From College to Crib

Chapter Description: Alice is forced to go along with her mother no matter how horrible the prospect is... But when she talks back she quickly regrets it.

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I was restless for the rest of the evening. I didn’t want to go downstairs where Mom was and risk something more happening, but I didn’t want to stay up in my bedroom where the diapers seemed to loom large in my attention. I considered going out, but I didn’t really have anywhere to go and I couldn’t even distract myself with my computer as I was trying to avoid Kat who was clearly suspicious something was going on. I couldn’t deal with her questions at that moment.

Time was not on my side though and I was still hiding in my room when Mom knocked on the door. She didn’t wait for me to tell her to come in, the door opened, and I turned to see her standing in the doorway.

“It’s time for bed.” Mom announced.

“It’s still early.” I replied, looking for a way to delay the inevitable, “I was going to stay up for a while.”

“You can stay up as long as you want.” Mom said, “But I need to make sure you put your diaper on before I go to bed.”

“Why!?” I exclaimed.

“Because I want to make sure you do it properly.” Mom answered.

I glowered at Mom but didn’t dare taking things any further. I didn’t have any options open to me. I simply bowed my head as I walked over to the bed. I pulled down my skirt and then climbed on to bed. I used my cover to hide myself whilst sliding my pull-up down, Mom didn’t know it was a little soggy. I knew Mom had seen everything before, but I was determined to try and preserve at least a little dignity.

The packet of diapers was ripped open, and I looked inside with disgust. The diapers were tightly packed, when my shaking fingers felt the smooth plastic of the disposable I automatically recoiled as if they had shocked me.

“C-Could I have some privacy?” I asked as I looked up at Mom.

Mom rolled here eyes but at least turned around. I swallowed nervously as I pulled out a diaper. The packet was so tightly packed that it took a surprising amount of force to extricate one. Once I did, I dropped it on to the top of the cover. I don’t know what I expected but it looked very similar to the diapers that were put on babies, they even dad cartoony pictures printed all over them. Surely, diapers for adults would be plainer.

“Why does it have pictures?” I whined.

“I thought they looked fun.” Mom replied simply.

“Fun” wasn’t exactly what I would use to describe anything about what was going on. How could any diaper be considered fun? Clearly, I would still have hated diapers that were plain and white but that would’ve been better than what was on the bed in front of me.

I unfolded the padding and when it was laid out it looked massive. It definitely looked like it would be too big. I checked to make sure Mom was still looking away before throwing back the covers. I had never put a diaper on before and I fumbled a little as I opened the wings and then sat on it. Even when it was flat on the bed, I could feel that the padding was thicker than the pull-ups I was used to. It took a couple of efforts to put myself in the right place and then to pull the padding up between my legs.

The diaper felt like it was swamping me. I could only guess where the tapes were meant to go since I had never done it before. I placed them where I supposed they would be best suited and then slowly stood up. Mom was still facing the other way, but I crinkled so loudly that she turned around to look at me. They felt thicker and louder than I had even imagined.

“Let me check.” Mom said as she marched into the room.

I stood still feeling my cheeks blaze as Mom bent over in front of me. She pressed the front of the diaper against my belly and then hooked a finger over the waistband, when she pulled it, I could feel the disposable shifting against me. I heard her murmur something before sighing.

“Too loose.” Mom said with a shake of her head, “Much too loose. You’ll leak everywhere like this.”

“I…” I started to try and argue against Mom’s lack of faith in me, but I didn’t get far.

Mom pulled the tapes off the front. I was jerked forwards slightly as she tightened the diaper up and placed the tapes closer to the centre of the diaper. I didn’t know if it was how tight they should be, but I could certainly feel it hugging my body much tighter than the pull-up did.

“That should do it.” Mom said as she stood back up, “Now remember, if you need the bathroom come and find me, alright?”

“I thought you were going to sleep.” I replied.

“I am.” Mom nodded her head and rubbed my arm, “But, let’s face it, you’re probably not going to stay dry through the night.”

My mouth fell open at Mom’s embarrassing statement. She wasn’t wrong, that was the worst part, but she didn’t need to make it sound like such a foregone conclusion. She really had zero faith in me staying dry.

“Goodnight.” Mom said. She leant in and gave me a peck on the cheek before pulling back and leaving the room.

I didn’t want to move from where I was standing. I looked down at the diaper and felt like I was at my lowest ebb. Just taking a couple of steps away from my bed when I had got up had shown just how obvious the disposable was. It was loud and bulky, it rubbed against me with every movement, and I could’ve sworn it even had a certain babyish smell. I hated it already. Every fibre of my being wanted to tear it off and throw it away.

My original plan had been to stay up and enjoy some time alone and in private, but it felt like the energy had been sucked out of me. I didn’t want to stay up when all I could think about was the diaper. How had I let things get this bad?

With a sigh I walked over to the door and closed it. The crinkling was so loud, I was cringing the whole way. There was no chance I could wear one of these in front of other people without being noticed, I doubted even my baggiest clothes would help. I started to feel anxiety spreading over me. How on Earth was I ever going to keep those things a secret? I felt tears prickling my eyes as I tried to get my breathing under control again.

Climbing into bed I pulled the covers over me and stared up at the ceiling. I could feel the sheets gliding over the smooth service of the disposable which made me a little curious. Underneath the duvet and feeling like I was doing something I shouldn’t, I slipped my hands down and felt the outside of the padding. It had a plastic feel that reminded me of carrier bags, it was also very puffy. I could push it in and feel the air rush out of it. It didn’t feel like my old panties or the pull-ups, they were very distinctly diapers, like a pillow wrapped in a plastic bag.

