princesspottypants

The Chart - Part 3

Published: July 8th 2020, 2:01:01 pm

Pictures property of Pampered Penny and Little Sophie Studios. 

Sophie, of course, knew what that could mean... She'd been around enough littles to be aware of the way this sort of thing usually went. For them, it had always seemed appropriate... But she wasn't a little!

"I-I'll do better!" she promised. "I swear!"

"It isn't your fault," Penny told her gently. "It's happening while you're asleep; what are you going to do? Listen, I know this is embarrassing, but nobody needs to know except for you and me and your mom. You can just put them on before bed, and they'll keep you nice and dry, and you won't have to do as much laundry... It's just better this way, for all of us."

Sophie gulped, heart pumping as she listened to the words, hearing exactly what she'd been afraid of. "P-Put... what on?" she had to ask anyway, had to hear for sure, even though she doubted she was going to like the answer.

"That's up to you," Penny said. "I haven't bought anything yet, because I wanted to get your opinion first. You know that I'm aware of what's going on now, and you're the one who will have to wash your bedding, like always, if you try to lie about this... So, I want you to be honest. How bad is it?"

The younger girl frowned, confused. "I-I mean, I know it isn't good, b-but like you said, I can't help it... I-I really don't think I should be punished too much..." Was that the wrong answer? She felt like, no matter what Penny said, there was a right one, and, probably, begging for mercy wasn't it. How could she do anything else, though?! 

Penny stared at her for a moment, long enough to make Sophie squirm, and blush, and nearly revise her words, before chuckling. "No, silly girl," she shook her head. "This isn't about punishment, it's about prevention; how bad is your bedwetting? Do you think you need full-blown diapers, or trainers?"

"Oh," Sophie's cheeks warmed. Of course... That's what she got for assuming the worst. "Umm..." She fidgeted, nibbling her bottom lip. That was an even more difficult question, especially considering the truth about her bedwetting was that it was nonexistent. Only now, thinking about this, did she realize what a mess she'd gotten herself into, feeding into Penny's misunderstanding... She could easily keep whichever she chose dry through the night; it was the day that she worried about. Would Penny stop paying attention to the hamper after this, or would she notice the wet panties kept showing up?

Should she break down, tell the woman the truth? She'd always heard that honesty was the best policy - she'd also seen plenty of littles get their bottoms spanked and diapered when they tried to go with it, however - but she might be too deep in already. "T-Trainers should be more than enough," she mumbled, blushing, still finding it hard to accept that she was willingly saying that, willingly telling her mom's fiance to buy her training panties. 

They were the better option, though, by far. She didn't trust Penny to go with a thinner, more subtle diaper - they were for overnight, after all - and, if she had trainers, perhaps they'd be small enough she could wear them under her clothes without them being noticed, get some protection when and where she actually needed it. 

"Are you sure?" Penny asked, and Sophie nodded. Once the Amazon was out of her room, however, she couldn't help wondering if this was a mistake. Was she really going to consider wearing training panties during the day, voluntarily? What had happened to her in the short amount of time since Penny had moved in?! 

The question was even more relevant the next day, when Penny surprised her, after school, with a pair of cloth trainers, and Sophie felt a sense of real relief, and gratefulness as she exclaimed, "Thank you!" She was an adult... She shouldn't be glad to be getting those things! And yet, here she was... What was wrong with her?!

Her gratitude was short-lived anyway, once it became obvious that one pair was all she was being given at the moment. The previous day, as she'd been working out how best to take advantage of the situation, her biggest fear had been that Penny would get her a pack of them that were all different, and she'd have to depend on the woman having a bad memory, forgetting which ones Sophie had and hadn't worn, to keep her from figuring out that Sophie was wearing them outside of bedtime.

She hadn't even considered that she'd only get one at a time, that Penny would stay in control of the others. And there had to be others... It seemed silly of her to only buy one pair when her chart showed that, in the past six weeks, the most nights she'd stayed dry in a week was three... And there was one week where she'd supposedly wet every single night. If there was just one trainer, Sophie would have to do laundry every day...

"Umm... Are there... any others?" she asked, blushing. She didn't want to look greedy, certainly not for something so childish, but it was starting to seem more and more like her plans weren't going to work out after all.

"Of course," Penny replied. "There's no need to try to shove them into your dresser, though, I know how messy and full it is... I'll take care of them."

"N-No, you don't have to do that," Sophie shook her head. "Y-You've already been such a big help... I don't want to trouble you any more."

"Well, sweetie," the larger woman said, "as much as I wish I could trust you, since you know I know the truth now, I'm just not certain yet... So I think it would be best if I keep control of them for a little longer. Every morning, you can come to me for a clean pair, so you can tuck them away with your PJs for that night, and I'll update your chart for you. After you do the laundry, you'll deliver all the freshly washed ones to me, and I'll be counting them to make sure you aren't trying to hide anything."

Sophie would have liked to make a fuss, to whine about how Penny didn't trust her... But, to be fair, she had been planning on trying to deceive her. Maybe she could still pull it off... She wasn't going to be using them at night, so she could still wear them during the day, and they'd be getting washed anyway.... It was risky - all Penny had to do was look through the dirty laundry once and find a pair of wet training panties, and compare that to her bedwetting chart, full of hearts, to know something was up - though it might be worth it. 

It would be nice knowing she didn't have to worry about having an accident at school, or in front of her mom or Penny... She'd have to change back into her regular underwear before using the potty, but that wouldn't be too awful... And, although the trainers were thick, and childish, she was sure they'd fit under her clothes, and were definitely far better than diapers.

