The Reunion - Chapter 9 (Patreon)

Melissa growled behind her pacifier, tugging at her diaper futilely, an angry blush slowly working its way across her face. Finally, Taylor and her dumb friends had left, and yet, after a frenzied 'run' - it was more like a slightly accelerated toddle - to the bathroom, feeling like her bladder was about to explode, she was still stuck.

"Come on, you stupid thing!" she fumed. The toilet was right there, right in front of her... But the packing tape around her diaper refused to budge, and was too tight for her to just slip the whole thing down, like a pair of thick, infantile panties. Part of her wondered why she'd even bothered putting herself through all the misery of holding her pee for so long, at least until she realized what she was thinking. She certainly didn't want to intentionally wet herself if she didn't have to... There had to be another way.

It was hard to think about going downstairs like this again - it had been difficult enough just stepping out of her room - despite knowing that she was the only one there. Part of her worried Taylor had set some kind of trap for her, sent her friends along without her, or maybe left one of them here... She knew she was probably being paranoid, but that wouldn't keep her from being embarrassed if she turned out to be right.

The only plan she could come up with, however, required scissors, and she didn't think she had any in her room. She hadn't noticed any in her desk while she'd been looking for her ashtray, and she had a very vague memory of taking them with her when she went to college, so they were probably buried somewhere in one of the junk drawers of her new place. Taylor might still have a pair in her room, yet, despite how much she wanted to go raid the girl's room while she wasn't there, like Taylor used to do to her, she didn't know for sure.

She knew her mother had a pair in one of the kitchen drawers, downstairs, so that was her best bet. Bracing herself for the worst - just in case - she shuffled downstairs, stopping midway down the steps to press a hand to her diaper, whimpering as she struggled to control herself. Her hand did almost nothing, since her diaper was too thick to really feel it, but she managed to hold it anyway... Mostly. She was pretty sure a little slipped out, making her grateful for the massive padding of the diaper. With all the oatmeal already in the thing, it was hard to tell if it had gotten a little more moist or not.

Finally, she reached the kitchen, scrambling across the tiled floor to the drawer she was so used to going to whenever she wanted to cut something when she was working on a craft downstairs, or her mother asked her to fetch them for her. Briefly, she worried that her mom had changed their location since she'd moved out, or that Taylor had thought ahead and hidden them elsewhere, but, as soon as she opened the drawer, there they were.

She did, however, have another problem, even once she had them. What, exactly, was she going to do with them? Obviously, she could cut through the sides of the diaper, and get it off that way... If she did that, however, it would be very obvious, right away, what she'd done. She could rewrap herself with packing tape, but Taylor was bound to see the damage she'd done if she helped Melissa out of her diaper when she got back.

There was no way to get the scissors in between the tape and the diaper, either, though she did try a couple times... It was wrapped too tight, basically bonded to the plastic shell now. It was too bad, too; since she'd worn the diaper before, the actual tapes on the diaper were weak, so getting them off would have been simple. There were so many things about this that should have been easy... And yet, here she was, foiled again.

What else could she do? She couldn't slide out of the diaper, couldn't cut it off without destroying it... What else was there? She was quickly running out of time to figure it out... She'd been so close with the scissors, she hated that it wouldn't work. Or... Would it? She'd definitely ruin this diaper, but was that such a bad thing? If she did that, she could go without a diaper until Taylor returned, then put a new one on, wrap some tape around it, and she'd be none the wiser!

Of course, to solidify the lie, she'd have to make another batch of oatmeal and add that to her diaper, too, and if it was too warm, she ran the risk of Taylor noticing and figuring it out, so she might have to put the diaper on a little earlier than that... And, also, re-wash the pan she made the oatmeal in, or Taylor could see that, as well. Still, any time not trapped in this thick, mushy diaper was a big plus.

On the other hand, Taylor had never told her how long she planned on being gone, or which movie they were going to see, to allow Melissa to make an educated guess. She had at least an hour and a half, sure, but was that it? Were they going to eat, too? Without a concrete return time, she'd have to guess at when to start making the oatmeal, and if she guessed wrong, and Taylor walked in on her trying to fake it...

