SubscribeStar Story: The Road Trip, Part 44

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Part 44

Dinner ended up being more awkward than the car ride.

I half expected Kate to pull some shit like finding a booster seat for my chair, or somehow getting our aunt to prepare me a more childish plate compared to what the rest of them were eating. Instead, it was objectively a normal meal with our aunt and cousins. My problem was the fact that I no longer had the partial solitude that the back seat had offered me before. I was sitting around the table with everyone else, still wearing diapers and dressed up like I was the youngest one in the room.

Before we had joined everyone in the kitchen to prepare our plates, Kate informed me that I hadn’t quite reached the quota she had given me. Since she was such a nice sister, however, she’d extend my time until the end of dinner. So, with Kate sitting across from me in case I needed a little nudge or reminder in the form of a fleeting expression meant just for me, I spent the whole meal smiling and giggling and continuing to talk like a bubbly valley girl.

It was doubly embarrassing since our Aunt Miranda knew my real age. Instead of talking about my major and my college experiences, like I would have preferred, I just kept up the act for the alleged ‘experiment’ Kate had told her she and were doing. I was absolutely demeaning myself in front of everyone, when I knew in the back of my head that I should just blurt out the truth and deal with the fallout. But I was in too deep. After everything I had done to save face, I would be even more humiliated if I did all that stuff for nothing.

As long and embarrassing as the meal felt, especially when Kate put the spotlight on me and I had to talk about my summer and my upcoming classes as if I really was her little sister, I was too busy playing my role to really pay attention to anything the others were talking about. I just ate what Kate had made a point to serve for me instead of letting me do it myself, and focused more on the quota and what I’d say to my sister the next time we were alone. Nothing else really mattered, as it’s not like we saw these relatives very often. And, the next time we did, I’d probably be blushing and avoiding them after this.

I kept waiting for our aunt to bail me out, especially when the twins started talking about camp, but she seemed to buy Kate’s story about why I was pretending to be so young. “You’re more than welcome to stay an extra week, Annie” she said, with a smile, “I’m sure I could sort things out with your mother.”

“I, umm-” There were a dozen excuses on the tip of my tongue. Even if I was supposed to be twelve, I could claim that I had summer reading, or plans with friends; there were plenty of simple summer activities I could remember from when I was younger. But a few seconds after I swallowed the last bit of bread on my plate, I felt a sudden cramp somewhere in my stomach. “Like . . . ” For a second, I considered food poisoning, but that took way longer after a meal to take effect.

Something must have shown on my face, since Luna asked, “You okay, Annie?”

Everyone’s attention had already been on me for the most part, but her question made me slightly blush as everyone paused to glance at me. “I’m fine,” I muttered. My words were followed by another small cramp and a bit of pressure somewhere in my bowels. Wait, what? I was a fairly regular girl, and I had never needed to go so quickly after a meal. Especially not since I had already gone earlier. And it’s not like dinner had been even remotely spicy. But it couldn’t be anything else, and it came on so quickly compared to what I was used to. “Like, can I be excused?” I asked. Normally I would simply get up and excuse myself for such a thing. This day had taken a toll, however, and sharing a somewhat formal meal with our relatives was different than having dinner at home.

Right away, Kate spoke up. “Don’t be rude, Annie. Not everyone has finished eating yet.” If I had to guess, she was simply being difficult for the sake of being difficult. Jumping on an opportunity to make me look immature.

Thankfully, not everyone was on her page. Aunt Miranda seemed to recognize that this wasn’t me just asking to leave the table because I was bored or didn’t want to sit around talking until everyone was done. Ever the parent, she said, “Go on, Annie. But come back, okay?” Permission, but also making sure that I was only stepping away temporarily.

I honestly didn’t care. Hopping up from my chair right away, it took everything in my power to walk normally. Not only did I not want to cause a scene, but I was worried that moving quickly with the padding between my legs would both feel and look awkward while everyone was still no doubt watching me. I barely made it to the hall when another wave of cramps coursed through my body. God, I had to go so badly! Why hadn’t my body given me any more warning?

