The Championship - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Could she blame her wet pants on her hangover, too, like she had her wet sheets? She hadn't heard of that happening nearly as often, so it felt a little more desperate, even thinking through the excuse in her mind.

Besides, she doubted her coach would be cool with her admitting to underage drinking. The woman surely knew it went on, but it was unlikely she'd condone it in any way. Winnifred was an adult, despite how this morning had made her feel, however, she was still a freshman... She didn't think the few years' difference between now and when she could legally drink would matter that much; the law disagreed.

"O-Oh," she mumbled instead, shifting uncomfortably in place. "I-I... I-I was just... I-It's only..."

"Yes, I know," the coach cut her off. "I can see. We can all see."

Winnie blushed bright red, thinking of how the rest of the team had been staring at her, how she'd assumed it was from how badly she was playing... They hadn't all seen her pee her pants, had they?! "I-I'm sorry," she sniffled pitifully. "I-I didn't mean..."

"It's all right," the woman told her. "Go clean yourself up, and go see the nurse."

Winnie nodded, slinking back to the locker room. She wanted to stay in the shower there for a nice, long time, to wash away the memory of that morning, but she made herself get out, not wanting to face her teammates once practice was over. She didn't like having to go see the nurse; she was afraid her coach would check up on her, however, and she did want some kind of explanation for what was going on.

It didn't help that the nurse was so pretty, which made it that much more awkward to present herself, and have the woman ask, "So, what's the matter, dear?"

"I-I just need a check-up," Winnie told her.

"For any particular reason?" the nurse raised an eyebrow. "I can't help you if I don't know what I'm looking for..."

Winnifred wrinkled her nose, sighing. It probably was an area the nurse wouldn't spend that much time examining, if Winnie didn't tell her the truth... How many pants-wetters could she get here, after all? It was college! They should be well past that stage!

"I-I've had a couple... accidents," Winnie said quietly.

"Like, falling down?" the nurse frowned. "Or in the car, or...?"

Winnifred rolled her eyes in a huff. "No!" she exclaimed, blushing at her outburst. "N-No... I... I-I've been... peeing my pants." Winnie groaned, sure she could see a smirk forming on the woman's face. "I-I mean, only once!" she clarified. "B-But I also wet my bed, too..."

"My, my," the nurse shook her head. "That does sound serious. Go on and strip down for me, dear."

As a basketball player, Winnie was tall, certainly taller than the nurse, but she was also fairly scrawny, and there was no questioning which of the two looked more mature, even before Winnie had slipped out of her clothes yet again, sitting, vulnerable and nude, on the examination table while the gorgeous older woman poked and prodded at her privates.

"Well," the nurse announced, after what felt like a very long time, "I can't find any medical reason for it."

"B-But there has to be something!" Winnie insisted. "I-I didn't just start doing... that... out of nowhere!"

"Have you been up to anything you shouldn't?" the nurse looked up at her, arms folded. Winnie shook her head; if she hadn't thought her coach would be on her side about drinking, there was no way the nurse was going to be. "In that case, it's probably stress. You do have a big game coming up, don't you?" Winnie nodded. "Well, unless you decide to sit that one out, there may not be much I can do, except..."

She walked over to one of the cabinets in her room, while Winnie scoffed at the idea of not playing in the championship. Of course she was going to! Her team needed her! And then, she saw the 'solution' the nurse had to offer, as she pulled the bulky, white garment out of the cabinet. "No way!" she squealed. "I'm not wearing a...!" She couldn't even bring herself to say it.

"That's up to you," the nurse shrugged. "You can wear it, or you can keep wetting yourself... Or you can stop playing basketball."

Winnie didn't intentionally choose the middle option, but the other two felt impossible to her, and she was far more willing to assume that her little problem would clear itself up, rather than resort to either of those... Which meant, unfortunately, that she'd made her choice.

It didn't seem so bad the first day, since it was the weekend, and it was only Enid there with her. Even she soon grew impatient with her, however, sighing and asking, "Again?", the only alert Winnie received that something had happened, that she was sitting it yet another puddle. Frustrated as she was, though, her roommate was at least willing to help her.

"Once all this alcohol is out of my system, I'll be fine," Winnie claimed, trying to convince herself as much as Enid as the day wore on.

She woke up in a wet bed the next day, but otherwise, she felt much better, and was sure that meant an end to this nightmare, right on time for classes to start again... Until her first class, when she confidently stood up to answer a question, spouting it off proudly, interrupted only a couple times as she let out an unconscious grunt while she searched her mind for the next word, everyone's eyes on her, impressed at how clever she was...

And then she sat down, and realized the real reason they'd been staring. The smell hit her at the same time as the sensation of her backside sinking into a pile of warm mud, her stomach churning at the revelation of what had just happened. This was far beyond a little wet accident, she'd done it in front of her whole class... And she didn't even have her hangover to blame it on!

"S-Sorry," she shook her head, scrambling to grab her things. "I-I need to..." She didn't finish her excuse before rushing out of the classroom, mortified to have to waddle across campus with a load in her pants.

The nurse still found no explanation for it, even after Winnie admitted to the newest humiliation, and no solutions beyond what she'd offered before. This time, however, Winnie accepted it, reluctantly.

