The Summer Camp (Patreon)

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"Well," Abbi said to herself in disbelief, staring down at the Pull-Up she'd just slid up her legs, "I guess I'm going to summer camp."

It was hard to decide which was more embarrassing, that she, a college student on summer break, was going to a camp that was mostly for kids, or that, at her age, her little sister, Bridget's, old training panties still fit her perfectly, almost as if they'd been made for her. She shivered a bit, nibbling her lip as she stared at the Disney Princesses smiling back at her from her crotch, already trying to think of excuses to get her out of this, wiggling her bottom, hoping the sides would somehow split, despite how secure they felt. 

Even if they had, however, there were still larger sizes for her to try... She'd grabbed some of the older ones first, figuring they would be less missed - and, perhaps, to give her more of a shot of being too big for them - grabbing spares from a few different, mostly empty packs before sneaking one from Bridget's dresser. She wasn't in the smallest size, thankfully, but that didn't make it any less humiliating for her to be in trainers, and ones a size or two down from what her sister wore.

Her step-sister, really, to be fair... Abbi's step-mother, Irene, was quite a bit taller than Abbi's own mother, not to mention Abbi herself, so it made sense that Bridget would wind up bigger than Abbi, and she was already well on her way. That was pretty embarrassing, too, in and of itself, to have a little girl that much younger than her who was barely any shorter, and, thanks to still having her baby fat, likely a little heavier, than her. 

It did help with Abbi's step-mother, in a way. If it hadn't been for that, it would have been far easier for Abbi to remember that the woman wasn't that much older than her. That still popped up from time to time, like when Irene had made this suggestion in the first place, when Abbi had gotten home for the summer. "You know," she'd said, "Bridget is going away to camp for most of the summer... I bet you'd have a lot of fun there! I checked, and you could still go, if you wanted... It would give you more of a chance to bond with your sister."

The translation, Abbi had realized, was that Irene wanted both of them out of the house so she could enjoy some alone time with Abbi's dad. "Are you serious?" she'd rolled her eyes. "I'm way too old for that. That would be like you going to summer camp."

She could see Irene fuming a bit, clearly having expected her to accept right away. "I think it would be good for you."

Abbi didn't; the idea of summer camp had never exactly appealing to her. She wasn't the outdoorsy type, and running around out in the woods somewhere, and sleeping in a cabin, at best, sounded like torture. The best she could do was offer up a hesitant, "I'll think about it."

Irene had sent Bridget to talk to her, to try to convince her, and, while Abbi had assumed, at the start of the conversation, that it wouldn't do any good, the girl hit all the right notes. "Yeah, the bigger kids do some of that," she'd admitted. "For us, it's more like... daycare, with more recess. We go outside to play, but a lot of the time we get to stay inside where it's cool, and play there."

Abbi knew that, by 'us', Bridget was talking about herself and her friends, though it was hard not to feel like she was being included in that from the way her sister had said it... And maybe it was what she'd meant... She did sometimes, without meaning, seem to think Abbi was her age, or not far off from it, thanks to the difference - or lack thereof - in their sizes. Abbi didn't think anyone else would make that mistake... Right?

She was corrected in that misconception when they all went out to eat, and she was given a kids' menu and a pack of crayons, along with Bridget. And then, her father, encouraged, no doubt, by Irene, had told her that if she wasn't going to go to camp, she ought to get a job for the summer, that it would teach her a little more responsibility. 

All of that, combined, was what brought the idea to mind, what made her wonder if she could pull this off. She still had the application Irene had given her, that the woman herself had mostly filled out. A few little changes in that, and, if she was lucky, maybe she could hang out with the younger kids... That didn't sound so bad. It would be embarrassing, sure, if somebody she knew saw her getting treated that way - and she didn't know how the eventual pick-up at the end of summer would go, once she'd spent time there as a kid - but she could work all that out later.

