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  1. Intresting story and a nice little read altgoug the screwing up of pronouns is really weird and inconsistent. And unfortunately makes it looks questionable cause it reads as if someone took a story and changed the pronouns but iam sure thats not the case Xoxo Avery
  2. Hii Selena here ~ Not letting Avery do the upload again so that everything gets posted correctly hehe. But also Avery is very distracted and this can lead to somewhat late uploads (ooooppppssss). But enjoy~! xoxo, Avery (& Selena ) *** Chapter Seven: A New Normal The morning started off with a blur the moment Zoe was woken up by her dad. She looked over at Zara in the bed across the way and nearly snickered at the sight. Zara looked no better than she felt and there was no denying it was way too early o’clock. It had been decided at some point during the drive that they would leave as early as possible with the idea that they would be at Aunt Beth’s house early enough to settle in. If all went well, they would arrive early enough that they could also have dinner. However, at that very moment, Zoe was questioning why any of them thought that would be a good idea at all as she tried to peer at the numbers on the front of her phone trying to tell her the time. Numbers that were currently very happily telling her it was 4 am. Zoe couldn’t help but feel that the way the numbers were practically dancing in front of her eyes was mocking her. She couldn’t say that she was too amused with them. In a sleep-induced hazy fog, Zoe stumbled through her usual morning routine. She first brushed her teeth before joining the others in eating a small breakfast consisting of water and a day-old bagel. When breakfast was finished, Amelia subtly sent Zoe over to the bathroom with some slight finger pointing and a nod of her head. Amelia, following closely behind Zoe, stepped into the bathroom behind her, closing the door and locking it. “Did you sleep well, Zoe?” Amelia asked, giving her half-awake daughter a gentle smile. Zoe gave Amelia a half-asleep unamused expression and an eyeroll. “Okay, okay, I know it’s early,” Amelia sighed, suppressing a yawn. “But let’s get you ready for the day.” Knowing what to expect, Zoe went into autopilot. She dutifully lowered her pants and let her mom take over the rest of the process. She still wasn’t entirely used to it, but with how tired she was, she was just letting things happen. Zoe couldn’t find it in herself to care or be too embarrassed or have any other feelings regarding her padded underwear of choice. “Oh, Zoe!” Amelia exclaimed with a big smile. “Well done! You managed to stay dry the entire night!” “Uhm…yeah?” Zoe replied, her tired brain slowly trying to process what her mom said before finally realizing. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, I did.” Zoe was unable to prevent the small smile of glee that crossed her face or the blush that crept up her cheeks. A hint of confusion flashed through her brain at the thought – why did she feel so happy getting praise for something that should have been normal at her age? Although despite the embarrassment, she couldn’t help but admit to herself that she enjoyed the praise a lot. It was nice getting the love and affection that she craved, albeit in an unorthodox fashion. As a young child, she had always tried to be independent, but in doing so she had also become slightly distant from her parents, preferring to go through things alone. Over the past few years, Zoe had realized from other people’s experiences and stories that she dearly missed the feelings of being taken care of. She enjoyed the small compliments for things that she did well. The counter argument that Zoe had with herself was that she had strived to be independent for years and that normal girls her age shouldn’t be proud of having a dry night. Reminded of her mother’s words, Zoe felt her current thoughts were refuted. Since yesterday, she wasn’t treated like a normal 19-year-old. She was treated like a 19-year-old that couldn’t hold her pee nearly long enough to get to a bathroom. As far as she was concerned, she should act like that. So, with that in mind, Zoe felt that it was okay to feel happy and that she should enjoy what was happening. Realizing that her mom was waiting on her, Zoe forced herself to focus her eyes a little, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. “Penny for your thoughts, dear?” Amelia asked softly. “I just dozed off a bit,” Zoe answered with a small shrug, adding a yawn for emphasis. “It’s really really early.” “Hmm,” Amelia hummed to herself. “It definitely is. I think because you’re so tired you should probably sleep a little in the car. I think we can leave this diaper on for now since it’s still dry and we can change it when we stop a little later, okay?” “Oh,” Zoe said in surprise. “That sounds logical I guess,” she added with another yawn. Pulling her pajama pants back on, Zoe walked back into her room, delighted to find that Zara wasn’t there. She knew it wouldn’t last very long, but so far Zara hadn’t seen her recently in her diaper and she didn’t mind delaying the inevitable. Grabbing her jeans from the previous day, Zoe found that they were a bit more difficult to pull on over her nightwear. The overnight diaper was fuller and more padded than her daytime diaper and it made her jeans tighter than expected. She managed to pull them over her padded butt, zipped and buttoned, and she couldn’t help but take a quick peek at herself in the mirror. So far, so good. When Zoe stepped out into the corridor, she found Zara waiting with their dad. “Come on,” Zack said, quietly clapping his hands. “Let’s get to the car, everyone. I think your mom’s probably checked us out by now.” It turned out to be true and within 10 minutes of stepping out into the still-chilly, exceptionally early morning air, they were back on the road, moving closer and closer to their final destination in Vermont. The second half of the trip started off as well as the first half. By a complete miracle, Zoe managed to relax enough to gain a few more hours of sleep in the car meaning that Zack and Amelia were able to enjoy the relative quiet and peace of the road before daylight broke. They were only occasionally disturbed by some gentle snores or other sleepy noises that their daughters made in the back seat. Zoe was awoken as the sky started to brighten up, somewhat surprised by the sun seemingly making its sudden appearance. It had only felt like a few minutes had passed since she last looked out the window to find it still pitch black. Now, a pale winter sun was brightening up the scenery that passed by in a slight blur before Zoe managed to adjust her eyes. Noticing that she had to go quite badly, as per usual when she woke up, Zoe sat up a little straighter, her eyes still closed, completely unaware of everyone else. For the next few minutes or so, Zoe struggled with herself, still pretending to be asleep before deciding whether she should torture herself by hanging on for no reason at all. She had her diaper on, so why not use it? Or should she just relax and let it happen? To Zoe, the answer was surprisingly simple. Zoe was slightly shocked at just how easy it was to actually give in and decide to let go. But at the same time, she felt just as comfortable as she did in her dorm room, and since she was still tired, she didn’t care as much about what others thought. As the next twinge hit her bladder, instead of tensing up, Zoe relaxed herself purposely. She was instantly rewarded with the still new, yet increasingly familiar warmth combined with the pressure against her jeans as the diaper fought to contain the flood. For a moment, it felt never ending, but it stopped just as suddenly as it started. The rest of the morning continued much the same with the family’s SUV encountering surprisingly little traffic along the way and making steady progress. In the back, Zoe didn’t manage to get back to sleep, but she did manage to doze on and off in a comfortable half-asleep, half-awake state. Despite barely being awake, she couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved when the car finally pulled into a rest stop. Unbuckling herself, Zoe hopped out of the car with some difficulty courtesy of the expanded diaper that she was wearing. The rest of the family follower suit, stepping out of the SUV. Zack groaned slightly as he stretched his muscles and Zara leaned heavily against the side of the car, still tired. Somehow Amelia seemed to be perfectly all right, looking on at her family with a faint smile. Zoe, in the meantime, gingerly felt her butt, noting how much the padding beneath her had actually expanded. Zoe bit her lip as she tried to figure out what to do. She didn’t particularly want to undergo a changing in public, but she would definitely feel a lot more comfortable changed. With a resolute sigh, Zoe approached her mom. “Mom? Can we go to the bathroom?” Zoe asked before lowering her voice even further. “I kinda need to change.” “Sure, Zo,” Amelia answered before heading in the direction of the bathrooms. As they approached the bathrooms, Zoe felt that it was very clear what was going on as they passed by other people in the rest stop. She felt as though she would never live down the feeling of people not exactly outright staring, but definitely looking at her curiously to try and discover her little secret. “Mom, everyone is looking at me,” Zoe whispered anxiously. “Oh, honey, I’m sure that it’s fine,” Amelia said reassuringly, taking a look around herself. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s looking at all.” However, Zoe didn’t really feel appeased and was glad when they found a family bathroom, the door lock clicking open. Zoe quickly followed her mom in, sure that they got some questionable looks as they entered. At this rate, Zoe was worried that her face would permanently be colored in a red hue. Stripping down in front of her mom was at least mildly less embarrassing than being outside the bathroom. Despite it still being awkward, as they were still trying to figure out the best way to go about the changes, it was at least decently swift. Amelia was getting more practiced with the adjustments to changing daughter who was a lot taller now then when she last needed to be changed as a little girl. Although luckily for Amelia Zoe never really grew tall to begin with. As Zoe pulled her pants back on, she decided to ask her mom the one question that was burning in her mind ever since she agreed to go back into diapers. “Hey, Mom?” Zoe asked, worrying her lip between her teeth for a moment. “Do you think it’s possible I can get a room by myself at Aunt Beth and Uncle Tommy’s house?” Amelia hesitated for a moment as she set about cleaning up their space in the bathroom. “Uhm,” Amelia said slowly. “I can try to ask, but with Marc and Sophie coming along with your cousins it might be a bit of a stretch, love.” “Oh, yeah,” Zoe said quietly. “I get it. Well, I guess we’ll see.” Zoe tried to shrug it off nonchalantly, but deep down she was terrified of the prospect of being stuck in diapers in a room with all of her cousins and Zara. But the truth was there wasn’t much she could do about it right now and all she could do was hope for the best. With a sigh and after making sure all evidence of what had just transpired was gone, Zoe unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out in a fresh, way less obvious diaper. Zoe felt a lot more comfortable changed, but she still got some odd looks from others in the area took in a clearly young adult woman stepping out of the bathroom with her mom. The only telltale sign that anything out of the ordinary occurred was the semi-permanent blush on Zoe’s face which told part of the story. The slight edge of her diaper peeking above her waistband told the rest. But Zoe luckily didn’t know or realize that one. While Zoe and Amelia walked back to the car, ready to embark on their journey again, Zoe spotted Zara sitting on a nearby bench using her phone as a mirror. “What are you doing?” Zoe asked, already knowing the answer. “Just trying to fix my hair,” Zara answered as she combed her slender fingers through her hair. “All of this travel and the weather is making it frizz everywhere. I can’t post a single thing on Insta because of it.” Zoe sighed, tilting her head slightly as she studied Zara’s nearly platinum colored hair. She couldn’t see any sign of frizz in her sister’s bleached hair. Somehow, despite the work that was done, Zara’s hair always seemed to be perfect. Touching her decidedly brown and not frizzy hair which was tied back in an attempt at a messy bun, Zoe shrugged. “Your hair looks fine to me,” Zoe said, not bothering to stick around to hear Zara’s response and instead taking the short walk back to the car and enjoying the heat. The rest of the trip went fairly straightforward. They chose to drive a bit longer between rest stops with Zack and Amelia taking turns driving to speed up the remaining journey from Dayton to just outside Rutland, Vermont. Without any delays or traffic jams, the time was approaching 5 pm and Zoe was starting to feel cranky. “Mom, how far is it until we’re at Aunt Beth and Uncle Tommy’s place?” Zoe asked with a whine. “Should be another 15 minutes or so,” Amelia responded, glancing at the GPS from her place behind the wheel. “Can we make one more stop?” “Why would we make one more stop?” Zara interjected, her tone snappy from sitting in the car for so long. “It’s like…15 minutes. What’s the point of another stop when we’re like right there?” “Zoe?” Amelia asked, ignoring Zara. “Is there something that can’t wait until we get to your aunt and uncle’s house?” “I mean…” Zoe stuttered out before taking a deep breath. “We haven’t really stopped much and my diaper is uhm…it’s kind of wet.” Zoe felt her cheeks flush as she felt Zara’s eyes boring a hole into her head. “And I kind of don’t want to arrive there in a soaked diaper.” “I mean maayyybbbeeee you should have thought about that before you went back into diapers like a baby,” Zara scoffed. “I am not a baby,” Zoe snapped. “You are too!” Zara mocked. “Otherwise you would have been able to get to the potty in time,” Zara added in a sing-song voice. “Shut up, Zara,” Zoe retorted, unable to really form a better comeback as her face started to burn even more. “At least I don’t have to kill my hair to look nice!” “You bi-” “Zara, before you finish that word, I suggest you think real hard about what the consequences would be if you did,” Amelia interjected. “Both of you knock it off now. It’s less than 15 minutes before we get there, and I don’t want any fights.” Amelia let the silence in the backseat settle before glancing over at Zack. “What do you think? Okay with another quick stop?” “Fine by me,” Zack shrugged. “Lead the way and we’ll just make it quick.” “Okay,” Zoe replied. “I know she has to face it eventually, but I think it’s fair to give her at least one more stop before having to see everyone, right?” Zack added. “Plus, with Zoe wearing protection, it’s saved us load of time today. Even before her issues I remember having to stop every hour and a half – maybe two hours if we were lucky.” “Yeah,” Amelia replied. “So let’s get on with it. I think there’s a rest stop close by.” Zoe sighed in relief. She knew there wasn’t any escape, but arriving to the house in a soaked diaper didn’t seem like the first impression she wanted to deal with and it felt daunting. So after a quick stop at the rest stop, the family arrived at the house 20 minutes later. With a yawn, Zoe stepped out of the car. Her calves her sore, her butt was sore, her head hurt, and parts of her body that she didn’t expect to hurt were aching. Not only that, she was very aware of what she was wearing underneath her jeans. At least Zara had been quiet after their parent’s stern warning. Not that it would last. As Zoe looked at the other cars in the driveway, she noticed a car with Massachusetts plates. That meant that her Uncle Marc and Aunt Sophie had arrived with her cousins. Approaching the door with heavy bags in tow, the door swung wide open, revealing her beaming aunt. “You guys made it!” Beth said, with the biggest smile Zoe had ever seen. “Yeah, we did,” Amelia said, giving Beth a big hug. Zoe followed suit, giggling as Beth swept her into a rocking hug. Beth had always been her favorite aunt, having many happy memories at the house during both the summer and winter, sleeping over in Vermont between the forests and mountains. “You guys look absolutely spent,” Uncle Tommy said with a chuckle, walking into the hallway to greet everyone before pulling Zack into a firm “man hug.” “Hey, brother,” Zack responded, thumping Tommy on the back. “Next time you guys can drive to Topeka. See how you like it. I think those two nearly killed each other.” Zack jerked a thumb over in Zoe and Zara’s direction. “Is that so, ladies?” Uncle Tommy asked with a mock stern look. He held it for only a moment before bursting out into a laugh and smiling. “Then better get in and unwind. Everyone else arrived except for Julia. She’ll be driving in tomorrow.” The De Luca clan followed Beth and Tommy to the living room where they were greeted with a chorus of happy hellos and big hugs. Alice launched herself off the couch, tackling Zoe into a tight hug. “Zoe!” she shrieked. “You’re here!” “Oof,” Zoe said as she nearly fell over from Alice’s exuberance. It had been quite some time since they had all seen each other, and little Alice, to Zoe’s dismay, was slightly taller than her. Damn Mason genes, Zoe thought to herself. Why are they all so tall? “Wow, Alice,” Zoe said, holding her 14-year-old cousin at arm’s length. “You’ve grown a lot since I’ve seen you last.” “And you haven’t grown a bit,” Alice countered with a grin causing them both to laugh. “Zoe? Do you have a moment?” Amelia asked, peeking her head around the corner from the hallway. “Uhm, yeah, I guess,” Zoe replied. “Why?” “We’re trying to get rooms organized,” Amelia replied. “It’s quite a full house so Beth is trying to spread everyone around.” “Oh, yeah, sure,” Zoe said joining her mom in the hallway. Amelia beckoned for Zoe to follow her upstairs. As they walked upstairs, Zoe wondered what the big fuss was. They usually all tended to pile into one room, stuffing it full with mattresses. At the top of the stairs, Zoe noticed that Beth was waiting outside one of the rooms, a curious look on her face. The expression on Beth’s face hit Zoe hard as she realized what was happening. Zoe’s anxiety hit full force and she shot her mom a nervous glance. Taking a deep, but subtle breath, Zoe tried to hide her panic. She was not ready for what was about to happen. “Hey, Zoe,” Beth said softly. “Your mom said that there was something that you needed to tell me.” “W-w-why do I n-need to t-t-tell it, Mom?” Zoe stuttered out, grimacing at the way she stammered. She could feel her breathing and heart rate start to quicken. Amelia placed a gentle hand on Zoe’s shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. “Because it’s your secret to tell, honey, not mine,” Amelia replied. “B-but it’s r-really emb-ba-ba…embarrassing.” “Zoe, whatever it is, I’m sure that no one would judge you,” Beth added. “I know I certainly won’t.” This was not what Zoe had in mind when she started to wear diapers. But then again, she realized that this was also what was going to happen at some point. As much as she wanted to keep it a secret, it wasn’t going to stay secret for very long. How did she ever think that she was going to hide it from everyone? Deciding to just get it over with, Zoe stammered out as quickly as she could. “I have to wear diapers cause I have too many accidents,” Zoe said in one breath before rushing off to the bathroom. Beth was quiet for a moment before looking over at Amelia. “She has to wear diapers?” she asked, wincing as they both heard a retching noise from the bathroom. “Yeah,” Amelia sighed. “Just after midterms, Zoe was sick and after that she started to have accidents. We took her to the doctor last weekend, but they don’t know what’s going on either. So, for now, this is the solution that we came up with for Zoe.” After a few moments, Zoe left the bathroom, looking exceptionally pale with panic still in her eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to look up at her aunt, but Beth placed herself in front of Zoe’s vision. “Hey, don’t worry,” Beth said with a smile. “I imagine that this can’t be easy for you. But your secret is safe with me. We’ll see if we can go ahead and keep it safe for you, okay? So what do you need from us?” She looked over at Amelia for guidance. “Well, ideally, Zoe would get a room alone,” Amelia admitted. “I know that it’s a longshot with so many of us, but it would make things a lot easier. And a mattress protector would probably be good to have, just in case. Which is also why we decided to tell you now.” “Hmm,” Beth hummed in response. “A mattress protector is easy. We have some here at home, but a room alone? I don’t really think that’s possible.” “Oh,” Zoe said quietly, looking down at her feet. She hadn’t expected it, but her mom’s request had made her slightly hopeful. Suddenly Beth’s eyes lit up. “Well, maybe it actually works out,” she said almost to herself, looking oddly happy. She took a quick look around to make sure that no one else was in earshot. “She could just stay with Alice in her room. It would solve one of our biggest issues, actually.” Noticing the confused expressions on both Zoe and Amelia’s faces, Beth continued, speaking quietly. “Alice has been absolutely dreading the idea of having everyone over. She was excited of course, but she’s been having a lot of anxiety. For the past few months, she’s been, well…she’s been struggling a bit at night. We don’t know if it’s from her having nightmares or just from growing up and the havoc that causes on a body, but she’s been having nighttime accidents again.” She turned to Zoe with a bright smile. “But if you’re also in diapers, I’m sure that it would make it a lot more comfortable for you to share a room. I know it would definitely help Alice feel better so that she feels a little less alone. You don’t have to tell me more or tell Alice the details about what’s going on, but at least there’s one other person who will understand.” Zoe felt her panic start to subside a little, despite the semi-permanent blush on her face. “Yeah, that would be okay, I think,” Zoe whispered. “That sounds perfect, Beth,” Amelia added. “Thank you for helping us. I had no idea about Alice.” “Yeah, well, we haven’t really talked about it with anyone either,” Beth sighed. “For obvious reasons, of course. You know how people get.” With the decision of her rooming situation decided, Zoe felt her body fill with relief. It could be all right, Zoe decided. She was sure that everyone else would find out eventually, but maybe she could just roll with it, especially if she wasn’t alone. Her aunt seemed understanding, so maybe the others would be as well. And perhaps just letting it happen would be better than getting so anxious that she threw up again. “I’m going to go brush my teeth,” Zoe announced, running downstairs to grab her bags that were stuffed in the hallway. She carried them back upstairs and to Alice’s room which looked like a stereotypical 14-year-old girl’s room with Harry Styles posters all over the place. Zoe snickered as she took a look around, shaking her head. Zoe went into her bag and pulled out her toothbrush and toothpaste. As she straightened up, she couldn’t help but take a look over at Alice’s bad. Beneath the fitted sheet, she could see the edge of a plastic cover that looked similar to the one she had at home. She wondered if it was crinkly like hers or if the top was fabric. Shrugging a bit, Zoe made her way to the bathroom to finally brush her teeth and get the awful taste out of her mouth. The holiday was going to be a rollercoaster, but she would just have to take things as they came.
