Wet American Summer (Chapter 32) (Patreon)

My thumb immediately popped out of my mouth and I began yelling. I was furious, standing in my wet and mushy Pull-Up, overalls down to my knees, tears filling my eyes.

Ashley: Did you just see that?! Did you see what she did?

Casey: Calm down sweetie…

Ashley: Calm down? What the fuck Frankie?! I’m gonna kill her. FRANKIE?!

I started marching across the living room towards the stairs. 

Sally : What is going on here?

I froze. Casey stared at me dead serious and whispered:
‘’Don’t say anything and I give you your phone back.’’

She dangled my cellphone in front of her to show me she was serious.

Sally: Ashley, what did you do?

Ashley : I… don’t even want to explain.

Sally: I’m sure you don’t Missy… Look at this, the wetness indicator is gone, Casey did you see this? Did you…

She stopped speaking and at that moment I could see she was genuinely shocked.

Sally: Oh my god Ashley... did you mess that diaper? 

I looked down at my butt with apprehension. To be honest, it did look very much that way. The back padding of my Huggies had expanded to make way for the mass of cereal stuck to my butt. And yes, it was as disgusting as it sounds.

Sally: Casey what did I tell you, I can’t deal with this anymore. She’s an overgrown baby! She just pooped  in that… in those... training pants you wanted her to wear. Honestly, what would you do in my place? She’s trying to paint me as a villain, yet everytime I come in here she’s found a new way of disgracing herself. Wetting the bed, peeing her pants and then when we put her in diapers it’s accidents every day and now… this. I’m fed up with it, you understand young lady?

Casey: I should’ve listened to you Madam, it was my mistake for thinking she could wear Pull-Ups today. I should’ve been more careful.

Ashley: What?!

Her eyes widened as she signaled me to stay quiet as Sally exploded in an outburst of fury. There was no stopping her. Her face was red from rage, her veins popping in her neck. 

Sally: You want to make a mess? You want to pee and poop yourself? Be my guest, but it won’t be on my carpets, it won’t be on my furniture and it certainly won’t be in my grand children’s training pants. I won’t humor you any longer by allowing you to act as if you’re making any effort to use the toilet like an adult. Even my youngest grandchildren don’t do what you’ve just done Ashley, do you realize that? From now on it’s diapers only for you around this house. No more privileges. You want to be a baby? You want to soil your Pampers? If I wasn’t disgusted by that thing you have on I would give you a hard spanking this instant young lady. This is… inconceivable, really. You are literally feet away from a bathroom, so don’t you dare tell me it was an accident, I don’t believe you anymore.

There was no stopping her. She was spewing her venom at me vehemently while I was refraining to keep doing the potty dance. There was no way I would further humiliate myself by leaking through these Pull-Ups in front of her.

I imagined myself for once second, if I decided to say ‘’fuck it’’ and lose control on the spot while I was being yelled at like a dog. I imagined Sally would stop speaking all of a sudden as she’d notice I’d be filling up my Pull-Up. What would she do? If she saw me wet myself like the dumb baby she really thinks I am. What would she do if the training pants couldn’t hold it all and they started leaking down my legs onto the floor? Warm streams of pee soaking up my overalls and my socks, then the living room carpet. What would she do?

Sally: Do you hear me young lady?!

Before I could answer, Casey grabbed me by the hand as she lifted up my jean overalls from between my thighs all the way to cover my padded butt. I was grateful I wouldn’t have to waddle through the house with the pants tangled around my knees, but at the same time I knew that hiding them also meant confirmed the nature of this ‘’accident’’ in the eyes of Sally. I wouldn’t be able to prove it wasn’t true if I didn’t speak up now, but what good would it do me at this point? Would Sally really take the time to peak inside my Pull-Up to see it wasn’t what she thought it was? The way she covered her mouth and nose with her fingers made me think otherwise.

Casey: I’m so sorry Madam, I’ll take care of it right away. 

Sally: Get her away, I don’t want her to come near me with this thing on.

Casey: Of course. Come Ashley, let’s get you changed.

Sally: And no more Pull-Ups. I swear if I had some plastic pants you’d be in them with the thickest diaper I could find to make sure you don’t do any more damage. 19 years old… messing herself in a diaper. You’re a disgrace. 

Casey pushed me forward and dragged me down the stairs, holding on the straps of my overalls, keeping them up for me. The wet and mushy Pull-Ups squished on my butt under the jeans. The padding had absorbed everything. All the liquid at least. For all intents and purposes it was as if I did pee and mess myself. The feeling was the same, the humiliation was the same and the result was the same. 

I looked at the bathroom as we passed by it. The door was closed. I really did have to pee. I tried to force the pace towards it, but Casey was having none of it. She was holding on to me firmly and carried me around like a naughty little girl. Before we entered my room, she even gave my full Pull-Up a pat, squeezing the mess on my bum. I frowned at her and attempted to push back. 

Ashley: I need to go, I did my part of the game.

Casey: You’ll have your phone, don’t worry.

Casey slid my pants back down to my ankles, exposing my childish my wet trainers as I stepped out of the overalls.

Ashley: You are not diapering me while I still have to pee Casey!

I finally broke free and toddled towards the end of the hall in my squishy Pull-Up. Casey watched me, arms crossed as I reached the doorknob and got ahold of it.

It was locked. Someone was in there. Then I remembered Frankie running down the stairs. The fucking pest, she could never give me a break. I was about to burst, in every sense of the word. I was about to wet myself for real and to bust this door open.

I knew it wouldn’t serve me though and I knew Frankie would never let me in, so I had to climb the stairs back up, possibly run into Sally again and use the upstairs bathroom. 

I was preparing myself mentally, looking down at my underwear. The wetness indicator had indeed faded, there must’ve been a dark spot through the white padding on the bum, but I dared not confirm my assumption. 

Casey sensed my hesitation:
‘’Is this how you want to go back up there? Come on Ashley, you know better than this. Do you hear that? That’s the sound of your little cousins coming back home for their snack.’’

There was actually people up there, I could hear them laughing and running around. 

Casey: You know what’s gonna happen now, don’t you? They’re gonna come down here to wash their hands or get their toys. Is this what you want them to see? Big cousin Ashley, in one of their night time Pull-Ups… one that looks very full, too.’’

I heard their steps coming closer and my heart was beating faster. What could I do, really?