The Sugar Baby (Chapter 26) (Patreon)

Chapter 26

Joanna: So you still can’t control it? When you pee?

Amber: I mean I can hold it, but barely and for a very short period of time. I was so confident that removing the watch would change everything back...so much so that I stopped wearing diapers the day I cut it off...that was a mistake. 

Joanna: So...does that mean I’m...stuck like this?

Amber didn’t want to respond. She looked at me with sad eyes, and I collapsed to my knees, crying. I don’t know why I never considered the long term consequences of this, or asked any questions. I was so caught up in the dollar amount that I didn’t bother, and now I was stuck in diapers. Forever. 

Amber: Wait…This might be a good thing Joanna.

Joanna: How is this a good thing?

Amber: No this, right now. You’re still in contact with him right? He doesn’t suspect anything is up?

Joanna: We spoke on the phone early, all is normal...why?

Amber: I say we confront him, together. 

I wiped tears from my eyes and looked at Amber, who was now crouched out my level. She had this determined look on her face a I knew she was thinking up something big. 

Joanna: How do you mean?

Amber: When you go back and meet him, tell me where you are. Hopefully somewhere public so he can’t escape without us making a scene. I come in, and we have a little chat about getting us our money and bladders to normal. 

It was a good idea, but part of me was still hesitant to believe how bad the situation actually was. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Daddy really still seemed like a nice guy to me. However I couldn’t argue the facts and everything Amber had experienced. We needed to do this. I looked up at Amber and nodded. She smiled, and stood up, then offered me her hand. I took it, and we walked back to the street. 

We were waving down a cab when I felt a grumbling in my stomach. I assumed the Chinese food had finally caught up to me, and I was about to feel the effects. After a minute a cab finally pulled up, and we got in. Amber told him both our addresses and he started driving. I was shifting uncomfortably, anticipating the coming mess. Amber took notice.

Amber: You Okay Jo?

I shook my head no. 

Amber: Are you going again?

Joanna: Not exactly…

Almost as if that was its cue, the massive mess slid out of me and filled my inner diaper. My nose crinkled up as it spread all the way throughout, filling every crevasse it could find. Being sat in the cab didn’t help, as sitting only made the spreading worse. Then came the flood of piss to follow, which just spread everything around even more. I will at full capacity for both diapers and boosters, thank God we were almost home. 

Amber smelt it, and took my hand. She looked at me with a smile that comforted, it was nice to have her there. She felt my pain. She’d been through the accidents and slipping control, maybe not to the extent I had but still...it was nice to relate. 

Cab Driver: My god, what is that smell? Did one of you shit themselves?

Amber and I held back a giggle. 

Cab Driver: I’m serious I’m not having another drunk bitch crap their pants in my cab alright? 

Amber winked at me and squeezed my hand. Her face went red, and it looked like she was…

Amber: Well how about two drunk bitches shitting themselves in your cab huh? First for everything!

We started laughing, and I couldn’t believe it. Amber shit herself too. She was a good friend. 

Cab Driver: That’s it, I’m pulling over and you're cleaning up any mess.

Amber: We both wear diapers buddy, there no mess.

Cab Driver: Diapers? How old are you girls?

I put my hand to my mouth and blushed with embarrassment.

Joanna: Amber!

Amber: What, we’re never going to see this guy again. Hey Cabbie hurry up and get me home I need to change my diaper!!

The driver was getting super uncomfortable, and I could tell he desperately wanted to pull over and let us out, but we were almost back at my house. He just rolled down the windows to let the smell out.

Joanna: Wait, what does your sugar daddy think of the diapers?

Amber: It doesn’t bother him. We aren’t sexual beyond I’ll sometimes do a little strip tease, but he knows about them and we talk openly about it.

Joanna: Wow he sounds great...can he add one more to his payroll? Ahaha

Amber: Ahaha no way back off my man girl!

We finally pulled up at the place I was staying, and I got out. 

Joanna: Thanks for tonight Amber, it was really great. 

Amber: And this week will be even better, keep in touch! 

Joanna: I will, bye bye!

I closed the cab door and watched as they drove off. My waist was so heavy from all the piss and shit filling my diaper, I hoped and prayed my mom would change me before bed. After scanning my card I walked into the room. Mom was still up, in bed watching something on her tablet. She looked up to me as I walked in and smirked.

Mom: Back so soon! I see your diapers held up...barely.

The diapers were pretty visible from the sundress now, the way the dress fell into my midsection made it pretty obvious. I started undressing and revealed the diapers true state. My mom almost seemed impressed.

Joanna: Could you change me now please?

She laughed.

Mom: Well I’m going to have to, aren’t I? That thing couldn’t take anymore and I don’t want you getting any of the motel sheets wet. 

I didn’t laugh, I just walked over to my bed and laid on my back, ready for the changing. At this point I had sobered up quite a bit. My conversations with Amber stuck with me, and no level of intoxication could take that away. Could there even be a way for Daddy to change us back? There better be.

Mom started changing me and I laid still, numb and deep in my thoughts about what I’d discovered tonight. She dumped baby powder by the bucket and put 3 diapers on me, hoping to get a reaction. But I didn’t even care. I just stood up, waddled to the washroom to clean up for bed, then went to bed and went to sleep. 

The next morning we were going to be traveling back, and I needed to plan the date with Daddy.

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