  3. Hey everyone :3 Sorry for such a long delay in updating! I’ve been really busy and sick the past few weeks. Plus Selena and I are decompressing from our holiday. It was fun but exhausting – sometimes need a vacation for the vacation! Anyway, hope you all enjoy the next installment. :3 <3 Xoxo, Avery *** Chapter Six: Halfway There Shifting slightly in her seat, Zoe could hear a faint rustle. She grimaced slightly at the pressure on her bladder. She really needed to go and she gave a very gentle push, not too surprised when nothing happened. Zoe let out a quiet sigh and tried to relax her muscles as much as she could before gently reapplying pressure and giving a slight push of her aching bladder muscles. Suddenly, she felt it as if in slow motion, her body gave up and her bladder gave in to the dam that was already threatening to break. Zoe only meant to go a little bit, but that little push she gave was more like a shove and there was nothing she could do to stop the aftermath. She was flooding her diaper whether she wanted to or not, so she just let it happen. Hyperaware of all of the sensations happening, Zoe could feel the warmth spreading around her bottom as the padding was trying to soak up the torrential downpour. She felt the padding press up against her legs and her jeans as it expanded with warmth. Just as soon as it started, it was suddenly over, and with a few final spurts, the pain in her bladder lessened considerably. But the warmth remained. It was not only under her bottom, it was also in her cheeks as they burned red. A quick glance down made Zoe blush even harder. While it might not be obvious to anyone else, it was certainly obvious to her how much her diaper had grown swollen. “Everything all right back there, girls?” Amelia asked, turning around in her seat. “Uhm, yeah, just ready to stretch my legs,” Zoe said, cursing herself for her slight stutter. She lifted her eyes to meet her mom’s curious gaze. “And Zara is fast asleep,” she added with a giggle, pointing a thumb at her sister who was drooling against the window. She watched as Amelia’s eyes flicked over to Zara, lighting up in amusement before studying Zoe a moment longer. She gave Zoe a quizzical look before pointedly glancing down. Amelia had a vague idea of why Zoe’s stutter that had all but disappeared had returned but wasn’t about to outright ask. Over the weekend, Amelia had allowed Zoe to use the bathroom still while making sure that she still wore pull ups. However Zoe had lost that privilege that morning as her real “punishment” started as she had explained to Zara. Keeping that in mind, Amelia could guess at what had happened. But she couldn’t complain. For years they had tried to help battle Zoe’s anxieties and for whatever reason, this seemed to work. Even still, Amelia couldn’t say that she didn’t mind the idea of it all. It brought on a sort of closeness she hadn’t had with Zoe in years and though she was aware she was a mother, she didn’t exactly always feel like one. Though it was still hard to grapple with the fact that her oldest child was suddenly in diapers, there was a small part of her that missed having one of her children being more dependent on her. It gave her more of a purpose and she missed the connection. She enjoyed having such strong and independent children, but Amelia could never deny the small parts of parenting that she missed. It was impossible for Zoe to miss Amelia’s pointed look, but she smiled back. It might have been a nervous smile, but it was a smile all the same. She wasn’t sure if her mother noticed, and if she did, she didn’t say a word. Zoe had to admit that she felt surprisingly okay in her present situation. She felt safe and comfortable – perhaps a little too warm, but that was fine. There was a hint of embarrassment, but for now, she would focus on the good feelings. The last ten minutes of the drive before they reached their next rest stop allowed Zoe to spend time in a world of her own. It wasn’t until the car had stopped that she finally looked away from the window. What she saw didn’t make her happy, a feeling she very clearly shared with her mom based on the noise of disgust that she made. “Zack,” Amelia said sharply, “where on Earth did you stop? This looks…” she hesitated for a moment before shaking her head at the rundown looking gas station in front of her. “This looks disgusting.” Zack rubbed his neck, face twisting slightly. “Well, we were supposed to be near Marshall, but this isn’t what I expected,” Zack admitted. “How about we just stretch our legs for a few minutes and then just keep going? It’s only three more hours until we reach Dayton anyway and we can just get settled at the hotel. We can leave Zara asleep for now, but getting out wouldn’t be bad. Maybe I can grab us a drink or something.” Zack gave Amelia a pointed look before shutting the car off and getting out. Amelia let out a huff but followed suit. Zoe, following her parent’s example got out of the car. She groaned as her stiff legs and tight muscles protested having to do any sort of movement. The longer the trip went on, the more stiff Zoe was becoming, and she had to admit that she was tired of sitting. The other thing Zoe noticed as she tried to walk was that her diaper had grown considerably. It still felt dry and comfortable, which Zoe was silently relieved of since her pull ups tended to get an icky damp feeling after a while. The downside, however, was the saturated padding between her legs made walking a little harder. Due to her already short length she was waddling slightly. “Zoe? Are you coming?” Amelia asked, turning back to look at Zoe hobbling awkwardly behind her. “Come on. Let’s go to the bathroom so we can start driving away.” “Yeah, I’m coming,” Zoe said, appreciating that her mom didn’t draw further attention to her as she waddled along as best as she could. As they walked into the gas station, they did a quick loop around to try and find the bathroom. When they didn’t find one, Amelia walked up to the cash register after shooting Zack a quick look as he browsed through the refrigerated drinks. “Uhm, excuse me,” Amelia said, giving a slight smile to the bored looking teenager that barely looked up at her. “Do you have a bathroom?” “Yeah,” the boy said, not really looking up from his phone as he reached under the counter and tossed a key attached to a thick block of wood onto the countertop. “Outside around the corner.” “Great,” Amelia muttered under her breath, giving Zoe a reassuring smile. “Let’s go take a look.” The moment they made it outside and walked around the corner, Zoe’s face fell. There was a bathroom, all right, but no family bathroom sign. She looked over at Amelia who gave her a sheepish grin. “Well, maybe there’s a spot that will make it easy to change,” Amelia said hopefully. She walked up to the door that had a “Woman’s Bathroom” sign on the front, inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. Before Zoe could get close, Amelia made a noise of disgust and let the door shut as she walked away. “I’m sorry,” Amelia said, shaking her head. “This place is absolutely disgusting. There is no way in Hell we are going to go here. Come on, Zoe.” Zoe obediently followed Amelia back into the gas station shop and watched as she tossed the key onto the counter and promptly left, leaving Zoe to scramble behind her. Before they reached the car, Amelia pulled Zoe off to the side. “Zo, I can see that you’re not dry anymore, but I can’t and will not change you in that absolutely disgusting bathroom. So, there are two options.” Amelia sighed, looking over her shoulder to see if Zack was any nearer to returning just yet. When he wasn’t, she turned back around. “If you really need a change, then I can do it in the car. But if you think that you’ll be okay for a bit, I think it would be a little better to wait until we reach the hotel. It’s only a few more hours.” “I can wait, I think,” Zoe said. Amelia studied Zoe for a moment before nodding. “All right,” she said with a smile. “I really am sorry, though.” “It’s all right. Don’t think it would have been a good idea anyway.” Amelia gave Zoe a smile in response as they walked back to the car. As Zoe climbed back into her seat, she couldn’t help but giggle at Zara. She was still practically plastered to the window, mouth half-open with drool falling out of her mouth as she snored away. Zara was most definitely a lot of things, but a pretty sleeper was not one of them. Zack returned to the car a few minutes later, passing both Amelia and Zoe drinks. “Let’s get out of here,” Amelia said, giving Zoe a look as she was about to open her bottle of Coke and instead put it away. “This place is absolutely disgusting.” “You got it,” Zack said, driving away moments after buckling his seatbelt. And so, after a short break, the family was back on their way. Zoe felt that the last leg of the drive for the day was going a lot smoother. She listened to her favorite podcast, resting her head against the cold window of the car, more than content to watch the world pass by. The rolling plains made way for the vibrant lights of Indianapolis, providing a stark contrast with the dark winter skies above. It was fortunate that, despite the hour of the day, traffic was remaining relatively light. Before Zoe knew it, as they continued on their long trip to Vermont, the lights of Indianapolis faded into the background. At one point, as they drove through their next city, Zoe started to feel the urge to go again. She tried to hold it, but after a little while, she decided to just give up. She had already used her diaper already and despite having already been made wet, she was positive that it could hold a little more. Zoe let go slowly, surprised at how little effort it took, feeling the familiar warmth between her legs as her pee spread itself along the saturated padding. She couldn’t help but squirm slightly as the padding forced her legs apart even more, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Realizing what she had done, a twinge of embarrassment shot through Zoe, but she forced herself to ignore it and refocused on her podcast. However a new feeling came up that was proving harder to ignore. She winced as she felt her stomach start to rumble. “Mom? Dad?” Zoe asked. “How much longer do we have?” She didn’t bother to keep the hint of whininess out of her voice. “Another twenty minutes, Zo,” Amelia replied from behind the wheel. She had swapped with Zack two hours previously after stopping at a different gas station to get gas. “Everything okay back there?” Zack asked, twisting himself in his seat. “Yeah,” Zoe said quietly. “Just kinda hungry.” Zack was about to say something else, but his attention, along with Zoe’s, turned to Zara who woke up with a couple of soft gasps and an indescribable noise before following with a groan of disgust. “Ew, gross,” Zara muttered as she wiped her face with Zoe watching on in amusement. She rubbed her eyes as she took a look around to try and figure out where they were. “Are we there yet?” “Twenty more minutes, sleepyhead,” Zack said. “Okay,” Zara yawned as she sat up a little straighter. She took another look around before looking over at Zoe, her face twisting slightly as she tried to study her sister as they passed under streetlights. “What’s wrong with you? You’re sitting weird.” “Nothing,” Zoe said, perhaps a little too quickly. Zara was quiet for a moment before a knowing look crossed her face. “Oh,” Zara said with a smirk. “Did you –?” “No,” Zoe said quickly, her face heating up. She was grateful that it was dark out and that they passed under each streetlight overhead a little too quickly so it wasn’t as obvious that she was blushing. Luckily Zara dropped the subject quickly, becoming more fascinated with what was going on outside and allowing for Zoe’s embarrassment to subside. Before too long, they finally pulled up to their hotel. A La Quinta Inn that Zack had booked months ago. It was a newly built building and it was enough for Zack to want to book it. He pulled up to the reception area, turning the car off and ushering everyone out of the car. “Might as well get out and stretch before we head into our rooms,” Zack said, stretching his arms overhead. Zoe didn’t need to be told twice. She scrambled out of the car, groaning as she stretched her legs. It felt like she had been in the car for years. As she looked down at her feet as she stretched them out in front of her, she was slightly startled. The diaper that hadn’t been so obvious earlier could now be more seen. Granted she was sure people would have to know what to look for, but then again, she wasn’t sure. Trying to squash down the embarrassment she felt, she found her mom looking at her with a supportive smile. Zoe should have realized that what her mom said next would make her want to wish a hole would swallow her into the ground. “Don’t worry,” Amelia said. “As soon as we’re checked in and in our rooms, I’ll get you changed, Love.” Zoe could hear Zara snicker quietly, but thankfully after Amelia’s chastising earlier, she didn’t say a word. She was sure that Zara had to find it an absolutely amusing situation. Sure, Zara might have felt for Zoe a little bit and couldn’t imagine being in the same situation, but it was still funny to see her wearing a diaper. As the exhausted family trudged into the lobby of the hotel, they made their way to the reception desk where a young woman was standing. She looked up from whatever she was reading, giving everyone a smile. “Hi, welcome to the La Quinta. Are you checking in?” “Yes,” Amelia said, fumbling on her phone as she searched through her e-mails. “We booked adjoining rooms under the name di Luca.” “Sure,” the receptionist said, her tone cheery. “Did you have a reservation number?” “I’m trying to find it,” Amelia said sheepishly. “No worries. I can try looking you up. Di Luca – is that with a C or a K?” “With a C,” Amelia said with a slight sigh. “Perfect. Do you have ID?” With another sigh, Amelia reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet, reluctantly placing her ID on the counter. “Excellent, Amelia,” the receptionist said with a smile. “Welcome! I see that you have one room with a queen bed and booked an adjoining room with two doubles. I also see in your requests that you asked that we fit one of the beds with an additional mattress protector?” At this, the receptionist looked up at the family as if she was deciding which of them needed the additional protection. Zoe just kept her mantra playing in her head – act cool, act cool, act cool… After confirming a few more details, the receptionist passed over two small booklets with key cards. “Here are your keys,” she said. “You’ll all be on the third floor. Thank you for choosing La Quinta and we hope you enjoy your stay. Please feel free to give us a call down here if you need anything!” “Thank you,” Amelia said. She waved Zack off to go park the car and gather their bags and led Zoe and Zara to the elevator. It seemed like it took forever to get to their rooms, but Zoe was pleasantly surprised as Zara opened the door to their room and they were greeted with cozy looking beds. Without caring, Zoe settled on the bed closest to the door, dropping onto the mattress with an exhausted moan. She could already feel herself starting to drift off but she was interrupted by Zara. “Uhm, Zo?” Zara said. “This one’s yours. It’s got like, a plastic sheet or something underneath it and it’s crinkly.” “Okay,” Zoe muttered, too tired to care or bother to move. She heard an annoyed grumble but mostly tuned everything out until there was a knock at the nearby adjoining door. “Zoe, Honey?” she heard Amelia say as the door opened. Amelia smiled slightly as Zoe seemingly already half-asleep and turned her head towards the bathroom where the shower was running. It appeared that Zara had slept far too long to be exhausted and had jumped into action. “Zoe?” Amelia repeated, causing Zoe to sit up, bleary-eyed. “Did you want to use the shower in our room since Zara’s already taking hers?” “Oh,” Zoe said with a yawn. “Yeah, that would be nice.” She very slowly climbed off the bed, waddling after her mom into her parent’s room. She followed Amelia into the bathroom, leaning against the sink as her mom turned on the water for her. “Call me when you’re done, okay?” Amelia said, giving Zoe a small smile before closing the door. Zoe let out another yawn before starting to undress. She pulled her hoodie off, folding it just enough to barely sit on the sink and then pulled off her t-shirt, shivering as the cool air hit her torso. It was a slight struggle for her to pull her jeans down over her swollen diapered butt, but she managed. She took off her bra with a relieved groan and she wiggled her toes as she took off her socks, shivering once more as her feet touched the cool tile. Zoe was about to strip off her diaper, but she paused when she caught herself in the mirror. Reflected back at her was a now naked from the waist up young woman – no, little girl, she corrected herself – with green eyes and dark brown hair. She was curvy, and unlike her paler sister who took after her dad, she was blessed with her mother’s light olive skin. Her brows furrowed slightly as she took herself in closer. Everything from the waist down appeared to be in contrast to her adult body as she was clad in a very thick and slightly sagging wet diaper that bulged in all directions. Curious, Zoe ran her hands across the bulky padding across her front. It was no wonder she was waddling as much as she was. Even after having wearing it for a long time, she found that the diaper still felt comfortable and safe. Plus, she had to admit as she turned herself in the mirror to look at herself from a different angle, she looked kind of cute. Things just felt right to her, even if it was sometimes embarrassing. But then again, a little voice in Zoe’s head spoke up, was that such a bad thing? So far, so good, Zoe decided. She reached her hand into the water, testing the temperature. Satisfied that it had reached the right temperature, Zoe stripped off her diaper, deposited it into the trashcan after a quick inspection, and stepped into the water. Stepping into a shower had never felt so perfect to Zoe in her life. The hot water provided immense relief to her incredibly sore muscles. It was a mystery to her how doing nothing and sitting in a car all day could be so tiring and so painful. She washed herself slowly, sleep threatening to take over with each movement. If she could, she would happily sleep in the bath beneath the warm water. It sounded like a luxurious idea. After around twenty minutes, there was a soft knock at the door. “That’s long enough, Zo,” she heard Amelia say. “I don’t want you coming out looking like a wrinkly old prune. Plus it’s time for bed – we’re leaving really early.” “Okay,” Zoe replied, reluctantly turning off the shower and quickly rubbing herself dry. She froze as she looked around the room, realizing that she had a problem. “Uhm, Mom? I don’t have any clothes in here?” “That’s okay,” Amelia said. “I have your pajamas out here. You can come out. I sent your dad to go get ice, and I locked the doors so no one will come in.” Uncertain, Zoe opened the door, peeking her head around the corner cautiously. Satisfied there was really no one else in the room, she walked out, careful to keep her towel wrapped around her body. “Here’s your t-shirt, Zo,” Amelia said, handing Zoe one of her favored yellow t-shirts that she liked to sleep in. Zoe quickly put it on before her mom gestured for her to lay down on the bed. She felt her face immediately turned red as she very slowly did exactly that. Much to Zoe’s embarrassment, Amelia yanked the towel down over her hips, causing Zoe to squeal in surprise. Amelia ignored Zoe’s noise of surprise as she reached over and grabbed a tube, squirting its contents onto her fingers. “We don’t want any rashes,” Amelia said, carefully applying cream to Zoe’s body. “After sitting in that diaper for so long, I want to be extra careful. Trust me – you won’t want them.” As if Zoe needed an explanation, Amelia told her all about what would happen if she didn’t apply the cream and she shuddered at the thought. “All right, lift up,” Amelia said, tapping Zoe’s butt slightly when she finished with the cream. “Let’s get you in a fresh diaper.” Obediently, Zoe lifted her bottom, forcing herself to stare up at the ceiling. She listened to the sound of rustling as her nighttime diaper was slid underneath her. She could feel her face growing redder and redder by the minute. Somehow this was more embarrassing than in the morning. “Okay, and down,” Amelia said gently before awkwardly fastening the tapes. She studied the diaper for a moment before loosening them and refastening them a little tighter. “Is that all right, Love? Does that feel fine?” “Yeah, I think so,” Zoe said, sitting up. She climbed off the bed, moving around to test the feel. She immediately noticed that this diaper felt slightly thicker than her other one and she couldn’t close her legs at all. Despite that, it felt very soft and very comfortable. She reached over for her pajama bottoms and pulled them on, momentarily startled as they snagged underneath her butt as she tried to pull them over the diaper. She looked up at Amelia who was studying her. “You seem to enjoy this, Zo,” Amelia said softly. “You look more relaxed than you have in a very long time. Although you do certainly turn into a delightfully red tomato,” she teased. “I do like it so far,” Zoe admitted. “It just feels carefree, and it’s nice to be taken care of for a bit.” She hesitated for a moment before giving Amelia a quick hug and a quiet thank you. Amelia simply hugged her back before giving her a playful tap on the butt. “All right, go to sleep Zo,” Amelia said. “It’ll be an early day. And don’t forget to brush your teeth!” she added as Zoe started to return to her room. “Yeah, yeah,” Zoe said, dismissing her mom. However she did make it back to the bathroom noticing that Zara was asleep. Zoe quickly brushed her teeth and drank two glases of water before crawling under her blankets. Before her head could hit her pillow, she was fast asleep.
