A Bedwetting Problem (Patreon)

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"Come on, Ami," Joye groaned. "This isn't what she meant, and you know it!"

"I don't know," her little sister giggled. "That's what it sounded like to me..."

"Ami!" Joye glared at her, her heart thumping as she felt another cramp in her tummy, reminding her that she was quickly running out of time. "This isn't funny! Look, I said I was sorry, okay? There's no reason for you to be so mean!" 

"I didn't believe you," Ami sniffed. "And neither did mom, so..."

"Well, I am!" Joye snapped, wrapping her arms around her stomach, flinching as she felt them brush against the waistband of the diaper she was wearing, the crinkle of plastic making her skin crawl. That was, after all, what had started all this, what had landed her in this situation...

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"Morning, sleepyhead," she'd giggled, taking a sip of her coffee as Ami stumbled into the kitchen, hair a mess. "I forgot how adorable you are first thing!"

Ami had grumbled, sticking her tongue out at her. "Can I have some of that?"

"No way," Joye had shaken her head. "It'll stunt your growth."

"You drink it!" Ami had whined.

Joye had nodded sagely. "Exactly... And look where that got me." Here she was, on the verge of twenty-one, on her final summer break from college, and she was barely any taller than her baby sister.

"Hmph!" Ami had pouted, plopping down at the kitchen table... And that had been when Joye had heard it. 

It was a sound she was familiar with, although she hadn't thought about it for quite a while, thanks to having been away at school. She'd almost forgotten about it, yet all it took was one hint of it to bring it all rushing back. "Ami!" she'd chuckled, staring at the younger girl in disbelief. "Are you seriously still wetting the bed? I thought you'd gotten over that!"

Ami had turned bright red, fidgeting in her seat, which only confirmed Joye's suspicions further, hearing the plastic rustle with every move, beneath the girl's thin nightshirt, even as Ami had shaken her head and stammered, "N-No, of course not..."

"If you say so," Joye had said, seeing visible relief cross over her sister's face as she appeared to let it go. "Want a Pop Tart?" Joye had thrown one into the toaster, then took it over to the table, giving Ami a chance to let her guard down before, after setting the plate down, Joye grabbed the hem of Ami's nightshirt, yanking it up.

"Ami!" she'd scolded. "You're starting a new school in the fall! How can this still be happening?"

Ami had looked horrified, yanking her shirt out of Joye's hands. "It's not my fault! I-It did stop for a while, but then it came back, and..."

"You see, this is why nobody trusts you to babysit," Joye had teased, knowing that was a sore spot for Ami, who had wanted so badly to be able to do that. "Who would trust someone who still needs diapers themselves with their baby?"

"I don't need them!" Ami had stood up in a fury, stomping her feet. "It's only at night, and it isn't even all the time, and...!"

"Okay, okay," Joye had patted her on the head, which only stirred the girl up more. "Whatever you say, soggy-butt."

She might have let it go at that, if Ami hadn't run to their mother as soon as she got back from work and told her the whole story. "You know she's sensitive about this," Joye's mom had told her that evening. "Even more-so now that she's older."

"She should be," Joye had commented, glaring at Ami from across the dinner table. "Still peeing her pants at her age..."

"I can't help it!" Ami had huffed. "I'm asleep when it happens!"

"And it's more common than you might think," their mother had cut in. "So there's no need to make fun of her for it. She'll get over it in time."

"That's what I thought when she was eight," Joye had smirked. "And yet, here we are..."

"Mommy!" Ami had pouted, making Joye roll her eyes. It was so obvious she was manipulating their mom, calling her that, looking up at her, eyes wide and watery. There was no way that still worked on the woman... She must be able to see through it by now...

"You're the older sister," Joye's mom lectured her. "You should be mature about this, and help her see that it isn't a big deal."

"Yeah," Joye had grinned. "I'll be sure to do that..."

She hadn't, of course. She brought it up whenever she could, checking her in the morning and mocking her when she found her soggy. Ami had started to get changed before coming out of her room, but that just prompted Joye to dig some of their old baby stuff out of the attic, giving Ami blocks and teething toys to play with, even threatening to put up a playpen for her. And any time a diaper commercial played, she was quick to comment on it, telling Ami that she was cuter than any of the toddlers in them, suggesting she try out to be a model...