For now, she had to decide if it was actually plausible or not. Even if it didn't seem that way compared to Bridget, she would be a bit big for the age she was claiming to be, so, to really sell it, she needed something else, and the first thing that came to mind was the Pull-Ups. She didn't have any issues with her potty training whatsoever, but she could pretend she was just finishing it up. If she showed up in Pull-Ups, there was no way anyone would suspect she was an adult! She could spend a few days in them, then earn her way back to undies in no time! And it would give her an excuse to buy some cute new panties to take with her as her 'goal.'

So, she'd made a bargain with herself... If Bridget's Pull-Ups fit her, then she'd go to camp after all, and commit to this plan; if not, she'd stay and look for a job. It had seemed like a safe bet at the time - there was no way she'd still be able to wear training pants! - to the point where she was starting to look at places to work, trying to choose the one that would be the least stressful...

And then, to her shock, the very first pair of Pull-Ups, the ones that weren't even the biggest size, had given her a rude awakening, and guaranteed that, instead, she was going to be spending her summer at camp after all.

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"Is that what you're wearing?" Irene raised an eyebrow, surveying Abbi's ensemble. Immediately, Abbi tugged at the legs of her shortalls, wondering if she'd made a mistake. It had definitely felt weird, stepping into a pair of Pull-Ups that morning, rather than her undies, and she was still getting used to the feeling of them between her thighs, but, without knowing exactly how drop-off was going to work, she'd known the safe bet would be to wear something that really sold the story she'd told on her application.

And that meant dressing more immaturely than normal, in a childish print t-shirt and pink shortalls, with frilly ankle socks and pink sneakers. She was pretty sure it hid her trainers, though, after getting herself into it and looking in the mirror, it had come off as more babyish than she'd expected... But wasn't that what she wanted?

"Yeah, it is," she answered with a blush. "I found it in the back of my closet, and it seemed like it would be easy to move around in, you know?"

"I suppose it will be," Irene shrugged, thankfully leaving it at that. 

It was a long drive to the camp, only emphasizing how much Abbi was going to be stuck there, with the choice she'd made, how she couldn't easily get back home. And, when they stopped to use the bathroom, and she saw the cramped restroom stall where she would have to struggle to get out of her shortalls in order to make it the the toilet, she began to question whether she'd done the right thing. She fumbled with the shoulder straps for a few moments before giving up.

She was wearing padding, protection for exactly this kind of situation... And it would be more realistic if she showed up soggy, wouldn't it? And if she took all day getting undressed, and redressed, in here, Irene would come in and check on her, and it would be a whole thing... 

She probably should have been embarrassed that was all it took to convince herself, that she was so easily swayed into it. She probably also should have worried about what would happen if she leaked, if she had to walk out of the bathroom in a pair of wet shortalls to go fetch another outfit from her suitcase, though that didn't occur to her until after she was already sitting on the toilet, fully clothed, and starting to let go, blushing as she felt her Pull-Up growing warm and soggy beneath her.

She had to spend the rest of the car ride like that, although the warmness rapidly faded, growing more cool and clammy as she squirmed in the front seat, listening to Bridget being praised for making it to the gas station without any accidents. It wasn't that bad, to be honest... But she was glad that she'd gotten it out of the way now. She hadn't planned on using them more than once, maybe twice, if that, to show that she did 'need' them before getting to open up the fresh pack of cute panties she'd bought to celebrate her 'potty training.'

When they finally got to the camp, she said her goodbyes to Irene quickly, prompting Bridget to do the same as much as she could, fidgeting nervously, trying to get rid of her step-mother before any counselors came over and started asking any questions. Fortunately, it wasn't nearly as hard as she'd expected, and, in no time, she was letting her step-sister lead her to the building where they'd be staying, while she dug through her bag, fishing out her teddy bear to complete her ensemble.

"Hey, there, Bridget!" a pleasant looking young woman waved as they approached. "It's so nice to see you again!"

"Hi, Rita!" Bridget ran up to her, throwing her arms around her.

"And this must be your sister," Rita smiled. Abbi gulped, squirming, wondering if the woman would see right through her, if her plan would fail instantly... "Nice to meet you," she said after a moment. "I'm sure you're going to have lots of fun here this summer! You must be quite the big girl, huh?"

