TLOU Ellie's Swim Test (Patreon)

This story takes place in a world where TLOU 2 didn't happen but neither did potty training for Ellie. All characters represented are over the age of 18.

“Hey kid, I know it’s the end of the world an’ all, but you’re twenty years old. Don’t you think it’s time to give swimming another try?” Joel asked, pointing to the slow-moving river the pair were passing by.

Ellie stopped in her tracks, turning to Joel with a sour look on her face, unable to believe the suggestion. “I don’t even have any swimming gear. You want me just to jump in and soak my clothes? Seems pretty dumb to me.”

Joel scoffed, “Oh, like I ain’t guided us through all kinds of flooded basements in my jeans. It ain’t that bad, they’ll dry with enough time. Besides, ya got that thing on, might as well see what it’ll do in the water. Maybe it’ll act as a flotation device.”

The thing Joel was referring to was Ellie’s diaper, a thick disposable that she required a near-constant supply of. Whether out of stubbornness or an inability, she’d never finished potty training, making it a requirement if she wanted to make it through the day without ruining a pair of pants. So they scavenged, tracking down any and all adult diapers they could find.

“Yeah, testing to see if they float seems like a great use of my limited resource of diapers.” she replied, rolling her eyes heavily.

Joel however seemed to take that as a challenge because the next thing Ellie felt was a hand against her shoulder. Suddenly she was falling towards the river.

“Hey, fuck!” Ellie called, spinning her arms in the air in an attempt to slow her descent toward the water. She landed with a splash. Instantly Ellie gulped for air, fearing that her inability to swim might be the end of her. Then her hands hit the bottom of the body of water, then her knees. All four limbs came to rest on the floor of soft river mud with her upper torso jutting comfortably out of the water. At no point did her head even go under the water.

Above her Joel laughed, practically howling his head off at her predicament. “Well c’mon kid doggy paddle! Let’s see if you can swim!”

Ellie glowered at him, irritated now that she realized she wasn’t in danger of drowning anymore. Her annoyance however couldn’t stop the flow of water that was sneaking past the denim jeans she was wearing from pouring into the leg holes of her pants. The river water worked fast in causing Ellie’s diaper to swell, soaking the padding and forcing its plastic exterior against the fabric of her jeans.

“What the shit Joel!?” Ellie yelled, pulling herself from the water to the bank. She stood there for a long moment appreciating just how full her diaper had gotten from the liquid because it looked as though somebody had stuffed a beach ball down her pants. It was all packed so tightly against her too.

Cringing at the feeling of her wet clothes Ellie pulled off her jeans, allowing the diaper room to move. “I hope you know I’m extremely pissed about this…” she groaned, pulling at the waistband of her diaper to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere.

The crotch sagged heavily, nearly reaching the middle of her thigh from how heavy it’d become.

She took an exploratory step forward and was unsurprised to find her gait intensely affected by all the new weight in her padding. Even more unfortunate was that she didn’t have a change in her pack. She’d left them all back in her room.

“Ugh, what a pain.” Ellie groaned, waddling her way up to Joel.

She wanted to get back at him but couldn’t decide how until she got closer and a devious idea struck her. With so much water inside the diaper, it likely couldn’t hold much else.

Before Joel could utter a single word of apology Ellie squatted down in front of him and bore down with everything she had. Despite her lack of potty training, if Ellie really needed to she could force an “accident” in her diaper to prove a point—which was exactly what she wanted out of this moment.

Her efforts yielded a warm splash of urine counteracting the cold river water with its intense heat. However, because her padding was so soaked there was no absorbency left, the hot pee leaking past her diaper’s leak guards and down her legs, snaking over her smooth skin in yellow rivulets of acrid-smelling liquid and pooling at her feet.

Her intention was to piss on Joel’s shoes a little, making him regret wasting one of her precious diapers for his dumb joke, and the look on his face was mostly worth it. However, halfway through her wetting a cramp hit her stomach, making her realize she was still pushing—and hard.

A hard log of waste forced its way out of Ellie’s body, coiling in the soaked padding of her diaper and dragging the seat down even further, almost bringing it to her knees at its lowest point.

Ellie groaned, squatting deeper as her body evacuated itself violently into the dripping diaper that was so much further beyond capacity than she ever thought possible. Her body trembled from the exertion of her accident, emphasizing just how much she was filling her diaper.

When she finished she stood up shakily, her body feeling exhausted from what she’d just put it through. Closing her thighs proved to be an impossible task as the massive bulk refused to compress between them. It was a heavy mass of mushy gunk that was essentially acting as a spreader.

She took a step and then another. Joel watched her until he felt like she had a handle on moving, then they resumed traveling.

“I ain’t changin’ that when we get back,” he said.

“When have you ever, old-timer? I'm a big girl, I can change my own diaper.”

“Right, a big girl,” he grumbled, continuing on the way they were going.

“Bet next time you’ll think twice before pushing me into a river,” Ellie joked.

“Least keep my boots out of your splash zone.”