The Sleeper (Patreon)

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"Oh, shoot," Apple cringed as she pulled the sleeper out of the dryer. How could this have happened?! Nervously, she checked the tag, wincing as she saw the dreaded 'Do Not Tumble Dry' warning on it. Obviously, she should have looked at that before putting it in the dryer... She'd even, briefly, considered it, since she'd always thought the sleeper looked so fuzzy and warm, like the sort of thing that wasn't meant to be put in the dryer, but she'd been in such a hurry, she'd simply assumed it would be all right.

It wasn't, although in a way she never would have expected. She'd heard of clothes shrinking, but this was just the opposite... They'd grown, big enough that she could probably fit into them herself, if she wanted! It didn't even seem like it was even possible, yet, here it was, in her hands. Part of her wanted to tell someone, to see if they'd ever had anything like that happen to them.

The rest of her, however, was too embarrassed. This sort of thing always happened to her... Her little sister, Meagan, who she was living with - and looking after her daughter, Emma, whose pajamas the sleeper had been, until Apple ruined them - always teased her, saying she couldn't be a 'proper adult' until she could do household chores without finding some strange, new way to screw them up. It didn't exactly make Apple feel good about herself, since having to live with her sister already kept her from feeling like a grown-up... Among other things. She tried to reason that she was helping out, by taking care of her niece, but she knew Meagan was capable of hiring a sitter.

So, rather than giving Meagan any more ammunition, she hid the sleeper away in the back of her closet, buying a new one for her niece, not talking or thinking about it again, until one chilly night... The room Apple stayed in had been added onto the house later, and the heating didn't always work correctly. She'd only planned on staying through the summer, so she hadn't expected it to be an issue, but she was still here, and the nights were getting rather cold, and she hadn't brought any warm PJs with her. She dug through her closet, shivering, until she came across the sleeper. She blushed, remembering how she'd gotten it, then another time as she considered putting it on. It was so babyish - unsurprisingly, since it had been made for a two year old - and she already felt childish enough every night, from the Goodnite she had to wear, for her occasional bedwetting issue, even into her twenties...

Finally, she gave in, climbing into the sleeper, immediately feeling more comfortable, even before she had it all zipped up. She knew she must look ridiculous, but, as she curled up in bed and fell asleep, she didn't mind too much.

The next morning, however, after rolling out of bed with her usual crinkle, and shuffling off to the bathroom, she definitely did. If she didn't wake up wet - and, thankfully, she hadn't that day, since that only would have added to her humiliation - it was always a race to the bathroom, one she won quite handily that day. The sleeper was going to be more cumbersome to get off, though she felt confident she could manage it in time... Until she actually tried the zipper.

"Come on!" she whined, stomping her foot, the fabric around it keeping it from even making a satisfying stomp. The zipper refused to budge... Was that another consequence of putting it in the dryer?! She thought it had gone on easily enough, but she couldn't remember for sure, since it had been late, and she was desperate to keep from peeing her pants. As much as she didn't want Meagan to see her this way, her younger sister was her only hope to prevent that, so she rushed downstairs to find her.

She found her, nearly running right into her, too busy blushing at first to explain things until after Meagan had already cooed, "Well, don't you look cute?"

"Help me!" Apple pouted, fumbling with the zipper.

Meagan frowned. "What's wrong? You can have your breakfast in that if you want... I was just about to get Emma up. I think she's wearing those same footies! I didn't even know they made them in..." 

"I can't get it off!" Apple interrupted, as quickly as she could manage, not wanting to have to explain how she'd 'found' these.

Meagan rolled her eyes, clearly thinking her sister was over-reacting, as usual. "Just relax and do it slowly... You'll be fine."

"It doesn't work!" Apple insisted.

Meagan sighed, though she didn't seem overly surprised. It was the sort of thing that would only happen to Apple, after all. "Well, it's fine. Just eat your breakfast and do it later, like I said... I'm sure Emma will be delighted that you're..."

"But I need to use the bathroom!" Apple blurted out, face bright red as she fidgeted, bouncing frantically in place. Her cheeks darkened further as Meagan chuckled, finding this amusing, obviously in no real hurry. Did she think this was a joke?! "Pleeeease," Apple groaned.

"All right, all right," Meagan gave in, taking Apple's hand, leading her back to the bathroom, far slower than Apple would have liked, sitting her down on the closed toilet lid. "Let's take a look at this..."

Apple gulped, feeling her body trying to react to the position it was in, not seeming to care about what it was wearing; it was ready to burst, and it knew what sitting on the toilet meant. She tried to stand, but Meagan pushed her back down, snapping, "Do you want this off or not?" Apple stayed quiet, wriggling, as Meagan examined the zipper, gave it an experimental tug... And, instantly, it went down.

"Really?" she raised an eyebrow. "That was too tough for you?" She helped her red-faced sister back up, lifting the lid and gesturing to it. "There you go!"

But Apple didn't budge. She'd even stopped squirming... Meagan was an experienced enough mother to tell what was happening, even while Apple was holding the two sides of her sleeper together, trying to hide the Goodnite beneath that she could feel warming, growing soggy, her bladder having given in already. "Apple?" Meagan asked sternly, the older woman instantly recognizing the tone as the one her sister used with Emma when she was misbehaving.

Apple couldn't respond to that, couldn't even look at her sister, glancing down at her feet as she bashfully chewed on her lower lip. This was utterly mortifying... "Did you wet your diaper instead of going to the potty like a big girl?" Apple trembled, unable to answer, too afraid to open her mouth for fear that she'd just start crying, especially once Meagan pushed aside her hands, exposing the wet Goodnite. "It's okay, sweetie," Meagan told her, gently rubbing her back. "Maybe we should go back to diapers for today. You seem quite upset... It's all right, I promise." 

Apple was hung up on the d-word, however, barely hearing the rest of her sister's words. "W-what?" she sputtered, hoping her little sister was joking.

But Meagan opened the cabinet under the sink, pulling out what looked like an oversized version of one of Emma's diapers. Apple's stomach lurched at the sight, shaking her head. "No," she whined, backing away. She almost wondered if Meagan had put it into the dryer, too, before remembering that, of course, you didn't wash diapers, at least not the disposable ones.

"Hush," Meagan whispered sharply as she began to undress her, "Play along, or I'll tell all your little friends that you're a bedwetter." 

Apple froze for a moment, allowing her sister to slide the sleeper off her shoulders, fully revealing the Goodnite. Why did she have those diapers? Could it be that the sleeper hadn't grown in the dryer, that Meagan had somehow replaced it with a bigger version, to try and cause this very thing?

"I have those most darling outfit for you," Meagan cooed as she taped Apple into the diaper, her voice back to the same, motherly tone as before. "I think I'll put Emma into a matching one, and you'll be twinsies for the day! The skirt is a bit short, so your diaper might bulge out a bit under it... But that's all right. Oh, and Emma is going to be trying her Pull-Ups again today, isn't she? Well, that's fine, too... She's growing up so fast..."

Apple gulped as the diaper was taped snugly around her waist, and she was led into Meagan's bedroom, where she, indeed, produced an outfit just like one Apple, herself, had dressed Emma in several times, with a skirt certainly short enough to display her diaper... But, she had a feeling that was the whole point, that her sister was having trouble letting go of Emma, as she grew up a bit, and she wanted another baby... And, somehow, despite being in her twenties, despite being the older of the two, Apple was becoming that baby.