Published: September 20th 2020, 2:01:00 pm
Danielle had been terrified of this moment, from the first time she'd decided to stay with Tessa, but, now that it was here, it was somehow worse than she'd ever imagined. She really wished she didn't have a diaper on, and especially that it wasn't already wet as she stood there, fidgeting, wracking her brain for a way to talk herself out of this.
"Th-They must have made a mistake," she stammered out finally. "I-I bet they're thinking of another Dani..."
"And they just happened to know that Tessa had a sister named that? And called here even though you never attended daycare there?" her mother crossed her arms, making it very clear she wasn't buying any of this. "I want you to unbutton your pants, young lady."
"Wh-What?!" Dani gasped. "R-Right here?!"
"Would you like me to do it for you?"
Danielle wouldn't, knew that the woman would recognize the bulk of the diaper underneath well before she got the pants undone, but that didn't make it any easier for her to do it herself, her heart and mind racing, still trying to figure out how to escape. Unfortunately, nothing came to her as she opened the front of her pants, showing off the tiniest flash of diaper.
Immediately, she began zipping and buttoning everything back up, but it didn't matter; Tessa had still been in diapers recently enough for her mom to recognize them at a glance. "Danielle!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe this!" She took a look at the bulge beneath the girl's clothes, shaking her head. "Honestly, I can't believe I didn't notice before, either." And then, to cap it off, she pushed Dani's fumbling hands aside, pushing her hand through the fly of her pants, forcing the zipper down the rest of the way, giving the diaper a pat. "Danielle!"
"It's not her fault, Mommy!" Tessa interrupted, tugging at her mother's hand. "I asked her to stay and play with me!"
"Did you ask her to use her diaper?" their mom inquired, looking down at her younger daughter, who shook her head. "And how long ago was this, that you asked her?"
"Umm..." Tessa nibbled her bottom lip, thinking hard. "I-I don't remember..."
"What about you?" the woman turned back to the mortified Dani. "I hope your memory is better."
Danielle gulped, not knowing if her mother already knew the truth or not, if she'd asked the daycare worker, or if she'd be willing to call them up and ask to confirm whatever she said. At this point, honesty was probably the best policy, no matter how humiliating it was. "I-It was back at the start of summer," she mumbled.
"Summer!" It was obvious from her reaction that she, in fact, had not known. "Have you been doing to daycare and college all this time?!"
"N-Not exactly..." Her diaper grew a little warmer, along with her cheeks.
"You know what?" her mother sighed, "Let's just wait until your father gets home to discuss this. For now, I assume you have some dry diapers here?"
"I-I'll go change," Dani was happy for an excuse to get away, but her mother grabbed her hand, holding tight and leading her towards her bedroom, pants slowly falling further and further down her legs as she toddled along beside her. "W-We don't really have to tell dad... Right?" she asked, as she got her first diaper change from her mom in a very, very long time.
But, since her mother took her pants away, letting her run around the way Tessa had when she was younger, in just a shirt and diaper, and then made her go to the living room and stand in the corner until her father returned, there was no way around some sort of explanation. When he saw her, at first, he off-handedly said, "In trouble again?", clearly assuming she was Tessa - not that she'd been in diapers for a while - until the little girl ran in to give him a hug.
"Danielle?" he sounded confused. "What are..? What is..?"
"We need to have a nice, long conversation about that," Dani's mother interrupted his befuddled response. And, after sending Tessa off to play in her room, she stood Dani up in front of the couch, sitting down next to her husband, to listen to the whole story.
Obviously, they weren't pleased. "You've been lying to us this whole time?!" her father asked. "You never even registered for college?!"
"And then you let... this... happen," her mother gestured at her diaper, which was already wet again. "I cannot believe you, young lady."
She was sent to her room as well, while the grown-ups discussed what they were going to do about it, her diaper growing very squishy, to the point where she was almost ready to change herself, despite her mother having warned her not to touch it, before they walked through the door.
"I'd better take care of this," her mother said. "You can start getting ready." She walked over to the closet, getting out another diaper. "I really thought I was done with these," she gave the crinkly garment a squeeze, "but I guess not, huh?"
"H-Hey!" Dani's eyes widened, watching her father open up her dresser, pulling the top drawer, with all her underwear and bras in it, out, carrying it away.
"You won't be needing those anymore," her mom informed her. "We're confiscating all the panties out of it, and I'll be taking the diapers once I'm done here as well. If - when, I guess I should say - you need a change, you can come to me or your father, but you won't be doing it on your own anymore."
"B-But what if you're not here?" Dani blushed.
"Then you'll be at daycare. If you want to act like a baby this much, we're just going to give you what you want. From what I've heard from the daycare, and what I've seen already, you're nowhere near potty trained anymore, and I can't imagine you will be again before the next school year starts... So, you're going to spend the next year enrolled at daycare. We'll try again after that, maybe, if you have your potty training back by then."
