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Wet American Fall (Chapter 2)
🕑 Added 2019-04-28 17:00:02 +0000 UTCChapter 2
Minutes had gone by and my baby girl was now curled up beside me, sucking peacefully on her soother, eyes clothes, on the verge of falling asleep. My thoughts were racing in my head as I admired the marks I had made on her buttocks, still visible on the edges of her wet disposable training pants. She must’ve been lying on the side to avoid pressing it against the bed.
I playfully pushed my fingers on the squishy padding and she moaned softly in return, probably thinking I was doing this to arouse her. In fact I was fascinated by the situation. It still wasn’t that common to me to observe a grown woman wearing such childish attire… let alone use it for its designated purpose.
Since my earliest memories of being this way, I had manipulated people into unlikely circumstances, orchestrated several ‘’accidents’,’ going as far as putting back my first cousin in diapers for a few weeks, not that long ago. That was all in the past however. Since then I had matured into a strong young woman and I did not require deceitful tactics in order to obtain what I desired anymore.
Melissa was the perfect example. She didn’t believe she was an actual bed wetter or that she might even need diapers. She was a potty trained young adult who was deliberately wearing a pair of childish Pull-Ups. Moreover, she was fully conscious when she peed herself in that diaper. She did it of her own free will. She even went as far as submitting herself to a punishment for being such a naughty girl and wetting her pants on purpose.
Indeed, a puzzling display to look at, even for a veteran of the trade such as yours truly. I knew very well the power of influence I wielded on her and the strength of the bond we shared, but I was still in awe when faced with the result: A 20 year old laying next to me in her soaked Pull-Ups, sucking on her pacifier, moaning as I teased her through the soft exterior of the protective garment.
‘’Okay, time to change you now, before you wet yourself again... Although it looks like it might be too late for that…’’
Melissa immediately woke up and spat her pacifier out in shock. ‘’But… Frankie, can’t I just put on panties now?’’ She begged. Her cheeks were about as red as her butt, she still had tears in her eyes, summoned by the bruises and the embarrassment that came with them. She thought our little game was over now, that she could go back to her regular college-aged behavior, but I was the one deciding when it would be over… and that was far from the case.
‘’Baby you know we can’t have you in those, especially at night… Maybe when you prove to me you’re a big girl, I’ll consider it, but you just had an accident again.’’
‘’I thought this was what you wanted!’’ She defended herself weakly. At this point she was trying to convince herself more than me, remind herself of why she did it, as opposed to the narrative that I was pushing… namely that she was a little girl who couldn’t be trusted not to have accidents. As usual I was relentlessly playing with her head until she had no choice but to play along, whether she believed it or not.
‘’You know what I want, Mellie? I want you to be a good girl and let me change you right now. Or should we keep you in these wet Pull-Ups all night? Is that what you want?’’
She shook her head vehemently and climbed up from my knee, going back on her feet, her soaked Goodnites sagging between her legs.
I reclined on the bed, smug and satisfied, eyeballing the small young woman. Gauging her reactions.
‘’Or we could go to the corner store and get you some real baby diapers... get that bottom swaddled in a pair of Pampers, would you like that? This way you’d have no choice but to let me change you. No more discussion about it. No more sliding your undies down to go to the bathroom like a big girl. We’ll make you completely dependent on your dia-dees, just like a tiny baby. Wouldn’t that be cute?’’
‘’Pfft. I would never fit in Pampers…’’ She said sulking, crossing her arms, trying to change the subject. I could tell she was slowly going along with it. She used that childish tone that she only ever used when she was regressing… Or when she spoke to her mom on the phone, for some reason.
‘’I bet you actually would fit in Pampers, you big baby, but why don’t we find out?’’ I feigned to get up. ‘’Now that I think of it they might actually be cheaper than the fancy training panties we’ve been getting you… but if you keep using them like diapers, I don’t see why we wouldn’t just buy diapers. Those are supposed to be just in case, you know.’’
