Gap Year - Chapter 24 (Patreon)

Here's this month's Community Story! Since this is a chapter of an ongoing (though currently paused) story, you will need to read the rest of it for it to make sense, so, if you haven't done that, you can find it here.

Vivien's tune certainly changed the next morning, after she'd quietly given Tessa her breakfast and trudged to Dani's room to face the music. She'd debated doing that first, so that Tessa wouldn't notice that she'd changed clothes, but she was worried about what the girl - her babysitting charge, theoretically, although it no longer felt that way - was going to pick out for her, and she wanted to spend as little time wearing it around Tessa as possible.

"Good morning!" Danielle chirped. "Are you ready to have some fun?"

"No," Vivi sulked.

"Aww," Dani tilted her head. "Are you feeling okay, Vivi?"

Vivien glared at her. "No!" she repeated. "Please, don't make me do this, Dani..."

Dani shrugged coldly, showing no sign of any forthcoming mercy... And, to be fair, Vivi couldn't exactly blame her. She knew, if their situations were reversed, she wouldn't give up this chance, either. "I'm not making you do anything," Dani reminded her. "You're choosing to let me do it because you don't want your parents to see that note from Miss Katie. If you changed your mind about that..."

"No!" Vivi hated how much she was saying that, and how useless it was; it made her feel like a small child, but not in the way that she'd been enjoying during her time at the daycare. There was a big difference between not having to worry about anything, leaving everything up to the 'grown-ups' to deal with, and in knowing that you have no choice in the matter, that you're too little to do any of that yourself, or for your opinion to matter to those in charge. 

"Then you'd better get those jeans off and come here," Dani patted the diaper she had waiting, open, on the changing pad. 

"Dani!" Vivien's eyes widened, recognizing that bulk, even thicker than what she could tell Danielle herself was wearing. "Th-Those are your overnights!"

Dani grinned. "I know... You're such a heavy wetter, I thought it would be safer this way."

"B-But..." Vivi curled her hands into fists, fighting the urge to stomp her feet uselessly to show her unhappiness, more than aware of how childish that made her look. There was little else she could do, however. "Everyone's gonna see!"

"Everyone at the daycare knows," Dani promised her.

"Wh-What about Tessa?" Vivi swallowed anxiously as Dani knelt down, starting to unbutton her jeans for her, tired of waiting. "Y-You didn't tell her, did you?"

Dani shook her head, sliding Vivi's pants and damp Pull-Ups down and pushing her back onto the bed, Vivi shivering as she landed square on the waiting diaper. "I didn't," she said. "But I'm not going out of my way to keep her from finding out, either."

Vivien was surprised, at first, to see how good Danielle was at diapering her, carefully applying the baby lotion and powder, making sure she was positioned just right, until she remembered that, before all this, Dani had been the big sister of the house. She'd certainly changed plenty of Tessa's diapers, before she'd wound up in them herself. And now, she was diapering Vivi, too... The person who was supposed to be the babysitter...

She felt sick to her stomach as Dani tugged the diaper up between her legs, taping it snugly into place. It was a bit bulkier than she was used to, though, really, what was bothering her was just how thoroughly their roles had flipped. This shouldn't be possible... She'd thought she was so much better than a shrimpy little brat like Danielle, who would allow this to happen to her... And now look at her!

"I spent sooo long yesterday trying to decide on the perfect outfit for you!" Dani told her with a smile when she was all finished up, giving Vivi's diaper a final pat to signal that she was done, letting Vivien slowly sit up, feet dangling off the side of the bed. "And I think I did it..."

"Daniii!" Vivien kicked her legs unhappily when she saw what Dani pulled out of the closet, holding up proudly.

"It felt appropriate, somehow," Dani shrugged innocently. And that was true, Vivi supposed... It was the same outfit Vivi had picked for Dani, her first day as her babysitter: pink, sparkly leggings, covered in a butterfly print, and a yellow top with a ruffly bottom that, on Dani, had barely reached the top of the leggings if she was standing still. On Vivi's slightly taller frame, they probably wouldn't manage it even then.

Sure enough, once Dani had her dressed up, there was no doubt about her immaturity. The bulge of her extra-thick diaper, along with a bit of the waistband, were on full display, no matter what Vivi did to try to hide them. "This is so uncool, Dani!" Vivi glared at her. "Tessa is gonna know right away!"

