Jennifer’s diapered vacation
Hey all, here’s a short sneak peak of an unedited part of the first chapter for a new story I’m working on. So far I’ve written about 5,000 words, but I’ll just post a short section for today while I continue to work on the rest. The story will contain female desperation, wetting, humiliation and diapers. 18+
“No one will even notice Jennifer.” Jennifer’s mother said, obviously exasperated. “This is not up for discussion. You will wear them.”
Jennifer stood with her arms crossed defiantly, eyes red-rimmed. This wasn’t how this vacation was supposed to go at all.
“This isn’t fair.” Jennifer yelled, stomping her foot. “I won’t do it.”
“Jennifer…” Jennifer’s mother held up a finger, her voice gaining an edge. “Don’t you take that tone with me. You will do as you’re told.”
“I won’t do it!” Jennifer repeated. “You can’t make me.” This was the worst. Just because she occasionally had accidents at night, her mother wanted her to wear diapers. It basically never happened anymore. Her mother was just overreacting. The worst part was that Jennifer’s sister, Sarah, was watching the whole exchange. Sarah was only one year older than Jennifer, and she was so stuck up. She always had to act like she was in charge, when really she was just a whiny little kid at heart. “Make Sarah wear them, she’s the real baby of the family.”
“That’s it!” Jennifer’s mother snapped. “I warned you.” Jennifer half expected her mother to flip her over for a spanking then and there, but instead her mother stalked out of the room without another word.
“Why won’t you just do what she says?” Sarah asked. Definitely stuck up. “If you just listen, then she wouldn’t be so hard on you.”
“Shut up!” Jennifer snapped at her sister. “You’re just jealous that I’m so much prettier than you are.”
Sarah just shook her head and walked away.
Jennifer sat down, waiting for her mother to storm back into the room and start arguing all over again. Nothing happened. They were supposed to be leaving soon, and Jennifer started to wonder if her family was going to leave her behind. Would they really do it? They had all been looking forward to this trip for months, they wouldn’t actually leave her out, all over a diaper, would they? Jennifer started to get nervous, and finally she ran out of her room and into the living room. Her family was still there. Her sister sat reading a book, and her parents were softly talking to each other.
Jennifer waited for the storm that never came. Surely her mother had talked to her dad, and the yelling would start all over again. Instead, no one even mentioned the argument that had been raging mere minutes before. Jennifer even allowed herself to hope that maybe her mom had changed her mind. No luck. Once all the bags were loaded in the car, Jennifer’s mother very calmly asked if Jennifer was going to get changed, or if she needed someone to do it for her.
With all the scowling and eye-rolling she could manage, Jennifer went to the bathroom and replaced her white lace thong with a pair of pink and purple patterned pull-ups. Just because it was going to be a long car ride, apparently no one trusted her to not piss all over herself. It was ridiculous. Wearing them to bed was already bad enough, but during the day like this was simply absurd. Jennifer contemplated not wearing them, but her mother had sounded serious about changing Jennifer herself if necessary. Pulling her yoga pants back up over the diaper, Jennifer left the bathroom. She was stopped at the front door by her mother, who pulled Jennifer’s waistband down enough to confirm what she was wearing underneath. No one trusted Jennifer; it was completely unfair.
Jennifer stood in front of the whole class. She tried to stifle her sniffles as everyone else laughed. There were faces she recognized in the crowd. Her sister, her ex-boyfriend, there was even the boy she had a crush on in the first grade. It was strange, Jennifer hadn’t seen the boy in more than 10 years, but for some reason she was sure it was him. She couldn’t bring herself to move as the teacher addressed the whole class.
“It looks like Miss Jennifer couldn’t quite make it to the potty.” Mrs. Barnes said. It was true. Jennifer plucked at the uncomfortable wet fabric that was sticking to her legs. A huge wet spot stained the front of her white pants.
“No,” Jennifer tried to deny it. “I just…spilled something. That’s all.”
“Oh dear,” Mrs. Barnes didn’t sound the least bit empathetic. “Wetting yourself and lying. You are a naughty little girl, aren’t you? Why don’t you try telling the truth for once?”
“I wet myself.” Jennifer said. Her eyes went wide. That wasn’t what she had meant to say at all. It felt like the truth was being dragged out of her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. “I thought I could hold it, and I was too embarrassed to ask to leave, but I couldn’t hold it anymore.”
“That’s more like it.” Mrs. Barnes said with a nod. “Is there anything else you would like to get off your chest?”
Jennifer wanted to scream ‘No there isn’t you sadistic bitch.’ Instead, words poured uncontrollably out of her mouth.
“I was the only girl wearing diapers at a sleepover when I was nine. I assumed everyone else still wet the bed sometimes, but they all teased me when they found out I still needed diapers.” Jennifer admitted, blushing at the memory. She looked down to find that she was wearing her pink unicorn pajamas. There was an obvious stain down one leg where her pampers had leaked.
“And?” Mrs. Barnes prompted.
“I wet myself at my aunt’s wedding when I was twelve. I was the flower girl, and I ruined my dress. My mom put me back in diapers for a month after that.” Jennifer said, unable to stop herself. Her entire family had witnessed that accident, and they still brought it up sometimes during family reunions. Jennifer was wearing a formal white dress, with a huge damp spot on the back. No matter how hard she tried, Jennifer couldn’t tug the hem of the dress down below the two diapers her mother had taped her into.
“Surely there’s more you would like to share?” Mrs. Barnes asked with an evil smile. Jennifer shook with fear.
“No,” Jennifer begged. “Please, no more.”
“No?” Mrs. Barnes sounded amused. “Does that mean you don’t want to tell the story of the time you fell asleep in the car during a family vacation?” Jennifer’s clothes were back to normal. Her grey yoga pants were doing their best to hide the bulge of a thick diaper around her waist. She usually only wore them to bed, so Jennifer didn’t usually need to worry about hiding her diapers under her clothes. Mrs. Barnes continued. “You were so insistent that you didn’t need to wear diapers anymore, but what is the first thing you do on vacation?” Jennifer felt her bladder give way. She could only watch as her diaper ballooned outward, forcing her legs apart, and leaking waterfalls down both of her legs, forming a puddle on the tile floor. “I can’t remember what happens next.” Mrs. Barnes sounded pensive. “I wonder how your family will react. Your mother is quite cross with you. I suppose there’s only one way to find out.” The last thing Jennifer saw was a cruel smile cross the older woman’s lips.
Jennifer jerked awake. Only her seat belt kept her from falling out of her seat. Her vision was blurry and her head felt fuzzy. Blearily, she blinked the sleep away. She knew there had been a dream, but the details were already fading away. Jennifer couldn’t remember what had startled her awake so violently.