‘’Stop, stop… you win, I’ll wear the damn Pull-Ups…and I won’t pee in them this time! Just get me out of these, they’re cold and icky.’’
I enjoyed watching her squirm like this. I was planning to make it last as long as possible.
‘’You’re gonna have to ask nicely, little girl.’’
Her cheeks turned a shade redder. It never ceases to amaze me, the level of reds that gingers can become.
‘’I’m sorry... she said, can you change my Pull-Ups… mommy?’’
She used that word to tease me. She knew it wasn’t my thing, but it was her way of slightly mocking me for enjoying putting her in situations like this. I did not blame her.
‘’Why do you need a change, sweetheart?’’ I wasn’t making it easy for her, especially now.
‘’Oh come on!’’
The look on my face challenged her to put on her best act for me, so she took a deep breath, and continued with the most childish voice she could muster.
‘’ Be...because, I had an accident. I wet my Pull-Ups mommy, and now it’s really wet… and cold, and… I know I need to wear Pull-Ups in case I go pee pee in my pants again. Will you please change me?’’
That was good enough, for the time being.
‘’Of course little darling. Let’s get you all dry and clean.’’
I could tell she was relieved as soon as she heard me say it, which confirmed to me that my technique worked. Proposing worse alternatives made her feel like she bargained for the best outcome, so she was happy to be changed in a new pair of childish training pants even though she had been arguing against wearing them only a moment ago. It was all a matter of perspective.
I unceremoniously ripped off the sides of her Goodnites and removed it from between her legs. I balled up the heavy wet thing and threw it out in the garbage can.
‘’I hope no one comes for a surprise visit’’ she chimed in, referring to the still visible diaper peeking out of the trash. I smiled while I picked up the necessary items from her cupboard. Melissa was shyly hiding her private parts, as she always did in such occasions. Out of habit, I guess. I had seen her naked plenty of times already, but she had always been prone to humility.
I laid out a small towel on the bed so she could sit her wet butt on it. I knew she hated being changed lying down, it made her think of diaper changes too much. I, on the other hand, enjoyed reminding her that the training pants I made her wear, were indeed glorified diapers and ought to be treated the same. With changing mats, baby powder and wet wipes.
I used the latter to clean her up thoroughly, while she tried to look away. This process had become somewhat familiar to her now, so I’m sure it didn’t feel as humiliating as it used to be, but I could tell she was still self-conscious about it. As would’ve been any normal adult getting their butt powdered and their wet diaper changed.
One day would come, I hoped, when she would just zone out completely on the changing mat. I wanted to see her suck her thumb or sing happily, not caring at all that she had just peed herself. I pictured us chatting like it was nothing, as if it was only natural.
We were not there yet however, a reality emphasized by her protests at the amount of powder I used.
‘’It’s too much!’’ She squealed, trying to brush some off her butt.
‘’Shh… I want you to smell like a baby too. Besides, better that than the smell of pee, don’t you agree?’’
Without letting her reply, I started sliding on a new pair of Goodnites up her legs and over her powdered butt, which she lifted to allow me to pull it all the way up, and adjust it on her hips.
‘’Thank you’’ she whispered with a shrug.
She was so cute, lying there in a new pair of training pants. A 20 year old bedwetter, ready for the night. The shame had passed already and she simply accepted it as her reality. Her eyes were slowly closing, she was at peace. I planted a kiss on her forehead.
‘’See, it isn’t so bad, is it?’’
I rubbed her butt gently, trying to soothe the pain from the spanking I had given her earlier. The garment made a calming rustling noise, indicative of its protective nature. I smiled as I observed how comfortable she was getting. Mentally regressing back to a time where everything was simple, if only for a moment. She felt safe, cared for, little.
‘’Not so bad…’’ She mumbled as she smiled back at me.
‘’Alright now, diaper butt. Time for bed.’’
‘’Wait…’’ She grabbed my wrist to interrupt my movement.
‘’ Can you stay with me a while?’’
She wrapped her arms around me and shut her eyes once again.
‘’Okay little one, I whispered. I’ll stay.’’
