Control Yourself!

Chapter 5
Chapter 5

Control Yourself! Chapter 5

by Ungulate

Kim looked so traumatized, with her clothes dangling on her, snot running down her nose, her bottom lip quivering between sobs. She hung on to the bars weakly, her body giving off random spasms.

’Oh Kim! ’ Teresa exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes out of compassion for this poor thing. ’It’s gonna be ok, don’t worry.’ Kim dreaded getting out of the car now. She had smeared diarrhea all over herself, from her lower back down to her thighs. Her baggy jeans were drenched! She couldn’t get off of this ride like this! She shut her eyes tightly, trying to wish the whole scenario away. This is NOT happening, she thought, as the cage move down a notch. They would have to get out next! Her heart raced in panic. She simply closed her eyes and went limp in defeat as the car moved down and the attendant released the latch. Teresa swung into action as the door opened, lifting Kim up and stepping out of the car.

’Mind your own business!’ She shouted at the shell-shocked attendant, muscling her way through the crowd quickly, carrying Kim. Kim was thankful for the escape, completely burying her head into Teresa’s chest to hide, with her eyes wide open. Teresa found a patch of grass behind a trailer, and stood Kim on her feet, embracing her closely. Kim stood there holding up her loose and messy pants, bawling into Teresa’s abdomen for all she was worth.

Kim cried for a very long time while Teresa rubbed her back, trying to comfort her. It was really bad this time… she was 11 … a pre-teen again! It would be years before she gained her former stature.

After what seemed like forever, Kim sniffled and sighed. She just couldn’t cry anymore. Teresa knew she had to make this situation work somehow. She looked around, and spotted a man washing his horse with a hose and sponge.

“Kim, why don’t we get you cleaned up? You’ll feel much better.” Kim nodded, looking down at her messy pants. Teresa took her by the hand, leading her to the man with the hose.

“Excuse me, I was wondering if I could use you hose for a second… we’ve got a little ‘problem’ we need to take care of…” She said. The man figured out the situation quickly, and put his hands up.

“No need to go into any details” he replied, “I’ll just go and grab myself a coffee. You do whatever you like. ” He looked down at Kim, who was staring at the ground. “Do you think you could watch my horse for a bit, little lady? Gertrude’s got quite a free spirit, and she just might run off if she got the chance.” Kim looked up at the man, who was smiling. She suddenly felt so shy and nervous. She quickly nodded, looking over at the huge horse.

Teresa went to work, helping Kim strip and using her t-shirt as a cloth. Kim felt absolutely humiliated to have her poopy bum scrubbed at a public fair like a toddler. Luckily, however, nobody was nearby, and she was able to relax a little. It was a hot day, and the cool water felt refreshing. Teresa and her got into a little water fight with the hose, giggling. The man came back after a while with some clothes in his hands.

“Listen, I got a daughter that’s about her size, and we always have some of her gym stuff in the trunk. I thought you could use these.” He said, handing some sweat pants and a t-shirt to Kim. They fit her quite well.

“Oh, that’s so very kind of you. My names’ Teresa” Said Teresa, smiling warmly.

“I’m called Greg around here.” He said, extending his hand. “And, well… I don’t mind helping you out, but now I need you to help me in return.” He said, looking at Kim. Kim was too shy to look at him. He winked at Teresa. “I gotta walk the horses around, since they get tired of bein’ cooped up at these fairs. Do you think you gals can take a horse each and follow me on a short ride? Course, that is, if you like horses…” Kim was astonished. She never wanted anything so much in her whole life! She looked up at Teresa for permission, completely forgetting that she usually didn’t ask permission for anything. Teresa was smiling widely.

“Yay!! I love horses!” Kim almost yelled, bouncing enthusiastically. Greg took them on a jaunt through some trails behind the fair. Kim was in her glory, bouncing up and down in the saddle, laughing and petting the horse’s mane. Teresa watched her little friend riding the horse in the sunshine, hair blowing, and a big grin on her face. She hadn’t smiled like that for years! At this moment, regardless of what she had been through, it was a good time to be girl. Greg led them back to the fair after about an hour. Kim asked if they could come back again, and Greg tastefully told her that he had to “hit the road” with the fair, but if he ever came back to this town, she could ride Gertrude again.

Kim fell asleep in the car on the way back home, exhausted from the big day. Teresa looked over at her adorable face. What a beautiful child she was. She thought about Chelsea. This would be a tough transition for the two girls. Kim had told her all about the difficulties with Chelsea. Teresa resolved that she would always be there for Kim, no matter what.