"M-Mommy!" Danielle gasped, not even realizing exactly what she'd called the woman. "I-I don't need that long! I-I can do it before then!" Missing one year wasn't that bad... Being two years late to start college, though, was definitely going to invite some questions, questions she wouldn't have answers for.
"This is the second time I've changed you," her mother reminded her. "Tell me the truth... Did you know you had to go at any point while you were using your diapers either time?" Dani gulped, shook her head.
"B-But Tessa moved up to a higher class," she pouted.
"That's because she's potty trained," her mother said. "Maybe one day, you'll get to move up to pre-school prep, too."
It certainly wasn't going to happen that night, however, as Dani felt her diaper grow soggy once more at the sight of her father returning, wooden hairbrush in hand. "We don't approve with spanking as a punishment, generally," her mother told her. "But we are very disappointed in you, so, this time, we're making an exception."
Even through her diaper, it was quite painful, and Dani was sent to bed, sniffling and rubbing her padded bottom, dreading what the next day would bring.
If her parents had told anyone at the daycare about her true identity, they either didn't think anything of it, or didn't care, since they still treated her exactly the same, other than going back to trying to potty train her. Tessa was still off with the bigger kids, which made Dani more aware of how ridiculous her situation was, being surrounded by all these other toddlers who seemed far more immature than her sister.... But it wasn't that bad, really.
After all, she'd been doing this for months now. The idea of another year - longer, possibly, if they kept her in daycare up until the school year started - here was daunting, although, at this point, when she thought about it, it was getting kind of close to a year that she'd already been here, and she'd liked it enough to keep coming back that whole time... What was another year?
And, now, there really wasn't anything she could do about it. This was all her parents' doing, so she didn't have to blame herself about missing out on college, or anything like that... It wasn't up to her anymore. It was a weight off her mind. Sure, ultimately, if she hadn't started coming here, they wouldn't have had any reason to do it, but it was out of her hands now.
If they were going to keep her in daycare, she might as well enjoy it. She did still get to see Tessa, since the pre-school prep class got to play with the other kids a couple times a day. It wasn't all the time, like it used to be, but that was fine. If anything, it made her feel less self-conscious about being in diapers, when her little sister wasn't. Pretty much everyone she played with was in them, so, even though she knew she was much older than them, it didn't bother her.
Miss Katie was trying to get her out of them, of course, and Dani started to make an effort, right after she'd been caught. It didn't take long for her to slip back into laziness, however. She was going to be here a whole other year anyway, so why get worked up about it? She could easily let it slide for another six months, and that would still give her plenty of time.
She knew it was silly, that she was a grown-up who should want to be out of diapers for no other reason than that... But, from what she'd heard from Tessa, pre-school prep was much more structured, and boring. Dani knew her letters and numbers, and all that, so she wasn't going to gain anything from moving up to it, other than a little more time with her sister... She wanted to do what she'd been doing this whole time, playing with whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
So, if anything, her potty training got worse, at least on paper. After all her bad experiences with the potties here, it didn't feel worth stressing out over getting to them in time, and now that she couldn't just use the toilet at home without one of her parents taking her - which was even more embarrassing - she decided the best option was to use her diapers for everything.
She'd already been doing that, of course, but her new decision meant not making any effort to worry about holding her messies, either, paying them no more mind than she did her many, many wet accidents. They weren't that bad, once she got used to them... So long as her body stayed on schedule, and filled her pants while she was at daycare, and not home, she was perfectly happy with that, not realizing how quickly the rest of her control was slipping away.
She also didn't realize that her mother was talking to Miss Katie more often now, or that she'd started getting pictures of Dani's potty training chart sent to her regularly. She'd assumed her parents, like her, weren't too worried about it now, with her return to real school so far out...
"Dani!" her mother scolded, one Saturday as the girls sat and watched TV, having walked over to where the older girl was lying on the floor on her stomach, coloring.
"What, Mommy?" Danielle looked up at her, confused, until the woman bent down, gave the seat of her diaper a pat, making her feel the mush there shift beneath her palm. "O-Oh," she blushed. The weekends were the hard part... When it had first started, she could hold it through them, until she was back at daycare, but that had been getting more and more difficult...
"Why didn't you ask to go to the potty?" her mother sighed. "I was right in the other room!" Dani squirmed, no suitable excuse springing to mind. "Did you even know you had to go?"
"O-Of course I did!" Dani fibbed. "I'm not a baby!"
"Did you?" her mom asked again. "I've been keeping an eye on you two, and you haven't moved from that spot for quite a while now... You didn't make any move to get up, or call out for me..."
"I-I didn't want to interrupt the cartoon," Danielle shrugged.
"And what about all these times?" her mother took out her phone, scrolling through the potty chart pictures.
"Umm... Same thing?" Dani tried, her stomach churning at the sight, slowly realizing just how bad things had gotten, after all. She hadn't noticed that she had to go this time, and, honestly, probably hadn't for most, if not all, of the accidents marked in the photos. Had she taken things too far, yet again? Did she have any potty training left, whatsoever?!