  4. i must forgot i kinda forget the days ive been very busy this week on top of feeling unwell but here is a new chapter xoxo Avery fox Chapter 5 a very long drive Zoe stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room, inspecting herself curiously, still trying to make sense of the things that she felt. She was wearing an oversized pink-long sleeved raglan shirt, a black hoodie, and her legs were still bare save for her mismatched socks and the thickly padded diaper with swirling leaves that adorned her body. It was a peculiar sensation – very unlike the pull-ups she had grown accustomed to, but similar. She wasn’t too sure how she felt having such incredibly thick padding between her legs, but at the very least she felt that she looked cute. She startled at the sound of her mom clearing her throat from behind her, and Zoe looked up to meet her mother’s gaze in the reflection, her cheeks burning bright red. It was funny how a few minutes of staring at herself in the mirror had made her forget the excruciatingly embarrassing process of her mother putting her in a diaper. “Well, I don’t think it will be that noticeable once you put jeans on,” Amelia said, trying to keep herself from staring at the diaper. She still hadn’t gotten used to seeing her daughter back in diapers after not being in them for so long. “Maybe it won’t even be noticeable at all.” “I don’t know,” Zoe muttered practically to herself. “You don’t think anyone will notice? Not any of my cousins? Or anyone else who decided to show up to be with the rest of the family?” Amelia shook her head. “Not unless they knew what to look for. But if you get through the drive and decide you don’t want to do this anymore –” “I’ll want to,” Zoe said quickly, her cheeks warming impossibly hotter. “I want to do this.” “Okay, then,” Amelia said with a small nod, letting out a small sigh. “Well, if you want to bail out, remember, the option is there. At the very least, that looks so padded that you won’t have to complain about sitting in the car for so long.” Zoe chuckled slightly at her mom’s comment. “Yeah, I guess that’s one advantage,” she answered before taking one last glance at herself in the mirror. Turning around, she grabbed her jeans from her mattress and wriggled them on, sliding them over the padding of her new underwear. Turning around to inspect herself once more with a soft hum, Zoe realized that what she was wearing underneath her jeans wasn’t super obvious. She felt that unless you knew, it wouldn’t be easy to tell. She lifted her shirt slightly and frowned, noticing that the edge of her diaper peeked out over the top. Zoe debated for a short moment before deciding that she wasn’t that brave and tucked the waist band in slightly before pulling her shirt down. She did a slow twirl in front of the mirror, satisfied that what she was wearing was barely visible. However, barely visible didn’t mean that Zoe was unaware of what she was wearing. And perhaps because it was a new sensation, she could very clearly feel the diaper and the way it felt against her skin as her jeans pulled everything in close. The bulk of the padding between her legs was obvious with every step that she took, and she was aware of how much different it felt in comparison to her pull ups. The padding of the diaper was far more than that of her pull ups and she could feel herself walking a little different than usual to make up for it. Zoe took one more dubious look at herself in the mirror, studying herself closely before deciding that there really wasn’t anything to see. Grabbing the bag that she prepped for the holiday, Zoe lifted it from the floor with a slight grunt. She could hear the slightest rustle as she bent over and lifted the bag. A slight blush crept up her cheeks, but she chose to ignore the sound and promptly walked downstairs with a slight waddle and deposited her bag in the hallway for her dad to load into the car. As she entered the kitchen, a plate of peanut butter sandwiches was suddenly thrust in front of her. “Here, eat this,” her mom said, shoving the plate into Zoe’s hands and starting to walk away. “And please hurry. Your dad wants to leave in ten minutes. Zoe let out a huff, dropping the plate on the counter and starting to eat, leaning against the counter and propping a foot up on her leg so that she was standing like a flamingo. Her mom always got a little crazy when they were about to leave as if five minutes sooner or later was the difference between life and death. She was halfway through her second sandwich when she had the distinct feeling of someone watching her. Chewing the bite she had in her mouth, she turned slightly to see who was behind her. Her face twisted slightly as she saw Zara standing in the doorway, clearly staring at her padded butt. “Uhm, hello?” Zoe said, her eyebrows raising as a smirk crossed Zara’s face. “Can you please maybe not stare at my butt?” She placed her other foot on the ground and straightened up before yelling out, “Mooom! Zara’s staring at my butt!” “Ugh, girls, please stop it!” Amelia called out before stepping back into the kitchen, rolling her eyes. “Zoe, stop whining, and Zara stop staring.” “I just thought it would be more obvious,” Zara said with a shrug. “You can barely even see it,” she added with a touch of disappointment. The instant flush on Zoe’s cheeks surprised her as she caught herself from reaching behind her to touch the padding. Trying to hide her embarrassment, Zoe finished up the remaining bits of her sandwich, chewing slightly more furiously than normal. At the same time, Zara tore into her sandwiches which had all but evaporated into thin air in the same time that Zoe finished her last bites. Zoe gave Zara a funny look at how quickly she finished eating before rinsing off her plate in the sink and drying it off, putting it back in the cabinet. “Zoe, Zara, come on,” Amelia said, standing in the doorway tapping her foot impatiently. “We need you both to get in the car. Everything is packed and your jackets are in the trunk.” Making their way to the car, they were intercepted by Zack who was adjusting things in the trunk. “Zara, did you go to the bathroom? It’ll be some time before we stop,” Zack said. “Yeah, I just went,” Zara replied before climbing in the car. “What about you, Zoe?” Zack asked, continuing to tinker with their luggage, having forgotten the deal that his oldest daughter was in. Zoe blushed furiously, her voice caught in her throat which was only made worse when her mom answered for her. “I made sure that she went before I diapered her,” Amelia said off handedly. “Not that it matters,” Zara giggled. “What did you say, Zara?” Zack asked. “It doesn’t matter,” Zara repeated with a laugh. “It doesn’t matter if she went to the toilet or not. That’s what her special underwear is for, right?” This caused everyone but Zoe to laugh a little before her parents caught themselves, and Zack decided to break the awkwardness by getting into the car and turning it on. “All right, everyone in,” Zack announced. “Time for us to go.” Zoe cast her mom a quick look before climbing into the car. She nearly let out a soft “oh” of surprise as the diaper compressed as she sat down, making the car seat that much softer to sit on. Taking a moment to adjust to all of the new sensations that had her feeling slightly overwhelmed, she took a slow breath, steadying her nerves before reaching over and fastening her seatbelt. “Okay, seatbelts on,” Zack said before backing the car out of the driveway and turning onto the street, starting the first leg of their road trip. As the car continued onto the interstate, Zoe settled in, ready to get as comfortable as possible in the car. She knew it would be a very long time to cover the distance from their home in Topeka, settled in the plains of the Kansas heartland, all the way to the rugged forests of Vermont where her aunt and uncle lived with her cousins Alice and Dennis. As much as Zoe looked forward to seeing them all, she couldn’t help but half-wish that they would have taken a flight to Vermont instead. It certainly would have been a lot quicker than driving. The first hour went by quickly as the family SUV trundled over the familiar Kansas landscape towards the Missouri state border. With some nice acoustic pop music playing over the radio, it wasn’t so terrible. Traffic of course started to pick up as they entered the city, but Zoe was happy that they cleared through it quickly enough with only a few minutes of having to drive slower than normal. But once they finally made it through the sights of the city, Zoe grew bored quickly and her thoughts turned inwards as she lost herself to the views outside her window. Zoe couldn’t deny the fact that she was nervous about seeing her family. It would be really fun, but she was worried about the others finding out about her little secret. She hadn’t thought things through entirely when she excitedly agreed to wear diapers during their winter holiday. But maybe it would remain a secret, Zoe figured. It would certainly be a lot easier if she had the luxury of getting a room to herself and her mom acted discreet. She cast a sidelong glance over at Zara who was half-asleep. Perhaps Zara would be more of an issue if anything. But, Zoe thought as the scenery flashed by, things felt right. After the initial embarrassment of her mom diapering her had worn off, she realized just how good things felt. For reasons she didn’t quite understand, or was ready to admit, the padding between her legs felt as though it was meant to be there. It was a nice feeling and she wanted to keep feeling it. Suddenly, while deep in thought, Zoe noticed a change in both the speed of the car and the scenery. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and let out a soft giggle to herself as her stomach growled upon noticing the McDonalds that her dad parked near. Stopping at a rest stop was never her favorite, but having a McDonalds right next door was nice. “High time for lunch,” Zack said, meeting Zoe’s eyes in the rear-view mirror with a smile. “Yeah, I’m hungry,” Zara said, practically unbuckling herself before the car had really stopped. “Food would be good,” Zoe added, her stomach growling once more. She had been completely oblivious to how hungry she had become. As everyone hopped out of the car, Amelia stayed back, allowing Zara to walk ahead with her dad. She gently grabbed onto Zoe’s sleeve, trying to put some space between Zara and Zack before deciding to speak. “Are you still dry, Zo?” Amelia whispered, leaning in close to Zoe. “Mooom,” Zoe whined as she felt her cheeks color to a light red. A pointed look in her direction made her stop whining, but she rolled her eyes. “It’s going well so far,” she muttered meekly. “Okay, good,” Amelia said with a smile. “Now, let’s get inside. There are burgers to be had.” Amelia gave Zoe another smile and moved quicker to get inside. Zoe sighed and quickened her pace to catch up to the others. “There you are,” Zack said, watching as Zara clicked through the options on the self-service ordering screen. “We were wondering where you two were.” “Well, not everyone does a spring towards the food, dear,” Amelia said, patting Zack’s shoulder with a slight smirk. “Can you guys just order instead of talking?” Zara asked as she stepped aside with a slight stomp of her foot, making Zoe giggle. “I’m starving, and I don’t want to wait all day for you guys.” Zoe let her parents order before mentioning that she wanted a quarter pounder with cheese and a Coke zero. She wanted to keep things simple and didn’t want to think too hard about what to eat. They settled into an open corner booth, talking amongst themselves while waiting for their food to arrive. They expressed their enjoyment of the ordering system and that they didn’t have to stand awkwardly by the counter for their food anymore and then moved onto discussing more about their vacation. Before too long, their food finally arrived, and the family started to eat. “Okay,” Amelia said, taking a look to make sure everyone was finished with their food. She scooted herself out of the booth and stood with a stretch. “Who needs to go to the toilet?” “Oh, I do,” Zara said, quickly scotting out herself. “I’m good,” Zoe said with a slight shrug. To her surprise she really didn’t need to go. Plus she doubted her mom would even let her. “I should probably go,” Zack said, standing up. “Are you sure you don’t need to go, Zo?” “I’m fine.” “Hmm,” Zack said with a slight hum. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the car keys. “How about you go to the car then and get comfortable?” “Sounds good,” Zoe said, taking the keys and giving her family a small wave as they split at the entrance. Walking to the car, Zoe quickly unlocked it and turned it on and put on the air. She opened the trunk and carefully fished out her suitcase within her dad’s meticulous Jenga suitcase stacking and opened the top compartment in the hopes that what she was looking for would be where she was looking. She let out an excited cheer when she pulled out her Nintendo Switch, glad she had been smart with how she packed. Delighted with her find, Zoe carefully placed her suitcase back into the trunk and stretched to close the hatch which closed with a satisfying thunk. When Zoe turned around, she was surprised to see everyone approaching with Zara a few steps behind her parents. “Okay, everyone in!” Zack said with a clap. “Let’s go!” Without being told twice, everyone climbed back into the car and buckled up. Before they knew it, they were back on their way. With the drive going smoothly, the mood in the car was light. Gentle country music filled the air. Zoe, who had grown bored of playing with her Switch, was quietly humming along to the music playing. She was careful not to get too loud so that she didn’t disturb her mom and little sister, both of whom had fallen asleep. Zoe wished she had the ability to fall asleep in the car, but she never could. She told herself that it was fine because it felt like cheating sometimes. You would fall asleep and then wake up suddenly where you needed to be or a large part of the journey over in seemingly an instant. But a new annoying problem was arising. They had left their home early, at around 9 in the morning and had stopped for lunch sometime around noon. Zoe took a look at her phone – it was half past three and they had been on the road for ages. The landscape had changed considerably and as much as Zoe wanted to ignore it, she couldn’t. She had to pee – and she had to pee badly. The only saving grace was that she had was that she had completely forgotten to drink anything before leaving the house and only had the Coke from McDonalds in her system. Still – it wanted out. All Zoe could do was hope that they would stop sooner rather than later so that she could relieve herself, completely forgetting the deal she had made with her parents. Zoe reasoned with herself that she preferred going in the toilet. She would rather do that then suffer with the embarrassment of using her diaper and Zara teasing her for it. Plus, a small voice told her in her head, maybe her parents would be disappointed in her if she had another accident. As if sensing something was wrong, Amelia shifted in her seat, stirring awake and pulling Zoe away from her thoughts. Amelia took a look around, blinking blearily. “Zack, honey, where are we at?” she asked, her faint Italian accent slipping through causing Zoe to gliggle quietly. For the most part, Amelia’s accent had become one that would be expected in Kansas, but when she was tired her Italian roots would slip through. “Uhm,” Zack said, taking a look at the signs they were passing and then snorting as he spotted a passing billboard. “I suppose we’re close to the world’s largest pitchfork. But there is a rest stop coming up in around twenty, so I think it’s time for us to make another stop.” Zoe worried her lip between her teeth. Twenty minutes was a long time for her to hold and she wasn’t sure if she was going to really be able to make it. But she was determined to try. She stared out the window, watching as the wintry farmland passed by. As stupid as the thought she felt, she thought maybe if she stared at the barren fields long enough, they would tell her whether she would make it to the rest stop dry. A slight twitch in her tight leg muscles made her aware of the padding beneath her bottom and between her legs once more and another thought crept in. Even if she wanted, her mom wouldn’t let her near a toilet. It was what she wanted though, Zoe thought almost pathetically to herself. She wanted to be in diapers, and it was exactly what she wished for. However, now that she was stuck in her present situation, maybe she should have been careful with what she wished for. She couldn’t deny that there was a part of her that enjoyed being in the situation she was in, though. Taking quick glances around the car, Zoe saw that her sister was still fast asleep, completely oblivious to the outside world. In the front of the car, her parents were talking quietly amongst themselves. Their volume was low enough that it wouldn’t wake Zara, but also annoyingly quiet enough that Zoe couldn’t understand what they were saying. Shifting slightly in her seat, Zoe turned to look out the window again, her anxiety creeping in. The fact that she felt her anxiety trying to make its appearance was startling. It was only then that she realized she was having anxiety at all as it had lessened considerably since starting her “punishment.” Could she do this, though? Could she willingly let go? It was one thing to do it in the privacy of her dorm room, though the one time she had done so during a lecture was different. She didn’t know anyone in that particular lecture and had mostly backed out of it, much to her own disappointment. She had only managed a few spurts that time. But in the car amongst her family was entirely new. What would her parents think, she wondered? What would Zara say? Every possible “what if” situation ran through Zoe’s head. Eager to take her mind off of the questions racing in her head, Zoe opted for a distraction. “Dad?” Zoe asked. “Where are we and how much longer are we driving for today?” “Well,” Zack said with a slight hum, “we’ve been driving for about six and a half hours now. We’ll be stopping in about 15 minutes so that everyone can stretch their legs.” “That would be nice,” Zoe said. “I’m not too sure how much longer we’ll go after that.” “Okay,” Zoe replied, already returning back to her thoughts. If they were going to be stopping soon, she didn’t have much time to follow through on the plan, though she was terribly nervous to. But it was now or never, she thought as she pretended to stare out the window.