Kim mumbled and stirred as the car came to a halt in the driveway. She had to go pee again, see realized as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands. Chelsea and Amanda were playing in the yard, and wandered over to see what was going on. Chelsea’s mouth dropped open when her 11 year old mother stepped out of the car. Kim was only an inch or two taller than her daughter now. Kim was too tired, and needed to use the washroom too badly to get into a long conversation, so she stumbled on toward the door. Chelsea’s eyes filled with tears, and Teresa went over to comfort her.

“I miss mom!” Cried Chelsea, as Teresa held her.

John was no less shocked as he came out of the kitchen and nearly dropped the bowl and spatula he was carrying.

“Kim?” He gasped.

“I uh.. have to go..” Said Kim as she started up the stairs. She was trying to maintain her calm composure, but her childish body lacked the maturity and patience she was trying to emulate, and she trickled a little bit halfway up the stairs. She clenched her fists and bounced quickly up the stairs, wetting a tiny bit more before she yanked down her pants and sat on the toilet. She inspected her pants and found a small wet spot in her crotch. It wasn’t too bad, and since the track pants were dark blue, she decided not to mention anything to anybody. They were all talking about her when she came downstairs.

Teresa stayed for a while and helped the family through this new crisis. Chelsea was the one with the most demands, wanting to know “who was in charge now.” She also insisted that “Kim should have the same bedtime as her,” since they were practically the same age. Kim was furious that she would suggest such a thing. She was, after all WAY more mature than Chelsea, having been a grown-up for over 15 years. The two girls exchanged glares at each other as Teresa and John tried to cool the situation down. It was resolved (to Kim’s utter dismay) that her new bedtime would be 9:00, a half hour after Chelsea, since she was a bit older. Kim couldn’t believe that she had been brought down to this level - it was infuriating! She stormed up the stairs to the bedroom, tears of anger in her eyes. She wasn’t going to talk to anybody ever again!

“Kim…” Said John.

“My name’s Kimberly!” She yelled back, not even thinking as she reclaimed the name of her childhood. She slammed the bedroom door and threw herself on the bed, kicking and punching it.

Teresa came up and knocked gently on the door.

“Get lost! I hate this stupid place!” She yelled at the door.

“I just wanted to say goodnight, can I come in?” asked her friend.

“Sure, whatever” said Kimberly, rolling over and facing the wall as Teresa entered. She sat on the bed and tried to soothe the 11 year old, running her hand through her hair.

“Kimberly, please tell me you will always be my friend… I care about you so much,” said Teresa lovingly. Kimberly rolled over, looking at her much-older friend with admiration. Teresa was the ONLY person she still wanted to be friends with.

“Teresa, I hope I can be like you when I grow up… again.” She said, smiling back. Teresa kissed her forehead. Kimberly yawned.

“I will be over to pick you up next Saturday, ok?” Said Teresa. Kimberly nodded sleepily.

Kimberly woke up the next morning in a huge wet spot. John was not impressed.

“Kim, don’t drink so much at night, ok?” He commented as he got up to get ready for work. Kim looked down at her soaked nightgown. Shit! How could this have happened? She didn’t remember having to go…

She threw her wet nightie in the cloths hamper. My god, her body was so small and childlike now! Her skin was fair and absolutely smooth from her flat chest down to her toes. This was going to take some getting used to! She rubbed her hand down her chest, feeling the delicate, pinkish skin as though it belonged to someone else. Unbelievable.

As she came down the stairs, she heard Chelsea’s voice.

“Well how come I don’t get to sleep in the same room with you?” she was asking her father.

“Chelsea, you’re right, but I don’t want to upset her too much right now… give it some time, and let her get used to things, ok?” He replied. Kimberly couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Chelsea was trying to get her kicked out of the master bedroom! She had slept there for years! Where was she supposed to go - the guest room? She stomped down the stairs and threw herself into a kitchen chair with her arms crossed. She was grumpy and she didn’t want to be a kid anymore. She mentally calculated how long it would take to grow up, and quickly decided that it would take forever. She sighed and reached for the box of cereal.

John told Chelsea and Amanda to go and get ready for school, and went to talk to Kimberly.

“Kim, I’m going to take girls to school, and then I am going to the office for half a day. I want you to stay around the house, or at least in the neighborhood, ok?” Kim looked at the floor. It was truly happening, wasn’t it? She was getting all her adult privileges stripped, one by one.

