Finding A Solution (Patreon)

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"Mom, you've gotta be kidding... Right?" Shiloh rolled her eyes, looking down at what was laid out on her bed. There was no way the woman could be serious about this... And yet, there it was, sitting there, mocking her.

"Shi, it's not a big deal," she sighed. "Nobody is going to know except for us, and it'll make things easier for me."

"You're right!" Shiloh crossed her arms. "It isn't a big deal! I told you, Mom, it isn't going to happen again, so there's really no need for..." She gestured towards her bed, nose wrinkling as she turned, saw the thing again. "Those things are for babies, anyway, they're not even going to work on me!" 

"I see no reason why they wouldn't," the older woman shrugged. "You're within the weight range on the package, so I think they ought to fit just fine. If they don't, I have..." 

"Well, they won't!" Shiloh fumed. "I'm not a toddler, I am a grown woman!"

"A grown woman who wet herself last night," her mother reminded her. "And that's okay... I'm not trying to shame you, sweetie, it happens sometimes, and I know you're under a lot of stress right now... I wouldn't have minded if you had just stayed in your bed. I could have gotten your old plastic sheets out, and..."

"I don't need plastic sheets!" Shiloh whined. "I'm in an unfamiliar place, that's all! I'm more used to it today!" She'd just separated from her husband, who had decided he was going to keep their house. With nowhere else to go, Shiloh had moved back in with her mom, and being in her childhood bedroom probably wasn't doing much to help her mental state. 'Unfamiliar' wasn't exactly the right word for it... Perhaps she remembered it too much.

"That's true," her mom admitted, to Shiloh's surprise. "Plastic sheets aren't going to do you any good. For those to work, you have to stay in your bed."

"It's not my fault!" Shiloh told her.

"I didn't say it was," her mother replied soothingly. "But if you're going to be sleepwalking, that means your protection has to travel with you, and this was the best I could come up with. I'm sorry, Shi, I just don't want to have to deal with finding and cleaning up puddles every morning."

The sleepwalking had started much earlier, before the separation; she'd hoped it would go away once that was done with. It still could, although, so far, there was no sign of that. Bedwetting was a whole other thing, and so much worse, especially in conjunction. She couldn't even tell her mom where it happened, to make the search easier - assuming it happened again, which it had for the past three nights, so, like it or not, there was a very good chance. She could take care of the messes herself, but her mom was up earlier than her anyway, so she'd almost definitely be done before Shiloh was out of bed, and discovering her wet underwear.

"Fine," Shiloh huffed. "Whatever." She wasn't going to say it out loud, but her mother did have a point, and she couldn't dispute it. The woman was right about the things fitting her, too, which made Shiloh feel even sillier, looking at herself in the childish Pull-Up, knowing these were designed for people far younger than her, ones still struggling with their potty training... Yet, here it was, around her waist, like it was meant to be there. 

To add insult to injury, the pajamas she'd brought with her had all been peed in, and were awaiting the laundry, so she had to rely on her old PJs. Of the ones that still fit, the best option was a set adorned with Hello Kitty, which did nothing to make her feel more mature. "This is so dumb!" she complained, when her mother came back in to check on her. "I look like a toddler!"

"No, you don't," her mom assured her. "But you've been acting like one about this, so I found a little something up in the attic while you were getting changed." 

Shiloh gaped at her mother in disbelief, seeing what was in her hands. "Very funny," she sniffed.

"You always sleep better when you have something to drink right before," the woman held her hand up. "Maybe, if you have this, you'll stay in bed."

"Fine!" Shiloh ripped it out of her hands, lying down on the floor. "Is this what you want?" She hesitated a moment, then popped the nipple of the baby bottle into her mouth, starting to suck down the juice. "Look at me, I'm a little baby!" 

Her mother sighed, shook her head. "You're just proving my point for me," she said, as Shiloh pretended to play with her feet. Her mother couldn't help but wonder if she'd noticed, behind her, the things she'd bought as a back-up, in case the Pull-Ups didn't fit... Or, if they weren't good enough. She had a feeling the girl wasn't going to be happy about them when she did see them... She already wasn't, though, so what difference did it make?

