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The Chart - Part 4

Published: August 12th 2020, 2:00:04 pm

Pictures property of Pampered Penny.

Sophie woke up with a pout, wrinkling her nose as she rolled over in her bed, feeling the incredible bulk of the diaper between her legs, reminding her that it hadn't been a nightmare... Although, the soreness in her bottom beneath that padding did the same thing. She whimpered, trying to rub her backside through the diaper, but the cloth was too thick for her to feel it.

She was dry, as always. She could hardly wait to show it to Penny, to prove to her that she hadn't been lying after all... Except, of course, if she did that, it was going to raise a lot of questions about why she'd been 'wetting the bed' for so long now, only to suddenly stop. She could claim that she'd gotten over her problem, but that wasn't going to help her if she wet herself during the day, and Penny found those panties... And, now that she'd had her trainers taken away again, after she'd peed in them, she couldn't use them as insurance.

What was she going to do?! She pushed her blankets aside, staring down at herself in the bulky diaper, and her pajama shirt. None of the matching shorts, or pants - or even those that didn't match - would fit over the diaper, so she'd had to sleep without anything covering it... Though, to be fair, she wasn't sure she'd want anything else on, considering how toasty she'd been in just the diaper.

There was no way she'd be able to use the diaper instead of the trainers for her plan; they were far too thick. She'd never get out of the house without Penny or her mother noticing, and her friends at school would definitely see the bulge. They'd also see the wet spot if she had another accident... What was she going to do?! Those trainers had been a godsend, and now they'd been snatched away from her, leaving her with an impossible choice.

"Oh!" she squealed, blushing bright red as she shifted in her bed, feeling a warm dampness beneath her rear. "No!" She groaned, shaking her head, hardly able to believe herself... She'd gotten so caught up in her thoughts that she'd had another accident, this one with the full weight of a full, overnight bladder behind it.

It looked like her body had made the decision for her... Now it looked like she really had wet the bed. She knew she hadn't, that she'd been fully awake at the time, but would Penny believe that? And would Sophie want to tell her?

The accident had really woken up her, made her want to get moving as she climbed out of bed, felt how heavily the cloth diaper drooped between her legs now, soaked. She was looking forward to taking a shower, using the time to decide how she was going to approach this with Penny, how she was going to dress for the next day... When she got to the bathroom, however, she realized one, very important, detail she'd somehow missed the night before.

The diaper pins Penny had used weren't normal ones. No matter how much Sophie fumbled with them, she couldn't get them open; she was trapped in them, locked in her diaper until she went to the woman for help. She was going to have to toddle up to her in her soggy diaper and beg her to take these locking pins off her, since she could not work out how to remove them herself.

"Ugh," she stared at herself in the mirror, at the reflection of the toddler looking back at her. How had this happened? How had she been turned from a college girl 'tweener into a diaper-wetting toddler, just as immature - if not more-so - than any of the littles at her school?! She'd never seen any of them wear diapers this thick, at least not in public... 

Of course, she didn't need them, not as badly as it might look now. As much as she'd deny it out loud, she knew she'd never last long enough during the day to build up this much pee-pee at once, to warrant such a bulky diaper... But, right now, it definitely looked like she needed them badly, perhaps worse than anyone else she'd ever met in her life...

So, obviously, that was the moment when she heard her mother's voice. "Sophie, sweetie, can you come out to the living room? We need to talk to you!"

She didn't have a choice, really. If she kept them waiting, she'd probably be in even bigger trouble when she finally arrived... And what would delaying accomplish, anyway? Her diaper was growing cooler, clammier, but certainly not any dryer. The longer she took, the more it would look as though she'd woken up in the thing... It was likely already too late. 

She wasn't sure if she wanted to say that or not; having the option might have been nice, however. Sighing, she toddled her way out of the bathroom, down the hall, into the living room, where her mother was sitting, Penny settling down into the chair beside her. Sophie blushed, knowing they both had enough experience to be able to tell, right away, that she was wet.

"Oh, Sophie," her mom shook her head, disappointed. "What has gotten into you lately?"

"I-I don't know, Mommy," Sophie sniffled, cheeks darkening as she realized what she'd said. It had been years - a decade or more, probably - since she'd called her mother that... She hadn't planned to do it now, but it had slipped out naturally, the soggy diaper between her thighs, and her thoughts from a minute or two earlier, in the bathroom, combining to further humiliate her.

"I can see that Penny made a good call, then," the woman smiled sadly, reaching over, grabbing for a stack of white cloth sitting on the table between her and Penny's chairs. "She told me about what happened last night, and it's obvious what happened after that."

Sophie opened her mouth, wanting to tell her that wasn't true, that things hadn't went down like she thought, then shut it again. 

"Clearly, we need a new rule around here," Andrea said. "That's why I had Penny pick these up. I've worked very hard to provide you with this home, Sophie, and while you've been doing a good job with the chore chart, and helping to keep everything nice, I don't want to risk you drifting off and leaving puddles everywhere... So, from now on, any little girl who has accidents needs to wear protection, all the time. Your display last night only proves that it isn't enough to keep you in diapers at night. You're going to have to wear trainers during the day, too."

"But, mom!" Sophie whined. Honestly, it was almost a relief; this might make things so much easier. If they knew, and expected her to, wear training panties all the time, she wouldn't have to worry about accidents... 