“I don’t want to be a kid anymore! I hate it!” She whined, poking apathetically at her cereal with her spoon.

“Kim, I know this is hard, trust me…” Said John, kneeling down beside her and rubbing her shoulder. “But if you do as I say, things will be a lot easier for both of us, ok? I didn’t expect to be in this position, but I have to protect you now, and that means you must listen to me. I do it because I love you Kim.” He kissed her forehead. He still had a way of making her feel so loved. She wept quietly.

Things indeed DID change. She discovered over the next few weeks that she was not the grown up she used to be. She kept trying to act mature, but it only managed to get her into more trouble. John took to giving her time-outs when she got out of hand, which further humiliated her. The first time he sent her to her room (she WAS sleeping in the guestroom now) she refused; she was not going to be told what to do by her former husband! Of course, this merely led to a spanking, which firmly convinced her that John was not to be messed with. John had become a full father-figure in her life. He wasn’t mean, or overbearing, just firm and loving. She wanted to please him now more than ever, but she kept doing things without thinking about them. Her attention span was so limited. She would plan to bake some cookies, and take out all the ingredients. An hour later, she would find herself sitting in front of the TV, having totally forgotten about the half-mixed bowl of cookie dough on the counter, and the utensils scattered all over the house. She was such a hyper and scatter-brained pre-teen!

What made her feel worse was the little bathroom accidents she kept having. John was losing patience with her bedwetting. He bought a plastic sheet for her bed, since she was wetting nearly every second night. She also wet her pants a little during the day, but she hid this carefully from him. Each time she peed herself a bit, she would resolve to herself that she was going to “be more careful next time.” Of course, the next time she would be just as foolish, half-peeing herself while coloring, or something. She never completely wet herself, she just had a continual wet spot in her crotch, and the occasional little ball of poop in her panties. She had really lowered her bathroom standards. The bedwetting worsened over time.

One night, John gave her a rude awakening. When she came out of her bath that night, she heard him rustling around in her room. Chelsea walked passed Kim with a VERY smug look on her face, heading to her room. What was going on?

“Come in here Kimberly…” He said, in a tone that instantly informed her that she wasn’t going to like what he had to say. She nervous poked her head in the room, wrapped in a towel. He was laying something out on her bed. It was some sort of cloth… She spotted the package on the floor beside John. It was a “Jumbo” pack of youth “fitted briefs.” DIAPERS!!

“Uh uh…” she said, shaking her head and walking backwards out of the room with her eyes wide. Her face was burning red with embarrassment and fear. She decided immediately that she would be WAY more careful with her bathroom habits…

“Kim, until you stop wetting the bed, you will have to wear these at night… I am NOT washing your sheets every single day!”

“Ok, ok, I’ll be more careful, I promise!” She pleaded desperately. She clung to the towel she had wrapped around her. She wished she had more clothes on right now… she felt so… vulnerable.

“That is not good enough, you’ve had lots of chances Kimberly” John replied firmly. “You have woken up soaked every night this week. Until you can control your bedwetting and stay dry for a week straight, you’re wearin’ em.” Kim started crying, because she knew that he would not relent. She wrapped her arms around her chest and cried, her bottom lip quivering. Had her life been reduced to this humiliation?

“Shhh, shh it’s ok darling… You don’t have to wear them during the day, just at night.” Said John soothingly, coming over and gently gripping her arms. “It will be our secret, and nobody else will know…” He led her over to the bed. Kim could only clutch at her towel and stare in horror at the diaper that she would be placed in. John slowly pried her hands away from the towel, whispering “It’s ok… shhh…” He sat her down on the bed and took the towel off of her, laying it beside her. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. She felt so naked and small, to have this done to her. John motioned her to lay down, and she complied, her arms folded across her chest, her teary eyes staring at the ceiling. She wasn’t here… this wasn’t happening… John grabbed her two ankles with one hand and lifted her legs up, sliding the diaper under her. Tears welled up and ran down the sides of her face into her ears. He folded the diaper over the front of her private area, and she knew there was no going back… she shut her eyes tight… the tapes were so loud as he undid them and fastened them on her abdomen snugly. The diaper felt so big and thick. She felt like a baby again! John sat down on the bed beside her, stroking her hair.

“You just have to stay dry for a week, that’s all… I know you can do it Kim.” He encouraged her. Kim heard a giggle, and turned her head to see Chelsea peeking her head around the corner. Kim grabbed at the towel beside her in a vain effort to cover herself somehow.

