Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 8
Chapter 8

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

With nothing else to do to occupy herself, Alicia slunk back to her kitchen to finish putting away the groceries, and find something to eat. She had to admit, it was much easier with a well stocked refrigerator and pantry, and it wasn’t that she hated everything Diane had chosen for her, but it still felt strange to her, looking through it all. It almost felt like she was in somebody else’s kitchen.

After a few minutes, she decided to make herself macaroni and cheese and fishsticks, and, after some heavy deliberation, some peas. Not a one of her choices for vegetables were appealing to her, but she knew she should have something, if for no other reason than her not trusting Diane not to look through her fridge the next day and berate her if she found no evidence of any veggies being missing. The last thing she needed was to give the woman another reason to talk down at her, or even encourage her to start picking her meals out for her as well as her clothes.

As she stood at her stove, waiting for the water to boil so she could pour in her peas and her pasta, she felt a sudden twinge in her bladder. At first, thinking nothing about it, she ignored it, only to find it growing stronger at an alarming rate. She knew she was an adult, that holding it for another minute or two shouldn’t be a problem, yet as she thought back to her accident earlier that day, and even the one she’d had the day before, fear-induced or not, she couldn’t help but feel a slight doubt about that, one that grew rather quickly.

Finally, she tilted the lids for both pans slightly and dashed back to her bathroom, relieved that she made it in time, but more than a little dismayed at how close it had been. She had another close call as she was eating her dinner in front of her TV, though she was less reluctant about taking herself to the bathroom then, as she was in the middle of making herself choke down the peas. She gave up halfway through, dumping the rest down her garbage disposal, and sat back down on her couch. She squirmed there for a minute, trying to get comfortable, not quite able to find the right position.

Eventually, she decided her problem was her clothes, that she was still wearing what she’d worn to work that day. Usually by then, she’d changed into something more comfortable, usually her night-things. Those were, of course, gone with everything else, but she was sure Diane had to have gotten her something to sleep in. She’d been too afraid to actually look until now, and while she still didn’t particularly want to know, she decided it was time.

As she walked into her room again, she noticed something her horny, confused mind had missed before - her clothes for the next day, pink capris with hearts embroidered down one leg and a white shirt, belted at the waist with pink fabric. Those panties were green as well, like the ones she had on, but with a flower and a bumblebee on the front. They did not give her any hope for what she was going to find, and, sure enough, when she looked in the drawer she normally kept her nightshirts in, she wasn’t disappointed. There, right on the top, was a baby blue nightshirt, adorned with a huge picture of Tinkerbell. As she picked it up, she could see more Disney characters below it.

Sure she wouldn’t find anything better, she quickly shut the drawer and, sighing, slipped out of her dress and into the shirt. Unlike her daytime clothes, which looked juvenile, but seemed to be made for someone her size, she had a feeling this had actually been designed for someone much younger than her, as the skirt only barely covered her panties. In general, that style wouldn’t have bothered her, but given the decorations on the shirt and her underwear, it made her feel more childish, rather than sexy.

She sulked her way back to the TV and sat back down, deciding to try to lose herself in it, to try to forget her problems. It went well, for a little while, until she felt her bladder again, and, as she was used to doing, ignored it until the next commercial break. What felt like only seconds later, she felt a strange warm wetness between her legs, and, show quickly forgotten, she clamped her hand down there and made a desperate dash for her bathroom.

While her panties were, once again, only damp, she felt just as humiliated as she would have, had she had a full blown accident there on her couch. She felt angry, at herself for getting herself into this mess, at Diane, for assuring she’d be dressed like a six year old when it happened, at herself even more for getting so caught up in what she was doing that, like a child - no, not even a child, like a toddler - she had pushed off going to the bathroom until it was too late.

Unhappily, she ripped her panties off, tossing them at her hamper, and stomped into her room, where she stepped into the ones Diane had set out for the next day, not caring that they were declaring it Thursday a few hours ahead of schedule. She threw herself onto her bed, face down, then, pouting, hit her mattress with her fist as hard as she could. It bounced off, harmlessly, but that didn’t stop her from doing it again, and again, using both her fists, then starting in with her feet, punishing her bed, as it was the only thing she felt like she had any control over, not caring that her nightshirt was flipped up in the back, fully exposing her panty-clad bottom, not caring that she looked, for all the world, like a small child throwing a tantrum. As her limbs grew tired, she grabbed her pillows, burying her face in them, and screamed until she was out of breath.

Afterward, she laid there on her bed, panting for breath, still just as angry, but now exhausted, until, hardly even noticing it, she fell asleep.

She woke to the feeling of somebody shaking her. She groaned, rolling over with a lazy stretch, then tried to roll back into a ball, until the shaking came again. Slowly, she opened her eyes, staring up at Diane. She gave a little start, but she was getting far too used to seeing that woman in her apartment.

"You’re going to be late!" Diane told her. "What are you doing?!"

Alicia furrowed her brow, confused, then slowly rolled over to look at her clock, realizing only then, in a panic, that she hadn’t set her alarm the night before. "Son of a bitch!" she breathed, rolling off her bed and rushing into the bathroom, throwing her clothes off haphazardly and stumbling into the shower, hurrying back out only a few minutes later, almost straight into the arms of Diane. "What are you doing?!" she demanded, grabbing for her towel, flushing red as she stood there, in front of her, naked and dripping wet.

