Published: December 27th 2024, 4:46:30 am
What was even the point? It wasn’t like I actually had a chance of winning. Miley easily outran me the first two times, and I doubted this would be any different. Especially since I had a good reason to try my best before, while this race felt like it was only suggested to embarrass me. That, or to further pair me with Miley to keep feeding Noelle’s perception that I was thirteen.
Paige walked me to the starting line, speaking under her breath like she did the first time around. “I’ll make it worth your while if you beat her.” Very specific. Better than nothing, though she was probably assuming (correctly) that I didn’t stand a chance.
As Miley took her place beside me, Annika stepped back into her hosting role for the ‘event’ that was hardly something worthy of being announced. This time, Miley didn’t bother saying something rude underneath her breath; instead, she merely smiled as she prepared for the first section of the course.
The main reason I started running when Annika yelled GO was the fact that Noelle was still watching from the porch. I still had a long road ahead of me in terms of making her view me as anything but a rebellious, diapered brat; while it likely wasn’t possible to make her see the real me thanks to Paige’s interference, I was still motivated to make the rest of Noelle’s time here as painless as possible.
So I actually tried, despite how running in diapers was just as awkward as it had been the first couple times. The sprints left me out of breath again, and I had honestly forgotten about the water drinking until I was faced with a full cup upon my return.
It was refreshing for a moment, especially since the jalapeño taste was still faintly lingering from that unexpected bite. After a few gulps, however, I felt a faint pressure on my bladder. I was on the smaller side, and I had already chugged two of these cups that had each been filled to the brim. Between those, the desperate swigs of water to clear the spice from my mouth, and now this, it was all catching up to me sooner than I had anticipated.
Powering through, as it wasn’t that long of a race, I continued forcing the cold water down my throat. Noelle said we’d be going inside after this, so I wasn’t too concerned. That, and I was miraculously keeping up with Miley so far. She definitely got to her cup first, but it felt like I was more on her heels this time compared to the previous rounds.
Miley didn’t seem to be struggling quite as much as I was and, between that and how she was in the lead to begin with, she polished off the last of her water and chugged the cup aside as she sprinted towards the side of the house. The girls watching all cheered me on, urging me to catch up and overtake her. As if I needed the encouragement of Paige and her friends; the only reason I was trying so hard was to win the non-specific prize my step-sister offered. That, and maybe to negotiate what was on the table for the first couple races, since I could potentially argue that the third round was connected to the first two.
I tuned everyone out, closing my eyes and knocking back the last of the water. Then, like Miley, I haphazardly threw my cup away and darted in the same direction. With the whole ‘running in diapers’ thing, I was skeptical about my chances, though this was still the best I had done so far.
As I rounded the corner of the house, however, I was shown why I was doing so much better this time. Rather than pushing ahead like she did before, Miley was ‘hiding’ against the outside wall. Not really hiding. She was just waiting for me to catch up, and correctly assuming that I’d be looking straight ahead and not expecting to be blindsided with what she had planned for me.
Miley tackled me. Like, full on pounced from the side, causing both of us to tumble to the ground. It was not a graceful fall in the slightest. Even though she was the one who initiated it, Miley didn’t land very smoothly either. She did, however, fall on top of me. And, once we hit the ground, she found her bearings and jumped into action.
“What-” I started to say, still catching my breath from the awkward collision followed by the rough landing.
“Shut up, Miley!” she snapped. Within seconds, she was straddling me and pinning me down, all while committing to the name swap. As if that wasn’t enough, one of her hands firmly pressed down on my bladder. “You’re not about to have another accident, are you?!”
My eyes widened as what had been a passive urge up until this moment was suddenly a lot more pressing. A single jab of Miley’s fingers, and I could feel myself tensing up to prevent myself from leaking out a drop or two of all that water I had recently consumed.
“No, don’t!” I exclaimed, “Miley, I-”
“Ah, ah,” she cut me off, “My name is Alyssa, remember? Now, fucking piss yourself, brat. They’re going to notice if we’re gone for too long.” Then she cupped my mouth with her other hand, while digging her fingers in more deeply just below my stomach.
“Mmm!” I squeaked out a desperate sound of protest against her hand that was solidly clamped over my lips, but it was too late. A small squirm of my body did more harm than good, as it had the unintended consequence of allowing a few drops of pee to escape into the padding.
“What was that, Miley?” she asked, smirking down at me as she used gravity to her advantage to keep me down. “If you need something, speak up.”
Even if her hand wasn’t in the way, it was too late. Another little squirt followed the first one, and I could only hold back the inevitable flood so much now that my bladder had been engaged in such a way. I needed to go, and I needed to go NOW.