"Wh-What?" Abbi's eyes widened, looking down at herself. She didn't feel like a big girl, running around in a wet Pull-Up, that was for sure.

"Your shoes, sweetie," Rita chuckled. "Laces, huh? Very impressive!"

"O-Oh," Abbi blushed, having not even thought about that. The sneakers were cute, and she'd assumed that was enough; she hadn't considered that laces would be difficult for someone her supposed age to handle. "M-My Mommy did that for me."

"I had a feeling," Rita winked. "Well, come on, then, you two! Let's get you checked, and checked in!"

"I'm dry!" Bridget declared proudly.

"And what about your sister?" Rita asked. Bridget began to open her mouth, Abbi shooting her a dirty look in response, knowing that, most likely, she'd been about to say that she didn't wear Pull-Ups. She'd talked about this with her a little, telling her that she'd wanted to spend more time with her, and that, to do so, she'd have to borrow a few trainers, and maybe act a bit differently... She hadn't wanted to say too much, for fear that she would tattle to her mother.

"I dunno," Bridget shrugged, picking up on her cue.

"Well I didn't think you would!" Rita tickled the girl's tummy. "I was asking her, really... What about it, Abbi?"

Abbi blushed, staring down at her feet, not wanting to admit the truth to her, certainly not with Bridget right there... But what else could she do? It was going to be discovered eventually, and she didn't want to get a rash... Not to mention the fact that she'd done it in the first place specifically - partially, anyway - so that it would be seen... It felt different now, seeing her counselor, only a few years older than her, probably close to her step-mother's age...

"I think I know what that means," Rita smiled. "You're in the same room as last year, Bridget. Can you go put your stuff there while I take care of your sister?" Bridget agreed happily, skipping off while Rita took Abbi by the hand. "It's all right, sweetie... No need to be shy."

Abbi wanted to say she could do this herself, but she knew she couldn't. Even claiming she was a bit older than most of the campers Rita would be dealing with, she was still young enough that it felt unlikely that she'd be trusted to do that on her own. It was just this time, she thought, holding on to that as she was led to another room. That should be all it took...

"I-Is that a changing table?" she squeaked, seeing where she was being taken.

"It is," Rita nodded. "We use this room for our smallest campers, though we don't have any this year. It's easiest to change soggy pants in here, rather than trying to do it in the bathroom."

Abbi's cheeks blazed as she was led into the room, looking around at all the baby toys, at the playpen in the corner, at the stacks of diapers on the shelves, and the changing table, so much bigger and thicker than her Pull-Ups... She wouldn't have thought that anyone small enough for all this would be big enough to go off to camp, but then she remembered seeing that there were options for younger kids to stay only during the day, as almost more of a daycare, which might have been where Bridget had gotten that idea from.

"It's all right," Rita told her gently as she helped her out of her shortalls, seeing her discomfort. "If your training is going as well as your Mommy said it was on your form, you won't have to worry about any of this during the day!"

"I-It is," Abbi nodded. "I-I'm not a baby!"

"No, you're not." The words rang a bit false for Abbi, seeing that the girl was clearly holding back a chuckle as she ripped open the sides of her wet Pull-Up. "You're a big girl, Abbi."

She did feel a lot better once she was in a fresh pair of Pull-Ups, and got to move to the other room, flopping down on a couch with her teddy bear. She'd seen, outside, the older kids running around in the heat, playing volleyball and soccer... She was more than happy to be here, instead.

At least, she was until naptime. She hadn't minded the idea of that, when she'd heard about it, and the car trip had left her a bit tired, so she was willing to lie down... Unfortunately, before she could, Rita led her back to the other room, and to the changing table, where she produced a large, pink diaper.

"B-But I'm dry!" Abbi gasped. "I-I don't need..."

"Sorry, sweetie," Rita told her. "This is just to be safe... You had a daytime accident, so I have to put you in diapers while you're asleep. Only for today! I bet you'll have a dry day tomorrow, and then we won't have to worry about it!"