The Pull-Ups had fit, of course, with no issue; Shiloh, it turned out, did have a point about them being meant for toddlers. As small as she was, her bladder was much bigger than that of the garment's intended user, and she woke up the next morning with her Hello Kitty PJ pants soaked.

She almost went to her mother to say, 'I told you so!' until she woke up a little more, and fully processed how humiliating this was. She was wearing training pants, and pajamas meant for a little kid - for her as a kid, in fact - and she'd peed through both of them... And, considering that her bedroom door was open, where she'd left it closed when she went to bed, chances were pretty good she'd been up and roaming again in her sleep. 

Instead, she washed herself up, got dressed for the day, and sheepishly went to the kitchen for some coffee. "It was an improvement," her mother said. "The puddle wasn't as big, anyway." 

"Not now," Shiloh groaned. "I don't wanna hear about puddles yet."

But she couldn't hide from it forever, and, when she went to get ready for bed that night, something even worse than the night before was waiting for her. "Mom!" she shouted, only to find that her mother had followed her in, clearly ready for the battle that was about to ensue. 

"I'm not wearing it," Shiloh told her. "No way!"

"Shiloh..." her mother started. 

"No!" Shiloh stomped her foot. "Mom, this is insane! I don't need a diaper!"

She was no match for the woman, however, and, by the time she went to bed, she was taped into one anyway, pouting and sulking all the while. It felt so big and bulky between her legs, and crinkled so loud with her every movement, she had to take it off, after her mother was out of the room... Which, obviously, was a pretty major issue the next morning.

"I-I must have done it in my sleep!" she claimed, when her very unhappy mother came in to wake her up. "I-I can't help that!"

Her mom seemed to accept that answer... Until Shiloh got to her room that night, and found not just another diaper and nightshirt sitting on the bed, but a much bigger transformation. "What the hell is this?!" she demanded, looking around at the high chair, and all the baby toys strewn around the room. 

"You have been acting like a baby about this whole thing," her mother said. "So I thought I'd bring some more stuff down from the attic to help demonstrate that."

"I'm only acting this way because that's how you're treating me!" Shiloh whined. "I'm not a little kid anymore, I don't need to wear...!"

"I know you aren't," her mom took a deep breath. "A child might actually listen when I tried to explain how just wearing a diaper would make things ten times easier on her mother... And, if you were a child, I would have had you over my knee already for your attitude these past few days. In fact... I think that's a good idea."

"You wouldn't dare!" Shiloh squealed, a split second before she was yanked over her mother's lap. "Mom, no!" 

But, to her horror, her pants and panties were slid down, and she was given a bare bottom spanking for the first time in years... Possibly decades. She was blubbering in no time, and hadn't stopped after her mother was satisfied, and started to get her into her diaper and nightshirt... Although, once it was on, Shiloh realized that wasn't what it was at all, as it was drawn up between her legs and snapped into place.

"This should keep you from getting your diaper off 'in your sleep,'" the woman said, her tone making it clear what she thought of the girl's excuse from that morning. "Now, I think you should sit in the corner a few minutes to think about your behavior lately..."

"B-But Mom..." Shiloh started to sniffle, rubbing her still throbbing backside through the diaper's padding, staring over at the corner, imagining actually being put in time-out at her age, hardly able to think of anything more mortifying to cap this evening off... 

Then her mother pushed a pacifier into her mouth. "No," she told her simply.  "I've heard enough excuses out of you... Go to the corner, now."

As much as she hated it, the diaper did do the trick. Waking up, bottom still sore, paci in her mouth, and diaper soaked, Shiloh felt more like a baby than she probably had as an actual infant, but there were no puddles, nothing for her mother to clean up.

"D-Does this mean we have to do that every night?" Shiloh asked bashfully, once she was out of the shower, and into her big girl panties and clothes. 

"Hopefully I won't have to spank you every night," her mother replied. "But if I have to, I will. Otherwise, until you stop wetting the bed, it seems to work, so I suppose so."

Shiloh wanted to complain; she knew what that got her now, though, and it was keeping her from being able to sit still comfortably as she ate her breakfast, so she kept her mouth shut. The idea of spending every night for the foreseeable future in diapers, however, was not something she was ready to accept that easily.

