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Wet American Summer (Audio) Chapter 24
🕑 Added 2019-03-03 19:00:00 +0000 UTC
Chapter 24
I couldn’t believe it. Where did that brat hide my suitcase?! I flipped out, rummaging through the drawers only to find them full of diapers. Fucking diapers. Even the Goodnites were missing, not that they would be of any help in this situation.
I shouldn’t have put all my stuff in the same place, that was my mistake. All that brat had to do was pick it up and hide it somewhere. Now I was waddling my shiny red and very wet diapered butt through the halls of this house, trying to figure out what to do.
Frankie’s door was locked, as expected, so my only chance to find some adult clothes to cover myself up would be to sneak in one of my cousins’ room and to borrow a pair of pants for the ride back to the city. It wasn’t ideal, but it had to do.
I carefully climbed the stairs back up when suddenly I heard the front door burst open.
Joyce: Let me tell you one thing, these shows are always lame, every year everybody goes to see them just because it’s the only attraction in this small town, but they forget how much they suck. Here at least we have the place to ourselves, we can have a little beer while my mom and sister watches the kids.
Was she fucking serious? Now Joyce and her dumb husband, I had already forgotten his name, were hogging the living room. I instinctively backed down a few steps. How would I walk past them? They would see me coming up in my wet diaper…
I could always change my diaper before going up… but that was beside the point. I needed to think fast… I turned around to face my options. There wasn’t anything else in my room besides diapers and changing supplies. Frankie’s room was locked and I couldn’t bust the door open without making noise. There was only one left : the kids room.
Unenthusiastically, I pushed open the door of the large room. There was two sets of bunk beds next to each other, facing two closets but I couldn’t remember who slept where, so I got to the first one and searched through it for anything remotely close to my size.
I flinched at the sight of pink Pull-Ups stacked on the first shelf. Of course, aunt Sally insisted they all wore protection at night, but to me they only brought more attention to the fact that I was looking through a child’s wardrobe to cover my own wet diaper.
I picked one of them up to get a closer look. It had a Disney princess on it, not sure which one it was. I felt embarrassed, like what I was doing was forbidden. As if I hadn’t earned my right to training pants yet, when of course, I had actually lost it. My diaper only felt heavier and, without really knowing why, I unfolded the Pull-Up.
‘‘I could probably fit in this, I caught myself thinking. They might be designed for toddlers, but they’re not so small and I’m not so big…’‘
Why was I even considering this? Why was I not putting this silly pair of Huggies trainers aside to look for actual pants?
Of course I knew why, even if I didn’t want to admit it. Once I found the pants that could fit me, what was the plan? I’d probably go upstairs, get past the two drunks in the living room, pretend to go in the bathroom only to steal more mature for the bus ride. Fine.
What would I wear underneath those pants though? Certainly not the soaked diaper I had on, but what else? I didn’t want to put on a new diaper and the Goodnites were nowhere to be found. I could go commando, like in the morning. But how could I be sure I wouldn’t have an accident on the bus? What if I fell asleep?
I was starting to doubt my own ability to stay dry and rightfully so. Truth be told all this stress had been affecting me and while I was forced to pee myself on several occasions, I had to admit that I did not have the best nighttime track record either.
Spending the whole night outside, waiting for the bus and then a few hours of riding it back to the city… I wasn’t 100% confident I could make it. Those pink Pull-Ups might’ve been childish and humiliating, but it was better the bulge and crinkling of my night diapers. It was certainly better than peeing my pants in a bus full of people. With that in mind, I held on to the Pull-Up as I continued my research for pants.
After flipping through folded clothes on a few shelves I finally found a pair of light blue pajamas that seemed big enough to fit me. Judging by the size, they must’ve been Ryan’s who was Joyce’s eldest son. They would most likely be too small, but I couldn’t go back home in these kids PJs anyways. This was temporary and only so I could find myself a better outfit in Nancy’s closet.
In a hurry, I closed the door behind me and ran to my room to change out of this damp diaper, at last.
TACK TACK TACK
That noise took me by surprise. Where did it come from?
TACK TACK
‘‘Ashley!’‘
It came from my window, a muffled voice was calling for me. I peeked through the curtains and saw James, crouching down. He saw me. Shit.
James: Ashley, it’s me! I’m coming in.
Ashley : No!
James: Please, I just want to talk, it won’t be long I promise.
Ashley: I… alright, you can… come in… just let me…
I looked around nervously. I threw the pink Pull-Up under my bed as I heard him open up the window.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I picked up the pajama pants and quickly stepped through the holes. I slid the pants up my legs but they got stuck around my butt, because of my diaper’s thickness.
Fuuuuck. I saw his legs go through the opening as he sat down, to slide into the basement.
I struggled, loosening the cord that went through the waistband. I was finally able to force it around the padding. It was tight and a bit uncomfortable, but it was the best I could do.
After he jumped in, James looked surprised as he stared at me in silence for a second.
James: So… what were you up to?
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