What Joye did do was avoid all of that when their mom was around, so that it was Ami's word against hers when her sister tattled on her. "I was just saying she's so pretty," Joye would fib. "I was talking about another commercial, and it happened to change to diapers at the wrong time... I can't help that!"

If anything, it proved how childish Ami was, running to her Mommy for help, which justified, in Joye's mind, what she was doing. The kids at her new school would surely be far meaner than she was, if they ever found out, so this was a way to push her to try harder to stop wetting the bed. 

It was unfortunate for Joye, then, that Ami secretly recorded her with her phone after the first couple times, and played it for their mom so she could see, and hear, exactly what was happening.

"I'm very disappointed in you, young lady," she'd scolded. "If you want to act that immaturely, and be so cruel to your sister, then I think there needs to be a few changes around here..."

Joye had fought it, of course, had stomped and cried and begged, and tried to convince them she was sorry for what she'd done, but none of it had done her any good, and she'd still found herself taped up into one of her little sister's diapers, nose in the corner, knowing that, as soon as she was allowed to move from there, she was going straight to bed, despite how early it was, as she listened in horror while her mother and Ami discussed the house's new status quo behind her...

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And that was what had led her here, to finally being allowed out of bed the next morning. It felt like she'd been lying there for days, between when she'd been tucked in, and when Ami, the new 'big sister' of the house, got out of her own bed to get her up.

It had been absolutely mortifying the first time she'd had to wet herself, squirming under her covers, face burning as she felt the padding between her legs warm and swell. It was so unfair! The bathroom was right down the hall, two doors away... But, if she was caught up, her mother had threatened to break her 'no spanking' policy, and, considering everything else she'd done, Joye didn't want to test whether she'd actually go through with it or not. 

She'd had to get used to the sensation, unfortunately, her early bedtime meaning she was tossing and turning for quite a while before she fell asleep. She woke up early, too, her stomach already hurting even before the long wait for Ami to wake, get herself dressed and ready for the day, and then, at last, coming in to get Joye up.

"Wow!" Ami had giggled. "You're soaked! I've never woken up this wet!"

Joye had rolled her eyes, in no mood to explain how this was different, and couldn't really be compared. "Yeah, yeah," she'd said. "You can make fun of me all you want... I need to go to the bathroom."

"Again?" Ami had grinned. "I wonder if your diapers can take it?"

"No, because I'm not going in them," Joye had declared.

"Ummm... Yeah, you are," Ami had crossed her arms. "Mom said..."

"No, you don't get it!" Joye had told her. "This isn't... I'm not just..."

She couldn't bring herself to say it, to admit it out loud... But it didn't matter. From the look of delight on her sister's face, it was clear she knew exactly what Joye meant. "You heard mom," she said. "No potty privileges for you until I'm out of diapers."

"This isn't what she meant, and you know it!" Joye fumed... But, in the back of her mind, she knew it was already too late. She could feel the pressure building inside of her, even as she pleaded, hugging herself and bouncing in place, drenched diaper crinkling around her waist.

"I'm in charge," Ami reminded her. "And if you don't want me to tell mom you're disobeying me, I think you ought to get onto your hands and knees, like the little baby you are."

"B-But Ami..." Joye pouted. 

"Now!" Ami snapped, pointing to the bed. Joye leaned forward, moving as slowly as she dared, getting down onto all fours, her padded bottom up in the air, leaving her little recourse when the next cramp came. There wasn't much she could do except squeeze her legs together, the cool, clammy padding squelching between her thighs, and that wasn't nearly enough to stop the thick, warm, mushy flow coming from her bottom, making the seat of her diaper swell behind her as she helplessly pooped her pants right on her bed, in front of her baby sister.

"Wow," Ami giggled. "I haven't done that since I was, like, two! No wonder Mommy put me in charge!"

That had been, of course, a severe blow to Joye's ego, and Ami didn't let up afterwards. Joye regretted digging out the old sippy cups and baby bottles from the attic, as Ami constantly kept them filled with juice, insisted that Joye drain as many of them as possible. "It's hot out," she'd say. "I wouldn't want you to get dehydrated!"

