The Sugar Baby (Chapter 15) (Patreon)

The drive was feeling especially long this time, and every minute that went by I got more and more nervous. We stopped at a Starbucks right before getting on the highway and my mom ordered my usual drink. I was so tired and desperate for caffeine, but at the same time scared to drink anything, especially coffee which usually goes right through me...and not just to my bladder.

However I didn’t really have any other choice than to act normal and hope my mom doesn’t pick up on my nerves. I started playing with the watch and noticed another change. The hydration alarms that reminded me to drink every so often were now replaced with a meter that said “Daily hydration goal”. So at least I didn’t have to worry about drinking all the time, just had to reach my daily goal by the end of the day. I drank my coffee and watched it go up, which was mildly amusing. 

By the time an hour had gone by I was really starting to get nervous about why I didn’t need to pee yet. I had finished my coffee and had some water, but still nothing. I know that Phase 2 had done something to me, but I still wasn’t sure the full effects of it.

However I think I had thought too soon, as out of nowhere a sharp pain came from my bladder and I hunched over.

Mom: You Okay Jo?

Joanna: Yeah I just really need to pee.

Mom: Okay, I could go too, we’ll stop up ahead.

Just like last night, my bladder went from no feeling to needing to go ASAP. Something was definitely messing with my body. I looked up ahead and saw the gas station. I could probably make it, sans a few leaks but...wait.

I couldn’t just, go in the toilet. I’m expected to use the goodnites, and the watch knows when I don’t which means Daddy knows when I don’t...but how do I get that passed my Mom?

We pulled up to the gas station and I was starting to leak uncontrollably, not the whole stream but a steady trickle was dripping into the padding of my training pants. I got out in a rush and went straight to the bathroom. I pushed on the door and…

Great, it was locked. 

My mom caught up with me by the bathroom and watched me do a very animated potty dance.

Mom: Wow you really do have to go! You better not wet yourself AGAIN Joanna.

Joanna: I’m trying not too Mom.

As I said that, I felt it. My muscles gave and the floodgates opened. Warm pee shot into my goodnite in a hurry to get out, and I felt every inch of padding start to expand. When it happened I stopped dancing and blushed, but remembered my mom couldn’t tell right away. I faked a pee pee dance right up until the doors opened and I could enter the gas station bathroom. 

After getting in I stripped off my sweatpants and kicked off my flip flops. I had a feeling it was going to, and sure enough I had taken off my pants just in time for the sides of the goodnite to start leaking out. I stood there in relief as pee trickled down the side of my legs, my goodnite sagging down with the weight of my accident. In a way it felt like I’d “made it”, since I didn’t get my pants wet...even though I just had a real accident in my training pants.

I started to wipe my legs down and came to an abrupt realization:

I had no idea how I was going to change.

The fresh goodnights were in the trunk of our car in my bag, buried beneath everything. I needed to get them out without anyone noticing.

I pulled up my pants over my inflated goodnite and washed my hands. When I opened the door my mom and another lady were waiting.

Mom: Looks like you made it without getting wet! Good girl Joanna!

Joanna: Mom stop, you’re embarrassing me. 

Mom: Aha you know I’m just teasing!

Joanna: Uh huh, can I have the keys?

Mom: Sure honey, I shouldn’t be long, I’ll meet you in the car.

This was my chance. If I could get to the car, get a goodnite, change and get rid of the other one in a minute...I’d be safe.

As soon as she got in the bathroom and closed the door, I ran to the car. My running was awkward and there was a consistent squishing sound with every stride, but I didn’t hesitate. I popped the trunk and started digging. It took me a few seconds but I felt the padding with my hand and pulled one out. I tossed everything back roughly in its place and closed the trunk. 

Now to change. I slid my hands down my pants and tore the sides of the goodnites. I felt them give, and the timer started. In broad daylight I pulled a dirty diaper from out of my sweatpants, and threw it to the side as quickly as possible. At this point I didn’t care who saw, as long as it wasn’t my mom. I didn’t even bother to powder, I just hopped in the car and got in my seat. 

I looked through the window and saw her. She was walking towards the car. Frantically I pushed off my pants, put both feet in and pulled up the goodnite, then quickly scrambled to cover back up with my sweats. Just when I managed to fully cover up, she was back at the car door. She crawled into her seat and looked at me. I was out of breath, and so scared she saw me. 

Mom: Ready to go? 

Joanna: Uh...yeah?

Mom: Off we go then!

She pulled out of the gas station and into we continued on our journey like nothing happened. I sighed with relief and sunk into my seat. That was too close, and it was only the first time needing to use and change my goodnites this weekend. Or even this car ride...

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