  5. Intresting why do you say Zara might be in on this plan 🤔
  6. Hi everyone i really want to thank you all for the nice reactions on the last 3 (and a half) chapters so far. this chapter either is the last chapter of the setup or the first chapter where the story really starts going. I hope everyone enjoys it Xoxo Avery Chapter 4 just a little Accident Zoe was gently awoken by someone shaking her awake. She groaned, trying to turn herself into her pillow. “Five more minutes,” Zoe murmured under her breath, already dozing back off again as she snuggled into the warmth of her blankets. However, she could feel herself being shaken once more. “Fine, fine,” Zoe muttered. “I’m getting up.” She groaned as she sat up, her aching back muscles protesting against the movement. She couldn’t quite remember how she ended up in bed in the first place, nor why she was in pajamas already and she cast her mom a curious look. “Dinner will be in 5 minutes,” Amelia said, leaning down to give Zoe a quick kiss on the top of her head. “Okay,” Zoe said, rubbing her eyes. “I’ll be down in a few.” Zoe watched as her mom left the room and briefly considered staying in bed and falling back to sleep. But if she did that, she knew that she would never be able to fall asleep that night. So, with a deep sigh, Zoe pulled herself begrudgingly out of bed and got dressed in her jeans she was wearing earlier before wriggling on a t-shirt and one of her favorite hoodies. She went into her drawer, grabbing a pair of socks. She thought about it for a moment before deciding to skip out on shoes. She wasn’t planning on going out that night. She walked slowly down the stairs, grimacing with each step she took. Zoe had no idea that her back muscles would hurt so much that walking would feel nearly impossible. The moment that she reached the ground floor, the scent of fried rice wafted from the kitchen to her nose. As she entered the kitchen, she could already see that everyone was seated waiting for her. “Come on over, Zoe,” Zack said, beckoning Zoe over. “Come join us so that we can eat.” The moment Zoe sat down, Zack spooned a heaping pile of fried rice and other bits of Chinese onto his plate. He was patient, waiting for the others to fill their plates before eating. “What does everyone want to drink?” Amelia asked. “Uhm, can we have soda?” Zara asked. The family very seldomly had soda with their food, but takeaway always seemed to be the right special occasion to have it. Amelia pursed her lips as she thought before giving a slight shrug. “Yeah, sure,” she said, looking over at Zack. “Do you mind grabbing the Coke?” “Already on it,” Zack said, standing up from the table and grabbing four sets of glasses, a bottle of Coke and setting them on the table. As an afterthought, Zack also filled a pitcher with water and set that down in the middle of the table. “Okay, so who wants what?” Zack asked, already pouring a glass of Coke for Zara. “Amelia?” “I’ll just have water,” Amelia answered, waving Zack off. “Zoe?” “Uhm,” Zoe said, shifting slightly in her seat in between bites of rice. “I’d like some Coke.” “Are you sure that’s a good idea, honey?” Amelia asked, glancing up from her food to give Zoe a look. “Moooom,” Zoe complained, her cheeks turning bright red. Zoe laid her head on the table to hide her embarrassment. Better get used to it, Zoe thought to herself. There will be a lot more embarrassing moments like this. And while she was embarrassed, Zoe couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the feelings that she had from the way her mom was treating her. “Oh, Amelia, let her have it,” Zack said, already pouring a glass of Coke for Zoe. “Here, Zo,” he said, handing the glass to Zoe before pouring himself a glass. “Okay, everyone has drinks – let’s eat.” Dinner consisted of light, easy-going conversation. They all talked about their upcoming vacation plans where they would be heading to Vermont to celebrate Christmas at Aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Tommy’s house. It was a long drive, but it would be worth it. They were attempting to create a mental list of last minute things to pick up for their two week trip and the journey there. It was considerably faster to fly, but Zack and Amelia preferred the flexibility of having the car – plus the ski gear they liked to bring along with them took up a fair bit of space. Zoe found herself becoming more excited for the trip as they talked. It would be fun to see the rest of their family again. It was always a crazy and exceptionally fun time to see the others. Between seeing all of her cousins of all different ages and her aunts and uncles, it was always a good time. With dinner finished, Amelia stood and went to the freezer to bring out some delicious looking ice cream, presenting it with a flourish and a smile. “To celebrate the start of the holidays, I decided to get us all a nice little treat,” Amelia said with a smile. Zoe giggled at Amelia’s antics and her giggles turned to laughter as Zack remarked, “No, dear. You decided that you could get your favorite treat.” Zack was careful to put heavy emphasis on the word favorite. “We were just lucky that you allowed us to join in.” “Well, if you don’t want any, then you don’t have to have it,” Amelia said with a laugh. “That just means more for me.” “Oh, no, don’t worry. We’re definitely digging in.” It was safe to say that between the little family the ice cream very quickly disappeared. “Wow, I am so full,” Zoe groaned as she leaned back in her chair, the ice cream sitting heavily in her stomach. Standing up, Zoe found herself still feeling sore from her appointment earlier. She gingerly made her way over to the couch in the living room, feeling a tell-tale tingle in her bladder as she flopped down onto the couch. As Zoe settled into the couch cushions, she was joined by the rest of the family. Saturday night was traditionally their movie night. Sometimes they would switch it up with a board game or something else fun. All that mattered was that it was time that they set aside for each other. That particular night was most definitely movie night. “So, what movie do we pick?” Zoe heard Amelia asked. She couldn’t help but vaguely notice that her mom’s voice sounded far away. She wiggled slightly to bury herself further into the couch cushions. It was very comfortable and the soft lighting of the living room wasn’t bothering her if she closed her eyes. “How about The Hobbit?” Zara suggested. “We don’t have to watch it all the way to the end.” “Zoe?” Amelia questioned. “Mmhmm,” Zoe hummed. She wasn’t really thinking about the question being asked at all. She could feel herself drifting off to sleep in the comfort of the couch cushions, however the twinge in her bladder was slowly growing to a dull roar. It was enough to keep her from falling entirely asleep. For the next hour or so – perhaps longer, Zoe couldn’t tell – everyone in the room was more or less watching the movie. Zoe had managed to get herself to sit up long enough to alternate between sipping from her mug of hot tea and dozing on and off. She had managed to take over the corner of the L-shaped couch and she was more than happily snuggled up there, leaning against her dad as she continued to doze off. Every so often the dull ache and twitch of her bladder reminded her of her little plan. “Mooom, Daaaaddd. Can we pause the movie for a bit?” Zoe lifted her head slowly from her dad’s shoulder, casting Zara a questioning look. She wasn’t really asleep, but she was certainly comfortable where she was. However, she was suddenly awake to realize just how badly she actually needed to pee. She kept herself from squeezing her legs together, but it was difficult. “Why do we need to pause the movie, sweetheart?” Zack questioned. “I forgot that I needed a shower,” Zara replied. “And you need one right this very second?” Zack asked, an eyebrow raising. He shook his head when Zara gave him a look that implied he was stupid for even asking. “All right then – go shower,” Zack sighed. “But no longer than 20 minutes. I’ll keep time and it’s startsss –” Zack drew the word out for as long as possible as he pulled up the clock app on his phone and switched to the timer “– now.” He pointed his fingers like he was shooting a gun to start a race. “That’s not fair, Dad!” Zara protested. “The shower takes at least two minutes to warm up!” “Then I’ll add two minutes, but you’d better get going,” Zack said, checking his phone. “You’ve already lost a minute.” Zoe couldn’t help but giggle as Zara hauled herself off the couch with an aggravated groan. She quickly stopped herself as she felt the tiniest drops of pee squeak out from her bladder and hit her panties. Whoops, Zoe thought to herself. Best be careful. Amelia sighed as she watched Zara go up the stairs. “Well, Zack,” she said, “do you mind putting on some more tea? I’ll be right back.” Zoe shifted herself on the couch so that Zack could get up. She settled into the cushions again, watching as her mom walked down the hallway towards the half bath, and she pretended to doze off a little again. Zoe swallowed hard. This was perfect. She counted to 30 seconds in her head before suddenly shooting up from the couch, the pillows falling into the floor with a soft thud. “Zoe,” Zack said in alarm as he poked his head around the corner from the kitchen. “Are you okay?” As hard as she tried not to, Zoe couldn’t help but let out a small noise as she stood and gravity hit her bladder. As she half waddled-half ran towards the bathroom, she paused just long enough to answer her dad’s question. Playing it up a bit, though she really had to go, Zoe crossed her legs, shoving a hand between them as she squeezed hard. The action alone made her face turn bright red as it made her feel young again. A lump formed in her throat from the nervousness of what she was about to do. “I h-h-have to pee reaalllyyy badly,” Zoe half stuttered, half-squeeked out before continuing down the hallway, not bothering to wait for her dad’s reaction. She could hear it however as she made her way down the hallway. “Zo, I think your mom is on the toilet,” Zack called out, sounding slightly worried. As Zoe made it to the bathroom door, she couldn’t help her whine. “Mom? Are you almost done?” she asked, half pleadingly. “I really really need to go.” “Not yet, honey,” Amelia responded from the other side of the door. Zoe waited another few seconds with her hand between her legs before she knocked. “Mom, hurry please,” Zoe pleaded, knocking again as she danced on her feet. “I need to go so bad.” In her mind she could see flashbacks of her younger self in almost exactly the same situation. Realizing she really wasn’t going to be able to hold much longer, Zoe decided to make one more feeble plea. “Mom, please,” she begged, her voice sounding on the verge of tears. “It’s really bad. I can’t hold it for much longer. Please hurry.” “I’m almost done,” Amelia said, her sentence punctuated by the sound of the toilet flushing. As if that was the final piece of the puzzle, it was at that moment Zoe allowed herself to relax. Half aided by the intense need to pee and the noise and the plan of what they were doing, it was easy to just let go. She unclenched her legs, removing her hands, and released the tight muscles that kept her bladder sealed. Zoe felt her shoulders sag in relief as she cast her eyes down to the floor, feeling incredibly juvenile. There she was, wetting herself like she was a little girl all over again. As she felt the warm flow start to spread from her crotch downward, she could clearly see how her jeans rapidly darkened as the rivulets of her pee snaked their way down her legs to the floor. At the same time, she could hear a faint hissing noise from the release. Hot tears began to fill her eyes, and she couldn’t help but squirm as the rapidly cooling liquid reached her socks, soaking them as a puddle began to form around her. The noise of rushing water from the sink startled Zoe and her eyes shot up as the water stopped. She practically froze at the distinct noise of the lock being undone and the door knob being turned. Amelia stood in the door opening, giving Zoe a small smile. “Your turn,” she said, stepping aside so that Zoe could walk through. But Zoe couldn’t move. She couldn’t dare to move. “Zoe?” Amelia prompted. “I thought you needed to go.” She studied Zoe closely, still oblivious to Zoe’s soaked jeans and the puddle on the ground that was creeping steadily in her direction. Zoe could only look downward, her cheeks burning. “I kind of don’t need to go anymore,” she answered softly. “What was that?” Amelia asked, her face twisting slightly with her confusion in trying to figure out what exactly it was Zoe said. “I don’t need to go anymore, Mom,” Zoe said a little louder. She was starting to feel quite icky standing there in her jeans. The cooling denim sticking to her skin felt odd, and her feet felt gross with wet socks. As she shifted, Amelia studied Zoe’s face closer before her eyes traveled down to where Zoe was looking, understanding and realization dawning on her face. “Zoeee,” Amelia said, sounding slightly frustrated, though not unkind. “What happened?” She let out a sigh as she stepped back away from the significant puddle on the floor. “I couldn’t hold it,” Zoe said softly, shuffling her feet. “I had to go really badly. And you were on the toilet and it took too long.” “Well,” Amelia said, putting her hands on her hips, “you know the deal we made.” Amelia took a moment to break the rant she was about to go on to whisper to Zoe, “Just play along, okay?” Zoe met Amelia’s gaze and gave a slight nod. “I don’t want to be put in diapers,” she said. She could feel her heart start to race. Though she was genuinely embarrassed, she was also kind of excited. “You should have thought about that earlier, young lady,” Amelia said before relaxing, her voice softening slightly. “Your punishment stands, but first let’s get you cleaned up.” Zoe nodded, making to move, but Amelia stopped her. “Eeh, don’t move, Zoe,” Amelia said hastily. “Hang on. Zack! Zack sweetie!” “Yeah?” Zack called out. “Everything okay?” “Could you please grab some towels, Zack?” “Towels? Why? Hold on.” “Well,” Amelia said, nodding to Zoe as Zack turned the corner to see what was going on, “she didn’t quite make it, I’m afraid.” “Oh, Zo,” Zack said softly, his tone apologetic. “All right, hold on. We’ll get this taken care of,” he added before quickly rushing off to grab some towels and a mop. When he returned, he turned on the light and took a moment to really inspect the situation in front of him. “Oh, damn it, Zoe,” Zack said in surprise as he took in the chaos of the hallway and the state of his daughter. Zoe was practically shivering where she stood. Her light blue jeans were decidedly now a dark blue and her socks were positively soaked through. It was more than obvious that Amelia didn’t want Zoe to move so that she didn’t track any of her pee past where she stood. “Okay, here’s how it’s going to happen,” Amelia said as she carefully tiptoed around the puddle that had finally stopped. “Zoe, pull off your socks first.” With a wince, Zoe pulled off her socks, holding them helplessly in her hands. She shifted her feet anxiously, somewhat alarmed by how much colder the floor was underfoot without her socks. Amelia grabbed a towel from Zack and set it down before making a line of towels towards the stairs. “All right,” Amelia said, motioning for Zoe to come her way, “step on the towels, please, and come this way.” Zoe did as she was told, rubbing her feet dry on the towels as she walked. When Zoe arrived at where her mom stood at the stairs, another towel at the ready, Amelia motioned for her to step off the towel before rubbing the towel in her hands roughly over Zoe’s jeans to keep them from dripping as much as they were. “Okay, now upstairs,” Amelia directed, giving Zoe a small push. As they approached the upstairs bathroom, they could hear the shower running and Zara happily singing. Zoe questioned whether she would have to wait in her wet jeans until Zara was finished, but Amelia rapped her knuckles on the door. “Zara!” she called out. “Yeah, Mom?” Zara responded. “Wait a sec,” she added from the other side of the door, the shower turning off. “What is it?” “You need to dry off now.” “Why?” Zara protested. “It’s only been maybe 10 mintes.” “Cause I said so,” Amelia answered with a huff. “Your sister also needs a shower, so please dry off and hurry a bit.” “Ugh, okay,” Zara replied, exasperated. Amelia decided that she would dare to try and incentivize Zara a little bit. “If you’re quick, then you can add an extra 10 minutes to your shower tomorrow instead.” “I’m drying off. Hold on.” In the meantime, Zoe was shivering furiously. It wasn’t that warm upstairs and her wet clothes were making her even colder. She was very much looking forward to getting in the shower. “You okay, honey?” Amelia asked, slightly concerned. The last thing she wanted to do on top of everything was make Zoe sick. “Yeah, just a little cold,” Zoe chattered. A few moments later, the door’s lock clicked and Zara walked out, stepping around Amelia and Zoe before coming to an immediate halt. She turned to look at Zoe, her face a mixture of surprise and confusion. “What happened?” she asked, sounding slightly worried. “Is Zoe okay?” “Your sister had an accident,” Amelia answered, giving Zara a reassuring smile. “She’ll be okay. We’ll talk about it later.” “Okay,” Zara said slowly. “Well, as long as she’s okay.” She turned to Zoe, giving her a quick once-over. “I’m sorry that you have to spend our vacations in diapers, Zo.” Zoe was surprised that Zara sounded genuine, though she didn’t miss the hint of a smile behind her words. She said nothing and just nodded before dashing into the bathroom, startled that Amelia followed her in. “Uhm, Mom?” Zoe said. “Can I shower alone?” “Yes, but I need your clothes, Zoe,” Amelia answered. “I’m going to need to wash all of this separately. Also, could you first rinse it before you give it to me? Just strip under the shower so you can at least get warm.” With a heavy sigh, Zoe turned on the water and stepped beneath the stream, feeling awkward about standing there in her clothes. At least the warm water was nice. Amelia stepped out of the room for a moment and Zoe quickly undressed, rinsing her clothes under the water before her mom returned with a laundry basket. “Just squeeze everything out and throw it in, dear,” Amelia said slowly. Zoe frowned but did just that. “Uhm, can I have some underwear and a towel ready?” Zoe asked before Amelia left. “Of course,” Amelia said, grabbing only a towel and leaving to grab some clothes for Zoe. “You’ve got ten minutes, Zoe. When you’re done, come to me and your dad’s room, okay?” “Yeah, okay,” Zoe said as the door closed behind Amelia, her cheeks turning red at the thought of what awaited her.
  7. As Promised chapter 3.5 as soon as possible again the fox's apologise for their oversight (selena) for Avery's oversight enjoy xoxo Avery Chapter 3.5 Zoe remained rooted to the spot for a moment, a deep frown crossing her face as she watched Zara go upstairs. She hesitated for a long moment before deciding to follow. To her surprise, Zara was actually cleaning, but it wasn’t enough for Zoe to leave her be. Zoe stepped into Zara’s doorway, crossing her arms and trying to ignore the burning in her cheeks. “What do you mean with ‘I’m still in them?’” Zoe asked, an eyebrow lifting slightly. At this, Zara nearly started to howl with laughter, dropping the clothes she held in her hand back onto the floor as she clutched her sides. However, her laughter died out at the murderous look on Zoe’s face and as difficult as it was, she managed to turn her laughter into giggles, shaking with her held in laughter. “I saw you, Zo,” Zara said with a smirk. “Last week when you walked out of Mom’s room. You were wearing a pull up or something like that.” Zara made a vague gestured as she spoke, trying to explain what it was she saw. “I was n-” Zoe started to deny before being interrupted by Amelia. “If you’re so concerned about what happened last week, Zoe, then trust me, it will seem like nothing the next time you have an accident,” Amelia threatened. “Come on,” she added. “We have to leave for your appointment in about 30 minutes and we still need to drive there.” Amelia very quickly turned to Zara, shooting her a look. “And Zara, your room looks like a grenade exploded in it. If it’s not cleaned by the time we get back, there won’t be a vacation for you.” Zoe stared at her mom dumbfounded as she left the room and went downstairs. This wasn’t planned, was it? From downstairs, she heard her mom yell out, “Come on, Zoe! Quit stalling. We’re running late as it is!” With a bit of a scramble, Zoe ran down the stairs, grabbing her coat along the way. Amelia was sitting in the car already, looking very impatient, so Zoe was quick to get in and buckled up so that her mom could leave. “Uhm, Mom?” Zoe asked nervously after they had been driving for a while. “We’re not really going to a doctor, right? Or….” Zoe gulped with a small shiver. “Or a hospital?” She had seen her fair share of doctors in her life due to her apparent quick knack for picking up illnesses. Amelia gently laid a hand on Zoe’s knee that was vibrating with anxiety. “Well, we’re not going to the hospital or a regular doctor,” Amelia said, quickly adding when Zoe gave her a startled look, “but we are going to a specialist for your back.” Zoe jumped as she felt a sudden sharp pinch in her back. “Yeouch!” Zoe yelled. “What was that for?” she snapped, shoving a hand behind her so that she could rub her back. “To prove a point,” Amelia answered with a shrug. “I didn’t even do anything special – just touched it. I don’t even think I could pinch it even if I wanted to. Your back is as hard as a rock.” Well, this doesn’t help, Zoe thought to herself. The idea of going to someone specifically for her back didn’t sound exactly pleasant. It turned out that her fears were going to be confirmed far quicker than expected. By the time they returned back to the house, Zoe had to be practically carried back in by her parents and dropped unceremoniously back into her bed. The massage therapist had not been gentle, working for nearly an hour on not just her back and shoulders, but the places Zoe was unaware even hurt at all. Her neck, legs, and feet all got attention and while her neck felt better, she could barely stand. “Ugh,” Zoe groaned as she was dropped onto her mattress. “I am completely done,” she said, closing her eyes, her breathing somewhat labored. “That hurt like Hell.” “It was needed, honey,” Amelia said, bending down to give Zoe a quick kiss on her forehead before closing the shades. “Take a nap. We’ll wake you for dinner.” Zoe rolled around in her bed trying to get herself more comfortable. She could hear voices in the corridor – her mom talking to Zara it sounded like. Despite her exhaustion, Zoe strained her ears to hear what was being said, silently grateful that the door was left ajar. “Yes, I’m aware that Zoe got a massage, but it wasn’t one of the nice ones,” Amelia said to a complaining Zara. “Her muscles were very tight, and she needed to get them loose otherwise she was going to be in even more pain. It was a mixture of deep tissue and sports – neither of which are delicate.” “Is that why Zoe has her accidents?” Zara asked curiously. “Because she’s stiff as a board?” “It has something to do with ...” Amelia started to explain, but the sleepiness that Zoe felt was beginning to set in. Any hopes of listening in on the rest of the conversation were gone, but she did manage to hear Zara mention that she hoped Zoe would feel better soon. A small smile crossed Zoe’s lips at the words. They often teased each other and had their differences, but they were still siblings. No amount of annoying the other would take away the fact there was love there. As Zoe’s eyes fell shut and she sagged into the mattress, she started snoring gently and was out like a light.