Combined with Joye's loss of bathroom privileges, that meant her diapers were almost constantly soggy and, despite that, her bladder was almost always full and sloshing around as she moved, ready to trickle more out at any moment. It was embarrassing, absolutely, but she didn't realize how bad it truly was at first.

"Come on, tinkle-toes," Ami teased. "We'd better get you into a dry diaper."

"It's not that bad," Joye told her. "I only went once."

"Are you sure?" Ami cooed, unbuttoning Joye's shorts. "It looks pretty saggy to me..."

And, indeed, the diaper that was revealed beneath them was positively soaked. "W-Wait, but I didn't..." she frowned.

"I guess you're just so little, we should let you run around without pants," Ami commented. "We wouldn't want you to leak, would we?"

"I won't!" Joye promised, though it was one she quickly realized she couldn't keep. With Ami making her run around in only a shirt and diaper, it was far easier for both of them to see how much Joye's potty training had already eroded. It hadn't felt like she was peeing that often, but it turned out that was because she noticed it only on the increasingly rare occasions where she was holding it long enough for it to be a major wetting... In between, however, unbeknownst to her, she'd been dribbling a bit here, a bit there...

"Mom, we have to stop this!" she begged. "At this rate, after summer is over..." She couldn't say it out loud, didn't want to will it into existence. She was about to be a college senior! She couldn't go into her last year in diapers!

"Your sister still wears her diapers to bed," her mother told her. "So you're going to keep wearing yours all the time. If you helped her..."

"What am I supposed to do?!" Joye glowered. "I don't know how to stop her from wetting the bed!"

Her mother raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? That's funny... You were acting like it was so simple, and it was her fault for not being able to do it..."

"Well, I was wrong, okay?" Joye sulked. "I've learned my lesson... Can we stop this now?"

"That's up to Ami," her mom said. And, of course, Ami was nowhere near ready to give up her new authority. If nobody was willing to let her babysit for them, she'd just keep babysitting her big sister.

And more babysitting meant more accidents. "Come on!" she whined to Ami. "I don't need another bottle! I know what you're doing! I'm not stupid!"

"Maybe not," Ami shrugged. "But it doesn't matter... I'm going to get your bladder so used to letting go in your diapers that your body won't remember how to do it any other way!"

It definitely seemed to be working, too... Joye was supposed to be enjoying her last free summer, going to be beach with friends, hanging out at the mall, going to clubs... Instead, she was adapting far too easily to her new lifestyle, starting to fall asleep not long after she was put to bed at night, no matter how bright the sun was outside her window, finding some enjoyment in the baby toys Ami made her play with - that Joye herself had dug up to tease her with initially - just because of how few other things she had to entertain herself...

And then, one morning, it happened. If anything, it was shocking it had taken as long as it did, though Joye had been afraid that wasn't really the case, that she'd always just wound up wetting herself before she fell asleep, so she hadn't noticed... This time, she'd drifted off right away, knowing for a fact she was dry because she was so proud that, for once, she wouldn't have to spend all night in soggy pants.

When she woke up, however, things had changed. Or, rather, they were the same as always, greeting her with the all-too-familiar squishy sensation when she wiggled her bottom. She was so used to it, in fact, that it took her a minute or two to recall that she hadn't gone to sleep with it... That she had wet her bed, exactly like her sister.

"Mom, this is serious!" Joye had gone to her that night. "I can't go back to college as a bedwetter!"

"I guess you'd better hope you were right about how simple it is to stop, then."

"No!" Joye insisted. "I think she's doing something to me! I'm a grown-up, there's no way I'd start doing this so easily! She's cheating!"

Her mother had agreed to let her go see the doctor... But, after a thorough examination, nothing was found to explain her rapidly declining potty training, nothing she could blame it on except for herself... And the only thing that was offered to her to help her with it was a fresh pack of diapers.

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"Aww, what's the matter?" Ami asked. "Do you like having your diaper out for everybody to see?"

"No!" Joye shook her head. "But..."

"Nope," Ami cut her off. "It's this or your shirt."