She shivered, imagining turning around to see Taylor there, standing in the kitchen door, staring at her disapprovingly, tapping the hairbrush against her palm. She whimpered, fear washing over her again... And then, something else.

"No!" she squealed, shoving her hand against her crotch again, but this time, she could feel the warmth oozing through the oatmeal, soaking into the padding beneath her fingers, spreading through the diaper. There was no stopping it this time... She'd waited too long, and now she was soaking herself, all control flying out the window.

She sucked harder and harder on her pacifier, unable to believe what was happening. She'd had a few little accidents, sure - more than usual, definitely, but generally not too bad - and she had, somehow, wet her bed... This was in a whole different league. She was straight up going to the bathroom in her diaper now, and there was no stopping it. 

With the oatmeal that was already in there, she looked, and felt, like a toddler who had thoroughly used her diaper, and had to wait for her big sister to come back and change her, because she was too stupid to figure out how to do it on her own. She knew the pacifier planted firmly in her mouth didn't help matters, but it was the only thing getting her through this at the moment.

The worst part of all was knowing that it was the mere thought of Taylor, her little sister, that had made her have the accident. She'd spent so much time when they were younger making fun of her, bossing her around, babysitting her... Now, she was so scared of getting punished by her, she was not only keeping this ridiculous, full diaper on, she'd also thoroughly wet it.

This was not acceptable... She had to fix this. But how? It all seemed to have started with that stupid hypnotist... All she'd wanted was to stop smoking, and, somehow, she'd been turned into some timid, thumbsucking, diaper-wetting toddler! If Taylor hadn't taken her car, she would have gone and staked out the woman's office... Instead, she was stuck here, just as much as she was stuck in her diaper.

She knew she had to do something, though, so she made her way back upstairs, nose crinkling as she took the steps, the newly re-warmed mess in her pants squishing between her legs with each step, and grabbed her phone. She'd left several messages the day before, none of which had been answered, but after what had just happened, she knew she had to try again.

To her surprise, somebody actually answered the phone this time, and, immediately, her anger dissipated. Talking to voicemail was one thing... Hearing someone on the other end was something else entirely. "Hello?" the voice repeated after Melissa sat there, blushing, for a moment, flustered. Only then did she recognize the voice as belonging to the receptionist.

"H-Hi," she finally spoke up. Suddenly, for some reason, she felt very aware of the fact that she still hadn't put another shirt on, so she was sitting there in just her diaper. She knew the woman couldn't see her, and yet, she still felt herself blushing at the thought that, somehow, she knew. "I, um... I... I was in there, and I was hypnotized, and..."

"Hold on," the woman replied. "Just slow down, sweetie... I'm having a hard time understanding you."

Speed was hardly her only problem... It was only then that Melissa thought to take the pacifier out of her mouth, which she was sure helped the woman understand her, though it didn't help Melissa's confidence at all, nor did the way she'd been called 'sweetie', as if she really were some silly little kid.

"I-I was in there before, and... umm... I-I got hypnotized, and..."

"Yes, that's what we do here," the receptionist replied after a long pause, while Melissa tried to bring herself to admit the rest.

"I-I need to see her again," Melissa finally said. "T-Tyler. I-I think she messed up, and..."

"Oh, no, what happened?" the receptionist asked.

"Umm..." Melissa fidgeted, not wanting to admit anything out loud. "I just... It's..."

"Honey, if you don't tell me, I can't help you," the woman said. Melissa could practically hear her eyes roll over the phone.

"I-I was supposed to stop smoking..." Melissa started to explain.

"Oh, is this Melissa?" Melissa shrank back on her bed, the thought that this person knew exactly who she was making it all the more difficult to tell the truth. "Sometimes it takes more than one session," the receptionist told her. "Just because it didn't work the first time doesn't mean anything is wrong."

Melissa shook her head, then remembered the woman couldn't see her. "No, i-it did work, but... I, umm... I started sucking my thumb instead."

"Ah, well, that happens sometimes, too," the woman responded. "Just give it a couple days, and you should..."

"No!" Melissa cut in, surprising herself. "It isn't just that!"

