The Wedding (Part 3) (Patreon)

Go ahead, keep drinking up like you usually do. I know you want to forget all about this. Maybe if you don’t say anything, I’ll go away, is that what you think? Oh sweetie, you’ve got it all wrong.

Your step-mom asked me to watch over you tonight. She did! She doesn’t trust you very much, does she? She’s so worried you’re gonna embarrass her… little does she know, the only person you’re embarrassing is yourself. And I’m here to make sure of it.

Relax, all I mean is that I’m here to make sure you don’t leak through those Pull-Ups when you end up using it. Your step-mom is scared you’re gonna ruin that cute little outfit of yours, and have everyone here talking about you… again.

Those training pants don’t hold that much you see… you might need to be changed a few times tonight, so I’m gonna have to monitor you. It’s no big deal, I’ll just take you to the bathroom if you’re wet. Look, she even gave me a few spare pull-ups. Let me show you.

I have flowers and owl… or little hearts and butterflies.

Aren’t they adorable?

Hey, hey, don’t worry, no one’s looking our way. Besides what do you care if people know? Everyone already knows you peed your pants at christmas, so what’s the difference with them knowing you’re gonna pee yourself again tonight? At least they’ll think you were smart enough to protect yourself this time.

Okay, relax I’ll put them back in my purse. Geez. 

If I would’ve known you’d make a big fuss about changing your goodnites, I would’ve suggested putting you in thicker diapers and be done with it. You’re acting like such a baby. Wearing Pull-Ups is a privilege, you have to be mature enough for them, understand you have a problem and be honest when you have an accident.

If you’re being such a baby about it, how can I trust you to tell me if you go potty in your pull-ups? Hmm? Or are you gonna be too embarrassed to ask for a change?

You’re giving me no choice. I was gonna let you be a grown-up about it, but it looks like I’m gonna have to keep checking you the whole night, every hour you’re gonna have to show me those Pull-Ups so I can see for myself if they’re wet or not. I can’t trust your word on it anymore. 

Nope, too late. You can go cry to your step-mommy about it, I’m sure she’d agree with me. What else are you gonna do? We’re at your sister’s wedding... in the middle of nowhere… You can’t even drive and your step-mom has your hotel key. Are you gonna run away from me all night? Then you’re just telling me I’m gonna have to ask for more help to chase you down. I’m sure a few maids of honor would love to play babysitter with me.

So go ahead, try to avoid me. I’ll start spreading the word that you got yourself too drunk again and threatened to drive. We’ll see how fast everyone tries to hold you down. Who do you think they’ll believe? Me, whom everybody trusts to babysit their kids. Or you, whom nobody trusts to even keep your pants dry.

Aww, you’re trapped aren’t you? Well you better behave because I’m your only chance at keeping your little secret between you and me. 

What happened, cat got your tongue? You’re not so loud now are you? 

Uh oh… did you have an accident? Did I really scare you into peeing yourself?
I bet I did.

No? Show me. I want to see your pull-ups.

Yes, right now. I don’t care that there’s people around. No one’s paying attention

We’re not going anywhere, we’ll do it here. The longer you take, the more embarrassing it’ll be. If you don’t do it your way I’ll make you stand up and then people might stare.

You know what? The fact that you don’t want to show me makes me think you have something to hide. You did it, didn’t you? After all that tough talk, you went tinkle in your training pants. Maybe you do deserve diapers. I wouldn’t have to check you so often, you could just sit in it like you obviously want to.

Stop lying and show me if you’re all that confident you’re still dry.

Hmm.. still feels dry to me. Let me check inside though.

Ha-ha! It’s a little damp in there. Did you let go a few drops? Did you tinkle just a little? That’s what pull-ups are for silly, so you don’t wet your panties.

Oh it’s just sweat, is it? I think you’re fibbing me. Don’t forget I used to wear these, so I know what it feels like. So why are you lying to me? I know you peed a little bit in your Goodnites… and that’s okay. As a matter of fact, I want you to do it again, right now.

Here’s the deal : If you do as I say, we’ll go to the bathroom and change you discreetly. I won’t tell anyone about it. If you don’t… we’ll just wait until you do have an accident, and believe me, I’ll make sure you will. Then we’ll go together tell your step-mom and you know what the consequences will be.

I’m sure she has a lot of different punishments in mind for you. I hear she might have a nice diaper pack waiting for you upstairs in your hotel room for night-time. She might want to put you in one of those with your jammies and come back down to the party for your beddie-byes, how does that sound?

You don’t want that, do you? Then piss yourself, little one.

Here, I’ll put my hand right on your crotch to help you.

Go on. Show me what a big baby you are. Show me we were right to put you in Pull-Ups because you’re clearly not ready for grown up underwear.

Go ahead. Do it.

Let go in your training pants, you’ll see, you’ll feel much better once you realize I’m right and accept your fate as a diapered little one. No more grown up worries about making it to the bathroom on time. Prove to me that you deserve to be in diapers. Wet yourself. 

You don’t have to fight it anymore. You don’t have to be an adult anymore, I’m the one in charge. I will change you and you’ll be nice and dry. Do it.

Yes… That’s right. I can feel it. Now put your thumb in your mouth. Suck on it. 

That’s a good baby. Don’t cry, it’s okay… it’s nothing to be ashamed of. It was expected of you all along. That’s exactly why you’re wearing Pull-Ups, for little accidents like these.

Now you tell me, are we gonna do this all night? Wetting your training pants and changing into a new one, pretending next time will be different… or should we go upstairs and get you in a nice, comfy diaper for the rest of the evening? 

I think the answer is obvious.