Sleep was hard to come by that night. The bulk between my legs wouldn’t leave my mind and no matter how I laid I couldn’t stop feeling the wad of absorbent material between my legs. In the end it was several hours later that sheer exhaustion finally overwhelmed me and I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

It felt like no sooner had I closed my eyes than I was feeling a strange pressure on my diaper. I whined and rolled over towards the wall, but the pressure followed me. I slowly opened my eyes as I came to a realisation of what was happening.

“You’re soaked.” Mum’s voice made me freeze up, “But the bed is bone dry. Excellent.”

The hand left my padded butt, and I quickly sat up. At some point in the night the cover had come off me leaving my diaper exposed, I quickly pulled the duvet back over me for all the good it did. The damage had already been done. I had been woken up with a diaper check from Mom!

As I woke up, I started to notice the very real difference in my diaper compared to before I fell asleep. It had bulked up considerably more, it had already seemed big but now I couldn’t even press my knees together thanks to how thick the wad of absorbent padding was. It felt warm and heavy as well, even sitting on my bed I knew it would be hanging from my hips if I stood up. Lastly, but perhaps the thing that made me feel worst of all, was the smell. A heavy smell of urine was wafting up from my crotch and it made me feel unwell, it was like I was standing in a public bathroom that hadn’t been cleaned in far too long. The only difference was that I was wearing this bathroom.

“Well, I’m very glad the diaper did its job.” Mom said with apparent excitement, “Aren’t you?”

“Delighted.” I muttered sarcastically, “May I get changed?”

“Of course.” Mom answered.

I knew Mom well, so I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t turn away. She wanted to complete my humiliation. Whether she thought it would help me get better or not I don’t know but she wasn’t going anywhere.

I pulled back the covers and looked down at the diaper. I was surprised at how big my accident was. Without the diaper it seemed like the whole bed would’ve been swimming. As it was the diaper had become swollen and the wetness indicator lines had changed colours and blurred, large parts of the formally white padding now had a distinctive grey colour. I had to admit, as much I hated the diaper, it had done an admirable job containing my nighttime wetting.

When I stood up things only got worse. My spirits were sinking faster than the Titanic as I took a step and found my inner thigh chafing on the disposable. I had to spread my legs slightly further apart and felt the disposable hanging low as I waddled across the room to my dresser. This all felt so strange, the diaper swung back and forth as I walked, and I knew Mom must’ve been watching me with a big smile on her face.

At the dresser I pulled open the top drawer. My panties had long been abandoned by that point, replaced by the pull-ups which now didn’t seem nearly as bad as they had once done. I took one of the pull-ups but heard Mum clearing her throat.

“I don’t think so.” Mom said.

“Why not?” I whined.

“After what you’ve done to that diaper, I don’t think you can be trusted with pull-ups.” Mom said. She reached under the bed and slid the packet of diapers out. When she stood up straight with one held in her hand I shivered, “Not until you prove you can be trusted with them, at least.”

“That’s too much!” I complained, “Look, I know I need… assistance. But these are too big, and everyone will know I’m wearing one! Please, I’m not going to have an accident like that whilst I’m awake!”

“Alice, you will put that pull-up back and come over here right now.” Mom said as she dropped the fresh diaper on my mattress.

This was awful. I felt like a toddler having a tantrum. It was pathetic how I was begging to be allowed to wear pull-ups as if they were some big grown-up option. My face flushed red, and my eyes filled with tears. I shouldn’t have needed to prove that I didn’t need diapers during the day. I’d never needed them before; it was just a couple of accidents…

“Just let me wear a pull-up!” I was desperately trying not to cry and was only semi-successful.

“You will get the pull-up when you prove you can handle them.” Mom stated, “Now get ove-…”

“It’s not fair!” I shouted. For good measure I stomped my foot against the floor.

I’d made a terrible mistake. It was a lesson I had learned as a child and had never forgotten. Shouting at Mom was a big no-no and as she started advancing to me with a stony frown I backed away against the drawers. My diaper was quickly becoming the least of my concerns but as Mom covered the short distance between us, I continued backing away along the wall towards the corner of the room.

“No! Mom, I’m sorry!” I pathetically begged.

“You will be.” Mom replied darkly.

I whimpered. I was an adult. This shouldn’t have been happening to me. I kept trying to babble apologies and justifications, but the damage was already done. Mom grabbed my arm and pulled me back over to the bed. I tried to wrench my arm free but was entirely unsuccessful. Mom sat down on the edge of the bed and yanked me forwards over her lap.

My legs and arms flailed but I wasn’t going anywhere. Mom’s hand pressed against the back of my wet diaper and pulled back, I tensed up and waited for the inevitable. I wasn’t kept in tension for long. Mom’s hand came forward and smacked against the padding on my butt. It didn’t hurt much, the disposable was at least useful for something, but the noise it made and the feeling of the wet diaper getting pressed against my skin made me grimace.

The spanking was short-lived but before the end I was sobbing. I felt so utterly humiliated and ashamed. My legs and arms continued to flail, and the spanking only ended when they fell limp. By that point my butt was stinging slightly despite the padding protecting me.

I climbed off Mom’s lap and stood with my face pointed straight down. The morning was only a few minutes old, but it already felt like yet another humiliating day in a long chain of them. Mom brushed off her lap and then stood up. She pointed at the diaper, and I silently nodded my head in acceptance.

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