The Sugar Baby (Chapter 28) (Patreon)

 Chapter 28

I started thinking more about tonight, about ways I could get Amber to where I was without Daddy to get suspicious. I figured I could just text her, but he might ask me who I was talking to or worse, ask to see my phone. Also, his watch could be connected to my phone, so he could have some high tech way of knowing what I was saying...but that would also mean he should already know. Amber didn’t seem to be worried about any phone tapping, but I couldn’t be too sure. That was when I remembered you could share your location with a friend using the iPhone, so I started looking into how to set that up, and before I knew it we were at our first stop. 

It was a gas station, so my mom pulled up to the pumps and we both got out. My diaper hung low in my sweatpants, and I could hear the wet squish and crinkling as I walked to the back of the car. I must’ve looked very suspicious as I glanced around before opening the trunk, quickly grabbing the baby powder and a diaper out of the packaging, covering them with a jacket and throwing them under my arm. With haste I closed the trunk and walked straight to the bathroom, my head down so to not make eye contact with anyone.

Thankful, this bathroom didn't have a line; unfortunately it was a bathroom with multiple stalls. When I walked in, three out of the four stalls were taken, and the one closest to the door was open. Before locking myself in, I realized that it was going to be tough to change in such a tight stall without having my diaper fall to the floor, in plain view of anyone in the bathroom or worse, anyone walking by the open bathroom door. 

I cautiously closed the stall door behind me, laid my new diaper down on the back of the toilet, dropped my pants and sat down on the toilet like I would as a normal, non-diaper wearing young adult. As I sat down though, the diaper crinkled louder than I’d ever heard it before. My whole body clenched and attempted to remain still and quiet for a few moments, my heart beating rapidly. 

Once I felt enough time had passed, I looked down at my diaper dreadfully. The bathroom was dead quiet. Not a single one of the three other women in here with me were doing anything. Not moving, not peeing, nothing. Just sitting, and well maybe shitting, but still. Dead silence. I bit my lip and slowly put my fingers on the first tab, and started to gradually peel it off. After managing to pull it off halfway I stopped again. The pull of the sticky tabs made a ripping noise that echoed through the whole bathroom. My foot started tapping on the floor, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then yanked. 

After a moment, I opened one eye, then the other, and let go of my breath. One tab off, only three more to go. Now that the first one was off though, my confidence getting the other two off was high. I ripped them like tearing off a bandaid, quickly one after the other. 

Eventually, I was completely free. After a sigh of relief I heard one of the ladies get up and flush. Without a moment's notice, I realized the flushing was my covering noise, so I threw off the diaper and unfolded the new one in lightning speed. The flushing sounds faded and I had been able to get my new diaper underneath me. I pulled down some toilet paper and wiped around my crotch, getting rid of any residual pee on my skin, then liberally applied the baby powder. I turned around to put the baby powder on top of the toilet when the worst thing imaginable happened.

I knocked my dirty diaper to the floor.

With a heavy and wet SPLAT it hit the ground, and everything went quiet. My heart was racing, the butterflies in my stomach going crazy, and I didn’t move a muscle. In hindsight, I should’ve just picked it up as soon as it hit the floor, instead of letting it sit there in view of everyone in the bathroom. The lady that had left the stall had finished washing her hands when it hit the ground, and I saw her turn, look, then slowly leave. 

I reached down slowly and grabbed the diaper, being careful to not draw further attention (even though I assumed everyone in here had already seen it). Then I taped myself up, pulled up my sweatpants and left the stall. I made sure to flush, quickly walk over to the garbage and toss the diaper, then washed my hands to give the illusion I had peed. As I was washing my hands, the other two ladies left the stalls.

I had just put soap on my hands and was trying to wash it off, so I couldn’t avoid them seeing me at the sink. They both walked up, started washing their hands, looked at me, and held back a laugh. I was so close to crying, or screaming, or something emotional, but I bottled it in and cleaned my hands, avoiding eye contact like they were both Medusa. 

When I was finished I quickly dried my hands, and practically ran out of there. Those girls definitely knew, and probably heard the crinkling coming from my butt as I ran out the bathroom. 

As I got outside, I could see my mom had finished filling up the car and was parked away from the pumps, so I walked over to her. She was leaning against the car looking really annoyed, so I just looked to the ground and walked around to my side of the car. Before I could get in though, she stopped me.

Mom: Joanna?

Joanna: Yeah?

Mom: Who the fuck is “Daddy”?

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