Dani smirked as she started to pull Vivi's hair into a pair of ponytails. "Do you really think she didn't already?" she asked. "After you made your little appearance at her school?"

Sure enough, while Tessa did give a giggle at the sight of Vivi's outfit, finished off with a pair of pink, Velcro sneakers, she didn't show any signs of being shocked by it, or by how clear it was that Vivi had now been relegated to the bottom of the food chain. Even Dani's dress was much longer, and better at concealing her diapers, than Vivi's outfit.

And Tessa didn't seem too surprised, either, when Vivi froze after hopping up from the breakfast table, her eyes widening as her knees started to bend, her body taking over and starting to push. What was happening to her?! Not even Dani seemed to have this many messy accidents, this easily! At this point, it was starting to feel like she had almost no control whatsoever... She certainly wasn't able to stop it now, the soft, squishy mass quickly filling the seat of her diaper, right in front of both of the other girls.

"Do you need any help changing?" Tessa asked hopefully.

"N-No," Vivi whimpered; it was bad enough she'd had to deal with Dani changing her already this morning, she could bear the thought of Tessa being involved, too.

"She's right," Dani nodded. "We need to get going... Someone was too fussy about getting dressed, so we're going to be late if we don't head out now."

So Vivi had to waddle out to her car in her messy diaper, wrinkling her nose as she sat down in it to drive Tessa to kindergarten, and herself and Dani to daycare, where, thankfully, Dani handed over the note. Miss Katie zeroed in on her immediately. "Oh, you poor thing," she shook her head. "You see? This is why I made that suggestion to your Mommy and Daddy... At least this held up better than your Pull-Ups."

Vivi didn't know what to say, so she kept silent as she was led over to the changing tables... Until she saw Miss Katie picking out an overnight diaper, just like the one she was currently wearing. "I-I don't need that," she shook her head. "R-Regular diapers are fine."

"You were sent here in one of these," Miss Katie told her, not stopping, or so much as pausing, as she went about her business, getting ready to change Vivi, "and that's what you're staying in, young lady."

And so she did, which ensured that there was no way for her not to feel like a total baby, spending the whole day in diapers that most of the other students only had to wear at naptime, if then, and in an outfit that did nothing to hide that fact. 

It only got worse when they went back home, however. "Come on," she begged Dani. "Your parents are gonna be home any minute! You have to let me put my own clothes back on! They can't see me this way!"

"Why not?" Dani asked smugly. 

"Because they'll tell my parents!" Vivi groaned. "A-And they're not going to let me babysit you if I'm in diapers, too!"

"I guess that is true," Dani admitted, looking Vivi up and down. "You don't look like a very qualified babysitter right now."

"You did this to me!" Vivi glowered, stomping her foot. She'd meant it purely in the sense that Dani had picked the outfit out for her, and introduced her to the daycare in the first place... She had no idea how true those words really were. "It's your fault!"

Dani shrugged. "You let me do it to you," she pointed out, Vivi blushing in response. "But I guess you have a point... I wouldn't want the fun to end already. I'll let you have your clothes back... If you let me pick out your outfit again tomorrow."

Vivi's stomach churned, seeing exactly how this was going to go... If she gave in now, it would be a never-ending chain of Dani dressing her up in her most babyish outfits, then holding Vivi's own clothes for random so she could do it again the next day.... She was, essentially, giving up the last of her control - if she had any left, after everything that had happened....

But when she heard the car pulling into the driveway, she suddenly didn't care about any of that. "Okay!" she squealed. "F-Fine! Just give me my clothes back!"

It was such a relief to get out of the overnight diapers and into the spare Pull-Up she'd brought, and an outfit that actually hid it, even if she'd thrown it all on so fast that she was still trying to catch her breath after dashing out to the living room, barely beating Dani's mother there. "H-Hi, ma'am," she waved. "D-Did you have a good day?"

"I did," the woman replied, giving her a strange look. "Did you?"

Vivien blushed at the question, squirming in place, feeling her Pull-Ups warm slightly. "S-Sure," she said. "I-I guess so..."

She was glad to be out of there, anyway, and headed back home. Things would be much better at home... Especially since she'd already pooped for the day, so she didn't have to worry as much about that happening around her parents, and having to figure out how to deal with it. It had been difficult enough the one time it had happened, so, as humiliating as it was when she went in her pants and had to have Miss Katie, or another one of the workers, clean her up, it did take a weight off of her mind for the rest of the day.