  8. I mean the title is be careful what you wish for .... Hehe Thanks for enjoying it Xoxo Avery
  9. I think I might have uploaded this chapter on time. Avery is very proud of that. So, without further ado - enjoy~ :3 Please feel free to leave comments and thoughts~! Xoxo, Avery *** Chapter 3: Punishment and Reward Zoe sighed in a mixture of frustration and relief as she turned her key in the lock of the front door. It felt like her time back at school had dragged, and she had never been more delighted to finally make it home. She quietly entered the silent and otherwise dark house with another long sigh of relief. She was exhausted and due to multiple delays, it was already late. Everyone had already gone to sleep and though she was tired and hungry, she could wait. With a long, shuddering yawn, Zoe decided that sleep was exactly what she was about to do. She carefully sneaked up the stairs, careful to skip the creaky stair on her way up. However, it appeared she wasn’t as quiet as she thought. “Zoe? Is that you?” the sleepy voice of her father called from up the stairs, breaking the silence, forcing her to stop mid-step. “Uhm, yeah,” Zoe said, forcing herself to continue up the stairs. “The train had delays and stuff, so it took me forever to get home,” she added lamely. “Well, get to bed,” her dad answered. “It’s nearly midnight.” And that was precisely what Zoe did. She dropped her bag in her room, went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, and flopped onto her bed without even bothering to close the curtains. The moment her head touched her pillow, she was out like a light. The next morning, Zoe’s eyes fluttered open to the light pouring in through her windows. She sat up slowly, still feeling exceptionally groggy. She was surprised to find that she had fallen asleep with her clothes from yesterday still on, but then again, she had also been far too tired to care. A sudden jolt of surprise went up Zoe’s spine at a realization. Not only had she fallen asleep in her clothes, as she moved her legs to stretch and became acutely aware of the definite padding between her legs. A quick touch of herself confirmed that she had not changed out of the pull up she had decided to wear on her long journey back. She hadn’t expected to spend all night in one. Looking at her phone, Zoe let out a sigh. It was far later than expected for her to be up at 10 am. She usually liked to be up a little earlier, but she had to have been tired from her journey to have slept in so long. Zoe listened carefully and happily realized that the shower wasn’t running, so she quickly changed out of her clothes and pull up from the day before, threw on something simple, and scurried to the shower. She was delighted to find that the bathroom had been recently vacated, meaning no one would plan to use it for a long while. Zoe was going to take full advantage of having a nearly unlimited amount of time in the bathroom to herself. One of the first things Zoe noticed when she closed the door to the bathroom and took a good look was a new freestanding cabinet in the corner. A few things had been moved around, leaving her slightly disoriented, but the cabinet was fascinating. Zoe opened the various drawers, curious to see what was in there. She wasn’t surprised to find shampoos and conditioners and other bathroom supplies. Zoe was curious about the wet wipes, but didn’t think too much of it. There was one drawer that was clearly Zara’s, and she shut it quickly, not really willing to take a look. A squeal of delight escaped her lips when she found a drawer that contained all kinds of new massage bars from Lush and some oils. They were clearly all fresh and Zoe inhaled the scents from the massage bars deeply. It wouldn’t be too long before she would decide to break into those. Some of the other drawers were currently still empty and Zoe wondered exactly what their purpose would be. But for now, a hot shower was waiting. However, as Zoe stepped into the shower she noticed that the two hampers that her mom usually used had somehow become three. She frowned slightly at the new addition, but ignored it for the time being. She could worry about it later. After what was a very delightful shower, Zoe dried off and went back to her room to get dressed so that she could head downstairs. Checking her phone, she found messages from her mom. Good morning, Zoe. I wanted to talk things through with you in person, but it appears Zara is up already. I just wanted to send you this so that you’re not unprepared. Remember how we had discussed what we would tell Zara? We had decided that we would tell her that you have a medical issue going on and that would be why you need to wear diapers in the upcoming weeks. So this is part of that. The last few weeks, your dad and I have talked about the fact that you’ve had quite a few accidents since the last time you were ill. We decided that I would say that you’re going to the doctor today. I am also going to have an “argument” with you where I’ll find some soiled laundry. I will threaten to put you in diapers for the holiday if you have one more accident before we leave. So of course you’ll have one 😉 Don’t worry, we’ll talk about this all when you come downstairs. It will be fine. Zoe sat up on her bed with a deep frown. Her mom was really going out of the way to convince Zara that something was going on. Zoe wasn’t entirely sure if it was the right move, but she figured it could probably work. Unfortunately, she had a reputation for getting sick, so it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility. If that was the excuse they were going with, Zoe had little doubt that Zara would question it. With that update in mind, Zoe made her way lazily downstairs. Her stomach growled loudly, her body more than ready for breakfast. Entering the kitchen, she was greeted warmly by her parents, and she noticed Zara’s amused expression on her face. Zoe shot Zara a look, but mostly ignored her. “Good morning,” Zoe said with a yawn. She stepped up to the counter to make some toast, but before she could reach the toaster, her mother spoke up. “Zoe, hon, do you have a minute so we can talk about a few things?” Amelia asked with a pointed look upstairs. To Zoe’s left, she heard Zara immediately start to snicker, a knowing look on her face that made her nervous. Zara’s laughter earned a sharp expression from their mom and she pulled a face. Zoe looked between the toaster and her mom, beyond starving, but she plastered a smile on her face. “Yeah, sure,” she answered, sounding more confident than she actually felt. Though her stomach was protesting loudly, she followed her mom up the stairs and into her parent’s bedroom. She crossed her arms as her mother closed the door and she frowned. “So, what did you want to talk about?” Zoe asked. In answer, Zoe’s mom pointed towards the attached office that her dad sometimes used to work from home. Zoe sat down in one of the chairs in the office, watching as her mom sat down on the opposite side of the desk and started looking through the drawers. “All right,” Amelia said as she pulled out a stack of papers from a drawer. “So, in a few days we leave to head out on vacation. Obviously you know the plans. Me and your dad just wanted to make sure that you’re still willing to go through with it.” “Yes,” Zoe answered with zero hesitation. She had been looking forward to the holiday vacation for what felt like ages. “Yes, I still want to do it.” “Okay,” Amelia said, looking down at the papers in front of her and then pinning Zoe with a serious look. “There are going to be rules to this, Zoe. If you want to do this, then you’ll have to follow the rules that your dad and I have come up with.” “What are the rules, Mom?” Zoe asked, now intrigued. Her stomach was positively growling louder and louder, but she was curious to know where this was going to go. “Well,” Amelia said, turning the papers around to face Zoe, “first, if you are going to be wearing diapers, we expect you to use them for their purpose. They aren’t any cheaper for adults, and if we’re buying them, then you’re using them. “Second, changes will be done predominantly by me –” a deep flushed crossed Zoe’s face “– but I will teach you how to do them yourself. Changes will be done in private as much as possible, and if that’s not possible we’ll ask for your permission or we’ll work out a solution. “Third, you will be wearing them at all times and that means all the time. However, if there are certain situations where you really don’t want to wear them, you can ask for an out. However, me and your dad will decide if we grant that to you. And we expect you to ask only in very limited situations, for example, going to a swimming pool.” Amelia took a breath, searching Zoe’s face with a slight nod. “Everything clear so far?” Zoe nodded before hesitating for a moment. “Just one question,” she said with a slightly nervous giggle as she read through the first few rules on the page. “For rule one, is that for everything? Or just for a, uhm…number one.” “Just a one,” Amelia answered. “I’m not sure either of us want to deal with anything more than that.” “Okay, then all clear.” “Okay,” Amelia said, taking a deep breath. “There’s two more rules. First, me and your dad will act as if you need them and we won’t hide that. We’re not going to go out of our way to mention it, but we will not hide the fact that you need them. From you, you will also act as if you actually need them. Feel free to go about that whatever way you see fit, but from the moment we start, you will act as if you really need to wear diapers. “This means, wrapping back a little to rule three, that if you don’t wear diapers, this could lead to consequences. First, we’ll talk about the reason why you don’t want to wear them, but not wearing might lead to embarrassing accidents as punishment. WE can decide together how we determine what happens. We were thinking something along the lines of drawing numbers, but we’re not entirely sure.” Zoe thought about it for a moment, not entirely sure she liked the idea but she understood. She read through the rules a few more times and then nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Sounds fine by me.” “Great. Just one last thing – if you really want to stop, truly stop, you of course can but then no more for the rest of the holiday. We’ll review how all of this works halfway through the holiday and at the end. Of course we can always discuss the things that don’t work or make you or us really uncomfortable. Do you understand everything?” “Yeah, I do,” Zoe murmured. She was kind of surprised and amazed at how much effort her parents had put into things. “So, love, understanding these rules and what we’ve discussed between now and the messages I sent you earlier, do you want to continue?” “Yeah,” Zoe replied. “I’m okay with all of this.” “Well, all right then,” Amelia said with a warm smile. “So, obviously you can see that the rules are right in front of you, and if you’ll just flip to the backside of the second page, you’ll see that your dad insisted that we make this all as official as possible.” “Of course Mr. Lawyer decided that he wants to have a contract,” Zoe muttered, taking the offered pen from her mom and signing her name where she was instructed. It felt silly, but she understood why it was done. “Well, now that it’s official, it means I get to show you this,” Amelia said, reaching down underneath the desk and placing a box on the desktop. She opened the lid, exposing its contents and Zoe gasped, her eyes growing wide. Within the box was several different diapers and pull ups that weren’t like Zoe had ever seen before in person. “Wow,” Zoe exclaimed as her mom laid out the contents on the desk. There were three pull ups in different styles and three taped diapers of varying sizes and patterns. She had secretly looked at similar things online, but had never thought she would see them in person. “Okay, Zoe,” Amelia said. “It’s really simple – the pull up to the left and the diaper furthest left are for night time use. They’re both thicker than what you will be wearing during the day. Then you have the pull ups. There is this one –” Amelia pointed to the middle pair that looked thinner than what she currently used and looked surprisingly more like regular underwear “– that’s a lot more discreet than the others. It’s a lot like the one you showed me, but, well…” Amelia trailed off for a minute, her cheeks reddening slightly as she grabbed what looked to be an informational sheet. “It can’t hold as much as the others.” Zoe’s cheeks burned slightly at the remark, not sure that she wanted to think about that just yet. She appreciated having a discreet option, but hadn’t yet considered the idea of just how much such a garment could hold. “Uhm,” Amelia said, clearing her throat before continuing on with a much picker pace. “The next pull up is thicker. It can hold a little more.” “It also has fun patterns,” Zoe mentioned, giggling slightly at the bright colors. “It does, doesn’t it?” Amelia agreed. “Anyway, this diaper over here,” she started before picking up a particularly thick diaper that was a plain white with some pink stripes, “is also for night time.” As Amelia set the diaper down, Zoe picked up the diaper to the right. It had quite a bit of padding and the design was pretty with blue and black leaves and vines swirling over it. It wasn’t childish, but it wasn’t boring. “It’s soft,” Zoe murmured, transfixed by the feeling of the fabric between her fingers. She hadn’t expected it to be as soft as it was. Setting it back down, she looked at the last diaper that had been laid out. It was all white and looked surprisingly flimsy, and she gave her mom a questioning look. “That’s another discrete option,” Amelia said. “It’s meant to be easily hidden, but it can hold a bit more than the thinnest pull up I showed you.” “Wow,” Zoe said. “You really did a lot of research on this.” Amelia nodded. “Yes, I wanted to,” she said. “I must admit that it’s fascinating how much is out there. But if we’re doing this, then I want to do it in a way that’s the healthiest and most comfortable for everyone. Anyway, you’re not getting all six. I mean, for right now you are because it’s a sample pack, but you get to pick out one for at night and one for the day. Whichever ones you prefer I’ll order more of.” Zoe pondered that for a moment. She was torn between the pull up with the fun patterns and the fairly thick diaper with swirling leaves. There was no way that she was going to be able to hide that option, but she didn’t really want to either. Making up her mind, Zoe decided on the taped option and pointed to the night time companion of the day time diaper. There was something about having a taped option that made everything feel more real and that was part of the fun. “All right,” Amelia said with a resolute nod. “Very well, then. So, here’s the deal: just after lunch, I am going to do some laundry. I am going to conveniently find a piece of your underwear that’s clearly not very dry. I’ll confront you about it and threaten to put you in diapers. I mentioned this all in the texts.” “Yeah, I read them,” Zoe confirmed. “Then it’s simple. This is officially your last bail out. You have today from after lunch until Sunday afternoon to have an ‘accident.’ After that, we’ll drive off to get you your supplies. If you don’t have an accident, your dad and I will assume that you don’t want to do this. Is that okay, honey?” “Yeah, that’s fine,” Zoe said, sighing happily at the prospect of following through on her wish. That didn’t mean that Zoe wasn’t worried for when her mother would decide to start an argument with her. Despite knowing it was coming and what to expect, it still left her feeling unsettled. She managed to get through her breakfast and lunch without incident. Zoe decided to stick around downstairs, pretending to read a book while also half-watching along with the show that Zara was watching. Zara kept casting her a funny look in between commercials, looking as if she was about to say something and then deciding against it, but Zoe couldn’t help but notice her slight smirk. There came a point where Zoe was positive that Zara was going to finally say something, but then the relative peace in the house was disturbed. “Zoe Di Luca!” Amelia shouted. “What is this?” Zoe looked up from her book with extremely wide eyes as her mother stormed into the living room. She looked over at her dad who looked over at Amelia slowly, his face switching quickly from surprise, to realization, a small frown crossing his face. Zara immediately burst into laughter. Zoe was wondering what was so funny until she looked at what was held in her mom’s hand; a piece of very, well…not dry underwear. Immediately Zoe felt her face turn beet red. She knew it was faked, hadn’t even worn the underwear her mom held in ages, but it was still embarrassing. “Zoe?” Amelia prompted, practically waving the offending object around. “Well? What is this?” It was taking Zoe time to think of what to say, and her uncertain splutters as she tried to work through her words definitely sold the situation. Her stutter was out in full force. “It was just an accident!” Zoe finally managed to stammer out. “The lesson was really long, and I couldn’t get out of the room.” Amelia let out a heavy sigh. “I’m more than a bit tired of your accidents,” she said. “Every time you come home, there are more and more of these ‘accidents.’” She let out another heavy sigh, shaking her head as she ignored Zara’s snickering. “You are going to the doctors at 3 to get this taken care of, so you’d best be ready in a few hours. Consider this a last warning – if you have any more accidents, you will be placed in diapers for the rest of the holiday and don’t think that’s a bluff.” This caused Zara to howl with laughter, amused at the situation unfolding in front of her. “I don’t know why you’re even bothering to threaten her,” Zara managed through her laughter, drawing a confused look from Zoe who was still frozen. “It’s not like she isn’t in them already!” Amelia shot Zara a look, ignoring the shocked look on Zoe’s face. “Zara, you can stop laughing now because if you don’t clean your room, there won’t be any vacation at all. And if you keep it up, then you’ll be in diapers, too!” “But I’m not –” “Not another word,” Amelia hissed, pinning Zara with a look. “I’ll be checking your room when we get back from Zoe’s appointment, so I would get on that.” Zara pulled a face at Amelia’s retreating back, now no longer amused. She looked over at Zoe with a slight sneer. “Yeah, Zoe,” she said, parroting her mother’s tone. “No more accidents.” “Zara, can it,” Zack said, not looking up from the newspaper in his hand. “Go clean your room.” With a snort, Zara unfolded herself from the couch and begrudgingly made her way upstairs. *** Added bonus note from Avery's editor here - There is a whole separate section at the end of this that did NOT make it because someone *ahem, Avery* did not inform me there were additions after the original ending. (>﹏<) Both Fox's are apologetic in this situation and a 3.5 will be added as spoon as possible. :3