"We don’t have time for this," Diane reprimanded her, grabbing her and yanking her back towards her bedroom, patting her dry as they went. "Now, where are your panties?"

Alicia was confused for a moment, until she remembered what had happened. "They’re... uh... in the bathroom."

Diane gave her a suspicious look, then ducked back into the bathroom, giving Alicia enough time to grab herself a bra, the one piece of clothing she still had a little control over. "I would ask why you were wearing them to bed," Diane said as she came back in, "but I don’t have to." She dropped the still slightly damp Wednesday panties to the floor. "Again? Really? How in the world did you function on your own?" Alicia started to answer, but Diane wasn’t looking for one, just went on hold the panties down at her feet. Too embarrassed to object, she obediently lifted her feet, one at a time, let the woman pull the panties up over her legs. She stopped right before letting them snap closed, smirking at Alicia’s crotch. "Well, we’ll have to do something about that later," she said.

Before Alicia could ask what she meant, she was stepping into the capris, glad not to be in tights again, then lifting her arms for the shirt. Before Diane could put it on her, though, the woman examined her bra, shaking her head. "Don’t you even know how to shop for the right size?" she asked, rolling her eyes as she tightened the strap, almost too much, making Alicia squirm in discomfort as the white shirt was pulled down over her, and then she was being shoved back onto her bed, socks and shoes pulled onto her feet.

"Pick them up," Diane demanded, nodding down at her wet panties. Alicia began to protest, which earned her a stern look that made her feel quite small, and she bent down, picking them up gingerly between two fingers before being herded back into the bathroom. "You can set them on the sink for now," Diane told her as she undid Alicia’s pants.

"What are you..?" Alicia began to ask, before being answered by her pants and panties being yanked down as she was sat down on the toilet. "Oh, come on," she rolled her eyes.

"Clearly I can’t trust you to go to the bathroom on your own," Diane lectured, digging through Alicia’s things until she found her ponytail holders. "A bit boring, but they’ll have to do for now," she declared, pulling Alicia’s still wet hair into a pair of ponytails. "Hurry up!"

Alicia squirmed on the toilet, blushing. "I can’t go like this," she complained.

"Well, you’re not having an accident in my car," Diane declared, giving no sign that she was leaving. Alicia closed her eyes, trying to imagine she was alone, and, after a few moments, managed to pee. Then she was pulled back up, and into the kitchen, where Diane found a plastic baggy for her to put her panties into, handed her already packed purse, and rushed out the door.

It was all so frantic that she didn’t even think to ask why she was carrying her underwear from the day before, at least until Diane insisted she take it with her into the office. Diane didn’t answer, leaving Alicia confused and embarrassed, as she tried to hide them behind her purse as much as she could. Even though they were in a bag, the thought of putting them into her purse, where she could see that, along with her drinks, there seemed to be a sandwich and a banana waiting for her, was too gross for her.

As she approached her desk, and the door to Dr. Jadin’s office, however, it began to be clear just why she had them. That day, Diane took her straight inside, not bothering to talk to Dr. Jadin on her own first, not giving Alicia time to fret, or to try to collect her thought. "Alicia here has something to show you," she announced, pushing the girl forward.

Alicia stared at Dr. Jadin nervously, her legs feeling weak, as if they’d give out as soon as she tried to take a step. "I..." she started.

She had taken too long for Diane, apparently, who grabbed her by the wrist again, pulling her closer to the desk, and taking the baggy away from her, showing it to Dr. Jadin, who shook her head. "Again, Alicia?"

Alicia couldn’t answer, could just stand there, mortified, bottom lip quivering.

"I really think we need to do something about this," Diane spoke up instead. "It seems to be a very real problem, not some passing thing."

Dr. Jadin nodded slowly. "I’ll think about it. Now, do you have anything to say for youself, Alicia?"

Alicia stared between the two women, feeling very small and powerless before them. "I-I’m sorry?" she squeaked.

"I should say so," Dr. Jadin said. "You’ve ruined both your pairs of Wednesday underwear. What do you expect to wear next week, hmm? Do you think Diane should go out and get you a whole other set just for that day?"

Alicia hung her head. She knew she could point out that the panties could be washed, that she could wear another day on Wednesday, that they could get plain underwear instead, but instead of pointing any of those things out, she just gave a quiet, "No."

"I wouldn’t mind doing that," Diane interjected. "But if she’s just going to pee in them..."

"No, I see your point," Dr. Jadin nodded. "We’ll think of something else if she can’t prove herself before then."

The idea that she had anything to prove in this area - potty training, for God’s sake! - made her cheeks burn, even more so from knowing that they really weren’t being all that unfair. "I’ll do better," she sniffled.

"I’m sure you will," Dr. Jadin said dismissively. "Go along to your desk, dear, Diane and I are talking."

Alicia didn’t think she’d meant it that way, but the woman’s tone certainly made it sound, to her, as if what she’d said was, "Run along and play. The adults are talking."