Published: August 4th 2020, 2:01:00 pm
"There she is! My grown-up college girl!"
Danielle blushed, but, thankfully, she'd expected this. After her earlier run-in with her mother in the morning, she'd been checking to make sure she was alone before getting into her diapers for daycare, so she would have been fine anyway; today, especially, even though it hadn't happened again since the first time, she'd suspected that caution would pay off.
"Yeah," she smiled sleepily. "I'm such a big girl now."
She froze for a moment, worried that bit of daycare lingo might give her away, be a little too immature for someone who was supposed to be starting her first semester of college that morning, but her mother either didn't care.
"Yes, you are," she replied, eyes looking a tad misty as she gave her older daughter a hug. "Before we know it, Tessa will be doing this, too."
"It's okay, Mom," Dani smiled, hugging her back. "She's always going to be the baby..."
Except, of course, it was Dani who had to tape herself into a diaper before she left, barely containing the bulk beneath her jeans, hiding it with a slightly oversized shirt so she could get past her mother. It definitely wouldn't have been the look she would have chosen for her first day at college... But that wasn't where she was going.
"You should take off your pants," Tessa suggested, when they got to the daycare. "They make you look too big."
"I am big," Danielle reminded her. But she did as she was told anyway, blushing when she stepped out of the car. Her shirt could have been mistaken for a play-dress, however it was too short to completely hide her diaper, putting it on display. She'd known that pretty much everyone at daycare knew she was wearing diapers, of course, had seen the bulge beneath her usual shorts, or spotted her on the changing table; she'd never had them this exposed, though. "I-I don't know, Tessa," she shook her head. "I-I think I should probably..."
"You look cute!" Tessa declared, taking her hand, leading her away like she was the big sister. At the daycare, she kind of was, and Dani found herself following along after her, even though she knew she could stop the girl, make her take them back to the car so she could get her jeans on and keep her diaper hidden...
But she didn't, and, to her surprise, nobody appeared to care. "Don't you two look precious today?" Miss Katie cooed down at them as they walked in. Dani blushed, stared down at her sneakers, preparing for the worst, with no idea of what that could be... And nothing happened. They were taken to the play room, and that was that.
The other kids didn't seem to give it a second thought, either. Dani was still self-conscious about how visible her diaper was, but the longer she went with nobody treating it as unusual, the less she cared. Honestly, it was kind of comfortable and freeing... At least until a bit later.
"Come on, Dani," Miss Katie told her gently. "We'd better go get you changed."
"Nooo!" Danielle whined, not wanting to put down her crayons. "I'm not that wet!" She gave her diaper a pat to prove it, her eyes widening at the squish she felt when her hand touched the padding.
"See?" Miss Katie read her like a book. "It's time." Blushing, Dani was led to the changing table, put into a fresh diaper. "Maybe you should dress like this more often," the worker said, Dani not positive if it was teasing, or a suggestion. "It's much easier to make sure you won't get a rash if I can see how soggy you are."
Danielle was, of course, an adult, a college student, at least in age. She could determine how soggy she was on her own... She'd just gotten a little too into her coloring, that was all. She'd already had a couple accidents before, mostly when she was scared, or nervous... Having one when she was preoccupied wasn't that bad.
Except that it kept happening... She'd stuck with her normal outfit, not minding making things a bit more difficult for Miss Katie, so that only she knew when her diaper was suddenly a little more damp than she'd expected. It wasn't all the time, but often enough that she probably should have started to worry... Especially after it began to happen at home, too.
The first time, she'd been watching a movie with the family when she felt it. At first, she'd thought nothing of it, her mind in daycare mode, just pushing a little harder, until she glanced down at herself, saw the rapidly expanding wet spot on her pajama pants. Frantically, she'd scrambled to her feet, ran to the bathroom, then retreated to her room, too embarrassed to face her parents. She texted to tell them she was feeling sick to her stomach, and was going to go to bed, and, luckily, if they saw the state of her pants during her mad dash, they never brought it up.