  10. As promised - the next chapter :3 and only a few days late hehehe. Enjoy! Xoxo, Avery *** Chapter Two: More Questions than Answers The day after, Zoe slowly meandered down the stairs for lunch having slept much longer than usual. Her anxiety had left her drained far more than expected, especially with a panic attack involved. After waking up at half-past 10, she hadn’t felt quite ready to go down and face her parents and instead decided to stay in her bed for a little while longer. She felt relieved after telling them almost everything and that their reactions were surprisingly positive, although very confused. But Zoe couldn’t say that she didn’t understand their confusion. After all, she was just as confused, but was also now curious. What would happen now? Zoe figured that the worst case scenario would be that she had to keep it confined to her dorm room in Chicago. She couldn’t dare let herself think of a best case scenario because she wasn’t even sure what that would be. When Zoe made it downstairs, she was surprised to find that only her mom was home in the kitchen washing dishes. “Hey, mom,” Zoe said in greeting as she looked around the room curiously as if her dad and sister were hiding somewhere. “Where are Zara and dad?” “Morning, sweetheart,” her mom replied with a smile. “Your poor Dad took Zara out because she decided that she apparently does not own enough clothes,” Amelia said with an eyeroll. “And besides, it gives us a chance to talk.” Amelia stopped what she was doing, drying her hands on a nearby towel to turn and face Zoe. She frowned slightly as she saw Zoe immediately tense up, her anxiety clearly creeping back in. Amelia couldn’t help but let out a small sigh that went entirely unnoticed by Zoe as she started to fidget with her hands. She couldn’t stand the idea of her baby girl struggling so much again. She remembered how difficult it was when she realized that whatever inner monologue Zoe was having was giving her so many issues. It had caused a lot of grief when she was much younger. Amelia could only hope that by continuing the conversation and keeping the dialogue open while also sharing the plan she had in her head that it would help alleviate some of Zoe’s anxiety. Zoe reluctantly met her mom’s curious case, feeling more than a touch of her anxiety starting to course through her system. She felt herself growing shakier and shakier and tried to play it off by bouncing a bit on her toes. Zoe wasn’t sure if it made her anxiety less obvious or not, but she certainly hoped so. But the question that her mother asked her was not what she was expecting. “How are you feleing, Zoe?” Amelia asked simply. “I’m fi–” Zoe started to say as her mother raised an eyebrow in response telling her not to continue down that particular line of answering. Zoe let out a deep sigh and looked away. “I’m sore,” she finally said, sitting down at the kitchen table. “My shoulders hurt a lot. I think it’s stress. I’ve been worrying a lot,” Zoe continued hesitantly, worrying her lip between her teeth just to have something to do. “I’m sorry, love,” Amelia said softly. She sighed once more before crossing the room to Zoe and gently tugging her up to stand. She didn’t miss the way that Zoe grimaced. Amelia thought about it for a moment before pulling Zoe out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. Zoe dragged herself along behind her mom, not sure what her mom’s plans were as they walked up the stairs. Realization finally dawned on Zoe’s face as her mother beckoned her to follow into her parent’s bedroom. A small bubble of happiness threatened to burst forth amongst the anxiety as Zoe realized what was happening. Amelia shook her head when she noticed the conflicting expression on Zoe’s face before practically shoving her onto the mattress. “Just relax, Zo,” Amelia said. Zoe didn’t need to be told twice as she let herself sink into the soft plush mattress and the extremely soft pillows she often threatened to steal. She adjusted herself to be more comfortable on her stomach with a soft hum, already relishing in what was about to come next. Zoe felt herself start to unwind for just a brief moment until she nearly jumped out of her skin with a squeal at the sudden cold that was pressed at the small of her back. “Oops,” Amelia said in response, her tone decidedly unapologetic as she rubbed Zoe’s favorite massage bar across her skin. She let the bar melt just a little so that it slid easily across Zoe’s skin, careful to not let the hard knobs of the massage bar dig too much into the knots in Zoe’s back. She moved the bar in an upward motion towards Zoe’s shoulders and frowned as she slid it from one side to the other and back down. Zoe whined in both comfort and pain as the massage bar passed over each particularly sensitive area and groaned as her mother switched to her hands. “Zoe!” her mom suddenly exclaimed in alarm as her hands pressed into Zoe’s lower back. Zoe tensed up earning a tap on her shoulder before being pushed back into the pillows. “How long have you been walking around with this?” Amelia asked as she tried to work at Zoe’s lower back which felt like a massive slab of marble. She had never felt her daughter’s back so stiff and wasn’t sure if she was one giant knot or something else entirely that she couldn’t name. Zoe couldn’t help but yelp as her mother’s fingers dug into her back. “I don’t know,” Zoe grumbled out through her grit teeth. “Maybe two months ago?” she added with an innocent tone, attempting to downplay just how much pain she had been in. There had been a few days she had been in so much pain that she couldn’t get to her classes because she could barely get out of bed. “You are supposed to tell us when your back starts acting up like this again, Zo,” Amelia said with a slight huff. “You know we can loosen it for you so that it doesn’t get this bad.” Zoe could only groan in acknowledgement as her mother’s fingers expertly dug into the beyond aching muscles in her lower back. Suddenly her mother decided to switch topics after grumbling about how terrible the knots in Zoe’s back were. “So, we talked about things a little yesterday,” Amelia said slowly. “So…these diapers – you started to wear them since around your midterms?” “Mmhm,” Zoe answered in response. “How often do you wear them?” “At first not that often,” Zoe replied after a few moments. “But now maybe a few times a week or more if I have a really difficult test.” “Have you worn them around others?” Amelia questioned as she continued to work on the other knots in Zoe’s back gently – and every so often not so gently. “I’ve worn them to school,” Zoe admitted. “In my classes.” Zoe froze slightly as Amelia stopped massaging her for just long enough for her to notice. Amelia very quickly continued when Zoe let out a small whine. Zoe enjoyed her massages, especially with the peppery massage bar that her mother liked to buy from Lush. It helped her to relax but also made her horribly unfiltered as it made her brain feel lulled into a sense of security. “Don’t worry, I’m not stopping,” Amelia said with a slight snort. Zoe let out a yelp as her mother started to massage a particularly sensitive knot. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I can’t stop before all of this is a little bit less like stone or else you won’t be moving much.” She couldn’t help but chuckle when Zoe said, voice muffled by her pillows, that she had wanted to mention something earlier because it hurt but wasn’t sure if it was possible to chisel rock. “Do other people know that you’re wearing your…you know?” Amelia continued after she let Zoe settle back into the massage. “I hope not,” Zoe muttered. “I sure as hell never told anyone, and I don’t think anyone’s ever noticed.” “Do you use them for what they’re made for?” Zoe knew that her face had to be bright red as her entire body grew uncomfortably hot at the question. She stuffed her head into the pillow to try and hide her face further before letting out a muffled, “Yes.” “Do you…like to, uhm…use them that way?” “Yes,” Zoe answered after a long pause. “But only for peeing. Nothing else.” “Oh, okay,” Amelia answered, sounding slightly relieved to Zoe’s surprise. As Amelia continued to work on Zoe’s back, trying to knead out a stubborn knot that released with an audible pop, she became very aware of the fact she was using a simple trick to get Zoe to talk. It had been an easy way to interrogate her daughter without her ever fully realizing when she was small and it still worked even with Zoe older. It kept her relaxed and that meant she was unfiltered with her thoughts. Zoe was in absolute bliss by the fact her back wasn’t hurting nearly anywhere as much as it had been. It was still sore from her mother’s ministrations, but it was nothing like the rock she had been. Zoe finally felt relaxed and calmed for the first time in what felt like ages, and though she was acutely aware of what her mother was doing, she didn’t entirely care. So when her mother asked if she would want to wear diapers at home, Zoe answered without much hesitation that she could enjoy that a lot. The questions about control were harder for Zoe to answer. She wasn’t sure how to answer when her mother asked if she wanted someone to be in charge of when she wore her diapers or what that meant entirely. It took Zoe a lot longer to answer as she mulled over her replies. She felt that she had a reasonable idea of how to answer until her mother’s last question that gave her pause. “Do you want to be changed after using your diaper?” Amelia asked. After taking the time to try and think about how she answered the other questions, Zoe felt that she had an answer. She wasn’t entirely sure what the question meant, but Zoe carefully answered with a tentative yes, that she would like that. Zoe couldn’t help but be proud that she answered with only the smallest of stutters. “Okay,” Amelia said softly. “I’ll have to think about that one, but I think I have an idea in mind that could work for all of us. The holidays are in a few weeks and you know that we’re going on vacation. I think that we should try putting you in diapers than and we can see how it works on both sides.” “What will you tell Zara, though?” Zoe questioned, letting out a small yawn as her mother lowered her shirt down her back and she settled into the mattress some more. “We’ll tell your sister that you have something going on medically if it comes up,” Amelia answered. “I don’t think she’ll notice, but if she does, that’s what we’ll go with. Does that sound okay?” “Yeah, sure,” Zoe replied with another yawn, adding before drifting off, “That sounds fine.” *** Zoe shifted nervously in her seat on the train. Unlike two weeks ago, she wasn’t anxious. Well, she was, but not nearly as much as she was before. She found herself more curious to know what would happen over the upcoming holiday. The last two weeks had changed a lot. Zoe was still surprised that she had managed to open up to her parents about her little secret and the fact that she enjoyed wearing diapers. To her even bigger surprise, her parents seemed okay with it. She had been able to talk to her parents about the topic and explain a little about why she enjoyed it. However, an even bigger surprise came when her mom asked her to show her the diapers that she was currently using. Zoe was grateful that everyone was out of the house leaving just her and her mom alone for the time being. She walked to her room, completely red-faced and returned to her parents bedroom with the simple pull-up she was using in hand. “Well,” Zoe said, awkwardly clutching the pull up in her hands, her face bright red with her embarrassment. “This is uhm, currently what I’m using.” She was rather proud of herself for not stammering over her words. “Oh,” Amelia said in response, slightly startled. She studied the grey colored pull-up that Zoe was holding in her hands with curiosity. She hadn’t really known what to expect Zoe to bring into the room. On one hand, she had definitely had flashes of the oversized diapers seen in children’s cartoons or had expected something more akin to an actual adult diaper. She had also imagined something that looked more like underwear that had a slightly thicker gusset. Perhaps even something similar to after she had both of her children. But this was definitely not that. While the pull up Zoe was clutching in her hands definitely tried to emulate the colors of modest underwear, going so far as to have the general shape of a bikini cut, there was absolutely no mistaking the padding or the leak guards. There would be very little way to hide what it was. A surprising thought found its way to the surface as she wondered what exactly it looked like with it on. Was it so padded that it would be obvious? Or would it seemingly melt into Zoe’s form? Deciding to just move forward and show Zoe that she was accepting of it, she decided to ask. “Zoe?” Amelia started, putting on a smile to hopefully calm her overly anxious daughter. “I kind of want to see how it looks on you. Do you mind showing me?” “Uhm,” Zoe said in response. “Oh, uhm…yeah, sure,” she stammered out, a massive bundle of nerves and surprise at the request. She at least took solace in the fact that Amelia appeared to be as red faced as she felt. “Uhm, mom?” Zoe said, bouncing from foot to foot. For whatever reason Amelia didn’t appear to be moving from where she was sitting on the bed. “Do you, uhm, mind giving me some privacy?” “Right, of course,” Amelia said, shooting up from the bed, very quickly snapped out of her stupor. “I’ll be on the other side of the door.” The moment Amelia was out of the room, Zoe sighed. She slowly loosened the belt on her jeans, her face growing impossibly warm. She kicked off her shoes and started to undress the lower half of her body. She shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin. Even though she was putting her pull up on, she felt even more exposed than if she left the bottom half of herself unclothed. As the pull up connected with her skin, sliding snuggly into place, a different shiver coursed through Zoe; one of relaxation. It wasn’t the same level of relaxation that she preferred, but it would do. “Mom?” Zoe called out. “You can come in,” she said with a nervous giggle. She quickly turned around to look at herself in the mirror, feeling incredibly silly. Here she was, at 19, standing in just a turquoise colored t-shirt and a pull up in her parent’s bedroom. When Amelia stepped into the room, she refused to meet her mother’s eyes. “Oh, that looks kind of cute, actually,” Amelia said as she sat back down on the bed. Zoe turned to cast her mom a questioning look, but Amelia had one of her own. “So, what exactly do you want to do with this, Zoe? The plan was to still go through with this over the holidays, right?” “Yeah,” Zoe nodded. “Yeah, I would still like to go through with it then. Only if it’s okay with you, though, of course,” Zoe added hurriedly. “So then are these okay? Or is there something else that you prefer?” Amelia asked, nibbling her bottom lip with thought. “I’m afraid I still don’t know much about this or fully understand it.” “Oh,” Zoe answered. She pondered the question for a few minutes before answering. “I think if it’s okay or at all possible, I would like to try some of the, uhm, thicker…taped diapers?” Zoe admitted as she made a decidedly detailed study of her toes. “Okay,” Amelia said, standing up. “No promises, but I’ll have a look.” Amelia studied Zoe for another moment before clearing her throat and standing up a little straighter as she looked at the clock on the dresser. “Your sister is going to be home soon, though. So, better get yourself changed and get everything put away.” With the very pointed warning, Zoe nodded, grabbing her jeans, underwear, and shoes from the floor and made a mad dash across the hallway to her room. She supposed that she should have at least put her jeans back on, but it would have taken too much time in her parents room. Back within the privacy and comfort of her room, Zoe changed out of her pull up and put her other clothes back on. She tossed herself on her bed with a flop, already missing the comfort of what she called “her squish.” Zoe let out a deep sigh before settling into the comfort of her mattress and her pillows. She grabbed her Kindle from near her pillow, pulling up the book she had been reading last. So far, telling her family seemed to be going well, but Zoe could truly have done without the added stress of it all.
  11. Sooo it's been a while since I've posted something on here. 😅 But I've been working on this for a while and it's to a point where I can slowly post. Well, the beginning at least hehe. In the meantime, for those who might know the story, Jillyverse hasn't been abandoned! New chapters will be posted to that soon. :3 While you're here, please enjoy Zoe's adventures~ I've certainly enjoyed writing them. xoxo, Avery *** Chapter One: The Letter Zoe couldn’t pay attention to what was happening in her no matter how hard she tried. The week had gone well enough, she managed to get through her classes, was sure that she had aced her exam in her Reference and Information Services class, had gone out with her friends the night before, but with the weekend rapidly approaching, Zoe was a bundle of nerves. She had no idea what possessed her to leave her parents a letter before she returned to school. Perhaps it was the thought of the upcoming holidays or the fact she just really needed to write things down, but confessing to her parents that she liked wearing adult diapers as a coping mechanism for anxiety in a letter suddenly felt like a horrible idea. Maybe they had never even found the letter. Nothing was said, after all, so maybe everything was okay. The first person to notice that something was bothering her was her roommate Angelina, who had been staring hard at her a few days prior. It was like Zoe thought about the letter all the time, but when she wasn’t distracted well enough, it was all she could think of. “What’s wrong with you?” Angelina asked, jumping onto Zoe’s bed and cringing at the dull creak of protest it made at her sudden weight. “Nothing,” Zoe answered with a huff. “Oh, please,” Angelina said. “You’ve been staring at your computer screen for ages and haven’t scrolled even once.” She leaned over the top of Zoe’s laptop. “And you’re not even watching a movie, so…what gives?” Zoe could only shake her head in response, prompting a heavy, slightly frustrated sigh from Angelina. “Fine,” Angelina said, closing Zoe’s laptop with a sharp noise. “Then we’re going out. I’ll text the others.” Even though the last thing Zoe wanted to do was go out, she begrudgingly went. She was relieved that none of them questioned the slight waddle she had from the diaper she insisted on wearing out. Who knew that a simple dare during a game of Truth or Dare at a party would have led to this? At the end of class, Zoe checked her phone with a slight frown. After not hearing much from her parents all week, the only notification from her dad saying to be safe on her way home left her on edge. What were her parents thinking? The return home felt longer than usual. The clatter of the train’s wheels against the track seemed to be just as discordant as all of Zoe’s thoughts. The landscape blurred much like her racing thoughts. The closer she was to home, the more anxiety settled into Zoe’s entire being and she felt herself practically bristling with the anticipation of what could possibly be coming next. As the familiar landscape of her hometown came into view, Zoe felt herself dreading the thought of even entering her home. Slowly the trees and the rolling fields of rural America started to make way for the houses Zoe grew up with. As the train barreled into the suburbs of Zoe’s hometown, the long journey home nearly came to a close, and Zoe couldn’t help but heave a deep sigh. It meant that she only had around 10 minutes before her train would enter the station and she could feel herself at the edge of panic, a place she couldn’t say she was unfamiliar with. Zoe could feel the familiar waves of anxiety coursing through her body. As much as she didn’t want to be, she couldn’t help but become a little frustrated by herself. It felt as though her brain had decided to completely forget the years of therapy she had along with the grounding techniques she had learned. She had been diagnosed with anxiety for a long while, basically for as long as she could remember. Between her therapy and the techniques she learned, she had mostly found a rhythm that worked for her. She felt as though she had been doing a great job at keeping her anxiety at bay and keeping it mostly under control. In her humble opinion, even with all of the changes of university life, she had been keeping an excellent grasp on it. The things she learned helped keep most of her anxiety at bay most of the time, but unfortunately, today wasn’t one of those days. Today was different. As the train slowed down into the station, Zoe felt the burger she ate earlier weigh heavily in her stomach. She could feel her stomach twisting into even more painful knots, swirling its contents as if she was a cauldron and a witch was working on a bubbling brew. Zoe could feel the start of the coughs she tended to get when anxious and tried to push them back. She knew that if she started, it wouldn’t end well for her. It wouldn’t be the first time everything in her stomach decided to come back up from being too anxious, but the nausea was perpetual and wasn’t helping in the least. With a screech, the train came to a rolling stop and Zoe got up from her seat to disembark with the large crowd that was gathering at the doors. It wouldn’t be too long before she would arrive home. Zoe tried very hard to stop her little coughs that seemed nearly impossible to go away once they started as she disembarked. It was busy at the platform and in a daze, Zoe made her way through the massive throngs of people with her weekend bag in tow. No matter how much Zoe tried to be rational and think about what lay ahead, nothing seemed to make her feel better. Surely her parents had to have read her letter. After all, she had put it in a place that she knew they would find it. But what if they hated it? What if they hated her? As the tell-tale little coughs grew in their intensity and started to wrack her body, Zoe rushed out of the trainstation as quickly as she could. She made a beeline for the nearest bushes, deeply regretting her choice of greasy comfort food. Taking a sip from her water bottle to clear the taste from her mouth, Zoe made her way to the bus station in a far bigger daze. It was almost like she was looking at herself from above she thought as her mind began to wander as the worry of the fact she would be home soon took over. In fact, it felt like no time had passed at all before Zoe found herself back home. She was so caught up and lost in her thoughts that her body seemed to have malfunctioned and gone on auto-pilot. The next thing she knew she was standing at her parent’s doorstep in the outer neighborhoods of Topeka, Kansas. Zoe blinked a couple times as she wasn’t entirely sure how she ended up where she was. She vaguely remembered getting on her bus, but everything was a haze. Before Zoe could reach into her bag to fumble for her keys, the door opened and Zoe’s eyes shot up to meet the gaze of whoever dared to disturb her final moments of peace. “Hey, Zoe! You’re here,” Zoe’s mom said with a warm smile. She opened the door wide, beckoning for Zoe to enter and closing the door behind her. “You got back home just in time for dinner. Go drop your things off and wash your hands and join us in the dining room.” Zoe stared owlishly at her mother’s back as she disappeared into the dining room where the strong scents of dinner were wafting her way. It was all very strange, Zoe thought. She expected a completely different reaction from her mother – a tension that could be palpable and obvious. But instead, her mother was acting as if nothing was different and that she hadn’t laid out the most difficult letter of her life. Zoe didn’t understand. Dinner was mostly the same as usual, the air still very much the same as it usually was. Zoe could barely eat from her stress while conversations flowed