On the other hand, if they kept track of how many she went through, it was actually going to make things more difficult. Unless she claimed to be narcoleptic or something, they might get suspicious of how often she seemed to be falling asleep during the day, dribbling into her trainers...

She hoped things would lean more on the positive side, though it didn't take much acting to pretend to be upset at the decision. Wearing training panties all the time was going to be difficult to hide, and if she took an extra pair or two with her to classes, there was a chance someone might spot them in her bag when she was getting out books for classes, even if she managed to keep the one she had on covered. She'd prepared herself for this a little, by coming up with her original plan, yet, now that it was reality, she was starting to wonder how well she was really going to be able to pull it off.

"So," Penny spoke up, before Sophie could say anything more, try to defend herself - or decide if she wanted to. "That's the rule you decided to go with?" 

Andrea frowned, glanced over at her. "Yes," she said. "We discussed it, remember?"

"Of course I do," Penny nodded, reaching over, pushing the plush, white training pants away from Andrea on the table. "And that's why I bought these... But not for Sophie."

"Umm... Wh-What are you talking about?" Andrea did her best to laugh it off, glancing over at her clearly confused daughter, standing in front of them in her drenched diaper. "Of course they're for Sophie... She's the one having the problem."

"You said it yourself," her fiance replied. "We need a new rule in this house... And it's only fair that the rules apply to everyone in the house, isn't it?" 

Andrea had been grateful for Penny to step in, to take charge... She loved Sophie, of course, and she was a good girl, most of the time, but Andrea had never had it in her to be as strict as the girl probably needed. Penny coming in, making that chore chart, had been a huge help...

Of course, since Sophie was the one without a job - other than school - it only made sense that she be the one with the most chores on the chart, which gave her the most chances to fail, and need to be punished. Andrea and Penny each had a few of their own, however... And, while Penny had never failed to accomplish her tasks, Andrea hadn't been so good.

Andrea could still remember that night, sitting up in bed, reading, in her nightgown, seeing Penny sweep into the room. "Oh," she'd said, raising an eyebrow. "All ready for bed?"

"Are you ready to join me?" Andrea had patted the bed beside her seductively.

Penny had stared at her for a long moment, then shook her head. "Did you forget you were supposed to clean the bathroom today?" she'd asked, finally.

"Oh, right," Andrea had shrugged nonchalantly, not knowing any better. "I'll get to that tomorrow."

That had been a mistake. "The chart is there for a reason," Penny had lectured her. "What kind of an example do you think you're setting for your daughter by showing that you don't have to follow it?"

Andrea had rolled her eyes. "She probably didn't even notice. If you really want, I'll go mark it off now, in case she looks..."

"Are you going to clean the bathroom?" Penny had crossed her arms, staring down at the other woman.

"Seriously?!" Andrea could hardly believe it. 

And that was how Andrea had found herself over her fiance's lap, the skirt of her nightgown being slid up her thighs, exposing her underwear. "Did someone have an accident?" Penny had teased her.

"That's not fair," she'd pouted. "You know it happens sometimes when I sneeze..." It had been getting a little worse lately, though... She'd attributed it to the stress of the wedding coming up, and all the changes that had come with that, but it wasn't bad enough to worry her. "Come on, this isn't funny." 

And it certainly wasn't. Andrea had been horrified to get a spanking from her fiance, knowing her daughter was only a few rooms away, fighting to stay quiet to keep the girl from hearing her squeal in pain and humiliation. And, to cap it off, she'd been stood in the corner, sentenced to time-out like a little kid... Or Sophie, when she didn't finish her chores.

"Since this is your first offense, Sophie doesn't need to know," Penny had told her, when it was all over. "But we want to set a good example for her, don't we? So, if it happens again, I'm afraid I'll have to punish you in front of her. There's no point in having rules for the house if they don't apply to everyone in it."

Andrea hadn't thought too much about that statement - although she had been more careful about checking the chart, and doing her chores, from then on - until right now, as Penny brought it up in front of her daughter. "I-I don't know what you mean," Andrea forced a chuckle, hoping Sophie would buy it. 

"Sophie is going to wear training pants," Penny promised, "I showed them to you already, remember? They're very cute, perfect for her... These ones are for you. I thought plain white might be better, a little more professional... I mean, just look at them." She picked one up, stretching the waistband out. "These are way too big for her."

"B-But..." Andrea stammered, squirming in her chair. "I-I don't need them... Not like her..."

"You made the rule yourself," Penny said, as if she hadn't been the one to suggest it. "Little girls who had accidents need protection... What about you, sweetie? How are your panties?"

"That doesn't matter!" Andrea fumed, blushing. Sophie was the one who was having big accidents, who belonged in training pants, not her... She refused to be put back down on the same level as her! "We'll talk about this later," she glared at the other woman. "I don't think this is an appropriate time or place for this conversation."

Even as she said it, she began to regret it, to worry she'd made a mistake... And to feel to dribble of wetness in her formerly dry underwear as Penny looked her in the eye. She'd been so glad to have Penny step in and take control... Now, however, she couldn't help wondering if maybe her fiance had taken too much of it, if she'd lost control of her own house... And if she was about to get a spanking, right in front of her daughter.

"You're right," Penny agreed, after a long moment, standing up. "We will talk about this later. For now, Sophie, you can wipe that smug look off your face and come with me so I can get you changed into your trainers for the day before you start leaking all over the floor... I don't know how you managed to go that much overnight, but I may have to add an extra layer or two tonight if you go that much."