She was always tempted, in those cases, to go without her Pull-Ups around her parents... But that was too risky. She could still wet herself, after all, and she didn't want that to happen, either. If it did, however, her training panties were more than capable of hiding the evidence, and, as far as she knew, her parents had never noticed her wearing them before, so there was no reason to think they would now.

So she was feeling pretty confident as she ate dinner that night, certainly when compared to the rest of her day. She didn't even give a second thought to the rumbling she felt in her tummy, reminding herself that she'd already gone once today, so there was no way it would happen again. It had been happening twice in a day now and then, but surely it wouldn't now, after how big the first one had been...

"Do you smell something?" her father's nose twitched.

"No!" she answered automatically, even before she wiggled her bottom, and felt a familiar, mushy sensation there. "Not now," she groaned under her breath, struggling to control herself, to force her muscles to stop this, to no avail, the soft mass continuing to invade her trainers without her even having to stand up this time... And without her having noticed it at all, until her dad had said something.

"What was that, dear?" her mother asked.

"N-Nothing," Vivi groaned, trying her best to pretend nothing was wrong, to return to eating as if she weren't in the midst of filling her pants.

Her mom sniffed the air. "I think you're right... Did you step in something when you came in today, Vivien?"

"I-I don't kn... Maybe?" Vivi didn't want to seem that thoughtless and oblivious... But if the alternative was letting them continue wondering what could be causing the smell she knew was coming from her Pull-Ups, she would have to accept it. "I-I'll look after dinner, okay? I-I can clean it up if I did..."

"I'm not sure that's all it is," her dad shook his head. "It's awfully strong..." Vivi shrank in her seat as he stood up, walking around, heading right towards her. 

"Sit down," her mother thankfully told him, as he took another step closer, Vivien frozen in place. "We can worry about it when we're finished."

"If we can," he grumbled... But, fortunately, he returned to his chair. Vivi gobbled down her food as quickly as she could, then excused herself, rushing to the bathroom to clean up.

She was horrified to see that her Pull-Ups hadn't quite been up to the task this time, a small brown stain appearing on the inside of her pants. Horrified, she kicked them off and examined the other side, glad to see that it hadn't been bad enough to be visible from the outside... But it had been a very close call.

She hated to do it, but there seemed to be no end in sight for these accidents. And if her Pull-Ups weren't going to be enough.... Well, she knew the diapers could handle anything she could throw at them, and they were a bit better at holding in the odor, too. And, after that, she decided it was worth the risk of wearing them around her parents...

Fortunately, they didn't seem to notice. The first time was nerve-wracking, with her barely able to make herself creep across the dining room towards them, horrified that they'd hear her crinkling, especially as the diaper started to warm up, her nerves making her use it, ensuring that, if they did discover her, they'd know they weren't just for show... But her parents didn't give her a second glance, and, soon enough, it felt totally natural. It was so much easier, too, not having to think about what she was supposed to be wearing when, and finding time to switch between her diapers and her Pull-Ups...

Dani definitely did notice the switch, finding it very amusing when Vivi started to show up in the mornings already diapered, and, more often than not, also already in need of a change. After all, being in full-blown diapers did make it harder to get to the toilet, and prepare to use it... It didn't seem to be worth it most of the time. As she got used to wearing her diapers all the time, she stopped even bothering with anything else so she wouldn't have to worry about tapes not reattaching, or having to get them fastened up snugly enough a second time to be able to prevent leaks. 

If she was careful with how she dressed, the extra bulge was barely visible at all, and the added convenience, and security, was more than worth it. She was still at Dani's mercy for what she wore to daycare, thanks to needing to show up in something that would hide her diaper from both her and Dani's parents, and thus allowing Dani to use them as leverage to allow her to pick out her clothes for the next day, but she was surprised at how simple it seemed to be to find things that would let her pass otherwise.

How had Dani screwed that up? It just proved that she was still a silly little baby, especially compared to Vivi. Dani had gotten herself caught... And that was never going to happen to Vivien. 

It all felt so right, like this was the way it was meant to be... She could just wear her diapers all the time, and that meant she could use them all the time... And if she was going to do that, she decided, once she was confident nobody who didn't already know about what she was wearing would be able to tell, then there was no real point in putting herself through the stress of trying to hold it... Her diapers were always there, after all, always ready to keep her nice and dry and protected...