around her like usual. She managed to give a quick rundown of how her week had been, but a lot of it came out in awkward stutters and jumbled thoughts. It was a sure sign that her anxiety was at an all time high, and her parents shared a knowing look but didn’t say a word. Everyone at home knew the moment her thoughts and words weren’t coming clearly meant that she was at the height of her anxiety. Zoe could feel Zara, her younger sister, staring at her questioningly, but didn’t ask what was wrong. Zoe had a love-hate relationship with her younger sister. It wasn’t always easy to deal with her, the age differences between the two of them somehow like a massive mountain at the ages of 19 and 14 respectively, but it was enough to drive a small wedge between them every so often. It wasn’t like things were anything like they were when they were both under 12. Becoming teenagers had changed everything. But the rule at home was that Zoe’s anxieties were not discussed during dinner, so Zara didn’t dare to ask what was going on. Zoe couldn’t say that she hated the rule and was especially grateful for it that night. At least it meant that she didn’t have to make up an excuse for why she was struggling so much. After dinner, Zoe’s mom cleared her throat, giving Zara a tight smile. “Zara, if you don’t mind, me and your father need to speak to Zoe. We would appreciate it if you went to your room,” she said sweetly, but with a tone that implied there would be no further questions. “And please don’t come back down until we say so, okay?” “Okay,” Zara said, slowly standing up from the table. When she was past her parents, she looked back at Zoe with another look and mouthed, “What did you do?” Zoe only shook her head in response, keeping her head low as her parents stood up and started to make their way to the living room. “Zoe? Come join us out here,” their mother said. “There’s something that we need to talk about.” Zara remained rooted to where she stood for just a moment, a look of silent glee crossing her face as the color drained from Zoe’s face. She didn’t care about the fact that Zoe felt like her lungs had an iron vice crushing them in and that someone was sitting on her chest making it difficult to breathe. All Zoe knew was the time she had been dreading had arrived and hot tears burned at the corners of her eyes. She was not ready. “Zara, go upstairs!” Zoe’s mom shouted, her tone a little sharper. “And Zoe, get over here.” But Zoe couldn’t move. It was as if she had forgotten how to control her brain which was malfunctioning to the point where she couldn’t move any of her limbs. All Zoe could do was focus on the soft hiccups that escaped her lips followed by her coughs as she slowly started to hyperventilate. She was distinctly aware of how she felt her dad’s strong arms wrapping around her, basically carrying her to the couch. As hot tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, Zoe found herself meeting the concerned and comforting gaze of her mother who pulled her in close, rubbing soft circles of her back. It was something that worked well when Zoe was a small child, and it still worked. The combined comfort of her dad’s soft spoken words mixed with the calm, steady heartbeat of her mother and her gentle back rubs slowly calmed her down. First Zoe’s breathing calmed and then, finally, the tears that flooded her eyes eventually stopped. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Zoe’s dad asked, meeting her somewhat more focused gaze over her mother’s shoulder. He studied her face closely, relieved to see that the wild-eyed panic had seemed to have subsided just a bit. “We’re so sorry, Zoe,” her mom continued gently. “If we had known you were this stressed out, we would have called or texted or something. We really appreciate the fact that you reached out to us.” Zoe’s mom gently pulled away, keeping her hands on Zoe’s shoulders to look at her at arm’s length. “But I also have to admit that we were both confused. And we were equally confused by your confusion. This just doesn’t come out of nowhere.” “Yeah, it wasn’t exactly something we expected,” Zoe’s dad added with a slight chuckle in his rich baritone. Suddenly Zoe’s mom shot up, glaring at something at the living room doorway. “Zara, for the love of God, if you’re not back upstairs in five seconds and stay there for the rest of the evening until I say so, so help me, your birthday won’t be for a very long time coming.” Zoe looked up at her mom with wide-eyes, but she shook her head in response. She sighed after a few moments before sitting back down. “Sorry about that, Zoe,” her mom said with a grimace. “I-I don’t want her to know,” Zoe stuttered out, a clear sign that her anxiety was still present and hadn’t gone away. “I understand that,” her dad answered. “And we won’t tell. We promise. But where does this come from, zoe?” “It…it calms me down,” Zoe admitted. “Clear sentences, love,” Zoe’s mom gently reminded her. “What does that mean?” Taking a deep breath, Zoe continued without her persistent stutter. “It all started with a stupid game of Truth or Dare. My dorm had a party just before mid-terms because we were all stressed. We just wanted to do something fun because studying sucked. I didn’t realize how hard classes were going to be, so when I found out there was going to be a party, I took it. There was no drinking, I promise,” Zoe added quickly. “Anyway, everything was fine. We were just playing music but then someone suggested we play Truth or Dare. “I wasn’t even the first person to get the dare, but someone on the floor thought it would be funny to send some of the others samples of diapers since all they asked for was an address and and e-mail, so it was like a prank. We all thought it was funny, and I think just about everyone on the floor received them at some point, some more than others with just a letter in their name changed or something. So, when it came to be Jeremy’s turn to make a dare, he told Adriana to wear one of the diapers. I believe around half of us were wearing them at one point, but then when it came back around to me, Laura told me to use it.” “Did you?” Zoe’s mom interrupted with alarm, eyes growing wide as saucers as Zoe’s face turned bright red. “No!” Zoe said quickly. “Not in front of the others.” “So you did later?” “Not right away,” Zoe admitted, her face growing impossibly more red. “I kept the one from the party and just started putting it on to wear it while in my room. It, uhm…it just made me feel safe because of how snug it felt. It felt like it was holding me together like a hug almost.” Zoe took a deep, shuddering breath. She was still overly anxious by the entire situation even though her parents weren’t reacting nearly as negatively as she feared. “I don’t know why, but they give me a sense of safety and comfort,” Zoe said, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, almost as if she was trying to emphasize the point. “It helps with my anxiety, but it was also stressing me out a lot because it was a secret. I felt like I needed to tell someone, and I didn’t know who to tell.” Zoe’s mom studied her for a brief moment before pulling her into a hug, rocking her gently as she did so. “We appreciate you telling us so much. Can we ask some question, though, love?” she asked, leaning back so that she could look at Zoe. “Uhm, I think so,” Zoe said quietly. “We’re just trying to understand you,” Zoe’s dad said, his tone reassuring. “It’s all a bit new to us and we thought a lot about your letter over the past week. We weren’t sure how we wanted to approach it, but we just didn’t – or don’t, rather – understand what all of this means for you. So, this is us trying to do that now.” “So, let’s start with the simple questions first,” Zoe’s mom interrupted. “How long have you been wearing them?” Zoe had to think a little before answering. “A while,” she admitted. “Almost two months now, I guess.” She grimaced at her parents eyes went wide. “So then you really started wearing them after your mid-terms?” “Yeah.” “Did you ever, uhm…wear them while you were here at home?” “No!” Zoe said quickly, shaking her head vigorously and feeling her face flush. “No, never. I was too scared that you’d find out,” she admitted in a voice barely higher than a whisper. “It’s been eating at me, just always worrying. Especially at school when I didn’t want people to find out there either.” “Oh, honey,” Zoe’s dad said gently. “We were wondering what it was that had you so pent up for weeks now. We were worried, but you’re so far away during the week that we couldn’t really find the time to ask. We thought that maybe it was just stress from your classes, but you never seemed to mention having any issues there.” There were a few more questions that were asked – did anyone else know, did anyone suspect, did she want to tell other people - but Zoe was growing more and more exhausted by the minute. It was normal that her anxiety would make her incredibly tired and the addition of the panic attack tended to wipe her out completely. Tonight was not any different in that respect. Zoe was halfway through explaining that she really felt that her wearing diapers was just something that made her feel comfortable while being not completely in control, but also being able to maintain it when she drifted off with her head resting against her mom’s chest. Between her parents, they managed to lay Zoe down so that she was laying on the couch with her head resting in her mother’s lap and legs and feet across her father’s, just as they had done when she was a lot smaller. They just looked at each other for a moment, still extremely lost by the entire situation, but also starting to understand a little more. “So, Zack, what are we going to do with this?” Amelia, Zoe’s mother, asked. “We’ll support her, of course,” Zack replied with a slight shrug as he gently rubbed Zoe’s legs. “If she is happy wearing diapers then we just let her wear them. It’s not hurting anyone and it’s not like she came home saying that she’s doing cocaine. I just don’t understand what Zoe means about the control thing?” “I think that’s something that we’ll need to figure out,” Amelia sighed as she brushed Zoe’s hair back away from her face. “That and we need to figure out what exactly we tell Zara. But I think I have an idea. The holidays are in a few weeks, so we could put Zo back in diapers and we’ll control it for her, and see how it goes. We keep at it for the holiday, and after that we’ll talk to her about it and see how she feels. Things can change and maybe she’ll feel like she doesn’t like it as much, but we’re starting at square one.” Zack thought about it for a moment before nodding. “I think that’s a good idea,” he answered. “But we’ll talk it through with Zo tomorrow before we decide anything.” He sighed, looking down at Zoe. “For now I think we should at least get her upstairs and in her bed. I don’t think she’ll be too comfortable down here.” With some very careful maneuvering, Zack was able to pull Zoe into his arms and made his way upstairs to put her in her room. Amelia remained where she was on the couch, thinking hard. She hadn’t expected things to change so drastically and so suddenly, but she thought she knew what to do.
  12. Its a great story but i see its resolved in the comments but i think you should have given the original author the credits in your story and not put it down as your own Its a great story thoug
  13. Atleasf you had luck on your side Glad to hear you salveged the situation
  14. a/n: Hehehe oops! Here's a Christmas chapter in the spring because I swear we weren't writing this around Christmas time and forgot. :3 :3 :3 Happy almost Easter, everyone! xoxoxo --- Chapter Six - A Christmas Delight “What do you mean you didn’t come home for Christmas?” Jill grimaced as she listened to Alice on the other side of the phone. She hadn’t meant to forget to tell Alice that she wasn’t returning back home to Georgia for the holidays, but with everything going on, it had completely slipped her mind. Even though Jill was dealing with kindergartners, the end of the second marking period was always particularly busy. In between the children being over-excited about the holidays and the first bouts of snow in the area, no one had any focus. In between her classes, Jill had spent time trying to navigate holiday schedules with her own family, delighted they would arrive for the New Years. On top of that, she was trying to figure out how she was going to fit in with Natalie’s family. “It’s my first Christmas here in Maryland,” Jill said quietly into the phone, giving Natalie a sheepish smile from where she was hiding in the Browning family home. Natalie mouthed out an, “Are you okay?” from where she was sitting with Seth and Jill gave a thumbs up in return. “Besides, it’s a long trip back to Georgia and my parents are coming here instead of me going there. They wanted to spend more time in the snow.” “Well, I don’t like this one bit,” Alice complained. “You told me that you would be coming back for the holiday. And quite honestly, I thought you’d be back in Georgia by now.” “This is my home now, though, Alice,” Jill said quietly. She stepped a little further into the side room she had entered and glanced briefly at the photos lining the walls. Jill hadn’t paid too much attention to the room she had entered and quickly realized she was in a small office. “I wouldn’t be able to just up and leave anyway, especially not in the middle of the school year.” “You’re missed here, though,” Alice added softly. “Yeah, I know,” Jill replied. Jill looked up curiously as Natalie gave a loud squeal and immediately ran to the door the moment the doorbell went off. She knew that not everyone had arrived, but Jill had no idea who would make Natalie that excited. Then again, every time the doorbell rang, Natalie was that excited. “Oh,” Alice said, surprised by the sudden noise. “Who are you with?” “I was invited to spend the holiday with a co-worker,” Jill answered, cringing slightly at Natalie’s not so quiet screech of delight from nearby. “Listen, Alice, I’m really sorry, but I have to go. Merry Christmas.” Before Alice could say another word, Jill swiftly ended the call. Jill sighed, shoving her phone into her jeans pocket and practically rushing back into the living room without looking up. She was extremely startled to find herself literally running into what looked like a slightly older version of Natalie. “Well, that ruined that introduction,” Natalie said with a slight huff. “Jill, I see you’ve literally run into my sister Quinn.” Natalie looked amused and fascinated at the sight of her sister and her small friend and coworker trying to disentangle themselves. Jill, who was genuinely very well put-together when meeting new people seemed to be positively flustered. Natalie also didn’t fail to notice the subtle blush that had crept up Jill’s cheeks, but for the time being, she would give her the benefit of the doubt. “Anyway,” Natalie said, clearing her throat as she clapped her hands in an attempt to bring some attempt of ordering the chaos in front of her eyes. “Quinn, this is my friend, the kindergarten teacher that goes by the lovely name of Jill,” she announced as if running a dating show, all the while trying not to giggle. “And Jill, meet my hopelessly annoying, but endearing older sister, Quinn.” With introductions finally being made and Quinn being redirected to the living room where she was greeted with great enthusiasm by their parents, Natalie turned around to face Jill. “What was that call about?” Natalie asked. “The conversation sounded a bit heated. Is everything okay?” She glanced over her shoulder, rolling her eyes as her parents started to drag Quinn into the kitchen to help cooking. No one dared to allow Natalie to cook after she had burned everything to a crisp the past few holidays. Seth had lovingly referred to her as his “Little Fire Starter” when she had been in the kitchen earlier, placing a well-natured kiss on her temple before sending her away to do, as he said, “Literally anything else.” “Oh,” Jill said, rubbing the back of her neck and watching the scene happening behind Natalie with curiosity. “Uhm, that was Alice, the one I told you about from back home. She was expecting me to be back in Georgia for Christmas, but well, I obviously decided to stay here instead.” Jill gave a slight shrug before her flush from earlier returned. Natalie knew exactly what Jill was about to ask before she opened her mouth. “Hey, Natalie, I know your parents are staying the night,” Jill said quietly, “but can I still place, uhm, my things up in the bathroom upstairs?” “Yeah, of course,” Natalie answered, waving Jill off. She knew to expect the question as it came up every time, but Natalie knew Jill still needed the reassurance it was fine. “You don’t have to ask me, you know, right? If you’re here, you can use the bathroom upstairs as if it’s your own. That is not an issue and won’t ever be one.” “Okay,” Jill replied sheepishly, “thank you.” She let out a small sigh of relief before heading up the stairs, grabbing her bag in the process. As Jill walked away, Natalie couldn’t help but secretly peer closely as Jill to see if she could spot any wetness. It didn’t happen often, but sometimes in rare situations, she could spot a teeny bit of wetness on Jill’s pants. After seeing her have an accident twice, Natalie paid very close attention. Of course, today she couldn’t seem to see anything. If she looked close enough, she could see the subtle outlines of whatever Jill wore during the day, but that was enough confirmation for her. Before Natalie could think about it further, she was suddenly whisked away from her thoughts by her mother calling for her from the kitchen. “Hey, honey?” Natalie’s mom called out. “Do you mind coming here for a minute?” “Yeah, I’m coming,” Natalie shouted back. She stepped into the modestly sized kitchen, sighing as she took in the scene in front of her. Her father was happily placing cookies on a tray as Seth and Quinn worked together with their mother putting together one of the many snack trays they were famous for. “What is it?” Natalie asked. “Do you mind bringing these over to the table, sweetie?” her mom asked before thrusting a plate of snacks in her hand. “Yeah, sure,” Natalie said, muttering under her breath sarcastically about giving her a second to answer. “What was that, dear?” Natalie’s mom asked, giving her a gentle smile. “Absolutely nothing,” Natalie said, returning her mother’s smile before making her way to the living room with the plate of snacks. As she entered the living room, she was greeted by the cheers of the family members that hadn’t been recruited in the effort of getting the food ready for the evening. She plopped herself down on the couch next to Jill who had taken the nearby armchair and was talking to her uncle. Natalie couldn’t help but notice that Jill seemed to lose concentration, looking around the room for a moment before eyes freezing on the doorway to the kitchen. Natalie took a peek herself and snorted when she noticed her sister in view. The noise seemed to draw Jill’s attention away, her eyes widening as she met Natalie’s intrigued gaze. Knew it, Natalie thought as Jill’s face suddenly started to grow pink. She leaned forward to grab a handful of her mom’s prized popcorn mixes with chocolate drizzled and popped a few pieces in her mouth. She gave Jill a pointed look and waggled her eyebrows, snickering as Jill gave her an exasperated look. Jill was caught and she knew it. Natalie couldn’t wait to torture her just a little bit. The conversations being had while everyone happily ate the snacks that were laid out were very cozy, and, well, normal. It felt like it had been ages since Natalie had been surrounded by conversations not revolving around talking to children, and it was nice. Each member of the Browning family present was pleasant and none of them seemed to question the addition of Jill, already bringing her into the fold as if she were family. Natalie was delighted. When she looked over at Jill, who had moved along to talking to her mother, she couldn’t help but spot Jill’s sly glances over at Quinn. Not wanting to get in between what could potentially be an argument between her cousins, Natalie quickly got up from the couch to join Jill and her mother. Her mother had also once been a teacher, so Natalie wasn’t at all surprised that the conversation Jill was having revolved around working in a school. Eventually, the conversation moved into a three-way debate on how best to get children to pay attention in class. All three taught at different grade levels, and none of them could agree on a single answer. Before they could get too far into the conversation, the three were interrupted by Seth. “Excuse me, ladies,” Seth said from his place on the couch, giving Natalie’s mom and Jill a small smile before returning his attention to Natalie, “but the rest of us would like to survive Christmas without going cross-eyed, thank you.” There was a loud round of laughter that was enhanced only by the wine and beer that nearly everyone was drinking. Natalie rolled her eyes and agreed, shaking her head. To Natalie’s pure delight and amusement, her uncle Richard turned to Quinn with a very serious look on his face. Just like holidays previous, Natalie knew what was coming. She realized just then just how much her family was made of creatures of habit. “So, Quinn,” Uncle Richard said, leaning forward in his chair towards Quinn who looked less than amused, already knowing what was coming. “We’re sitting in the house of my lovely niece Natalie and her loyal husband Seth, and a man can’t help but wonder if someone has finally stolen your heart, Quinny