Published: May 22nd 2022, 12:01:01 pm
Chey carefully toddled into the living room, carefully carrying two red, plastic cups filled with something that Mommy had told her she wasn't allowed to drink, under any circumstances. "That's for big kids," Mommy had said.
"B-But I am a big kid!" Chey had insisted, bouncing in place with a pout. "I'm staying up and helping!"
"Yes, you are." Chey had seen Mommy's smile, but she assumed it must be one of pride, of seeing her little girl so grown up. "But you're still not quite big enough for these. You are big enough to go give them to your aunties, though!"
Chey had sulked about it for a few seconds, then took the cups and did as she was told. That was what a good girl would do, she knew, whether she could try what was in them or not. And, as she made her way to the living room, it was hard to deny that, no matter how mature she might think she was, it was nothing compared to the people in there.
They were all so big, so pretty... They were kissing, and dancing, and wearing very few clothes, in a way that Chey certainly couldn't risk. If she was in a skirt as short as some she saw here, or pants as tight, there would be nowhere to hide her diapers! It was very obvious that none of her aunts or uncles were in them, which made her more determined than ever to keep them from knowing she was.
Instinctively, she reached down, attempting to adjust her pajamas, only to remember that both hands were full. She squeaked, blushed, as one of the cups bumped into her, spilling on both her pajama shorts and the carpet, to her chagrin. "Oh, no!" she sniffed.
"Aww," one of the big girls walked over to her, kneeling down. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
"I-I was delivering these," Chey started to explain, showing off the red cups, which the big girl thankfully took from her, taking a sip from one, and handing the other off to another girl who was standing by, watching the exchange intently. "A-And I..."
"Did you have a little accident?" the other girl asked, giggling as she drank, too.
"N-No!" Chey shook her head. "I-I don't do that anymore!" It was a fib, and those were bad, but they were so cool! She couldn't let them know the truth!
The first girl beckoned Chey to waddle a step or two closer, told her conspiratorially, "Now that your pants are wet, that's what it looks like."
"I-It does?!" Chey's eyes widened, looking down at herself. Her shorts didn't seem like they'd gotten that much on them, not as much as the floor, but what did she know, especially compared to this girl?
"Oh, definitely," the other girl piped up. "You should probably take those off before your Mommy sees."
Chey froze, cheeks burning. "T-Take them off?"
"Yeah," the first girl agreed with a grin. "It's okay, Chey... We're all friends here. We're practically family! We're your aunts and uncles, remember? We won't care if you have to go without your shorts... I'm sure everyone will think you just got hot in here. It is pretty warm, isn't it, with all these people?"
"I-I guess so," Chey mused. "B-But..."
She pondered it for a moment or two. That drink did smell, and now her shorts would smell like that, and might make Mommy think she'd disobeyed her and tried some... And she didn't want anyone to think she'd peed her pants. But if she took her PJ bottoms off...
"Chey," the girl spoke up, reaching out with her free hand to lift the girl's chin up, and force her to look her in the eye. "I'm telling you... Take your shorts off." The other girl behind her giggled again.
Chey squirmed, but in a way, she was almost grateful. Mommy had told her she was supposed to do whatever the party guests said, and now that it was an order, not a suggestion... Well, she didn't want Mommy to think she'd been disobedient. She grabbed the waistband of her shorts and shimmied them down over her diaper, much to the delight of the two girls.
Holding the shorts in one hand, tugging at her pajama top with the other, Chey blushed, looking around anxiously, seeing the other big kids spotting her, pointing her puffy posterior out to one another. She whimpered, petrified, yet again at a loss for what to do. Her room, and her other PJs, seemed so far away, through so many of them...
"Why are you wearing a diaper if you don't have accidents anymore?" the standing girl teased, taking another sip.
"Don't be mean," her friend ordered, straightening back up, satisfied with herself. "She was ready for bed, obviously... She can't help what she does in her sleep, now can you, Chey? Nobody could blame a little cutie like you for wetting the bed."
"Mommy told me lots of girls my age do it!" Chey nodded, her cheeks darkening as she heard more laughter. What was so funny about that? It was true!
"I'm sure they do," the first girl smirked. "And I bet it's getting close to your bedtime... But don't you think you'd better clean up this mess you made first? That's the responsible thing to do, isn't it?"
"Uh-huh," Chey admitted. "And I'm..." It was a long word, admittedly, and her mind was going blank. "Ponible?"
"You sure are," the girl patted her on the head. "You stay right here, and I'll get you what you need, okay?"
"Okay! Thank you!" Chey was so happy that she was getting some help! She knew she should be able to trust everyone here, but it was scary, when they were so much bigger and older than her...
She didn't think about that would mean, however, being stuck standing in the middle of the party, clinging to her damp shorts, diaper exposed. More than once, she felt someone give her bottom a pat as they passed by, tittering away at the crinkling sound it made, and the squeak of surprise she let out.
And then, something even worse happened. "I'm really not feeling this," she heard someone comment.
"Then get something else to drink," someone else replied.
"But what am I going to do with...? Oh, I know."
Chey gasped as she felt fingers close around the rear waistband of her diaper, tugging it outwards, before something was poured into it, the padding swelling with liquid while she stood there, aghast, looking behind herself to see a pair of guys, amused with themselves as one finished emptying his unsatisfactory drink into her pants.
"Thanks, Chey," the one who had done it snickered. "You're a big help."
She did like to hear, that, except... "M-My diaper!" she pouted, staring down at it, seeing it sag, clearly wet now. "I-It looks like..!"
"Accidents happen," he chortled. "I'm sure you can find someone to change you if you ask around."
Mommy might call these people her aunts and uncles, but she didn't know them that well! She didn't want these strangers to change her! She whimpered, even more desperate to hide her diaper now, and even less capable of it, now that it was drooping lower beneath her pajama shirt, while she stood awkwardly over the wet spot on the carpet.
"Here she is!" the girl who had 'helped' her declared, proudly gesturing to Chey. "Like I said, I changed her so it wouldn't get any worse, but... Oh, look at that. I guess she had another accident!"
"N-No!" Chey shook her head, stomach churning as she saw Mommy standing there, arms crossed. "M-Mommy, I didn't have an accident! I-I spilled the drink, and it got on me, a-and she..." She pointed to the girl, who she'd thought was her friend.
"I helped you out," the girl lied. "Remember? You took me to your room so you could get a fresh diaper, and then when I told you that you ought to come clean up your mess, you threw a fit, and..."
"No, I didn't!" Chey stomped her foot.
"Then why are you standing there in a wet diaper, holding your wet PJs, over a wet spot on my floor?" Mommy demanded. "And why would a grown-up lie about something like that?"
"I-I don't know!" Chey shook her head. "B-But...!"
"No buts," Mommy told her. "Except yours, over my lap, young lady."
"No!" Chey stomped her foot again. "No, it's not fair! I didn't do anything! She told me to take my pants off, and I did, and I was a good girl, and...!" It was all so unfair, and there was so little she could do about it, standing there, surrounded by big kids, just a helpless baby compared to them. The only thing that came to mind, the only thing she could do, was to plop down in the middle of the living room and throw a tantrum, hands and feet thumping on the floor, whining and crying at the injustice of it all.
Right in the middle of it, after she'd attracted the attention of everyone there, ensuring they were all watching, she heard Kendra's snap and came to, blinking and rubbing her eyes, blushing, as she stared up at her daughter, mortified.
"Are you quite finished?" Kendra asked, hands on her hips, although she looked more eager than upset. "Because I'd say you've more than earned that spanking by now, young lady... Wouldn't you agree?"