The Reunion - Chapter 8 (Patreon)

Melissa's eyes widened as she covered her chest with one arm, the other already occupied with keeping her thumb in her mouth, her heart pounding. "Let me in!" she hissed as she fidgeted, knowing she - and, more importantly, her lumpy, swollen diaper - was on full display right now on the porch. She tried to squeeze past Taylor, but her sister easily blocked her passage.

"Answer my question," Taylor demanded. "What are you doing running around outside, young lady?"

"I was just..." Melissa's mind raced for a lie, something that made sense; then, she shrugged, her shoulders slumping in defeat. Why bother? Taylor had obviously already found the diapers... Where else could they be? The only other explanation was that somebody had broken into her car the night before and taken them, which seemed much more unlikely. "I was getting my diapers out of the car," she admitted.

Taylor looked a little surprised that Melissa hadn't tried to wiggle her way out of this, though she quickly got over it. "Well, don't you worry, I already have them," she said. "But, tell me, baby sis, why would you have that many diapers, and baby powder, and everything else? Could it be because you need these?" She reached down, smacking Melissa's diaper.

"No!" Melissa shook her head. "I told you, it was for my scavenger hunt!"

"Really?" Taylor raised an eyebrow. "If you were just putting one diaper on over your clothes, why did you buy two packages? And why did you get powder and wipes?"

"I-It was for the hunt, too," Melissa said, knowing how unlikely that seemed, especially the two packages. Technically, though, it was true... For all the good that did her now.

"Melissa, you are not getting in this house until you tell me the truth," Taylor told her, staring down at the smaller girl. "Just admit that you need your diapers."

"I don't!" Melissa stomped her foot. "Just get out of my way!" She grabbed at Taylor, trying to pull her, or push her, aside, which only emphasized how she was, effectively, the little sister now, since the other girl didn't budge.

"I can stay here all day," Taylor shrugged. "You, on the other hand... Well, the mailman should be by soon. Do you really want him to see you like this?"

Melissa blushed, pouting and squirming unhappily, trying to resist it until finally accepting it was her only choice at the moment. "Fine, you're right," she mumbled.

"About what?" Taylor asked. "Be specific!"

Melissa glared up at her, biting back a few choice words before forcing herself to spit out, "I need these diapers! Okay?"

"No, no," Taylor shook her head. "Not 'these' diapers... 'My' diapers."

Melissa scowled, but she'd come this far already... One more word couldn't be that much worse. "I need... m-my diapers..."

"Good girl," Taylor nodded, grabbing Melissa's pacifier from where she'd had it waiting on the entryway table, shoving it into Melissa's mouth. "Well, get in here, silly!" She stepped aside, and Melissa scrambled through the door, breathing a sigh of relief when she heard it close behind her. She started to toddle towards the staircase up to her room, only to be grabbed by the wrist and smacked on the mushy bottom as she discovered Taylor had been close behind.

"I told you to play in the living room, didn't I?" she asked. "I didn't say go pout in your room, and I definitely didn't tell you to play outside in just your big, messy diaper."

"It isn't messy!" Melissa protested. "It's just oatmeal, and you..." She gasped, cheeks darkening as Taylor clamped her hand down on the bulge in her diaper and began to rub, squishing the mass further around her backside.

"Oh, really? Does this feel clean to you?" she asked. "Clearly, you need your big sis around to change you more often... And to keep an eye on you. If I can't trust you for two minutes in the living room, while I'm just in the kitchen, I don't know if I can leave you alone while I go to the movies... Do I need to take you with me?"

"No!" Melissa couldn't even imagine going to the movies like this, since she was positive there was no way Taylor would let her out of diapers first... And, with all her little friends along, too... There was no way!

"You'd better prove you can be a good little girl for me, then," Taylor told her. "No more misbehaving, no more wandering off, no more talking back... In fact, no more talking at all. If you need to tell me anything, it will be in baby talk, and through your paci. And..." she marched over to the cabinet where they'd kept all their board games and such when they were little. Unsurprisingly, her parents still hadn't cleared it out, and, with a little digging, Taylor produced a coloring book and a pack of crayons. "You are going to sit right here on the floor and finish this book for me... If you can do that by the time my friends get here, I'll let you stay home."

"The...!"  Melissa began to whine, only to stop herself, remembering the other rule. 

"What was that?" Taylor gave her a meaningful look.

"Da... bagoo fing?" She felt ridiculous, but if that was what it took to stay home, she'd just have to live with it for now. She grumbled as Taylor pushed on her shoulders, giving in and slowly sinking to the floor, letting out a tiny gasp as she heard the diaper touch it with a rustle, and then her bottom began to sink into it. The oatmeal in her pants squelched up between her legs, and all through her diaper, leaving her blushing and squirming, trying to find some position to sit where she didn't feel it, to no avail. Even knowing that it was only oatmeal, it was still gross and humiliating, making her feel even more like Taylor's toddler sister, rather than her older, adult one.