"But I don't want diapers!" Abbi pouted. "I'm not...!" Before she could finish her protest, she was surprised by a pacifier being pushed into her mouth, making the statement she'd been about to make sound even more ridiculous.

She whimpered behind her paci, wriggling helplessly as Rita taped her into the big, bulky diaper, crinkling loudly with Abbi's every move. There was no way Bridget wouldn't notice it! "I-I don't want anyone to see me!" she sniffed, imagining toddling back out of the room in this thing, all the little kids staring at her...

"It's okay," Rita told her. "You can nap in here..."

In here?! With all the baby stuff?! It was private, at least... Abbi sniffed, nodded, waiting there for Rita to fetch her things and help her change into a PJ top, not even bothering with the bottoms, before helping her into the bed there... But, no, it wasn't a bed, was it? Abbi groaned, seeing the bars along one side, realizing that it was, in fact, a crib. One side was down, yet that didn't change the fact that she was being put down for a nap in a crib, wearing a diaper, pacifier in her mouth. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all...

It didn't help that she'd let herself get so invested in playing with the other kids before naptime that she hadn't bothered to ask to use the bathroom at any point. She was so used to being an adult, to being able to go whenever she wanted, that she had to admit it was a little more challenging, having to find someone to help her. She didn't anticipate it being a big deal, however, not when she was a grown-up who had been potty trained for years and years.

For now, though, as she squirmed in her crib, it did put a bit of a kink in her plans. If she'd gone then, her bladder wouldn't feel so full now... And it really was getting kind of painful as she laid there, with nothing else to think about. She knew where the bathroom was, and it was a bit of a trek from this room - nobody here would really need it, normally - but she was sure she could make it.

She was supposed to find a counselor to take her, however, and she didn't know if that was just to help her out if she needed it, or if they had the keys to get in. And she couldn't say that she was in love with the idea of toddling around the building in only a PJ top and pink diaper...

What, exactly, was the alternative, though? She couldn't just pee her pants again... Could she? That was what the diapers were for, she supposed... And it might be less embarrassing, actually, than letting who knew how many people see her this way as she made her way to the bathroom...

She woke up on the changing table, Rita smiling down at her. "Morning, sleepyhead!" she said when she saw Abbi's eyes open. "Did you have a good nap?" Abbi nodded drowsily. "Good! I'm just getting you all cleaned up..."

Abbi nodded again, accepting that this was how it had to be, that it was the consequence of the decision she'd made... Until she saw what was sitting next to her on the table, waiting for her to be put into it. "Wh-Where are my Pull-Ups?" she pouted.

"You've had two big accidents already today," Rita told her gently. "I know you were asleep for one, but I think it would be a good idea if we took a little extra caution... Just in case..."

"No!" Abbi protested. Wearing diapers to bed was one thing; she wasn't going to wear them while she was awake! "I don't need them!"

"Only for this afternoon," Rita promised. "Are you shy about the other kids noticing?" That wasn't her main concern, though, now that Rita brought it up, she did have to nod and agree that it would be pretty bad if it happened. "You can play in here today if you want," Rita offered. "Then, when you stay dry the rest of the day, we can go back to Pull-Up tomorrow! Okay?"

Abbi didn't like it, but she got the feeling it didn't really matter, that it was going to happen either way. "Okay," she grumbled.

"Since it's so warm today, and you're the only one in here, I don't think we need to bother with pants, do you?" Rita asked, once the dry diaper was taped up.

Abbi sighed. "No," she said, "I guess not..."

How humiliating... Being stuck in this daycare, playing with baby toys, wearing just a t-shirt and a diaper... She'd planned on pretending to be a little girl, yet, somehow, she'd devolved into a full-on toddler, and she hadn't even been here a full day!

For a while, she just sulked, not wanting to do anything, but, eventually, she got bored enough to start playing with some of the toys, very quickly getting completely absorbed in them. They were so plain, so boring... And she was an adult! She shouldn't be getting amused by them at all... She couldn't help herself, though, building tracks out of wooden pieces of road, stacking up blocks, throwing a tea party with the stuffed animals... She was so engrossed that, when Rita came to check on her and see if she needed a potty break, she said no without hesitation.

