How Bad Could It Be? - Part 3 (Patreon)

Of course, standing in front of bed, wearing a quite obviously wet diaper, was not the best position to be in, to try to convince anyone that you aren't a bedwetter... Sophie's lack of a logical explanation for why she had a diaper big enough to fit her in the first place - knowing that claiming 'magic' would only make her look more silly and childish - was the final nail in the coffin.

Her mother was understanding enough, telling her it was okay, and nothing to be ashamed of, even at her age. "I don't want you to be embarrassed about wearing your diapers around me or your dad, if you need them," her mother said. 

"O-Okay," Sophie blushed, not wanting to think about that. "I-I think it's clearing up, though..." Her mother didn't even have to say anything, just look down at her daughter's soaked diaper. 

Sophie let out a sigh of relief when her mom finally left, letting her shorts fall back to her feet and kicking them off, tearing off the tapes of her diaper and letting it follow suit. She'd pick it up and throw it away in the bathroom once she had her real panties on again, and could walk like a normal adult. She didn't even pay attention to which pair of panties she grabbed, knowing that anything would be better than what she'd just worn... But, as soon as she'd pulled them up her legs and they snapped into place, it happened again.

This time, she could see, as well as feel, the transformation, watching the fabric expand and shift, turning into plastic and fluff, becoming another diaper. It was just as big as the last one, though the design on it was different - but still quite childish - and she knew she'd have just as much trouble putting anything on over it.

By now, she knew what would happen, yet it was all so strange and unbelievable that she couldn't stop herself from trying anyway. She reached down, grabbed for the tapes to yank them off, ready to discard this diaper, too, to try one more pair of panties... But, they wouldn't budge. She frowned, bending over, trying to get a better look, and, as far as she could tell, she had a good grip on the tape, should have been able to just tug it off...

She couldn't. She turned to the diaper on the floor, her stomach churning as she thought about what the difference between these two diapers was, and what that could mean... Did she actually have to use her diaper to be able to take it back off? Had none of her struggle even mattered in the first place? If she had just run to the bathroom and ripped her shorts off, would she still have had to wet herself anyway?

That definitely seemed to be the case... Shamefully, she'd waddled to the bathroom in her PJ shirt and diaper to throw away the old one, then retreated back to her room to toss and turn, and try to sleep with the huge diaper between her legs, a constant distraction. She hid in her bed until, finally, she heard her parents leave for work the next day, and, by then, her bladder was bursting again. She tried the tapes another few times, to be sure, then gave in and wet herself again, and, as soon as she was done, the tapes came right off.

She sent a text to Lily's mother, saying she wasn't feeling well and couldn't show up that day, only to almost immediately receive a call, asking why she hadn't said anything sooner, that she didn't have time to find anyone else, that Sophie had seemed perfectly fine the night before... Guiltily, Sophie gave in, telling the woman she'd try to come in and see how it went. She took a shower, returned to her room... And, without thinking, started to get dressed.

It wasn't until her undies began to change again that she realized her mistake. She was just so used to pulling them on after a shower, she hadn't even considered skipping them - not that it would have been appropriate to do so when on her way to a babysitting job - and now, she was stuck. She tried to convince her body to go again, to wet just enough to be able to take them off, but her bladder was empty.

The diaper was so massive, there was no way any of her pants were going to fit over it, and, sure enough, the few pairs she tried all failed miserably. She had a few dresses, all far too fancy to wear to work without raising suspicion, and some skirts that were too tight to do the job, either... Finally, she had to settle for one of her old school uniform skirts, one she'd shortened, and that she'd grown out of afterwards, that she found in the back of her closet. It seemed to fit, and, while she worried about the length, it was, seemingly, her only real option. How short could it really be, anyway? It would probably be fine...

She was going to have to go out and buy herself some new clothes once Lily's mother was back home, something to hide these diapers better... She threw a couple pairs of panties into an old backpack, along with her laptop, to do some research on how to reverse this wish, and prepared to head out, feeling like a little girl, on her way to school again, sure that, if she had gone to school like this, and anyone had found out, there would be no end to the bullying. 

At least there was no way Lily's mom would be able to tell, she thought. She was running so late, the woman would surely not have a chance to notice - if the diaper really was as well hidden as Sophie hoped - and Sophie would excuse herself and leave as soon as possible once she got home from work. Sophie had no idea how she would react if the girl she trusted to take care of her bedwetting daughter showed up in diapers herself, but it probably wouldn't be good... She just had to trust that her skirt really was long enough to do what she needed, or things might, somehow, get even worse for her...