-Ups yet, dear. Look at you, wetting and messing yourself like a dumb baby. Are you gonna cry now too? We still have a few packs of diapers down there. Cousin Nancy? It looks like they’re gonna be useful for this one. I hope she gets to wear each and every last one of them. Then maybe she can go through the Pull-Ups stock too. What’s the matter Frankie? Cat got your tongue? Are you starting to leak? Nance, do me a favor and change her into a thick diaper. She ate a whole lot of soup and it looks like she’s gonna be having more accidents in the next few hours.
Frankie: Please mommy, no!
Ashley: Now if you’ll excuse me. Someone’s outside for me and I’d hate to make him wait. Have a nice summer everyone. You won’t be missed.
***
I walked out of the house, smug and satisfied. A red car was waiting for me on the road in front of the cottage and my man was leaning on the door.
‘’J...James? What are you doing here?’’
The familiar voice of Casey spoke from behind me. She was bending down from the stomach pain, still looking for a place to relieve herself in the hallway when she noticed him outside.
James: Sorry Casey, we’re breaking up. I told you yesterday, I’m done with your manipulative bullshit.
She used her remaining strength to stand up straight and move towards him with a menacing glare.
Casey: Is that so? Well you know what James, you and that weirdo deserve each other. You want to leave? Be my guest, but don’t crawl back to me when you’re sick and tired of changing her diapers every night, it will be too… Ah… too…
Ashley : Too late?
You probably guessed what happened then. Loud fart noises and then a bulge appeared in the back of Casey’s pants as she was melting with shame. She immediately reached to her bottom, but quickly realized it wasn’t such a great idea to press on it.
Casey: Oh shit… I mean… no! Look at what you’ve done, you bitch!
Ashley: I think you better look at what you have done Casey, I assume you didn’t bring a change of clothes, did you? Maybe Frankie will let you borrow one of her new diapers. Though I’m not sure it’s the right moment to ask. It won’t smell so good in there.
Casey: You… ahh...
I’m sure she would’ve tried something, anything to save herself from this complete humiliation, but unfortunately for her, the stomach pain and the result of it proved too much to handle at the same time as her revenge.
When it started leaking through the leg hole of her jeans I picked up my phone again and grabbed another souvenir.
Ashley: Thanks for coming to say goodbye Case, now I have all need to keep you from coming back at me.
Casey: Don’t you dare!
Ashley: Nothing to worry about sweetheart. We’re friends, remember?
Casey: Oh god…
As another eruption was about to take place, my poor former babysitter turned her heels and ran back inside, probably looking to avoid doing any more damage, as unlikely as it was that she would succeed.
James: Is this what it feels like to walk away from an explosion in slow-motion?
I smirked. An explosion was the right term.
James: You’re ready to go?
Ashley: One last thing.
I reached under my dress and felt my diaper still in place. I tore apart the sides one by one, removing the thick padding from my butt. I let it fall and plop on the ground under me. James looked over with a grin.
James: You’re sure you’re not gonna need it? It’s a long drive back to the city.
Ashley: No. My name is Ashley, I’m 19 years old and I’m potty trained, bitch.
He stared at me in silence for a moment, baffled by what he had just heard. I leaned closer to kiss him. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach. Finally, the taste of freedom.
Ashley: Alright! Let’s get the fuck out of here.
We entered the car and he pushed his feet on the gas. Together, we drove away from the madness. The last diaper I wore grew smaller in the rear view mirror and disappeared. For the first time in the last few weeks I felt truly free. I felt as if I was finally able to write my own destiny. I was no longer a puppet they could toy with, manipulate and degrade.
Sure, I might still wet the bed every now and then and yes, I did bring a few Goodnites in my bag with me. What? I wasn’t about to risk it with James in my bed. So yes, I would eventually put a Pull-Up on a few hours later, before I fell asleep, but it was my decision this time and not anyone else’s.
That’s what freedom is, right?
Besides, summer wasn’t over yet. I still had plenty of time ahead to turn it into a dry one.
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