Winnie had hoped she could find a way to keep them hidden, no matter how thick they were, so big she couldn't even close her legs all the way, how much they made her toddle, how loud their crinkles sounded in her ears as she tried them out in her room, alone. There was definitely a bulge under her basketball shorts, but thankfully, they were loose enough that it didn't think it would be too obvious, if people didn't know to look for it.

The timing definitely wasn't ideal, coming so soon before the championship... Going out onto the court for the first time in them, she could tell it was going to take some time to get used to playing in diapers, and she didn't have much of that. It was clear she wasn't the only one who noticed, either, as she was called over to the coach again.

"Are you feeling any better?" she asked. "Did the nurse give you anything?"

She could have quietly nodded, left it at that, prayed the coach wouldn't ask any follow-up questions... That was, in fact, what she intended to do. For some reason, though, her body decided to do something else entirely.

"Yeah," she heard herself declare loudly. "She did. Wanna see?" And, unable to stop herself, she felt her hands move to her shorts, yanking them down, revealing her big, crinkly, wet diaper to the whole team, even pulling up her shirt to ensure they, and the phones she could see the snickering girls produce from their pockets, had a perfect view.

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"Can you believe that's the same girl?" Kyra giggled. "She was doing more dribbling in her diaper than with the ball! No wonder they pulled her off the court! It was almost cute in a way, though... You could tell she was trying her best... Like a little toddler, trying to play with the big kids..."

Gloria shifted on the bench uncomfortably. "I don't know... Doesn't this seem like cheating? I know we want to win, but..."

"Oh, calm down," Kyra rolled her eyes. "We haven't even used the doll in days... At this point, it's all her, right Maisie?"

Maisie turned, blushing as the others saw the voodoo doll she'd made in her hands. "N-Not during the game," she said. "This doesn't count, though... This is just a little extra fun..." She nodded to the screen, where the halftime show was being broadcast.

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It was amazing how quickly it had all fallen apart... The diapers had been bad enough, as was actually needing them, using them without a second thought, feeling herself becoming completely incontinent, like an oversized toddler... Knowing that her whole team, if not the whole school, knew about them, however, was just the final nail in the coffin.

The coach did her best to give her a chance, but it was so hard for Winnie to concentrate on anything else, other than the bulk between her legs. It didn't matter what she was doing, whether she had the ball or not, if she thought she felt herself using her diaper, she'd drop everything, give the padding a squeeze, hoping to get confirmation that she was right, since that might be the first step to getting back out of them... If she was correct, it meant she at least had some idea of when she was going, and could maybe learn to recognize that feeling again, do something about it...

But she was never right. Sometimes, the diaper was still dry, and it was just a figment of her imagination; more often, she was already soaked, and too late to do anything. It was like her potty training had been completely wiped out, and she was starting from scratch... Something that Enid had claimed she was willing to help with, almost sounding excited to do it again, like she had with her younger siblings, though she hadn't been able to make any progress yet.

"It would be easier if you didn't have practice all the time," Enid had complained.

After this game, Winnie suspected that wouldn't be a problem anymore... She'd been even more paranoid than usual about wetting herself during it, dropping the ball constantly, not wanting to wind up leaking in front of the whole crowd... And then, to her horror, as she'd been chasing down the ball, she'd felt her knees buckle, and she'd pooped her Pampers, filling them to the brim, making her feel as if she were smuggling a basketball of her own in the seat of her pants as her coach called her off the court, sending her to go get cleaned up, looking disgusted with her...

But Winnie hadn't done that. Enid usually helped her with that, and she wasn't sure she could do it on her own... Enid did so much for her... Sometimes, Winnie wondered if Enid was using her as a substitute, if she missed taking care of her siblings so much that, perhaps, she might have orchestrated all this... That was silly, though... How could she possibly have done it?

She huddled in one corner of the locker room as the rest of the team filed in at halftime, hoping none of them saw, or smelled, her full diaper... And then, out of nowhere, she felt herself stand up, toddling out, back towards the court. She wasn't sure why, what she was doing, but she couldn't stop herself either.

"Kitty!" she squealed, seeing the rival team's mascot across the court, and, before she could stop herself, she was waddling towards it, sliding down her shorts on the way, kicking them off her feet to reveal her well-used diaper to the world before collapsing down, grabbing the panther suit's leg. "Kitty," she burbled again, staring up at it, feeling herself start to rub her messy diaper against its furry body, humping it, the mush in her pants squishing against her... And getting incredibly turned on anyway, despite it all.

There was no way they were going to let her play basketball again after this, she knew, even as she was in the midst of her reverie, rubbing faster and faster, head spinning as she could feel the warmth, and pleasure, building up inside of her. As soon as she'd exposed her diaper in the middle of the game, that was over, and now, as she expressed her... admiration... for the other team's mascot, there was no question about it.

It was hard to care too much in the moment, however, as the orgasm overcame her, making her squeal in ecstasy before curling up at the panther's feet, thumb finding its way into her mouth as she drifted off peacefully, putting a definitive end to her time as the star player on the team... And as a respectable, mature adult.