"That's what I thought," Taylor nodded. "I'm going to go finish the dishes, and you are not going to budge from that spot, are you?" Melissa shook her head. "That's what I thought."

Melissa watched Taylor go, then glanced at the stairs, debating whether she could make it there, and up, before Taylor realized what she was doing. Even if she did, though, what would it matter? She couldn't lock her bedroom door, so even if she made it there without getting caught, Taylor could burst right in... The only way she was going to get privacy was if she played along and did as she was told.

She sighed, bending forward, feeling herself slip and slide in her gooey diaper as she did so, her nose wrinkling, to open the coloring book. Thankfully, a good number of the pages had already been colored in, although there were still quite a few that were completely blank. Had Taylor really meant for her to do all of them?! Or did she just want one picture? Unfortunately, to ask, Melissa would have to leave the living room and use actual words, both of which would defeat the purpose of even thinking about going through with this stupid thing in the first place.

Melissa generally didn't mind coloring; when she'd babysat, she'd always been happy to do that alongside her charges, and she had a few adult coloring books she'd picked up here and there, although she'd never actually gotten around to doing any of them. This coloring book definitely wasn't intended for adults, however... The pictures were of smiling animals, with just big, empty blocks of space waiting to be filled in, no intricate details, or anything that might be remotely challenging.

That made it easier, sure, but, combined with her wardrobe - or lack thereof - it was quite difficult to think of herself as anything but a baby while she worked. Not only were the pictures not difficult, they were mind-numbing in their simplicity, as she rubbed the same crayon back and forth over the same empty space for what felt like an eternity just to complete one section.

And, just to make matters even worse, her bladder was getting very full. She groaned, staring down at the tape wound around her diaper, holding it in place, making sure that, even if she had the guts to sneak to the bathroom, actually getting the thing off - and then, ideally, back on, so Taylor would be none the wiser - would be all but impossible. Maybe if she knew, for sure, just how long she had, she could work something out... But who knew how much longer Taylor would spend in the kitchen?

She would, obviously, have preferred not to have to pee her pants at all, though doing it now, when those pants already had a healthy helping of oatmeal piled in them, was even worse. That definitely wasn't going to help matters... Then again, she reasoned, if she got it over with, she might feel better, or at least have an easier time sitting still, not to mention that, for the moment, she had privacy.

She sighed, trying not to think about what she was doing, but ignoring the bulky, mushy feeling of her diaper was more difficult than she'd anticipated. She'd had a couple accidents, sure; intentionally rebelling against years of potty training was a whole different situation, one she apparently wasn't prepared for, even as desperate as she was starting to feel for relief.

Closing her eyes seemed to help a little, as did raising herself up into a squatting position, pretending she was out in the woods or something, not in the middle of her childhood living room. She felt a trickle of urine begin to pour into her diaper, only for her bladder to instantly clamp closed again, as if just then figuring out what she intended. She was getting somewhere, though... Just a few more minutes, and...

"Whatcha up to, stinky pants?" Taylor asked.

Melissa gasped, plopping back down on her backside, wrinkling her nose as she fell into the squishy mass - now rewarmed just slightly - and opened her eyes to see her sister sitting on the couch, watching. She wracked her brain, trying to think up a story, only to realize that she didn't need to... After all, it was Taylor's rule that she couldn't speak, so even if she had said anything, she would have gotten into trouble for it.

Then again... Melissa blushed as she turned back to her coloring, knowing that she was now being observed. If intentionally peeing her pants had been that hard when she was alone, she knew she wouldn't be able to do it now, which meant a lot more uncomfortable wiggling and fidgeting... Taylor was sure to pick up on that, too, so, when it stopped, she would know exactly what was happening, that she was seeing her former big sister wet her diaper right there in front of her.

With that in mind, perhaps it would be better to just admit it now, and see if Taylor would help her out, let her use the bathroom. The worst she could do was say no, after all... Melissa turned to her, gnawing on her pacifier, trying to work out how she could phrase this in baby talk. "Sissy..." she squeaked after a moment. "Me pee-pee..."

"Aww, that's okay," Taylor smiled at her. "That's what babies like you do, and what your diaper is for. I'm sure you'll be all right a little longer."

Melissa shook her head. "No... Me..."

"Is it that bad? Come here." 

Melissa stood, obediently toddling over. "Me pee-pee..." she started again, blushing, knowing how stupid she had to sound.

"Yes, I got it," Taylor shook her head, pushing a hand to her diaper. "It doesn't feel that bad... Turn around." Melissa started to obey, only to notice the mischievous look in her sister's eyes. "Melissa, you turn around right now! Or are you hiding something, young lady? What did you do? Did you fill your diaper even more?" Melissa blushed and shook her head. "Then prove it... Turn around!"

