The Summer of Shelby - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Shelby squirmed, feeling the bulk of her diaper beneath her, her heart racing a bit faster as the car began to move, to pull away. The whole situation was nerve-wracking, if she thought about it too much, and yet...

This had always been a fantasy of hers. Getting strapped into a car seat in a thick diaper, driven off somewhere by her babysitter, who knew what was best for her, who was in complete control of her. Probably, she'd had this exact daydream about Felicia, specifically, at some point, never dared to think it might actually happen.

Still, having it happen in reality, going out in public in her cutesy t-shirt, Velcro sneakers, diaper surely peeking out from her shorts, unless she was very careful to keep that from happening, was a lot. But every sip of her bottle made her a little calmer, reminded her that she was just a little baby, and her sitter was going to look after her, even if her bladder had already been full well before she started to drink her latest round of juice.

She chilled out enough that her anxiety was soon replaced with a mischievous thrill. She hadn't confessed to Felicia had badly she needed to pee - not that it would make any difference, due to her rules - and fidgeting there in the back seat, feeling the urge growing, awakened a new fantasy, a new little persona. Telling her cool, older babysitter that she had to go potty was so embarrassing... And that was why she was impossible to potty train. Even when she knew she had to go, she was far too shy to say anything, thinking she could handle it herself until, inevitably, she always wet her pants and proved what a silly baby she was.

For her to have an accident right here in the car, right under Felicia's nose, essentially, and have Felicia discover it only later, when they stopped... Butterflies fluttered in her tummy as she imagined it, happily nursing the bottle's nipple. She'd have to tell her Mommy and Daddy, and they'd be so disappointed in her they'd buy her some more diapers, all but giving up on the idea of getting her into Pull-Ups anytime soon, much less big girl panties...

The excitement over her daydream only grew as she realized there was a chance she'd mess herself today, too, that, finally, she wouldn't be able to get out of it. Her belly was already full from the oatmeal Felicia had fed her, was starting to ache ever-so-slightly. At this rate, it could happen at nap time, while she was right in the middle of daycare, tucked in on her sleep mat, too afraid she'd get in trouble if she got up early, mortified that she hadn't been able to work up the courage when Felicia was getting her ready to just speak up, let herself be taken to the potty. That would have been humiliating, sure, but wouldn't it have been better than this?!

The sound of crinkling brought her back to reality, seeing Felicia glancing back at her in the mirror, clearly having noticed how much she was squirming. She blushed, doing her best to sit still, knowing that, as fun as her fantasies were, she was about to experience something even better - reality.

It was almost a disappointment that she hadn't wet herself by the time they arrived at the daycare, but it felt like cheating to do it on purpose. Felicia didn't check her anyway, though, unbuckling her and lifting her down, taking her by the hand. "You ready?" she asked, Shelby gulping, nodding, toddling down the sidewalk beside her babysitter, soon to be her daycare teacher.

Or so she assumed. She stayed silent as Felicia said hello to the receptionist, waving bashfully on command, worried for a moment that the woman would question her being there, would see through her disguise, but she didn't appear to think she was out of place at all, to Shelby's delight.

As they made their way down the hall, however, her luck ran out. "Hey, Felicia!" an unfamiliar voice called out. 

Shelby blushed as Felicia stopped, turned around, leaving her no choice but to do the same, as she was still clinging desperately to the older girl's hand. "Oh, hey, Crystal," Felicia replied to the new girl, around her age. "This is Shelby! She's new here! Wave hi, Shelbs!" Shelby dutifully raised her hand. "This is Miss Crystal," Felicia told her. "She's a substitute teacher here, like me."

"Hi, Shelby!" Crystal cooed, bending down slightly, smiling at her. "Are you going to be in my class, sweetie?"

Shelby's eyes widened slightly before she could help it, head snapping over to look at Felicia. "No, afraid not," Felicia chuckled, rubbing Shelby's back soothingly. "She's all mine!"

"What are you talking about?" Crystal frowned. "She's too old to be in your class."

The butterflies returned to Shelby's stomach, more frantic this time, genuinely nervous. Did Crystal see through her? Did she know the truth?! She wanted to try to explain things, or to apologize and get out of here, but the rules forbid her from talking like a big girl... And, as a little one, she was far too intimidated to even open her mouth right now.

"Oh," Felicia spoke up for her, "well, she's still in diapers," Shelby blushed at the words, as she saw Crystal glance at her, as if to confirm it, "so she'd probably be better off with me."