“Hey! You get back to bed this instant!” Scolded John, spotting her. Chelsea disappeared around the corner. John got up and checked to see if the girl had done as he said. Kim sat up and looked at the diaper between her legs. It was yellow-colored, and the tapes were white. The package said they were for “7-13 year olds.” The plastic seemed really loud and crackled with the smallest shift of her body. She pushed at the front of them. They were so thick! She heard John coming back, and she decided that she didn’t want to be seen like this. She quickly grabbed a nightgown out of her dresser and tossed it over her head.

“One week, that’s all I’m asking, ok?” He said, holding up a finger. Kim nodded. “Good night, and please know that I love you.” He said warmly.

“I love you too.” She said as he left. She yawned and turned out the light. She climbed into bed and tried not to think about the puffy feeling under her bum. The diapers were slippery on the sheets, and she felt like such a baby in them. The worst part was that she kind of liked the feeling… it was somehow oddly comforting to be in diapers, she thought as she drifted off.

Chelsea teased her the entire next day. In fact, the little 10-year-old teased her for weeks. Kim could not get a straight week of “dry time,” and the diapers became a permanent part of her nightly routine. The political situation between the two girls got worse each day, as Kim would yell back at Chelsea, calling her a “stupid-head.” They would get along for a while, and even play together for a few days, but something would eventually set them off again. They even shoved each other around when things got tense. One afternoon, they finally brought the tension to a head. They were both playing with Chelsea’s Barbies in the back yard. Kim was dressing Ken the way “he SHOULD be dressed,” and Chelsea decided she didn’t want to play with her mom anymore. She grabbed Ken out of her hands.

“Hey, gimme him back!” Said Kim. She snatched at the doll, grabbing it by the head. Chelsea tried to yank it away, but in the tug of war that ensued, Ken’s little head got ripped off. Chelsea screamed and attacked Kim, grabbing her hair and scratching at her face. Kim retaliated with full force, launching herself at Chelsea and knocking her over. She was going to teach this little runt a lesson about WHO was still in charge! The two girls grappled on the ground, rolling over several times before Kim finally got the upper hand and pinned Chelsea by sitting on her chest and holding both her wrists firmly. She glared into Chesea’s eyes in sheer The victory was short lived, however, as Kim’s seething anger pushed her past the threshold.

“ugh! No!” She squeezed her eyes shut. This time, it came fast and furious. It was far too late by the time she realized it. The first wave of tingles rushed over her from the back of her neck to the back of her ankles, shrinking her to ten years of age. She shuddered as her body shrunk. Chelsea beamed.

“Ah HA!!” She gloated. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She struggled against Kim’s weakening grip. The child was still shrinking… another wave hit her. She started crying.

“Nooooo…” This couldn’t be happening. She had won, it wasn’t fair! She felt Chelsea’s torso get larger underneath her, spreading her 9 year old legs further apart. She felt so naked and small as she shrunk backwards. She felt a burning sensation in her groin as she starting peeing helplessly.

“Eewww.. Gross!” Exclaimed Chelsea, as she felt the warm liquid spread across her chest. It trickled down Kim’s thighs and started to form two puddles on either side her as Chelsea began to madly buck Kim off. Kim lost her grip and fell over on her side, rolling into a fetus position with her hands buried in her crotch. She quivered and lost more maturity. She was going to be younger than Chelsea! Her teeth were numb and buzzing as they reshaped themselves. She was getting shrunk at an alarming rate, as drool trickled out of her open mouth. She rolled over on her back uncontrollably, shaking her head from side to side.

“Unnggh ugh nnn… No!” She felt the heels of her feet slide slightly on the grass as her legs got shorter. Her arms flailed around as her neurological centers readjusted to her dwindling motor skills. She tried to push on the ground to get up. She had to poo really badly, but this time she was determined to hold it. She clenched her fists and fought for all she was worth. She managed to push her 8 year old body up to a sitting position as she felt the regression sequence subsiding. She sat there, staring at her floppy socks with her palms pushed into the ground as the shrinking feeling left her. She sighed and relaxed as the wave passed. Without warning, a large shock tore through her system, and she lost yet another year in a sudden spasm. The process had completed, and left her at the embarrassing age of 7. She bawled into her hands.

