The Road Trip

Chapter 45
The Road Trip, Part 45

Part 45

I was still sitting in the bathroom long after I finished peeing. 

Getting up meant that the diapers would be sagging between my legs instead of under my ass. Despite this being my second big ‘accident’ of the day, it somehow felt like the diapers were even more full than the first time around. 

Part of me was in denial. There was no way I just did that. Not again. This wasn’t real. This was just some never-ending nightmare intent on humiliating and degrading me over and over. How could a mature college girl like myself who just crushed a year of undergrad be sitting in dirty diapers? The fact that I was literally sitting on the toilet proved that I was capable of making it, but just barely. I hadn’t had enough time to figure out how to take the diapers off, or to call my sister to assist me. Instead, I just stopped resisting and used the diapers for their intended purpose.

“Oh, my God . . . ” I muttered to myself. How was I going to get out of this?! Obviously, I couldn’t tell Kate. The last thing I needed was for her to find out that this happened so soon after she changed me. Even if it would probably be more efficient for her to help me like before, splaying my legs for my sister and going through that demeaning process again did not sound particularly fun. But even if I could manage to remove the stubborn pins, this time on both sides while lying down to avoid making a mess, there was still the issue that kept me wearing the old diapers for so long–how was I going to get rid of them? 

Once again, Kate was the problem. If I had my own room, there was always the possibility to wrap up the used diapers in a dozen trash bags and wait until 2 AM or something to find a dumpster or outside common area neighborhood trash can down the road. It was a concept I came up with long after we had already left for mini golf, but it didn’t exactly hold up; there were too many risky variables. I’d have to be in the kitchen alone long enough to swipe so many bags, and make my way upstairs without being noticed or questioned about it. Sneaking out would be a lot more complicated while sharing a room with my sister, and there was also the chance that her keen nose would notice the messy diapers no matter how well I wrapped them. Things were fine right now, as she had made a point to assure me earlier that our relatives wouldn’t know if I had another accident. According to her, it’s why she bought such thick diapers that were scented and designed to mask as much odor as possible. Add in the generous helping of baby powder, and I’d be ‘just fine.’ Then, she had clearly been making a show of looking out for me while saying such things in a way to imply that my tween self regularly had accidents. Now, she was actually right and I had made her implications a reality.

But that was only while I was wearing the diapers. Once they were off, things would be different. And I didn’t trust a couple of bags to do the job until after midnight. Problem one.

Then there was the matter of changing into fresh diapers. While it was probably possible to pin myself into new ones, I definitely wouldn’t be able to do it as neatly as Kate did. What if she noticed? No, that was fine. I could tell her that I had to use the bathroom, and did myself up afterwards. However, my plan would have to involve changing into another set of cloth diapers to avoid suspicion. It would be easy for Kate to see that there weren’t as many left if I took some of the clean ones. Problem two.

Shaking my head in annoyance, I buried my face in my hands and let out a muffled, “Ugh!” Once again, I had pooped in diapers and had no good way to get out of them while still keeping my dignity intact. Somehow I had to find a way to conceal this from Kate, Luna, Liliah, and Aunt Miranda. The former three were manageable, but my sister obviously knew about my underwear situation. I wouldn’t put it past her to be patronizing about it and check to see if I was still clean at some point during the evening. Once that possibility crossed my mind, I determined that I had to figure this out sooner rather than later. 

Unfortunately, I had no time to brainstorm. Between the time I had spent trying to tug the diapers off, the accident itself, and how long I spent processing and thinking things through afterwards, I could only imagine how long I had been in the bathroom. If I waited much longer, someone was going to come check on me. Or, worst case scenario, Kate would simply walk in without knocking and see me bottomless with my clearly used diapers.

That image alone was enough to get me moving. Though I knew it was going to happen, I still cringed and blushed as my mess shifted as I stood up. Kate might have pinned the bulky underwear pretty tightly, but the double diapers still ended up noticeably sagging between my legs as I looked myself over in the mirror. Clothes would definitely have to stay on no matter what, then. 