"Nonsense," Crystal said. "You're just trying to hog all the cute ones for yourself! But she definitely belongs in my class, so you can't have her!" She giggled, teasing, however, at the same time, she did appear to mean it, taking Shelby's other hand. "Don't worry, I can help potty train her."

Shelby whimpered, staring up at Felicia, silently begging her to do something... What could she do, though, without blowing their cover? If Crystal was accepting Shelby as the right age for any classroom here, that was a win... Trying to pretend she was any younger, particularly young enough to be in Felicia's classroom, with the very youngest kids, might make her start to question if she ought to be there at all. Shelby's heart stopped for a moment as she felt Felicia's hand let go of hers, as she looked up at her babysitter, saw her give a tiny shrug, an apologetic smile. "It's okay, Shelby," she told her. "Miss Crystal is a very good teacher... She'll take care of you."

"B-But...!" Shelby squeaked, Crystal giving her hand a light tug, pulling her away from Felicia. The hallway suddenly felt so much bigger, so much more intimidating, and she did her best to suppress her waddle as she walked beside Crystal, as she began to see some of the older kids heading in the same direction as them.

She might, she realized with dread, be the only person in diapers in this part of the daycare. It seemed like everyone else was school-aged, that this was some special summer program for older kids who otherwise might otherwise not be here during the day, but might get dropped off here in the afternoons, waiting for their parents to get off work.

Shelby nibbled her bottom lip, feeling the mounting pressure in her bladder. A part of her wanted to ask Crystal to let her stop by the bathroom, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, to tell her what she needed, and, even if she could have, she knew that was against Felicia's rules. Maybe, in this case, she would have made an exception... 

She didn't want to risk it, however, not knowing if Crystal would say anything to Felicia about it or not, if perhaps she'd brag that she had, indeed, helped Shelby with her potty training. Probably she would, since she believed she was being trained, so Felicia could let her parents know. And whether she would or not, the thought of Crystal taking her into the bathroom, helping her out of her diaper and up onto the toilet... That would be far, far too embarrassing. She didn't even know Crystal!

"It's okay, Shelby," Crystal said, giving her hand a squeeze. "You don't have to be scared."

Shelby blushed, realizing that she was shaking slightly. She nodded, but didn't actually feel any less scared as Crystal led her into the classroom, bringing her up to the front and instructing, "Go on, introduce yourself, dear." Shelby stared at her, wide-eyed, like a deer in headlights. "Tell them your name and age," Crystal prompted.

The class was fairly small, thankfully, yet as soon as Crystal let go of her hand, leaving her up there all alone in front of them, she could feel herself quivering again, terrified, overcome with fright, not least of all because her bladder was beginning to feel, now, like it was about to burst, like she was about to wet her pants right in front of the whole classroom.

She almost felt like she was going to black out from the embarrassment, perhaps did for a moment or two, not knowing what to do. "Name and age," Crystal prompted, gently breaking her out of it.

"I-I'm Shelby," she stammered. "I-I'm eighte... I'm eight." Her blush deepened at her near slip-up, as how ridiculous it seemed to claim to be so much younger than she really was, certain nobody would buy it. 

If they didn't, they did nothing to show it. "Very good," Crystal complimented. "Now, why don't you sit right up here in front, okay?"

She nodded mutely, tugging at her shirt, wondering if anyone had spotted her diaper, feeling like it was practically bursting out from under her shorts, it seemed so thick, suddenly, wondering if Crystal was having her sit there so she could keep an eye on her for potty training purposes.

As soon as she sat down, she realized it was already too late for that. She let out a tiny gasp, feeling a squish under her; she actually had wet herself while she'd been standing there! It was only a little, just a dribble, she suspected, yet it was enough that she could feel it, that Crystal, if she'd checked her diaper, would likely notice it.

She glanced behind herself, paranoid, hearing some girls behind her start to giggle, praying that it wasn't at her, that they didn't know what she was wearing, what she had done in them.

And her bladder was still very full, had barely alleviated any pressure with the trickle it had released. It was very possible, it dawned on her, that her fantasy was going to come true, that she might have a full-on accident, soaking her diaper completely, because she was too shy to speak up, to say anything to her caretaker... And now, that caretaker wasn't Felicia, wasn't someone who was in on it, who had made the rules, though she probably would report it to Felicia, just like she would have if she'd succeeded in making it to the potty, which seemed less and less likely with every passing second as she squirmed at her desk in her soggy diaper. The most she could hope for now, she thought with a blush, was that none of her classmates would find out.