She managed to convince herself she really was ill, that the pit in her stomach was because of that, and not anxiety. It was another couple weeks before it happened at home again, long enough for her to decide it had been a one-time thing. This time, it was when she was helping her mother with cooking, mixing up some batter. Her mom was facing away, and she was able to sell her frantic exit as having heard her phone go off, and thinking it might be her study group trying to get in touch, but Dani knew the truth.
Things weren't going so well at daycare, either... There, however, it seemed natural. It was hard to care too much about wetting herself there, when everyone expected that from her, and she was having so much fun embracing her role.
She didn't notice how bad things were getting until the day she leaked. It was expected, practically - if she kept just wetting her pants whenever she felt the need, she was eventually going to go too far - but that didn't make it any less mortifying to stare down at herself, see the spots there, realize she'd pushed it too much...
To make matters worse, after Miss Katie got her cleaned up, she told her, "I'm sorry, sweetie, but it doesn't look like your parents packed you any spare pants, and I don't think we have any that will fit you and your diaper."
Dani was glad for her earlier experience, getting her used to having her diaper out in the open, although this time was far worse... Now, it was fully on display, her shirt just reaching the waistband, almost as if she'd picked it out as part of the perfect outfit with the infantile undergarment, like she was used to toddling around this way.
And even that wasn't the end of the poor girl's humiliation. She was so busy thinking about how much of a baby she looked like, she didn't notice how her tummy was feeling until she'd been put down for her nap, during which she knew better than to try to get up for anything. She hoped it was her imagination, or anxiety again, though, once naptime was over, she knew the truth.
She'd never had to do this at daycare before... She'd gotten close a couple times, but always held off until she got back home. Today, that wasn't an option... Which meant she had to wait for the potties. She'd always ignored them, happy to pee in her diapers so she didn't potentially hurt the potty training of someone who needed it... This was something entirely different.
It was too bad, then, that she decided to make her first trip to the potty right after naptime. She knew it was a busy time, that the workers were struggling to help all the kids make it to the potties on time, that the line was the longest then... She just had never paid attention to how bad it really was. Usually, she was taking the opportunity to stake her claim on the best toys, while everyone else was in line, so she and Tessa could play after Tessa had made it back from the potty.
Dani groaned, nibbling her bottom lip, bouncing in place, diaper crinkling with every movement, reminding her of the absurdity of her situation. The other kids were used to this, had known all the tricks to get to the front of the line... She was stuck here, in the back, each moment bringing her closer and closer to disaster, to something she'd never even considered might happen to her, no matter how long she spent here in daycare, and diapers.
And yet... "N-No!" she gasped, eyes widening as she felt her control slip, and something thick and mushy begin to ooze its way into the seat of her diaper. She clamped her hands back there, groaning, trying to stop it, but she could feel the lump slowly growing around her fingers, her diaper starting to expand to accommodate it all as she messed herself like a helpless little toddler.
She couldn't even remember the last time Tessa had done this... It had been back before Dani had started to accompany her to daycare, at least, since the girl had been in Pull-Ups then, and had graduated to big girl panties not long after. It had never really bothered Danielle, since she liked to think that, without the diapers, it would be obvious to everyone she didn't belong here, but now, today, after this...
She didn't know what to do, just knew she didn't want to wait in line like this, so she toddled away, wrinkling her nose as she felt the mass in her pants shifting with every step. She tried, at first, to hide behind the big dollhouse, only to realize there would definitely be kids coming to play with it once they'd used the potty. They'd be everywhere, in no time... Eventually, she wound up crouched in the corner, not wanting to sit for obvious reasons, sniffling and feeling sorry for herself.
The play room wasn't that big, unfortunately, so it didn't take long for Tessa to find her. "There you are!" she exclaimed. "I was looking all over for you! Why didn't you get us... What's wrong?"
"N-Nothing," Dani lied, shaking her head, trying to pull her shirt down over her diaper, blushing as her little sister gave her a hug, and caught a whiff of the truth.
"It's okay, Dani," Tessa promised. "Miss Katie will take care of it for you!"
Dani didn't want to go anywhere, to let anyone else see her like this, but she knew she didn't really have a choice. Reluctantly, she took Tessa's hand, let the girl lead her away, knowing that everyone was seeing her messy bottom, and realizing what she'd done. Of course, they all already knew she was a big baby... This would just show them how much of one she was, like it had done for Dani herself.
