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Wet American Summer (Chapter 33)
🕑 Added 2018-07-19 01:00:01 +0000 UTC Chapter 33My room was only lit by the daylight, creeping through the single window at the top of the wall. The door was closed and I was nervous. My heart was still beating fast from the rush of adrenaline that filled my veins a moment ago. I was waiting for further instructions, glad to be changing out of the uncomfortably soggy garment I was in, but dreading what was about to come next.
Casey had me lying on my back on a little mat she probably found in the kids room. It was too small for me, but it covered my butt and lower back. I couldn’t believe this was happening. What am I saying, of course I believed it. It wasn’t the first time. Truth be told it was now a routine. One I had the unfortunate opportunity to familiarize myself with.
Not that it wasn’t embarrassing anymore. It obviously was. Especially that now I was getting changed by Casey, who used to be my friend. Over time, it had simply become a new norm that I wasn’t even hoping to avoid before the end of the day.
I knew this would come. That I couldn’t possibly be allowed in a pair of Pull-Ups for a full day like I used to be. I could tell I would be out of it sooner or later, with the way Sally stared at me when she realized I wasn’t all diapered up like the harmless little baby she wanted me to become.
One way or another, she would’ve had her way.
‘’Let’s put her down for a nap so she doesn’t get cranky at dinner, she would’ve said. Oh and I’m not sure the training pants will hold, she’s a heavy wetter in her sleep, best to play it safe with a diaper.’’
And then after I woke up dry she would’ve insisted that if I didn’t need a change, we shouldn’t waste a clean diaper.
‘’What’s the difference anyway? We’ll be putting you back in one for bedtime, so you might as well keep it on in between. Let’s not waste a diaper just because for once it happens to be unused.’’
I could see her coming from a mile away. Of course the way it actually happened probably suited her better. The look on her face when she thought I had messed myself… It was almost a victory for her. A confirmation for the horrible treatment she was giving me. If I was childish enough to still pee and mess myself, I surely deserved the diapers she put me in.
It was all the proof she needed that I didn’t even deserve training panties. That humoring me into wearing them had been a mistake. Allowing me to wear Pull-Ups suggested that there was a possibility I would make it to the bathroom. The panties shape of those glorified toddler diapers gave me the illusion that I was adult enough to slide them down and use the potty like a grown up. That the absorbent padding was simply there in case of an ‘’accident’’, which meant it was a protection I wouldn’t necessarily need.
This whole assumption was simply wrong, according to my aunt. She believed there wasn’t even the slightest chance I wouldn’t wet myself for a full day, hence why it was so ridiculous to consider letting me wear trainers, I was simply not ready to be potty trained in her eyes. Or I did it all on purpose, for attention, which was worse.
And now I was on my back with a squishy Pull-Up on, making her right in her assessment. This was not at all what I expected to happen when I picked the childish princess training panties from the kids room.
I could hear them laughing, washing their hands in the nearby bathroom down the hall. If they could’ve seen me in those pink Huggies … I prefer not to think about what would’ve happened. Especially because the wetness indicator had faded and there was a mushy lump on my butt, expanding the back of the padding in a way that suggested I also had another kind of accident. It was a relief not to be seen.
Only Casey could see me, in this pathetic position. I was probably red from anger and humiliation, arms by my side, feeling useless.
My babysitter, former friend and rival, slowly made her way to my dresser, savouring every moment of it. This was the final thing she would get to do before giving me back my phone and therefore the power she had over me.
I squirmed in my princess Pull-Up, I still had to pee and it was wet as if I had already gone, which made it worse. Casey was taking her sweet time, unfolding the diaper carefully as I was waiting on my back. She was examining the diaper. She might’ve seen me in one a few hours before, but it was the first time she had to put one on me. And it would be the only time, I would make sure of it.
Casey:I’m not used to changing babies your size, but it doesn’t look much different than regular diapers. Just bigger. Here, let’s get you all cleaned up sweetie.