girl. You didn’t come with a date again this year.” Even though Natalie knew it was coming, it didn’t stop her from nearly choking on her glass of wine as she tried to keep herself from laughing. Her amusement throughout the night was only growing and growing as Quinn groaned in pure embarrassment and Jill was practically leaning forward in rapt attention. Not so subtle there, now are you, Jill? Natalie thought to herself with a slight smirk. “No, Uncle Richard,” Quinn said in sheer exasperation. “No man – or woman, for that matter – have stolen my heart so far.” Natalie couldn’t help but take the chance to tease Jill a little bit. “And how about you, Jill?” Natalie asked, with a cheeky grin. “You’ve been here for a while. Have you met your knight in shining armor just yet? Your Prince Charming on a white horse?” Natalie couldn’t help but start to giggle. “Or, oh wait, you’ve got your little boyfriend in Georgia, right? What was his name again? Mike?” “Ugh!” Jill shouted, shooting daggers at Natalie. “Don’t ever bring up Mike! He seriously called me recently to tell me he could show me a good time and ‘straighten me out.’” Jill said, perhaps a bit more freely than she would otherwise. She shuddered at the thought before adding, “And this this why I date women. Men are idiots.” Jill suddenly fell silent, realizing what she had said and Natalie quickly had to salvage the situation. It didn’t matter to her family at all, but Jill didn’t usually share that part of herself. Quickly trying to think of what she could say to take the attention off Jill for a moment, Natalie could only think of one thing and she went all in without thinking. “Well, maybe you could end Quinn’s misery,” Natalie suggested. “Steal her heart and then maybe you’ll finally stop looking at my tits. I mean, not that I blame you or anything. They are really nice,” she said with a straight face. The first noise she heard in the stunned silence was her poor dad choking on the beer he had just started to drink. He had only managed a small sip before he spit it out, dying of laughter. It didn’t take long for the others to join in and when Natalie looked over at Quinn, she was surprised to find her curiously studying a now very beet-red Jill. “Oh, Natalie,” her mother said in a firm tone. “It is not nice to say that about your friend! We wouldn’t tell her that you kept a photo of Seth in your room before he was even your boyfriend, would we?” Damn it, Natalie thought. I’ve been attacked. She felt her ears heat up as the entire room was suddenly doubled over, howling with laughter. “I think it’s time to go and get dinner on the table,” Seth said, smoothly saving his wife, for which she was very grateful. “Clarissa and Quinn, do you two ladies mind helping to set the table while I steal Jill? For once, I need a woman who actually knows how to cook.” “Well, damn,” Natalie said. “Everyone is out to get me tonight, aren’t they? So much for the holiday spirit here. I can cook too, you know!” “The cremated potatoes of last year say otherwise, love,” Seth quipped gently as he followed Quinn and Natalie’s cousin Clarissa into the kitchen with Jill following shyly behind. With the table set and dinner placed on the well-decorated table, the Browning family made their way to eat. With plenty of wine and very good food, the conversation was flowing easily, and Jill seemed to fit in perfectly with the others. Everyone made sure to compliment Seth’s cooking as he had taken over most of Natalie’s mother’s cooking duties that year, and he took the compliments in stride. He had worked hard to put together the perfect dinner that year and even he had a slight blush on his face by the time dinner was over. Natalie shifted in her seat, giving Seth a questioning look when she realized that she needed to pee. She couldn’t recall the last time she had gone to the bathroom, far too fascinated in what was going on with Jill and Quinn’s sudden interest. Seth’s look in return was curious before he raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side slightly. Natalie shrugged and grinned into her glass of wine when Seth gave the smallest of nods. They had only the shortest of conversations over playing that night, but Natalie thought it wouldn’t be terrible to take the opportunity. They both had a slight exhibitionist side, though neither of them would dare to ever actually get caught. “All right!” Natalie’s mother said, clapping her hands loudly to try and rouse everyone out of their sleepy after-dinner slump. “Time for presents!” With a mixture of delighted chatter and exhausted groans, the Browning family returned to the living room. Natalie hung back to try and keep pace with Jill, waving Seth on with the others. “Hey,” Natalie said, dropping an arm around Jill’s shoulders and pulling her in close as they walked. “You doing all right?” Jill was quiet for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I think so,” Jill said with a slight smile. “I can’t thank you enough for inviting me. Tonight’s been wonderful so far.” She hesitated for a moment as she looked into the living room, eyes scanning once more for Quinn. “But I feel bad.” “You feel bad? For what?” “Well, I didn’t know exactly what to bring for gifts.” “Your idea was brilliant!” Natalie said, giving Jill a slight squeeze. “Please, Beanboozled was a great idea. Nothing over the top and since you insisted on buying something for everyone it’ll go over perfectly. You know you didn’t have to do something for everyone, right? You just being here was more than enough?” “I wanted to,” Jill shrugged. “It felt wrong to not bring something, and since I don’t really know anyone….” “Well, good news for you, you’re not leaving here empty-handed,” Natalie said, quickly depositing Jill on the couch next to Quinn before rushing off and letting Jill dare ask any questions. Natalie’s entertainment was only fueled by watching Jill try to sheepishly interact with her sister. Gifts were exchanged and she was thrilled that everyone seemed to jump into playing a quick round of Beanboozled with each other, much to Jill’s embarrassment. Natalie was delighted to gift Jill with a custom mug set and was even more delighted to share that Quinn had been the one to actually make them. “Oh, I was wondering who these were going to be for,” Quinn said with a bright smile as she reinspected her work. “You never told me!” she said to Natalie. “Oops,” Natalie said with a shrug. They had made it around halfway through the gift giving when the family decided to take a small break for some quick refreshments. Natalie was in the middle of pouring a drink for herself when her mom called her. “Hey, Nat, baby? Can you come here for a second?” Natalie gave her mom a confused look when she spotted her concerned expression. “Yeah, sure,” Natalie responded, puzzled as she followed her mom into the hallway. She was even more curious when her mom brought her into one of the nearby rooms and closed the door, her mom turning to her with a worried look. “Uhm, is something wrong?” “So, when I went to the bathroom, I had to go upstairs,” Natalie’s mom started. “Someone was already in the one downstairs, but I was surprised to go up and see that there was a bag with diapers.” Before Natalie had a moment to intervene, her mom continued. “Are you having problems, love? You know you can tell me, right? Or –” her tone turned slightly suggestive and she wiggled her eyebrows “– are they for a different purpose?” Natalie’s face went beet red. She forgot that her mom knew about her particular interests and cursed herself for getting so drunk that she felt comfortable sharing that information. “Moooom,” Natalie whined, running her hands over her face, “you said you would never mention it again. But no.” Natalie sighed, pinning her mom with a look. “I’m not having any issues mom. I trust you can keep this to yourself, but those are Jill’s. Don’t tell her that you know. I’ll have to go and put them in a different spot for her.” “Oh!” Natalie’s mom said, pressing a hand to her chest in shock. “Oh, the poor girl. I won’t tell a soul. You don’t have to worry about moving them, she has the bag under the sink, I was just –” “Snooping?” Natalie’s mom immediately burned bright red and gave her daughter a sheepish grin. “I was just looking to see if perhaps you and Seth -” “We aren’t trying yet, mom,” Natalie sighed, rubbing her hands over her face. “Trust me, you will be the first know when I’m pregnant. Now, out!” Without another word, they both returned to the living room. Natalie plopped down in Quinn’s abandoned spot next to Jill and sighed. Jill gave Natalie a questioning look. “Everything all right?” Jill asked, taking a small sip of her wine. “All good,” Natalie sighed again. “Just normal overbearing family stuff.” “Got it,” Jill said, lifting her glass as if in a toast. “That would be Alice for me. I understand far too well.” The rest of the night seemed to go without a hitch. The rest of the presents were given out and one by one the rest of the Browning clan started to depart. Soon all that was left was Natalie’s immediate family, a few of Seth’s family members, and Jill who was curled up half-asleep on the couch. She had indulged in a touch too much wine and at everyone’s insistence, she was banned from helping to clean. As Natalie and Quinn were cleaning up the dishes for the night, the rest of the family that hadn’t returned home just yet were softly talking. There was a sudden heavy silence that Natalie could practically feel radiating from Quinn as she cleared her throat. The question Quinn asked was not what Natalie was expecting. “So, Nat, what can you tell me about your friend?” “About Jill?” Natalie questioned, her brow furrowing as she looked over at her sister who nodded slightly, her cheeks turning pink. Natalie’s questioning look turned to incredulous. For what seemed like the first time in forever, Quinn was showing interest in someone. If Natalie was correct, and based off of the growing red on her sister’s face, Quinn was really interested. “Well, uhm,” Natalie said slowly, trying to think of what exactly to say. “She’s a sweet soul, I’d say. Very intelligent, obviously great with kids, although she can get a bit impatient on occasion.” Natalie chuckled as she returned to drying off the dishes Quinn was handing her. “Seriously, she can be overdramatic sometimes. She is from the south and people didn’t really like her life choices that much, so she can handle herself pretty well. Jill’s normally very sweet and caring, but if you get on her bad side, she can give as good as she takes.” Natalie was so busy thinking about things to say about Jill that she nearly missed Quinn’s next question. “Do…you think she would be interested in maybe going out with me?” Quinn asked quietly, barely looking at her sister. On the inside, Natalie was doing a happy dance, but to her absolute agony, before she could answer, Seth’s uncle stuck his head around the corner. “Hey, me and Clarissa are going to head home,” he said, giving everyone in the kitchen a wave goodbye. “Thanks for hosting again, Natalie. It was wonderful as always.” “I’ll show you two out,” Natalie said, ever the hostess. However, moving made her realize one thing she had forgotten; she needed to go to the bathroom. After waving their goodbyes, Seth’s aunt and uncle drove off into the night. Dancing from foot to foot, Natalie rushed towards the downstairs bathroom and let out a groan. Someone had beat her to it; probably someone else getting ready to depart and make the drive back home. Natalie frowned, letting out a small grown at the urge she had to go. She didn’t particularly want to wait, and so she decided to brave running up stairs. As quickly as she could, Natalie hobbled up the stairs as she had done on many occasions before making a sharp turn left to the bathroom. Natalie was glad that she didn’t try to postpone things further. It was not the night to have an accident. Her bladder, however, had other ideas. The moment Natalie caught sight of the toilet, her bladder, sensing imminent relief, relaxed just enough for Natalie to let out a surprised, undignified squeal as she felt the front of her panties dampen. With pure force of will and a lot of experience, Natalie managed to immediately stop the urge to completely relax. With everything she had, Natalie was able to hold just long enough to pull down her half-soaked panties and hike her still dry skirt up before sitting on the toilet and allowing herself to relax. Natalie let out a sigh of relief, letting herself remain where she was for a moment before she got up. She swore silently under her breath as she inspected the damage in front of her. Her panties most definitely had a considerable damp patch on the front of them, but at least her skirt was dry. She had opted for a maxi-skirt that night and it would have been suspicious if she had to change out of it. Natalie did her best to dry her panties after wiping herself before finally getting up, washing her hands, and leaving. She let out a gasp of surprise when she found herself face to face with her husband who was looking at her curiously. “Uhm, hi?” Natalie said when Seth didn’t say a word. “Did you need something?” “Well, I couldn’t help but notice just how quickly you went up the stairs,” Seth said slowly, his eyebrows raising slightly. “And I was just finishing up setting up the room for your parents. However, I couldn’t seem to find the spare comforters for them, since I know your mother loves to have extra blankets.” “They’re in our room,” Natalie replied, starting to make her way around Seth who stepped in front of her to block her way. “What?” “Well, do you mind helping me find them? I would hate to…accidentally…miss them. I think I need to take a peek with you.” Natalie stared at Seth incredulously, not quite believing what she was hearing. She knew that they had their silent agreement to play from over dinner, but she figured that she was safe considering nothing else was said. With a huff, Natalie practically stomped to their bedroom with Seth following behind her. She turned around and looked at Seth with her arms crossed when he closed the door behind them, his expression shifting to something between mischievous and silent glee. “Well?” Seth asked. “Well what?” “Did you make it up the stairs dry?” “Yes,” Natalie huffed, glaring at Seth when his eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “Somehow I don’t believe you,” Seth replied with a grin. “Do I need to check?” “No.” “Hmm,” Seth hummed walking slowly across the room to stand in front of Natalie. He gently grasped her shoulders, leaning down closer to her. “Based off of that very loud squeal coming from the bathroom, I think I need to check.” “Damn it,” Natalie grumbled, turning her face so that she didn’t have to look directly at Seth. “You heard that? And it’s only a little, anyway. Don’t need to check for that.” “Oh, yes,” Seth said. “I definitely heard that. I still feel like I can’t believe you, so, skirt up.” Natalie felt her face begin to burn for what felt like the millionth time that night and she lifted up her skirt as far as she was willing to go. She squeaked as one of Seth’s hands crept down and under the hem of her skirt to feel the front of her panties and her face burned even more when he paused. “Love?” Seth questioned. “Yeah?” Natalie asked quietly. “You told me it was only a little, no?” All Natalie could do was nod as Seth took a few steps back and lifted Natalie’s skirt up further to take a look. “Oh,” Seth said, shaking his head slightly. “And you told me that it was only a little.” “Seth,” Natalie hissed, looking pointedly at their closed bedroom door and shoving her skirt down. “We still have guests, you know! My parents are in the room next door!” “Not yet,” Seth replied with a pout. “I thought we were playing.” “Yeah, earlier,” Natalie replied with a sigh. She pointed over to the closet. “The extra blankets are in there!” “Hmph,” Seth responded. “Fine. I’ll let you off the hook this time. But next time you’re mine!” Natalie rolled her eyes and flipped Seth the middle finger before making her way back downstairs. Quinn was talking to their parents near the stairs, getting ready to make her departure and Jill had completely fallen asleep on the couch. Natalie had to admit to herself it was kind of cute to see Jill snuggled up with one of the couch pillows and Quinn kept looking her way, looking almost fascinated herself. Quinn very shortly said her goodbye leaving the rest of the family in silence for a moment as they watched her depart. It took Natalie a few moments to realize that her mother wasn’t paying much attention to Quinn’s departure. Seemingly distracted, Natalie followed her mother’s gaze and frowned realizing that she was staring just a little too intently at Jill’s bottom. Natalie cleared her throat, giving her mother a pointed look and was somewhat relieved to see her mother blush at being caught. “Right then,” Natalie’s mom said, grabbing her husband’s arm. “I think it’s time for us to head to bed.” “Yes, that sounds like a great idea,” Natalie said. “Get out of here. I’ll finish cleaning up.” Natalie’s father looked entirely perplexed by what was going on, not quite getting a read on his wife and his daughter. He looked down at the whiskey glass he had been nursing for the past hour and sighed, downing it with a shrug. Seth was making his way down the stairs and gave Natalie a curious look as the whiskey glass was shoved in his direction. “What was that about?” Seth asked after bidding Natalie’s parents goodnight. “Oh, nothing,” Natalie replied before looking over at Jill who was still asleep. “I’ll tell you later, actually. I’m going to clean up some more before we consider waking up sleeping beauty over there.” Seth nodded, making his way over to the couch and Natalie on her way to the kitchen. She very quickly cleared out the rest of the dishes, putting the dryer items away in the cabinets before deciding she was finally far too tired to do much. Natalie plopped down on the couch next to Seth with a heavy sigh. “Long day, love?” Seth asked, dropping an arm around her shoulders. “You think?” Natalie asked before snuggling into Seth’s side for a moment with a large yawn. “Very long day. Remind me next year that I’m making Quinn host. This is way too much.” There was a long silence before anyone spoke again, Natalie very slowly drifting off to sleep herself. “So, what was that earlier?” Seth asked. He then nodded over to Jill who was most definitely snoring from her spot on the other couch. “And what did you think of the two love birds?” Natalie sighed, forcing herself to sit up and rubbing her hands over her face. “Well, Mom seemed to find Jill’s…things…” Natalie replied cryptically, glad when Seth nodded in understanding. “She was trying to figure out if I was lying to her about whose they were or not. And honestly, I’m glad Quinn and Jill seemed to hit it off since we all know our little Jilly-bird has been obsessed with me since she started working with me.” Seth snorted and shook his head. “Still going with that story?” “What story? It’s the truth!” Natalie said with a giggle. She yawned again. “Oh, shit, I am tired.” “Uhm, excuse me,” Seth huffed. “I’m the one who was in the kitchen all day in case you forgot.” “Yeah, yeah,” Natalie said, waving Seth off. “You didn’t do much.” Natalie couldn’t stop her cheeky grin at the offended look on Seth’s face but before their mock argument could take place, her ears suddenly seemed to prick up at the strange noise that seemed to be filling the room. Seth looked just as lost by the sudden noise in the otherwise silent room before they both looked over at Jill in alarm. If they were at all familiar with the sound, and they were both sure that they were, there was little doubt that Jill had just wet her pull-up. “All right, I’ll take that as my cue to leave,” Seth said, quickly standing up and giving Natalie a kiss on the cheek. “It’ll be like I was never even here.” Natalie gave Seth an appreciative look as he rushed up the stairs. She gave it a few minutes longer before she stood up to wake Jill, but Jill managed to start waking up herself. Jill looked at Natalie in confusion and took a look around the room before realization dawned on her face. Without a second thought, Jill’s one hand immediately shot to her bottom and she let out a groan at the dampness that appeared at the tops of her legs. “No,” Jill said with a moan. “I didn’t –” “Couch is fine,” Natalie replied quickly, dragging Jill up off the couch. “Besides, I’ve been looking for an excuse to get a new one anyway, so if you did, it would have been perfectly fine. Now come on, let’s get you upstairs and ready for bed because I think you need it.” With that, Natalie followed a very embarrassed Jill up the stairs. Natalie joined Jill in the bathroom for a moment to brush her teeth before giving Jill a chance to take a quick shower. Natalie gave Jill a quick goodnight and reminded her of which room was hers before heading towards her bedroom. Natalie popped her head into the room her parents were staying in and wished them both a good night before heading into her room. Natalie made sure to shoot her mom another warning look before leaving, not at all surprised that her father still looked terribly confused. Natalie finally crawled into bed next to Seth who was patiently waiting for her to settle in before asking the question that was on his mind. “How’s the couch?” “The couch is fine,” Natalie said into her pillow. “Now shut up and go to bed.” “Damn it,” she heard Seth mutter under his breath before he turned off the lamp on the side table and falling asleep himself.
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