She confirmed that almost as soon as Penny was out of the room, slipping into them. They were soft, and bulky... But she felt much safer, knowing she wouldn't be dribbling into her panties today. Feeling more secure, she got to work on her homework, forgetting all about her troubles, after a few minutes of shifting and squirming, getting used to the feel of her new underthings.

There was one flaw in her plan, unfortunately, one she should have seen right away, but had been too relieved when she came up with it, had figured out how she was going to make this work in her favor, despite Penny seemingly doing everything in her power to stop her. In the future, this would work... Today, however, she was wearing her trainers before they got checked, and not after. And the sense of safety was a dangerous thing to her already slowly-deteriorating bladder control...

She hardly even noticed it happening this time, her mind knowing she wouldn't be making any puddles that she'd have to try to clean up without anything else noticing, or asking what she was up to... She just wiggled her bottom, partway through one of her homework questions, frowned at the unusual sensation, and wriggled again, not fully processing it until she reached down between her legs and gave the cloth there a pat.

She was wet... And, unlike with her panties, there was no way to just sneak her trainers into the laundry without Penny knowing.

"You've got to be kidding!" she fumed quietly at herself, unable to believe she'd been so stupid. Now she was stuck in these soggy pants until the next morning! And she was going to have to face Penny like this, have to watch the Amazon put an X on her bedwetting chart... 

"Ugh!" she flopped down onto her bed, grabbing her old, favorite stuffed animal, a white tiger, clutching it to her chest for comfort. "What's wrong with me, Alfie?" She stared into its black, plastic eyes, but there were no answers there.

Supper was very awkward... She almost tried to pretend she wasn't hungry, though she was too scared that might draw more unwanted attention to her. The trainers were wet now, so she wasn't about to shove them under her bed, or into her closet, or something... Which was going to be a big problem when she had to use the potty next. She had to keep wearing them, shuffling into the dining room, praying the two older women didn't somehow figure out what she was wearing beneath her dress. It might have been a good trial run for whether it was safe to wear under her clothes the next day, if she wasn't more scared of Penny finding out than her friends.

She ate as quickly as she could, cleared her plate, then rushed back through the dining room towards her room, ready to hide out for the rest of the evening, only to hear, "And where do you think you're going, young lady?"

She froze, feeling the trainers growing a little heavier, another trickle of anxious urine escaping into them. Did they know?! Had she been moving too fast, making her skirt flap up and show off her childish underwear?! Gulping, she turned around, formulating excuses and stories frantically.

"There are still dishes in there," Penny reminded her, gesturing towards the kitchen. "And it's your turn to clean up after supper. Since you're done already, you might as well start working."

"R-Right!" Sophie had to fight not to smile, or giggle nervously, knowing that looking too happy about it would be suspicious, considering how much she hated doing dishes... It was just a huge relief to know that her secret was safe a little longer.

She wound up wetting herself again before the evening was over, because she was too afraid to - and gross out by the idea of - stashing her soggy trainers somewhere in her room so she could ask for the potty. They held up, although it was a good thing she'd only had a few dribbles and trickles beforehand, and that she knew she wouldn't be wetting herself overnight, since she could tell they were getting close to capacity. Hopefully Penny didn't get mad at her for 'lying' about how bad her 'bedwetting' was... 

She really wished she'd worked out some other alternative for herself, instead of just peeing her pants like a little, once she thought about that, but it was too late now... A series of bad decisions had led to her sitting there, in her room, in drenched training panties; once she'd made the first, it had been far too easy to keep stumbling into the others, making it worse and worse...

And then, to cap it all off, Penny knocked on her door. "Time to brush my teeth?" Sophie asked, glancing up at her, used to the routine by now.

"Well, yes," the woman nodded. "But I also want to make sure you get your trainers on right before you go to bed."

Sophie's eyes widened, her pulse quickening as she struggled not to let her panic show in her voice. "Th-They're just like regular panties, right? I-I think I can handle it..."

"I'm sure you can," Penny smiled, "It's always better to be safe than sorry, though, especially for your first time. And, since you haven't gone for a while..." She raised an arm, showing off the potty. 

Sophie couldn't help herself this time, a tiny squeak escaping from her mouth before she could stop it. "I-I'm okay!" she exclaimed.

"I know it might feel that way," Penny told her, "but if you go now, it will give you the best chance of having a dry night. Just let me check you first..." Sophie stepped back, away from the Amazon's hand as it reached for her skirt. "Sophie!" she scolded. "You know better than that!"

This was bad... Anxiously, Sophie grabbed at Alfie, squeezing him to her chest again. "Sophie, I have to check you," Penny said sternly. 

"J-Just so you know," Sophie tried to explain, fingers creeping down, towards the hem of her dress, "I-I was just trying to get used to them before I had to try to sleep in them...."

"That's fine," Penny chuckled. "That's smart... I'm sure they're very different, aren't they? Now, just let me... Sophie! What did you do?!" Sophie swallowed, hugging her tiger even tighter. "Those are soaked, young lady! Did you fall asleep in here?!"

Lies where what had gotten her into this mess... But she was too far in now. "Y-Yeah," she fibbed once more.

"Well, if you wet yourself that much during a little nap, you definitely lied to me about how bad your problem was, didn't you?" Sophie shook her head, but Penny wasn't going to accept that this time. "Yes, I think you did. Fortunately, I had a feeling I couldn't trust you about this." She marched out of the room, returning with an armload of supplies, dumping them onto Sophie's bed before sitting down on it herself.

"All right, then, young lady," she smirked, grabbing the biggest item, the one that worried Sophie the most as it sat there, huge and white and poofy, and thick enough to make her trainers look like big girl panties. "Looks like you're going to be wearing these to bed from now on... After you put that soggy bottom of yours over my lap so I can spank you for lying to me."