She cooed at me as she proceeded to undo the sides of the training pants. I felt so stupid. I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, but the result was the same as if I had an accident in my Pull-Up and was being changed in a diaper to avoid another mess.
My babysitter certainly treated me as if it was the case and I knew there was nothing I could do to avoid it.
I couldn’t throw a tantrum, I couldn’t run away in my full Pull-Up in front of everyone. I had to suck it up while I was getting undressed and diapered like a messy little girl.
Casey: Let’s get that stinky thing away.
She removed the Pull-Up from my butt, balling it up in a matter-of-factly way, like any other used diaper and threw it in the garbage can that had become a diaper pail, next to the dresser.
Ashley : It doesn’t stink! Stop acting as if this was my fault…
Casey: Well if you had eaten your cereal this morning, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Come on, legs up stinky butt.
She used a baby wipe to clean up the excess of cereal. I was mortified, I couldn’t speak to reply to her insane allegations. I just wanted it to be over.
Casey: I’m almost done, try not to have a little accident right now, you don’t have your dia-dee yet.
Oh what I would’ve paid to see her face if I started peeing on her right then and there. I could’ve easily done so, I needed to go really bad. That childish act would probably cost me more than I would gain doing, however.
I heard the garment crinkle in her hands as she prodded me to lift up my butt and slid it under me. Casey grabbed the baby powder and I stared at the ceiling while she was spreading a light cloud on my private parts. She captured it by folding up the front part between my legs and snugly taping it together.
Casey: What a good girl you’ve been.
She squished the front of my new diaper with her fingers to emphasize it’s thickness, simultaneously triggering my bladder, knowing full well I still had to pee. I let out a soft moan, but was able to contain myself, thankfully. I did not want to give her the satisfaction of witnessing me wet a diaper I had just been changed into.
Casey: Oops, sorry.
Ashley: I have to go to the bathroom… You said I could if I played your game and I did…
Casey: I know sweetheart, but that was before your aunt made such a big deal about you going back in diapers. She said I’m to tuck your in for a little afternoon nap right away and I don’t want to lose my job. So if you can make it just a bit longer, you can go after your nap.
Ashley: What?! How long is this supposed to be?
Casey: Who knows? I guess she’ll come and get you when she figures you had enough time to think.
Ashley: Can I at least have my phone back? I earned it.
Casey: Well, you didn’t quite make it to the potty yet… and from the looks of it, it doesn’t seem like you’ll make it on time either?
Ashley: I’m going now…
I got up with the firm intention of tearing off this stupid diaper’s tapes and using the bathroom. I knew the children were upstairs now. Nobody could stop me.
Casey: Fine, fine!! I’ll give you back your phone… just don’t go out. Your aunt hasn’t paid me yet and I think my job is on the line here. She promised me a lot of money to take care of you, you know. I could really use it.
She handed me my precious telephone and made me swear to stay in the room until someone came to get me. I didn’t care. Now I could at least communicate with James.
Casey: Oh, Frankie asked me to remove the photos and threatening messages she sent to you by the way. Just to make sure you don’t snitch on her anymore than you already tried to do. I still sent them to my own phone though. I’ll keep them as a souvenir of my cute diapered princess.
She gave me a pat on the butt that made my diaper crinkle and my cheeks blush.
Casey: You really are adorable. Come on, off to bed now… and try to stay dry if you want to be taken seriously! Don’t let her win.
She spoke with genuine care in her voice. Was my rival turned babysitter starting to rekindle our friendship in a very odd way?
She got out of the room and closed the door before I could know for certain. I grabbed my beloved mobile device, looked through my contacts to find James and sent him a text message:
‘’ I’m gonna need your help.’’
A few seconds later he replied : “Want me to come and save you?”
I smiled. My fingers slid on my phone’s keyboard.
“No.” I typed.
“I’ll save myself.”
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Next chapter isn't written yet, I'm starting to work on it slowly but surely!
Impatient I know but when’s the next chapter ? Obsession getting to a new level recently!
This will be fun to see!
