Published: June 30th 2021, 2:00:07 pm
Danielle was almost disappointed when she realized the Pull-Ups were gone, that Vivi must have, finally, taken her advice and took them home with her. Not that she minded the action itself, or the thought of Vivi having them tucked away in her closet, where she could put one on at any time... She was just sad that it would be that much more unlikely for her to get to see Vivien put immediately into a diaper when she arrived at daycare because she'd shown up in panties.
Of course, getting to see it once had been entertaining enough, seeing her march in, totally oblivious, after actually going to her first class of the day for a change, then immediately having her shorts tugged down before getting led over to the changing table.
"No!" she'd whined. "They're brand new! They're clean!"
"All the more reason to make sure they stay that way," she'd been told. "You aren't ready for those yet, Vivi."
Dani didn't know what she'd been thinking... Even if she hadn't known she was going to end up in diapers - and, since Danielle hadn't told her what the note said, and Vivi had thrown it away as soon as she'd found a trash can, she didn't - the shorts she'd worn would have had trouble hiding her Pull-Ups... They had no hope once she was in a diaper.
"Don't you say a word," she warned, toddling over in her shirt and diaper, the former barely reaching the waistband of the latter.
"I wasn't going to!" Dani promised. "That look does suit you, though..."
"Ugh, shut up!" Vivi glared at her grumpily, throwing a toy at her. Unfortunately, the worker who had diapered her was still nearby, and that earned her another trip to the corner.
She'd seemingly wisened up after that, getting better about making sure she had a Pull-Up to change into. Dani could see the look of relief on her face the first time she'd arrived, gotten checked, and didn't get immediately taken to the changing table, and she'd been awfully smug when she sat down next to Dani.
"See?" she'd said. "They know I don't really need diapers!"
Her attitude changed pretty quickly when she wound up in them after all, once she'd used her trainers. "This is so unfair!" she'd complained to Dani. "I show up in clean panties, and they aren't satisfied... I wear Pull-Ups, and they let those slide, but as soon as I have a tiny accident, I'm right back to diapers! I almost wish they'd just put me in them full time and get it over with."
Dani had decided not to say anything about Vivi's use of 'accident', to see if she'd actually meant that, if she'd been in the Pull-Ups long enough that she'd started using them without thinking. Instead, she'd playfully suggested, "Maybe you should tell them that. I'm sure they'd be happy to oblige."
"No!" Vivi had glowered. "I'm not a baby like you!"
It was cheating, not letting Vivien know the rules, but she should have known that peeing her pants would lead to diapers. Had Dani's repeated suggestions about how awful it was to have to use the potty chairs affected her that much, that she refused to try, even when she knew the consequences? Or had she simply gotten too accustomed to going in her trainers? Either way, it was very rare for a day to go by where the girl didn't wind up in diapers, even after she'd bitten the bullet, and started showing up in Pull-Ups more frequently.
And then, something really unexpected had happened. Danielle was used to Vivi going with her - or showing up later, after her morning class - on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and that was it. She had far too much to do on Tuesdays and Thursdays to even think about going to daycare then, so, when Dani heard someone arrive one Tuesday afternoon, blubbering, she didn't think, at first, that there was any way it could be her, no matter how much it sounded like her. Not until she heard Miss Katie say gently, "Oh, Vivi, what happened, sweetie?"
Danielle's eyes opened wide, her head turning to see Vivien standing there, facing the teacher, a very obvious wet spot on her jeans. "I-I had an accident," she sniffled. "I-I didn't know what to do..."
"This is why we have you in diapers here," Miss Katie told her patiently. "I don't know what your parents are thinking, poor thing... Don't worry, I'll get you all cleaned up."
If the fact she was there on that day at all hadn't been enough to tip Dani off that something was wrong, the sight of her toddling next to Miss Katie, diaper obvious beneath her shirt, thumb in her mouth - something Danielle had never seen her do at the daycare, no matter how into playing she got - would have done it. Vivi moved her thumb as soon as she spotted Dani, blushing bright red, but it was too late.
Danielle was certain she'd tell her to be quiet, or announce that she wasn't going to say anything about what had happened; to her surprise, Vivi opened up right away, with no prompting.
"Today has been so awful," she sniffed. "You wouldn't believe it..."
"It's okay," Dani told her, leaning over to give her a hug. "You're here now... You're safe."