What could she do about it? Her mother had bought her onesies and sleepers, things that kept her from being able to pretend she had 'accidentally' slipped out of her diaper in the night. She could maybe try to wake up early, change herself, but her mom was bound to notice the diaper supply was dwindling twice as fast as it should, and the diaper pail was still fitting up just as quick. Plus, that required her to reliably wake up before the woman, every day, which wasn't going to happen.

What she could do instead, on the other hand, was ensure she stayed up later than her. It had happened most of the time anyway, even before she had the bulk of a diaper around her waist to try to get comfortable in. Once the woman was asleep, she had the run of the house, so that she could... What? What could she do to prove she didn't need to wear diapers every night?

That had her stumped for a while, and, even after she came up with a solution, it was a couple more days before she decided to give it a try, because it was the exact opposite of what she would have preferred. This made it seem like her problem was getting worse, not better... But maybe it would do the trick. 

"Oh, no!" she said the next morning, toddling out to the kitchen without changing, voluntarily appearing before her mother in her wet diaper - though it was hidden beneath her footed sleeper, at least - for the first time. "I think we might have a problem..."

It had dried a bit overnight, so she'd had to stop into the bathroom a refresh it - though, luckily, the wet spot she'd left on the floor had lasted a little better - but, after that, it was 'clear' that she'd leaked through her diaper, and sleeper. 

She got better at finding the right amount of water for whatever she was sleeping in, so that, even if her mom checked in on her while she was asleep, she'd see it there, and, luckily, if her mother realized it was apple juice she was hiding around the house instead of urine, she didn't say anything. 

Shiloh hadn't seen her response coming, however, after a few days. "Obviously, a single diaper isn't enough for you," she said. "So we'll double you up."

That did make it more difficult, both in terms of making it believable that she could have soaked through them, and just getting around, and falling asleep, with twice as much padding to deal with. The puddles had to be smaller, but she didn't let up, trying to prove that the diapers simply weren't enough, so there was no point in bothering with them. Surely it would be better to have a bigger puddle, so at least it would be easier to find.

To her surprise, her mother still had one trick up her sleeve, one Shiloh never saw coming. "W-Wait!" she gasped, walking into her room, ready to get put into a pair of diapers... But not for what she saw waiting for her. "Where's my bed?!"

"I'm not sure why I didn't think of this earlier," her mother smiled. "You're just barely leaking lately, and, with a plastic sheet, it wouldn't be a big deal, if you would stay in bed... So, I found a way to make sure you did."

"Mom, no!" Shiloh shook her head, nibbling on her bottom lip, almost craving the pacifier she knew she'd be getting in a few minutes. "I-I don't need a crib! The rest of my room already looks like a nursery, a-and if you take away my bed...!"

There was no way anyone could look at this place and think anyone other than a toddler lived here. And, now that a crib was sitting there, instead of her bed, it only sealed the deal, though the giant stuffed animals, and constantly full diaper pail, and stacks of diapers, would already have done that, really. The crib was just the cherry on top.

"Are you complaining?" her mom asked. Shiloh heard the tone in her voice, knew what the right answer was, but couldn't help herself, stomping her feet, crying, begging... And, ultimately, ending up spanking, diapered, and tucked into her crib anyway.

Shiloh sucked away on her pacifier, staring out between the bars, wondering if it was worth it to try to work out how to lower the side of the crib to make it look like her diaper had leaked or not. If she did, there was a chance she wouldn't be able to get it back up, and her mom would be mad at her for getting out of the crib... If not, her mother might realize the leaking had stopped at the same time that she started sleeping in the crib, without easy access to a sink, and put two and two together, if she hadn't already done so.

There had to be something else she could do, Shiloh thought, nursing harder on her paci, squirming on her sore, crinkly bottom. There had to be some way she could get herself out of this... Even if everything she'd done so far had only made it worse. Staring up at the bars, however, knowing she couldn't realistically pretend she'd gotten them down in her sleep, when she wasn't certain she could do it from inside the crib while she was awake, she couldn't help thinking that this was the end of the line, that her mother had finally figured out how to solve her dual problems of sleepwalking and bedwetting... It was just too bad for Shiloh that the answer was to turn her, functionally, into an overgrown toddler every night.