She didn't even realize it wasn't true until she felt the increasingly familiar sensation of warmth spreading through her pants. She stopped, looking back at herself, at her diaper, clenching her muscles in fear, and embarrassment.

But... She'd already dribbled. She was already a little wet... Would it really matter that much at this point if she went a bit more? She'd definitely feel better, emptying her bladder the rest of the way... And then she could get back to playing, and not have to worry about it...

It was a silly decision to make, yet, hadn't all of them that had led her here been that? There was no taking back what she'd already done... She blushed and let go, cheeks warming along with her padding. It really did feel different, doing this in her diaper, rather than her Pull-Ups... It was definitely a lot nicer, and not just because she didn't have to worry about leaks...

She squirmed a little as she finished up, her blush intensifying as her diaper brushed against the floor, and, in turn, rubbed against her inside of it. It had to be her imagination, but... That had felt kind of nice, hadn't it? Like... More than nice, really.

No, that couldn't be true... She was in a diaper! This should be embarrassing at her age, and nothing else! She couldn't be enjoying it! That was insane! And yet... She reached down, giving her diaper a rub, hearing a tiny squeak escape her lips. No way, she thought, even as the heat began to rise in her body. She didn't like this... She wasn't a baby...

That's not what she said when Rita came to check on her, however, and changed her into a fresh diaper. She didn't fight it at all, didn't claim she didn't need them... She just waited for the girl to go before she began rubbing again, experimenting. It still felt nice, if not as much as it had when she was soggy. Which was easy enough to fix...

Not caring how it might affect her potty training, she wet herself, squirming on the floor and giggling, having to pop her thumb into her mouth the keep herself quiet, to be sure nobody outside the room would overhear. It took her a few minutes to think of straddling one of the huge stuffed animals in the room, and begin to rub her diaper against it, but as soon as she did, she knew it was all over... There was no turning back from that after she discovered how amazing it was.

"Oh, sweetie," Rita shook her head when she came in to check her later. "Again? What's going on? Are you scared, being in a new place? Do you need me to stick around here more so I can help get you to the potty faster? I assumed, with as good as your Mommy said your training was, that you could hold it for a bit, but if you'd like me..."

"No," Abbi told her. "I'm okay! I'll do better tomorrow, I promise!"

"Really?" Rita raised an eyebrow. "You promise?"

"Uh-huh!" Abbi nodded. And she knew that she should... She was here to spend more time with Bridget, after all... And there were lots of fun activities the bigger kids - or, rather, the kids who weren't in diapers - got to do. Finger-painting, arts and crafts, even some swimming... She might not love the outdoors, but if she had to go into them, the one way she didn't mind doing it was to immediately plunge into a body of water...

On the other hand, as dumb as they'd looked on first glance, the toys in this room were pretty great, too... And, if Rita was busy looking after the others, it gave her a lot of alone time to enjoy herself, in more ways than one. 

"I'll do my very, very best!" she swore, mentally crossing her fingers, knowing she was going to do the exact opposite. After all, no matter how it looked, she was perfectly potty trained... Once she grew bored with this, or she knew camp was getting close to ending, it would be no problem at all to earn her way back up to Pull-Ups, and then her new panties...

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Or so she assumed. It was easy to lose track of the time like this, in her infantile haze. She'd been certain the baby toys would lose their appeal long before the end of camp, yet, to her surprise, when she heard they were going into their last week, it still hadn't happened.

She could wait a little longer, she thought at first. How long would it take to prove she was potty trained? She gave herself another day of babyhood, and then another, before, finally, she decided to buckle down and get to work.

Her first day was a bit of a wash... She started out fully intending to use the bathroom, but, before she knew it, she was engrossed in her blocks, and her diaper was wet. She wrote the day off after that, to try again the next, focusing as much as she could, knowing that she was running out of time now, that she might have put it off too long...