Vivi rolled her eyes. "For now! I don't know how I'm going to show my face tomorrow!" She wriggled in place, diaper crinkling, then sighed. "So, you know that class that I've been skipping?" Danielle nodded. "Well, on the days that I don't, I've been leaving early, because I realized the bathrooms are way less crowded while classes are going on, so it's easier to go in and change then... I didn't think the professor had noticed, but..." She stopped, cheeks blazing again, until she raised her hands up to hide them.
"What happened?" Danielle asked gently, after giving her a moment to try to collect herself.
"H-He saw me in the hall today, a-and he made me go to his office," Vivien blurted out. "I-I was too scared to say no... H-He told me I was on the verge of failing because of absences, and that he'd be willing to give me a chance if he thought I was willing to earn it, but that not even staying the whole time when I did show up made him think I didn't deserve it, and..."
She whimpered, covering her face again. "I-I just felt so intimidated by him, and so small... I-I don't know how it happened, but... I-I just felt my pants getting warm all of the sudden... R-Right in front of him! It was so mortifying, Dani! And then, I didn't want to go home, because I was afraid my mom might be there, a-and I didn't know what else to do, so... I-I came here..."
Danielle pulled her into another hug. "It's okay," she promised. "Maybe he didn't notice..."
"Of course he did!" Vivi rolled her eyes. "I was sitting, like, three feet away from him! And I definitely left a puddle in his chair... God, I have to drop that class! I-I mean, I was already about to fail anyway, but that just clinches it, right? I-I can't go back to his class after that, can I?"
Dani stayed quiet, wanting Vivi to make this choice on her own, not because she didn't have a strong opinion of what she wanted the girl to do, to help further her plan, but so that, if she somehow managed to break free of the spiral Dani had sent her down, she would have to admit that this part, at least, had been her idea.
"I have to," she nodded after a long moment. "That's two classes this semester! What is wrong with me?!"
Danielle glanced away, hoping Vivi wouldn't make the connection that this had only started thanks to her influence. This was a risky spot for both of them... She could tell Vivien was on the verge of something, that this might be what snapped her out of it, made her want to begin focusing on her real school again, to keep things from getting worse...
"And then!" Vivi continued, taking Dani by surprise. "I get here, and Miss Katie tells me that me peeing my pants proves that I'm not even ready for Pull-Ups yet! Sh-She wants me to wear diapers all the time here!"
That must have been it, Dani thought... That was what had left Vivi a thumb-sucking, sniffling mess, getting that news on top of everything else... Really, the girl should have expected it at this point, but she must have been too convinced that she was still so much more mature than Dani that it could never happen to her.
There was an easy solution to that, of course. Nobody was forcing Vivi to come to daycare... She could go back to dropping Danielle off and going about her day like a grown-up, like she'd used to do. Dani squirmed, wondering if Vivi was going to think of that, if this was going to be the end after all...
"You know," Vivien pondered. "This sucks, obviously, but... It does mean I have all day Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays open now... And I don't even have to feel guilty about it!"
"That's true," Danielle nodded, as if she hadn't thought of that herself. "Of course... You will have to be diapered the whole time..."
Vivi wrinkled her nose. "I know... But they aren't really that much worse than the Pull-Ups, are they? Honestly, I'm more worried about when I'm not here... I-I don't know why I had that accident like that... What if it happens again?"
Dani grinned, realizing that this was it, that it was just the thing she'd been waiting for. Vivi had been getting used to her Pull-Ups, and using them, for a while now... She was pretty sure she'd started having real accidents in them, simply because she was so accustomed to going to the bathroom in them when she was wearing them. She hadn't known how to suggest it, but she'd known that if she could find a way to get the girl to wear them more often, her control would start slipping further and further...
"You do have those Pull-Ups," she pointed out innocently. "Maybe if you wore those to school..."
"No way!" Vivi shook her head. "Those are for here, that's all!"
Danielle shrugged. "Okay... But wouldn't that be better than worrying about leaving another puddle? If it did happen again, nobody would have to know except you... As long as you had some protection..."
"Dani," Vivien rolled her eyes, but Danielle could see the gears in her head turning, recognizing that she had a point... "I guess I could try it..."
"What could it hurt?" Dani asked, happy to see that Vivi didn't know the answer, that, if she did this, chances were good that she really would start peeing her pants more... Which meant that she probably wouldn't know why, or that, if she wanted to stop it, that she should stop wearing the same protection that was keeping her from being more humiliated by them than she already was. The more common the accidents were, the more she'd want to ensure nobody else found out about them, the more she'd be, unknowingly, telling her bladder that it was all right to keep emptying itself into her pants, no matter where she was, or what she was doing.