After a minute of careful movements, I was back in the shortalls. I looked at my tween-like reflection in the mirror, frowning in distaste. It really was believable, loath I was to admit it, but I took a little solace in the fact that the unflattering cut of the denim seemed to hide the diapers as well as it had done for the pull-ups. Exhaling to center myself, I forced the frown off my face and gave myself a weak smile instead. 

I didn’t believe it in the slightest, not did I believe that I was about to join everyone in yet another mess while pretending everything was normal. 

Though the girl looking back at me was anything but bubbly or giggly, I wasn’t too concerned. It was easier to play the part of Kate’s little sister when I was trying to fool the rest of them. There was no reason to trick myself, so of course I wasn’t going the extra mile when I was alone. 

The temptation was to stay in the bathroom forever, but I knew better than to waste another minute stalling. I could already imagine being questioned about my time away; while there might be some grace around the dinner table, Kate would definitely hold onto a question like that if there was even a chance it would make me uncomfortable. Classic bratty sister. 

I returned to the dining room, pushing the casual smile back on my face as I reached the end of the hall. I was right. It was practically habitual around Kate and our cousins, despite how hesitant it was when I saw this younger version of myself looking back at me. As careful as I had been getting dressed and walking back to the table, all that hard work was ruined the moment I sat down. Wincing at the awful sensations, as well as the knowledge that the impending clean-up was going to be so much worse now, I kicked myself for not thinking about something so obvious. 

“Everything alright, Annie?” Luna asked. 

Damnit. The discomfort on my face must have been apparent to her, and anyone else who was looking my way. I had made sure they were mid-conversation before stepping back into the room to avoid too much attention, yet ended up being the center of it anyway. “Fine,” I said. Smiling despite the internal mortification, I deflected immediately, “Did I miss anything?”

Should I have just flagged down Kate and dealt with this right away? I still wasn’t convinced that I was going to get myself sorted before she found out. No, those kinds of thoughts weren’t productive. I had to at least try. Somehow, I’d think of a way.

Thankfully, we moved on. Similar to how the twins hadn’t questioned what had taken me and Kate so long at the pharmacy, of course no one was going to ask why I was in the bathroom for so long. It wasn’t polite or proper, especially in public. After a few minutes of feeling awkward in the recently used diapers, and wondering whether or not my sister could tell something was up, I found my groove again. Smiling and giggling and peppering plenty of filler words into my speech. Being ‘Annie.’ 

The moment dinner was over, Kate exclaimed, “Annie and I will do the dishes!” Before I could protest or think of a reason why I needed to be excused, she hopped up and added, “It’s the least we can do as thanks for such an amazing meal. And hosting, and everything else.”

I didn’t know what to say. She was right on the surface. As usual, being an angel to adults while subtly being less innocent under their noses. “Umm, like,” I hesitated. On the one hand, this would be the perfect time for me to steal away and deal with the damning accident. Kate would be occupied for the foreseeable future with all the pots and pans that needed to be hand washed, and I could use that time to hopefully do everything I needed to do. But at the same time, anything I said that wasn’t logical or naturally ‘me’ would draw her suspicion. “I do dishes with you all the time, Kate.” While it was true, I internally cringed at how I was probably coming across as ‘lazy tween’ to everyone else by trying to delay responsibility. “Why don’t you, like, do them with Luna or Lilah? I can take a shift with the other tomorrow!” Pushing a bit of bubbly energy onto the last few words, I hoped Kate would buy it as me playing the part. 

She just waved off my comment with a ‘typical teenager’ smile aimed towards our aunt. “Come on, sis. We’ll be done in no time.”

My mind was racing as I tried to grasp for any excuse that would work. This was such a good chance, if only I could take it. “But-”

“We can hang out with the twins afterwards!” she pointed out, “Aren’t you grateful for that delicious meal, Annie?”

Just like that, I was out of moves. Wanting to spend time with our cousins was addressed, and it’s not like I could say ‘no’ to being grateful. “Of course I am,” I blushed. Part of it was the way Kate was continuing to make me look immature, and the other part was the knowledge that I was about to spend more time in my current situation. “We can do the dishes, Kate.” 

“That’s a good little sister,” Kate smiled, “Why don’t you head to the kitchen and get started? I’ll clear everyone’s places!”

With no discernible way to talk myself out of the simple chore, I did as I was told.