"There!" she declared, when she felt the need to pee, hopping up off the floor to go find Rita. By the time she was standing, her diaper was already starting to sag.

"Can I just try my Pull-Ups?" she begged Rita during her change. That had to be the problem... She felt too secure in her diapers, too safe knowing they were there, ready to hold all her accidents... As soon as she got back into her big girl panties, her training would snap back into place, but there was no way Rita would say yes to that, so she had to try for trainers first.

"Sweetie," Rita chuckled, "you can't really think you're ready for those, do you? I thought you'd given up and were just waiting until you were back with your Mommy to finish up your potty training."

"No!" Abbi pouted. There was absolutely no way that was going to happen... She wasn't going to let Irene see her in diapers, much less try to potty train her! What could she do, though? How could she convince Rita that she should be allowed to try, without admitting that she'd been potty trained to begin with, before she'd ever come here? "I promise, I'm going to try, really, really hard to keep them dry!"

"I've heard that before," Rita said, Abbi blushing, remembering the last time she'd made that promise.

"I-I will!" Abbi insisted. "I-I'll be better this time!"

Rita didn't look convinced, but, with a bit more begging, she gave in. "One more chance," she warned. "This is it, Abbi." 

"Uh-huh," Abbi agreed. "That's all I need!"

The Pull-Ups felt so thin after spending so long in diapers, so much less cushy and comfy... That was what she needed, though. She needed something that would remind her she wasn't in diapers, that she needed to make it to the toilet again, like the big girl she knew she was... That was all it should take...

But, of course, it wasn't. She didn't even notice it this time, not until she started to wonder why she hadn't needed to go in so long, and glanced down to see the designs faded from the crotch of her trainers. "No!" she squealed, pawing at them, as if that would bring the designs back, erase the wetness. "No, I'm not a baby!"

She was, though... She loved being a baby, maybe a little too much... She'd let herself get too wrapped up in it, and now there was no turning back, not before pick-up day.

Her last hope was that, in the flurry of activity on that final day, Rita wouldn't notice when she changed herself. She wanted to tear open that package of panties at last, but they were going to have to stay sealed, since there was no way she'd make it all the way home without an accident. Even a Pull-Up was risky, although she would have to trust it would hold out until they stopped, and she could change herself again. Once they were home, she could try to potty train herself before college started back up.

Even that didn't work, unfortunately. Rita poked her head in to check on her, and instantly spotted the change beneath the shorts Abbi was wearing... Or, more likely, the wet spot on them where her Pull-Ups had already leaked. "Come on, Abbi," she sighed. "I'm sure your Mommy won't be mad... You need your diapers."

"No, I don't!" Abbi stomped her foot. "I'm not a baby!" It felt like such a silly thing to say, after how she'd spent her summer, after the realization that was exactly what she did want to be... And it didn't convince Rita, who took her right to the changing table to put her back into a diaper, confining her to the playpen to keep her from trying that again, popping a pacifier into her mouth as she took the shorts to clean them up, leaving Abbi the way she'd spent most of her summer, in only a diaper and shirt.

And that was exactly where she was, and how she was dressed, when her step-mother arrived to pick her up. "I'm sorry about this," Rita apologized. 

Abbi gulped, staring up at Irene, sucking anxiously on her pacifier, not knowing what to do, what to say.

"What, exactly, happened here?" Irene asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Her shorts are in the dryer," Rita said, as if that explained everything. And, as far as she was concerned, thanks to all of Abbi's own lies, it did. "I know it's a little discouraging, seeing her back in diapers, especially with how well Bridget did with her training this summer, but sometimes kids just backslide... It's perfectly normal. I'm sure once she's back in her own home, she'll be back in Pull-Ups in no time."

Abbi squirmed, silently begging Irene not to say anything, not to inform Rita of how big of a backslide this really was for her. "Yes," her step-mother said after a long moment of silence. "I suppose you're right." From the look in her eye, however, Abbi suspected she was only agreeing to the part about it being normal, and not the idea that Abbi would be wearing Pull-Ups - much less panties - anytime soon.