It wasn't that far off, to be fair... Joye had thought, at first, when she saw it, that it was a t-shirt, until she spotted the snaps at the bottom. "That's a onesie!" she sniffed.

"I know," Ami nodded. "Good job recognizing it, sweetie!"

"Ami, onesie are for babies!" Joye whined.

"Which makes it absolutely perfect for you," Ami tapped her on the nose. "So, are you going to be a good girl and let me put it on you?"

Joye grumbled, but in the end, she knew it would cover more, and she'd been begging for exactly that for weeks. Somehow, though, she didn't feel any more mature after Ami had tugged it over her head, snapping up up under her diaper, the fabric pulling tight, holding her already soggy diaper snug against her backside, guaranteeing there was no escaping that sensation, or pretending she wasn't wearing her padding... Or that she hadn't used it.

"Adorable!" Ami clapped her hands. "Now, for the finishing touch..."

"Ami, no!" Joye groaned, seeing what Ami had in mind as the girl picked it up.

"Someone is so grumpy today!" Ami giggled. "I bet I know why... You haven't made your morning messy yet! Don't worry, I'm sure it will happen any minute!"

"Don't remind me," Joye wrinkled her nose. "Hey!" She glared at Ami when the girl took her speaking as an opportunity to slip the pacifier she'd been threatening her older sister with between her lips.

"There we go," Ami smiled, guiding Joye over to her mirror by the shoulders. Joye squirmed at the sight of her reflection, and, without thinking, her mouth began to suck, searching for whatever comfort it could find, and discovering it in the nipple of her paci.

Her little sister had done it... She'd turned her into a toddler. From the peek of plastic beneath the legbands of her onesie to the pink shield of her pacifier, bobbing gently as she instinctively nursed on it, there wasn't so much as a hint of her adulthood left. And... Was Ami taller than her now? It was possible, since she could still be growing, or maybe it was just the shoes she was wearing, compared to Joye's socks. It wasn't a huge difference either way, but it was more than enough to hammer home the new status quo.

Joye didn't think there was any further for her to sink, until Ami led her by the hand into the living room. Joye had seen the old playpen up in the attic, had half considered bringing it down to pretend she was going to make Ami stay in it. She hadn't followed through with it; Ami, however, had.

It was sized for an actual toddler, so Joye could have stepped over the plastic walls at any time, but that made it all the more humiliating to be told she wasn't allowed to do that, that she had to stay inside it, no matter how simple it was for her to escape. And behind it, she could see stack after stack of diapers. Joye crawled over to them, trying to estimate how many were there and failing, though it was obvious there were more than enough for her to spend the rest of her summer in them.

"Wh-Why do you have so many?" Joye gulped, stammering behind her paci. "Wh-What if you stop wetting the bed next week, or..."

"Oh, Joye," Ami chuckled. "I don't wet the bed, you silly goose. It used to happen every now and then, but not for a while now."

"B-But..." Joye frowned. "That means..."

"I told mom I do," Ami said. "I put my diapers on every night, a couple hours after your bedtime, and I pretend I use them once a week or so... It's a small price to pay to get to keep you like this. I'd say you're ready now... I'm going to invite all the neighborhood moms over so they can see what a good job I'm doing looking after you. They'll have to admit I'm ready to babysit then! Assuming I even have time for any other charges, if mom doesn't just keep you home from college."

"She can't do that!" Joye pouted. "I'm a big girl, and I'm about to graduate college, and...!" 

Ami reached down, giving the rear of Joye's onesie a pat. Her former big sister shut up immediately as she felt a squish, gasping and wriggling her bottom, realizing that, in the middle of all this, she'd started messing herself, and she hadn't even noticed... Ami, on the other hand, had apparently known all along.

"See?" Ami smiled, watching the resigned look fall over Joye's face as she helplessly pushed, filling her diaper more and more, the onesie keeping it pulled snug, impossible to ignore now that she knew it was there. "Now you're not nearly as cranky, are you?"

Joye sniffed, shook her head. She wasn't; there was no need to be. Ami had beaten her fair and square, proving, beyond a shadow of a doubt, which of them deserved to be the big sister... And who was the baby.