Reluctantly, Melissa did as she was told, feeling Taylor pat the now flattened mess in her diaper, before reaching up and grabbing the waistband. Melissa had just enough time to realize what was happening and let out a whimpered, "No!" before Taylor pulled, lifting her up, pulling the damp padding and mushy oatmeal tighter between her legs, forcing her up onto the tiptoes to try, in vain, to escape the wedgie.

"Hmm, you don't seem any messier," Taylor conceded, letting her down, smirking as she watched her sister blush and rub her bottom through the diaper. "What's the matter? Go on, sweetie, you can tell your big sissy."

If it had been difficult to force herself to use baby talk before, now, after going through that, it was nearly impossible. All she wanted was to tell Taylor she was the older sister, that she wasn't a baby, that she couldn't do that to her... Instead, she stared down at her feet and slowly, painfully squeaked, "Me... pee-pee... potty?"

"Potty?" Taylor giggled. "Oh, you're nowhere near big enough for that, sweetie. Just sit down and color, and don't you worry. Your diaper can handle it. What you should be worrying about is that coloring... You need to get to work, your big sis's friends are going to be here any minute."

Melissa gasped, retreating back to the floor and her crayons. She still had several pages to finish, so, instead of trying to fill every blank completely with color, she began using just scribbles instead, zig-zagging back and forth and ignoring the space in between. It looked much more like something actually colored by a toddler, but it was also a lot quicker.

She jumped whenever she heard a car approaching, her style growing more and more sloppy each time, her increasingly overfull bladder not helping matters, either. She had no idea when that car was going to just keep driving, or when it would be one of Taylor's friends... And Taylor wasn't helping matters. "I'm sure my friends won't mind you sitting with us," she said. "The movie might be kind of scary, but your diaper ought to hold... And, if not, I'll take along a diaper bag, and we can change you in the bathroom. Oh, and you can give each of my friends one of your pictures, to thank them for looking after you. I'm sure they'll love it!"

Finally, Melissa finished up the last picture, handing the book over to Taylor for inspection while she bounced in place anxiously. Once Taylor agreed that she was finished, Melissa hurried for the staircase, then turned back as Taylor yelled, "You'd better clean up your toys, young lady!"

Melissa waddled back to the living room, shoving the crayons back into the box, then heading over to the cabinet, hearing another car approaching the house, this one seeming much louder than any of the others, like it was coming closer. She pushed the coloring book and crayons in, slammed the cabinet door shut, and scurried out of the room just as the doorbell rang, nearly giving her a heart attack, and helping motivate her to move even faster, despite the bulk of the diaper, despite the load of oatmeal.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she shut herself into her room, although she knew even that meant she wasn't completely safe. Taylor could still burst in if she wanted, and there was no way Melissa was going to leave while the girls were there, not even to try to make it to the bathroom. Even so, she would much rather be here than down in the living room, coloring in just her diaper as her sister's friends slowly congregated.

If nothing else, her phone was in her room. With her car under Taylor's control, it was her only link to the outside world... As much as she would have loved to head to the hypnotist's office again, to try to get rid of this thumbsucking, at least, that apparently wasn't going to happen today. Unless, of course, Kasey could help her out...

Unfortunately, a quick, "Are you at work?" text was met, after a few nervous moments, with a, "Yes." She considered trying Kim, but ruled that out, pretty certain that she remembered the other woman telling her she was busy until their dinner date that night. No, it looked like she was going to be stuck here all day... 

"Hey," she wrote to Kasey again after a few moments, as she thought of something that had been nagging at the back of her mind since the night before. "Did your scavenger hunt list have," she paused for a moment, trying to decide what to ask about. Karley had claimed that Melissa's list was fake, but had that just been a lie to make her even more self-conscious? At the moment, she didn't even want to type the word 'diaper', and 'pacifier' wasn't much better, considering her earlier conversations about hypnosis, and its possible - definite, in her case - side effects. Finally, she settled on, "a tiara?"

"No, nothing like that," Kasey replied. "I think everyone's list was different, though. What all did you have?"

Melissa blushed, despite knowing that her friend couldn't see her. "I don't know, I wasn't sure where to even find that," she lied. 

She sighed, squirming on her bed, listening to her sister and her friends downstairs, hoping they'd leave in time for her to make it to the bathroom, and find a way to get her diaper off that would allow her to put it back on without making it obvious, wondering what this meant. Was it Kasey or Karley who was lying? If all the lists were different, then why had Holly told her to get those things? She considered texting Holly to demand an explanation, yet she wasn't sure what to believe, and, if it hadn't been Holly, she'd not only have to do some explaining herself, but also some apologizing. For now, she'd just have to sit there in her room, squirming in her oatmeal-filled diaper, fighting her bladder, sucking her pacifier, and wait.