Cousins - Part 3 (Patreon)

The original commissioner of this series decided to request a continuation of it. It doesn't look like it will be winning the Community Caption poll, since it is also an option there, but if it does, I can do a part four, or do the second place one, instead... We'll see how it goes, if it somehow winds up coming to that. Picture property of ABHunnies.

If Crystal thought lying on her younger cousin's bed and messing her diaper while her two youngest cousins watched was humiliating - and she most certainly did - it was nothing compared to shuffling out to meet her aunt, still in that diaper, terrified the woman would notice, and recognize, the smell of her accident. She nervously tugged at the short skirt of her Santa dress, unsure how much her diaper was sagging, either, since she used her diapers for this so rarely, although it definitely felt, with as much was in there, that it should be hanging much lower than it had been before.

Of course, the smell was probably the bigger threat, but there was much less she could do about it, other than stay on the far side of the living room when she peeked in. "Hey," she waved, blushing already, as if the woman could tell, purely from the look on Crystal's face, what had happened in Sara's room.

"Oh, hi, there!" her aunt smiled. "I'm sorry, dear, I didn't know you were still here."

"Sorry," Crystal fidgeted. "I was in Sara's room, and lost track of the time..."

"No, no, it's fine," the other woman told her. "It's nice to see you spending time with your cousins again."

"Yeah," Crystal forced a smile. "Speaking of that, do you mind if they come over to my place, instead, for their sleepover? I'd love to spend more time with them..." Crystal was too afraid the girls might be spying on her not to ask, or to try and persuade her aunt to say no. "My cat is sick, though, and I don't want to leave him alone too long..." She didn't have a cat, but, in the moment, it was the best excuse she could come up with for why she wanted them all to drive all the way to her house.

"Well, if you don't mind," her aunt told her, shrugging. "It's all right with me, as long as you drive. I still don't like her driving too much when it's dark... And I'm sure you'll have more fun all riding together anyway."

"Yeah," Crystal's smile took a bit more effort to hold, "I bet you're right."

Either her cousins had a lot of confidence in her, or she'd been right to assume they were listening in, because they already had their things packed and ready to go. "I-I really only mentioned tonight," she claimed, seeing the size of the suitcase Sara was lugging, although technically she hadn't even said that. "I don't know if you can stay the whole next week..."

"We'll talk to them tomorrow," Rachel shrugged. "We always do this... The week between Christmas and New Year's is our week... And now, yours," she tapped Crystal on the nose. 

"Yeah," Crystal grumbled. 

"Oh, don't be like that," Rachel swatted her on the bottom, making the girl yelp as the mushy mess in her pants was squished against her bottom. "We're going to have a blast! Now, come on, let's get going... It's going to be past your bedtime by the time we get there."

"Wait!" Crystal whined, squirming in place. "C-Can't I change my diaper first?"

"What?" Sara giggled. "No! Don't be silly! I can't just leave a used diaper in the trash here!"

She had a good point, really, no matter how much Crystal hated it.... And she definitely did, every step of the way to the front door, feeling the mass in her diaper shift, being stopped by her aunt and uncle so she could hug her - and see the woman's nose twitch - and shake his hand awkwardly before rushing outside. She hesitated at the car door, then, with a sigh, opened it up and slid in.

Rachel took shotgun, of course, and, when Crystal sat there for a long minute or two, red-faced at the sensation of truly sitting in her own dirty diaper for the first time since she was a toddler, she reached over and buckled the older girl's seatbelt for her. "Come on," she urged. "If we stay here too long, they're going to come out and check on us."

Crystal nodded, dazed, gasping as she shifted her weight to reach out and close her door, then again when she leaned forward to put her key into the ignition, each movement reminding her anew of the humiliating thing she'd done, something even her two youngest cousins were too mature to have done in over a decade. She hadn't done it by choice, of course... But, once the suppository had hit, she hadn't been able to stop it. She'd felt like a helpless little baby, and every time she moved, and felt the mess again, that feeling washed over her again. That was what she wanted, wasn't it? Why she liked diapers in the first place? Only, it was so much more intense than anything else she'd ever done, on her own...

"Pull in here," Rachel ordered at the first gas station they approached. Crystal was glad to oblige; it was hard to concentrate on driving in her current state. Hopefully, they saw that, and were going to let her change here... Even if they were just tired of smelling her, and let her change, that was fine, too, so long as she got a fresh diaper.

"Where are you going?" Rachel demanded as Crystal headed for the front door. "You're going in the back seat... Sara, you're up front. Give me the keys."

She held out her hand expectantly, while Crystal sulkily walked back over to her. She hadn't grabbed a fresh diaper for herself, anyway, so it wasn't like she had anything to change into. "C-Can't I just..." she wiggled, not wanting to say it out loud, not out in the parking lot.

"If you can't even ask for it, then no," Rachel snatched the key away. "You need to get used to it, young lady... Things are going to be very different for you for the next week..."

"C-Can I please have a d-diaper change?" Crystal asked quietly, desperately.

"Too late," Rachel opened the back door for her. "Let's go... Or do you want another spanking right now?"

Crystal slid into the back seat of her own car, wincing as she sat to sit again, Rachel buckling her in, then getting into the driver's seat herself, already going on about the rules she and Sara - although Rachel suspected mostly her - had come up with for her, how they were going to pick out clothes for her every day, and make sure she only played with and watched things appropriate for a toddler, how she'd drink only from bottles, how they'd packed along some of Sara's old plastic sheets for her bed so she wouldn't leak, how they'd made sure to bring along her suppositories, because she was required to mess at least one diaper a day, and spend some time in it, until they were ready to change her, like the baby she was...

Crystal squirmed in the back seat, in her full diaper, listening to all of it, imagining how the week was going to go, how these two kids she'd used to punish like babies whenever she had the chance were about to spend the whole time babysitting her, treating her like even more of a toddler than she liked to pretend she was when she was all alone... On one hand, she wished she hadn't bragged so much about how her office was shut down the whole week, and she had no plans, nothing to do, that whole time... On the other, whether she'd ever admit it or not, this might be the best Christmas present she got that year... Or any other.