"All right, then what is it?" the receptionist was starting to sound annoyed now, which scared Melissa even more. She didn't want to make a grown-up mad at her... 

"I... I-I... Well... I..." She also didn't want to say anything more out loud.

"Melissa, you can either tell me, or I can assume you're wasting my time," the receptionist told her sternly.

"I wet myself!" Melissa blurted out, cheeks burning bright red. "I-I mean... I've been having these accidents, a-and..."

"Oh, I see." It was hard to tell for sure, but Melissa was sure she heard the woman smiling, maybe even fighting to hold back laughter. "I'm not sure how that could have happened from an anti-smoking session... Are you sure you don't have a medical problem?"

"N-No..." Melissa admitted. It didn't seem likely - physically, she felt fine, and she hadn't been sick when she came here. 

"Then why do you think this is Tyler's fault?" the woman asked. "Just because Tyler has a gift you don't completely understand doesn't mean you can blame all your problems on her."

"I-I guess..." Melissa nodded. But, if it wasn't the hypnotist's fault, then... What was it? Why had she suddenly started acting like this? She wasn't a baby, or even a little girl... She was an adult...

"I'll tell you what," the receptionist sighed. "I have an opening in a two hours, if you'd like to come talk to her about it. Does that work?"

Melissa genuinely didn't know, for several reasons. If she was having this much trouble talking to someone over the phone, how hard would it be to do it in person? And, on a more practical level, would Taylor be home by then so that Melissa could use her own car? She had no idea. Even if she was back, would she let Melissa leave early?

"Melissa? Are you still there?"

"S-Sorry!" she squeaked, not having realized how long she'd been silent. "I-Is there anything tomorrow?"

The receptionist sighed again. "Let me look..." Normally, Melissa might have gotten annoyed herself, pointed out that this was the woman's job... Instead, she had to hold herself back from apologizing. "Not at the moment, but I can give you a call if something opens up."

"Okay, thank you," Melissa replied, starting to hang up.

"Wait!" the woman called. "Are you coming in today or not?!"

"Oh," Melissa blushed. "Umm... I'll try."

It would, of course, be better to take care of this sooner, rather than later, if that was at all possible. After all, she had her dinner with Kimberly tonight, and she would rather have all of this behind her by then... She wasn't even sure if she wanted to do it if not, although it would at least be an excuse to get out of the house, and away from Taylor. 

After the huge accident she'd just had in her pants, though, would Taylor make her wear a diaper out? Melissa started to suck on her thumb before remembering the pacifier, popping that back into her mouth instead as she fidgeted and fretted. Taylor had seemed pretty adamant that she didn't want Melissa to use the potty - or, rather, the toilet - so she had to expect this... Right? It wasn't really Melissa's fault... She couldn't be mad at her for this...

But would it be better to wear a diaper anyway? Even if this last time didn't really count, there had been several, smaller accidents. The last thing she wanted to do was have one of those in front of Kim... Although, whether that was better than wearing a diaper, she wasn't sure. To be fair, though, the other accidents really hadn't been that bad, so maybe, as long as she was careful, she'd be fine... Besides, Taylor wouldn't be there, and, hopefully, when she was away from that girl, she wouldn't feel so scared, and her bladder would work a little more normally.

Either way, if Taylor got back in time for her to see the hypnotist, hopefully this would all be solved anyway. She'd feel much more confident about heading to the restaurant, knowing whatever Tyler had done to her had been reversed, and there was no risk of her peeing her pants... Unless, of course, the receptionist was right, and this had nothing to do with her hypnosis. But what else could it be? She was an adult... Grown-ups her age didn't just randomly start wetting themselves for no reason.

No, all she had to do was make it to the office, and she'd be fine. She looked down at her phone, wondering if she should just hope that Taylor's movie would end, and the girl would return and send her friends back home, in time for her to get to the hypnotist. There was a good chance it would work out... And, also, a good chance it wouldn't. 

"Hey, when are you planning on being back?" she texted, trying to sound casual. When she got no reply after fifteen minutes, she sent it again.