“Yeah, that’s right, cry like a little kid, cuz that’s what you are now, Kimberly!” Chelsea mocked, with her hands on her hips. This was awesome! SHE would be in charge now, and Kimberly would have to go to bed BEFORE her! She skipped around the little girl who used to be a 31 year old.

“Kimberly’s a little kid! Kimberly’s a little kid! AND you peed your pants! I’m gonna tell dad that you have to wear diapers ALL the time!”

“Shut up, I do NOT!” Kimberly screamed. Her brain was getting foggy as the perception of a 7 year old began to creep into her psyche, replacing her more mature thoughts. She still had to poo really badly, and she scrambled up to deal with it. Her anus opened up as a big silent fart pushed out, followed by the start of a large BM. She clamped her hand over her bum, clenched her butt cheeks, and started walking very carefully towards the patio door on her tiptoes, afraid to move too quickly. Her pant legs were flopping over her feet, making it hard to walk without losing balance.

“Kimberly’s pooping her panties, Kimberly’s pooping her panties!” Sung Chelsea, proud of her new rhyme.

“I AM NOT!!!” Screamed Kim, but the scream only managed to push the poo out a bit more. She froze as she realized that her bowel movement was almost halfway out; if she took another step, she would completely mess herself. Unfortunately, standing there was no better, and the poop was still working its way out. She wanted to push it back in with her hand, but she knew that would just smear it into her bum. She took the only option remaining: she dashed for the bathroom. She yanked the patio door open as her pants began filling themselves. Flying across the den, she tripped on her pant legs and fell flat on her face as her jeans got hung up on her ankles. Still pooping, she scrambled up and pressed on, leaving her pants behind. She ran through the kitchen holding her panties up with both hands as the bowel movement turned into a sticky mess covering her rear. John came out just in time to see a little girl turn around and head up the stairs, a lump forming in her pink underwear.

“Kim?” He asked, puzzled. The sound of his voice behind her sent a shudder through Kim’s spine. She continued up the stairs as though she didn’t hear him. Each step made her poo a little more. She was amazed at how much she had in her! Getting to the top of the stairs, she lunged at the door. Locked.

“Uh… Amanda’s in there” John said from the bottom of the stairs. Kim did the only thing a seven year old could do in a situation like this: she squatted and pooped in her panties, grunting. She felt so ashamed and guilty, but it also felt good to give in and relax. Amanda opened the door.

“Ewwww!” She said, holding her nose. “Kim made a stinky!” Kim died of embarrassment. She was almost the same height as Amanda now! She couldn’t believe she was standing in the hallway, squatting and pooping her underwear - the whole scene was far too unreal.

“Amanda, can you go and play with Chelsea for a while?” Asked John, coming up the stairs. Amanda ran down the stairs as Kim dashed into the bathroom. She just stood there, holding up her underwear, paralyzed and not sure what to do. She had completely finished the job in her pants. She looked in the mirror at her seven year old face. It was dirty from the fight, and her eyes were bloodshot from crying. Her hair was a tangled mess and she looked so young! The vision was swept away by her new tears, as she became aware of her reality. She was a little kid again! John came in to help her. He lovingly stroked her hair and rubbed her shoulders.

“Come on honey, let’s get you cleaned up” he said, lowering her underwear. She stepped out of the panties that were much too big for her now. John picked them up and dumped them in the trashcan. He took some toilet paper and wiped her rear the best he could. He ran her a bath and left her to wash herself.

“Do you… mmm… think that this is going to happen again?” Said John, as he picked up her poopy drawers. Kim blushed crimson, looking away from embarrassment.

“No! It just happens like that when I shrink, that’s all! I can control myself!” she insisted. John was not so convinced. He knew she had been peeing in her pants quite often, and he knew about the underwear she had thrown out whenever she pooped a little. This new body would be harder for her to keep in check, and he suspected that she might need to wear “incontinence products.”

“Ok, but be more careful, ok? When you have to go, don’t wait too long. You’re not quite as big as you used to be, and you will have to be extra cautious.” He lectured. Kim was infuriated.

“John, knock it off! I know what I’m doin’, and I can take care of myself just fine!” She said angrily, but the image she conjured was one of a child who was challenging John’s authority.

“Ok, I’ll make you a deal.” John retorted, getting slightly annoyed “If you make it to the bathroom when you need to, then you will be treated like someone who has control. But if you have 3 more accidents, you’ll have to wear your diapers during the day, ok?”

“You’ll NEVER catch me wearing those things during the day!” She exclaimed proudly.

 

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