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Wet American Summer (Chapter 31)
🕑 Added 2018-05-19 18:00:00 +0000 UTC Chapter 31When we got inside the house, I checked if anyone was around but the room was empty for now. Casey lied on the sofa and started texting on her phone.
Ashley: Hum... Casey?
Her eyes stayed fixated on her screen.
Casey: What is it, love?
Ashley: I need to go... I need to go potty.
She turned her gaze towards me, noticeably pleased at the childish way I worded my sentence. It wasn’t an affirmation, I was explicitly seeking her permission, asking her what to do, like a potty training little girl waiting to be taken to the bathroom. My babysitter had a victorious smile on her face, like a proud mom, finally seeing results in her hard work teaching a dumb toddler.
Casey: Really? Well we can start this stopwatch then. You remember your what you need to do, don’t you?
My cheeks blushed as I shamefully nodded as I slowly lifted my fist up to insert my right thumb in my mouth, biting it between my teeth to contain myself.
Casey: Good. It’ll ring in ten minutes sharp, think you can hold it until then?
I nodded my head silently.
Casey: That’s my good little thumb sucker. You remembered the rule, didn’t you? No talking or you lose. Now... l’m all for the honor system, but since you have quite a bit of history with daytime accidents, we’ll have to make sure you’re telling the truth, won’t we?
She got up and approached me eagerly. I didn’t like the look in her eyes, but I was determined to succeed and get my phone back. I was thinking of James and what I would tell him. I frowned when she got closer, sucking on my thumb like a confused baby.
Casey : Noticing you have to go is one thing... but holding it until you can go... that’s more your weakness, isn’t it? I wouldn’t want you to claim you were dry only to find out you sneaked into the kids room again for another pair of Pull-Ups to change into. So we’ll be checking you... in real time.
She grabbed the straps of my overalls and undid both snaps before sliding it down to my ankles. My thumb was still firmly placed between my lips and there was nothing I could do but moan in protest.
Casey: What’s that, little one? I didn’t quite catch what you were saying...
She pressed on the front of my training pants, the dry padding crackled under her fingers. A Disney princess staring back at her, the wetness indicator still intact.
Casey: Good girl. 8 more minutes left, I’m sure you can make it.
That’s when I heard the sliding door open in the kitchen. My heart was racing. I was standing in the living room, thumb in my mouth, pants at my feet in a pair of bright pink Huggies. I reached down as fast as I could, trying my best to bring my overalls back up with my only available hand. Until I heard a voice I recognized, but didn’t want to hear.
‘’What on earth are you doing...?’’
It was Frankie. The little brat was standing in front of me, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of leggings, hiding the Goodnites she had to wear. I would’ve commented on that, except I was too busy sucking on my thumb and wrestling with my jean overalls, trying to pull them back up to hide my own training pants.
Casey: Oh hey Frankie, we’re doing a little experiment here, to help Ashley with her potty training. She has to hold it for ten whole minutes before she’s allowed to go to the bathroom and to keep her focused on not wetting herself, I made sure she would keep quiet until then.
Frankie: You mean she’s sucking on her thumb so she can’t say anything?
Casey: That’s right.
Frankie: Well isn’t that swell. You know... I noticed your bowl of cereal in the sink, Ashley. Weren’t you hungry this morning?
I stared at Frankie with apprehension in my eyes, frowning and biting harder on my thumb. I considered ending it all then and there, but caving in would’ve done me a disservice and kept me further away from my phone by making a scene.
Frankie: Cat got your tongue, huh? Maybe I can help you with that.
She walked over to the sink and picked up my bowl. I wasn’t sure what she intended to do with it. Force feed me? Couldn’t she see my thumb firmly placed between my lips? One last rough patch, I thought, let them have their way for now, you can handle this. But I started slowly backing off, as Frankie moved further towards me.
Frankie: I would’ve expected to see you in a diaper today, after I took away your Goodnites... but what you have on is even better, you look like such a big girl in your training pants! And there’s an actual wetness indicator there, that’s gonna be so useful for you to tell when you have an accident! Did you get those in the kids room? Honestly you should just keep the whole pack, I think you need them more than they do... you’re probably the only bedwetter left in the house.
I kept backing off, pointing at her crotch as a way to put emphasis on the fact that she was also wearing Pull-Ups.
Frankie: What are you trying to say honey? I can’t understand you with your thumb in your mouth. Oh those?
She lifted up her T-shirt a bit and tugged at the purple waistband of the Goodnite she had on, shamelessly snapping it against her belly. Acting as if they were just normal underwear and not the glorified diapers she had humiliated me with in the past week. That bitch was owning them.
Frankie: Don’t worry, I’ll be out of those in no time. You know why? Cause unlike you, I’m a big girl Ashley. I don’t go pee pee in my pants anymore.
She was getting dangerously close. I was waddling backwards, trying to get away from her before the time was out.
Frankie: Thankfully, you went through quite a few pairs... So as soon as they run out, I expect my mom won’t be too keen on spending money on disposable underwear that always end up dry in the trash. Not to mention the environmental impact. It wouldn’t make sense... But for someone like you, who keeps peeing herself no matter what...Well, keeping you diapered at all times makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?
Suddenly I felt the ground escape me and before I could realize it, I was on the floor. The overalls stuck between my ankles had made me trip.
Casey: Geez, are you okay?
By some miracle my thumb was still in my mouth. I didn’t make the foolish assumption that I would be authorized to speak because I fell, so I kept my mouth shut and started picking myself back up.
Frankie: Poor thing, look what a mess you made.
It felt as if she was trying to lift me up by the back of my Pull-Ups, she was pulling on them as I got on my feet.
Then I felt it. The cold milk made its way to the soft padding between my legs and soaked through it and all of a sudden the mass came with it. She was sliding the mushy cereal down my diaper. I was horrified. I tried to push her away, but it was too late. It had taken her a second to tug at the waistband of my training pants and throw the whole thing down there.
Tears were filling my eyes and Frankie disappeared to the basement. The wetness indicator on the front of my princess Pull-Ups was fading away as the milk made its way to my crotch, increasing my need to pee. The mushy lump on my butt was pushing the back of my padded training panties. Desperate, I began to press my thighs together, trying to hold if a little longer. I was still sucking on my thumb like a little crybaby and it looked like I had just peed and pooped myself in my pink Huggies.
That’s when Casey’s timer went off.
Comments
Most likely mid june! If my timing is right, Wet American Summer will be over before the end of the summer... then who knows what might come next ;)
Stuart Atkins
I need more of this in my life. Any idea when the next chapter is due?
