Published: January 7th 2025, 11:57:02 pm
It was all too much.
I could already feel a warm spot on the padding, as the double diapers wrapped around me were more snug than the pull-ups from before. All the while, Miley continued to push on my bladder in an attempt to make me wet myself. The only hope I had of making it to the bathroom was if Noelle noticed that we were taking longer than we should to circle the house, but it became evident in the next few seconds that I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for something like that.
Between my desperate squirming and the pressure of Miley’s hand, not to mention all the water I had consumed recently, I didn’t stand a chance. “Mm mmm!” I shook my head, still unable to do anything but whine and hum against the girl’s other hand as I felt myself tense up down there in a way that was no longer resistance.
My cheeks were already probably a bit rosy from both the physical struggle as well as the embarrassment of how a girl Miley’s age was pinning me down and treating me like this, but they turned crimson as what started as a trickle quickly turned into a stream with an audible hiss that we both could hear.
“Oh, my God!” The real Miley’s eyes lit up, “You’re actually pissing your diapers. You’re such a brat.”
I shook my head, absolutely mortified as I continued wetting myself while the younger girl was insulting me.
“Yes, you are,” she smirked, countering my non-verbal denial, “Have fun doing my homework and wearing diapers like a fucking baby, Miley.” With that, she let me go and stood up. “Later, brat.” The red haired monster flipped me off, then proceeded to get back to the race.
Meanwhile, I was literally still peeing. It was why I did nothing but lie there as Miley got to her feet. Was this actually happening to me?? The padding of the diapers clung to me and, unlike when I had relieved myself in front of Ruby, the gross warmth was a lot more present on my ass due to my current position.
When the stream eventually subsided, it hit me that I didn’t have any time to process the wet diapers or anything else. Everyone in the backyard was expecting me to try when it came to racing against ‘Alyssa,’ and I was thoroughly losing at this point despite how I had a decent showing in the first half. Of course, Miley could have been going slightly slower on purpose to set herself up for blindsiding me like she did. I had been focused on catching up, rather than thinking about what she and Paige had been whispering about.
The diapers weren’t quite as full as the pull-ups had been from my ‘accident’ in the park, probably since the last couple cups of water hadn’t caught up with me yet, but still. Running in wet diapers was definitely worse than doing so in dry padding. It was impossible to ignore the mortifying sensation, but I pushed forward anyway.
As I rounded the last corner of the house, I could see that Miley was already done, to the point where she was up on the back porch enjoying the spicy nachos that she could tolerate way better than I could.
“About time, sis!” Paige exclaimed, “What took you so long?”
I wasn’t even across the finish line yet. The only thing that kept me going was the sight of Annika with the stopwatch in her hand. As I returned to the edge of the yard, she sighed and said, “That’s your worst time yet, Miley! Although Alyssa was a little slower than usual, too. Maybe it’s time for a break?”
‘Break,’ meaning doing the homework that Miley just taunted me about. I was probably still blushing, as it was impossible to ignore how the diapers were clinging to me now that I was standing still. And, as I looked from Annika to Paige to Noelle, a couple things dawned on me.
For starters, telling the truth was out; there was no way Noelle was going to believe me, even if Miley and I were a little slow to get through the last part of the race. Additionally, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell my babysitter anything. Not yet, at least. While it had been a while since she diapered me, another daytime ‘accident’ would look bad no matter what. Then again, not fessing up immediately–and taking the heat for wetting myself, due to how I couldn’t blame anyone else–meant that I was going to have to keep wearing the used padding until I figured out a way to keep Noelle from finding out.
Part of me wanted to just blurt out the problem. However, there was absolutely no way I was going to do that in front of everyone. I was also worried that Miley would somehow rat me out before I got the chance to do the objectively mature thing and just let Noelle know what happened. The sooner she knew, the sooner I’d be in clean underwear.
I had just been embarrassed so many times, and could already imagine Noelle’s reaction. For the time being, I kept my mouth shut. Hesitantly heading up the steps with Annika, I avoided the gaze of both Miley and Paige; I had to assume that my sister knew, whether it was her idea to begin with or if Miley had already updated her.
After I politely declined Violet’s offer for another round of snacks, I was taken back inside by Noelle. Paige and company said that they were going to keep hanging out on the back porch, and that we were more than welcome to join them after we were done working. The fact that they weren’t immediately heading back up to play video games was suspicious, though I was going to drive myself crazy if I tried to analyze every little thing they did or didn’t do.
For the moment, I was focused on the wet diapers. Should I tell Noelle? Now was my chance, with the door closed and it being just the two of us in the kitchen.
Rationally, I knew that I should. At this point, I was just waiting out the clock. Noelle was going to be gone at the end of the weekend, and I doubted that was enough time to prove that I was more mature and well behaved than she realized. But . . . I couldn’t do it. Just picturing her reaction was rough, plus I had lived it once when admitting to what Paige had tricked me into doing.
There had to be a way. Somehow, I was going to figure out how to steal a couple fresh diapers and change myself next time I had the chance to excuse myself. That, or muster the courage to say what I currently couldn’t bring myself to say.
So when Noelle opened Miley’s binder back up and gestured for me to sit down and get back to work, I did just that. Cringing at the warm sponge underneath me, head still spinning from the recent interaction with the younger girl, I proceeded to read the first problem on the page while sitting there in wet diapers.