The upstairs bathroom was the only one that I knew, so it took me a few seconds to find the right door in the downstairs hallway. Quickly stepping in and closing the door behind me, I silently swore to myself as it felt like I was about to let things go then and there. Stupid fucking lizard brain. Just because I’m in the bathroom doesn’t mean I’m quite ready to go to the bathroom.

Hastily slipping my arms under the straps of the shortalls, I wasted no time in shoving the denim down my body. I nearly fell over when trying too quickly to yank my feet out of the leg holes, but thankfully was able to catch myself on the counter before fully losing my balance. While I saved myself from a clumsy fall and probably a bruise or two, the bit of flailing and scrambling to keep myself upright took my attention off what I was trying to delay in terms of my body’s sudden and desperate needs. The slight slip of control made it feel like I was about to explode, and it took a conscious effort to clench and push my body to fucking WAIT.

Grabbing the outer diaper, I yanked down just as hard as I had done with the shortalls. Nothing. Gasping in surprise and horror at how the padded underwear didn’t budge an inch from my waist, I tried a few more times in vain to contort my body while desperately tugging at the diapers in an attempt to squirm out of them. They were like handcuffs for my waist, not that I had any experience with stuff like cuffs. I knew Kate had pinned them tightly, but had no idea they were that tight around me.

Groaning to myself, I realized that was the other reason why I couldn’t just pull them off. Instead of using the disposable diapers with tape that I could have simply undone, she had opted for the cloth kind that required pins. Taking a huge breath and once again bracing myself and resisting an enormous wave of cramps in my abdomen and pressure in my bladder that was telling me there wasn’t much time left, I immediately got to work on the metal pins. The good news was, I only had to undo one side to get the diapers off. The bad news was, they were pinned so tightly and not the easiest to get a grip on.

After what could have been thirty seconds or two minutes, I had failed to remove ANY of the pins. Even with my nails. Even after trying every last pin on both sides in the hopes that removing just one or two would loosen the diapers enough that I could shimmy out of them without dealing with the rest. Whatever Kate had done, it was too effective for me to get out the babyish underwear myself. Had she done so on purpose, so I couldn’t take them off without her help? Or was I just dumb, desperate, and without a good angle to see or grip the pins in the best way?

Either way, I was out of time. Just when I was debating the merits of opening the bathroom door and screaming for Kate, I felt the kind of pressure that I absolutely couldn’t ignore. It was a matter of seconds at this point, not minutes.

The diapers weren’t coming off. In my panic and daunting acceptance, I could really only think of three options that led to the same result–standing, squatting, or sitting. With barely any time to deliberate, I opted for the most natural one that also happened to be the most humiliating one. In sheer disbelief that this was happening to me AGAIN, I quickly lifted the toilet lid and sat down like I was going to be using the bathroom normally.

The effects were instantaneous. Not only had I pushed myself to the limit in terms of stalling for as long as humanly possible, but a lifetime of conditioning told my body that sitting in such a way meant that it was time to go. It was less a push and more just that I stopped resisting. A large lump slid between my cheeks and, rather than dropping into the water like I was used to, was caught by the diapers and stopped in place. I blushed at the mortifying sensation, as well as the fact that I absolutely could have made it to the toilet but was stuck having another ‘accident’ in diapers instead.

Unfortunately, that was just the beginning.

It’s like the first bit was a cork that had been removed, and then I experienced the true reason for all the cramps and building pressure. A more mushy mess practically exploded into the diapers before I could even attempt to stop it. “No!” I whispered in despair, clasping a hand to my mouth as I kept going without any signs of it letting up.

There was nothing to be done. I just sat there in horror as I filled the diapers to the brim. After wearing clean underwear for less than thirty minutes, I was right back where I started. But worse. Kate wasn’t even here, so how could I blame her? Nobody in the world would believe that my sister somehow made me put on diapers and mess them twice in one day. Dare or not, this looked really bad. Like, really bad.

Surely blushing up a storm, the relief of finally being done filling the diapers was instantly soured as I began naturally wetting myself right afterwards.

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