"Oh, sweetie, it all right," Miss Katie told her, once they arrived at their destination. "Everyone had bad days... That's why you wear your diapers. Don't worry... You'll be in big girl panties like your sister in no time!"
Danielle pouted, her mind scrambling the words in the last sentence, hearing the worker telling her she'd be like her big sister... She knew Miss Katie was aware she was the older sister, thanks to their size difference, although that was getting smaller... Tessa was growing like a weed, and Dani had stopped doing that years ago.
Miss Katie was right, though... Dani was in big girl panties that very afternoon, however, after her accident, it almost felt wrong to let herself wear them, and, as if to prove that thought correct, she had another accident during supper, forcing her to savor her dessert far longer than the rest of the family to give them time to get up and away from the table.
She didn't NEED diapers... She wasn't a baby... But perhaps it was the transition back and forth between them that was causing all this trouble. At daycare, she was happy to use them whenever necessary - as long as she didn't leak, although she always made sure to keep a change of clothes in her bag, just in case - and, at home, she couldn't do that... Unless she decided to wear her diapers then, too.
It was another few weeks before she got up the courage to actually try. "Sweetie," her mother came into her room one night, after an accident Dani had thought she'd hidden, "We're very proud of you for working so hard at your schoolwork, but... If the stress is too much for you, maybe you should consider going with fewer classes next semester."
Dani knew what that had to be about... She'd done her best to keep from blushing until she'd assured her mom everything was okay, and ushered her out of the room, and, that night, she'd done her first test. It turned out, keeping diapers hidden under her normal clothes was far easier than doing the same when she was dressing for daycare, and, before long, she was wearing them full-time, just to be safe.
Of course, thanks to daycare, she was used to using her diapers when she was wearing them, and it was difficult to break the habit after this long. It wasn't until the day of her second messy accident that she realized how bad it was...
After her first experience, she'd been too gun-shy to try the potty line again, and, luckily, she'd been able to hold it until daycare was over... Unfortunately, she hadn't made it all the way home before her bowels had given out on her, making for a rather squishy, and stinky, rest of the ride home. It was far less simple to get herself cleaned up than it had been to let Miss Katie take care of it, but that wasn't the part that got to her.
That happened after she went to bed, curled up in her night-shirt and diaper, lost in thought. At first, she was just humiliated she'd messed her pants again... Then, something else occurred to her.
She hadn't used the toilet once that day. Thinking back, other than to poop, she hadn't the day before, either, and possible the day before that... She'd thought she was doing all right, since she did use it at least once - and this was what her diapers were for, after all - but, now that she'd had a day where she hadn't even done that, it struck her how ridiculous that was.
If she'd chosen to enroll in college, instead of daycare, she'd be almost done with her first semester now. She'd be studying for finals, not wondering how in the world she'd let herself get to the point where she could go a whole day only going potty in her pants, rather than on the toilet. This had been fun, but maybe it was going too far...
Or maybe it had already gotten there. For the first time in longer than she cared to recall, she wore panties when she got home the next day, and, before her parents had returned from work, they were wet. She wasn't even the one to notice, Tessa chastising her, "Dani! Why weren't you wearing your diaper?"
"I-I don't need it," she'd pouted, but she wasn't certain that was true anymore. She was worried, of course, like anyone her age would be, though she quickly calmed herself down. She'd been pondering whether it would be better to stop going to daycare at the rapidly approaching end of her first semester at 'college', or if she could keep going through what would have been winter break, up until she really did start classes at the beginning of the next one.
"It'll be fine," she told herself, staring at herself in the mirror, adjusting her shirt to ensure her diaper was hidden before she went out to face her parents. "Miss Katie will take care of everything..." All she had to do was forge her mother's handwriting again, this time to write a note saying that Dani was trying to potty train, finally. She still felt guilty, like she was making things harder for the other kids who hadn't already been potty trained, but it was clear she needed a little help herself... Surely, by the time the next semester rolled around, she'd be retrained, and ready to go back to being a big girl.