She paced nervously around her room, not wanting to go downstairs, even if the TV was there, afraid of the windows lining the front of the house, despite knowing she'd left the curtains drawn. At least up here, she felt safe, even if there was very little to keep her occupied, other than checking her phone every few seconds, in case a text had come in and her phone had, for some reason, failed to notify her.

Maybe, she reasoned, there was no answer because Taylor was already in the movie, in which case, surely it would be over well before the appointment. That made her feel better, for a little while, but even then, she would rather know that for certain, instead of simply assuming it. 

"Can I get an ETA on you coming home?" she texted. This early in the day, there was a pretty good chance Taylor and her friends were the only people at the movie, so she wouldn't have been surprised if Taylor checked her phone during it... She'd seen the girl do it when they weren't alone in the theater, and, most likely, they were sitting in the back row anyway, so the light wouldn't bother anyone else...

There was still no answer. She was starting to get more and more antsy, cooped up in her room in her full diaper, checking back in on that first message every now and then, watching her phone tell her how long ago it had been, telling herself it was definitely long enough for a movie to have ended by now...

"Taylor, I need to use my car," she sent, finally, after writing out a few, less friendly, drafts. It was much easier to be brave when she didn't have to see her sister, but she knew she'd eventually regret it if she was too forceful. "Can you at least tell me when you're planning on getting back here?"

Eventually, she wound up getting bored, and hungry, and made herself go downstairs to fix herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She wasn't an amazing chef, although she was certainly capable of more than that... She just didn't want to spend too much time on ground level, away from the shelter of her room, just in case Taylor got back, and brought her friends inside.

While she was down there, she happened to think the check the washing machine, and, sure enough, Taylor had put her wet bedding in there while Melissa had been coloring on the living room floor. She switched it over to the dryer before heading up to her room again, boredly bouncing on her bare mattress, sending a couple more messages to Taylor while she waited, watching time tick past, getting closer and closer to her appointment.

Faintly, she heard the dryer buzz that it had finished, and she bustled downstairs, dragging the basket back up to her room, glad that she was going to be able to get her bed made before anyone else got home. At first, she regretted it, the warm blankets and sheets making it harder to get comfortable on her bed when it was already so hot outside. Even though it was the only thing she was wearing, her diaper was feeling quite toasty, too... All of it, combined, should have been too much, but after a few moments of squirming around, she felt her eyelids begin to get heavy, and, before she knew it, she'd fallen fast asleep.

"Aww, isn't that sweet?" 

She woke up to the sound, and then sight, of Taylor, standing in her doorway, hands on her hips. "I'm glad you realized you needed to take a nap," she said. "I just wish you would have done it earlier, instead of constantly pestering me."

Melissa sat up, blinking, her mind requiring a few seconds to remind her of what had happened before she'd drifted off. "I-It's my car," she pointed out, her confidence dripping away almost before she'd started speaking. "I should be allowed to..."

"No," Taylor shook her head. "I'm the big sister, remember? I get to decide when, and if, you get to use the car. I'm the one in charge here, and you're just the baby, sucking your paci, taking a nap in the middle of the day in your soaked Pampers."

Melissa blushed, squirming. Were her diapers even wetter than before? Had she wet herself in her sleep again? They'd been so wet before, it was hard to tell... "O-Okay," she nodded, glancing at her clock amd hopping to her feet. "C-Can I go now, though? I think there's still time, and..."

"We'll see about that," Taylor said. "I clearly still need to remind you of your place... All those texts were annoying, sure, but I expect that from a little sister... They also sounded an awful lot like you were trying to tell me what to do, and that is not acceptable, is it?"

"No," Melissa shook her head, choking back an exasperated sigh. "I'll do better, okay?"

"Oh, I know you will," Taylor smiled, lifting one of her arms, revealing the hairbrush she was holding. Melissa's eyes widened, and, a moment later, she felt something warm trickling down her thighs, glancing down to realize she was not only wetting herself again, she was leaking. "I'm going to make sure that lesson really sinks in this time," her sister grinned. "And, if you can convince me you've actually learned it, then maybe you'll get to go out with your friend tonight... Maybe."