princesspottypants
Ditching Her Responsibilites
Published: December 23rd 2022, 1:00:03 pm
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"Why do I hafta do it?" Becky whined from her position, sprawled out on the couch. "I got home like ten minutes ago! Lee hasn't done anything!"
"Don't be silly," her mother called from the other room.
She didn't elaborate, didn't need to; Becky knew that she was being ridiculous, although that didn't make her desire any less real. She glared over at Lee, blissfully unaware as she sat on the floor and stared up at the cartoons playing on TV, rolled off the sofa with an exaggerated sigh. "Don't grow up, kid," she grumbled, ruffling her little sister's hair. "Trust me."
The funny thing was, she remembered exactly how desperate she'd been to do exactly that, perhaps not at Lee's age, but not much older, looking at her babysitters, and the older kids in the neighborhood, and feeling so very jealous at how late they got to stay up, how they were free to do whatever they wanted... Now, she knew what a lie all of that was.
"Don't argue with your mother," her father told her as she stepped into the kitchen to grab a pile of plates from the cabinet.
Becky pouted. "I wasn't!" she insisted. "It's just, I've been driving all day, and..."
"Your college isn't that far away," her dad chuckled. "Speaking of, have you gotten your grades yet?"
Becky suddenly became very interested in picking out the perfect four plates for supper, shuffling intently through them. "N-No," she lied, hoping it wasn't as obvious to him as it felt to her, with her heart thumping wildly in her chest. "W-Weird, huh?" she cut off what she was positive he was going to say. "They've usually sent them out by now, b-but the network was being slow when I left, so maybe they're having issues, and that's why..."
She shut herself up before she rambled on too much. She had no idea what she was talking about, and didn't want to say anything that would make it clear she was making it up as she went along. She did, in fact, have her grades, and, while she wouldn't say they were bad, they also weren't what her parents wanted.
"We're paying a lot of money for you to be there," her mother had told her the last time she'd gotten a B. "We expect you to work your hardest while you're there."
But she didn't want to do that! She never had! It had been their idea for her to go to that school, and to not take a gap year in between, the way she'd wanted. She was burned out, and all she really wanted to do was lounge around all day and watch cartoons, the way her baby sister had been from the moment Becky had gotten home. They'd never ask for that much from Lee... It didn't even bother them that when Lee's potty training had stalled out, and she hadn't made progress for what seemed like months, judging by her mom's e-mails, before finally making it to panties mere weeks ago.
Becky was the big sister, though, she was supposed to be setting the example... Honestly, what she wanted to do was follow Lee's example, however. She had it all figured out...
And... Why not, right? It was true, they wouldn't be mad at Lee for not getting all A's... They, rightfully, would accept that Lee was nowhere near mature enough for college at all. If Lee could do it, then so could she...
It wasn't hard to stack the plates in a way that left the bottom one off-center, easy for her to isolate, to drop without letting go of all of them. It didn't take much acting to jump as it hit the tile floor and shattered. "Becky!" her father reprimanded.
"I'm sorry!" she blinked up at him innocently. "It slipped! I told you, I'm tired..."
Her dad sighed, setting down his kitchen knife to take the plates from her. "Fine," he said. "I'll take care of this... Go get cleaned up for supper. And watch your step."
She grinned, surprised at how well it had worked. "Yes, Daddy!" she told him, carefully picking her way through the pieces of broken ceramic, knowing that this was just the beginning.
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The next step was, perhaps, the hardest, or at least the one that was the most difficult to overcome her mental block on. She experimented a little first to get used to it, leaving her panties on when she went to the bathroom, letting them get a bit wet before pulling them down, but that was completely different.
She had hoped it might be enough anyway, that if she left them at the top of her pile of laundry, her parents would see them and start to question what was going on... She was expected to wash her own clothes now, however, so they didn't pay much attention at all, probably wouldn't for a while, until it became obvious that she was choosing to not do so anymore, to simply let her dirty things pile up for someone else to handle for her.
So she was going to have to do something else if she didn't want to wait that long. She liked the idea of it - it fit what she was going for quite well - yet, in practice, it was tricky to convince herself to do it. When she was home, her parents always wanted her to get up early for some reason, always came in wake her if she didn't, so she wanted to be sure they had a surprise waiting for them when they did... That meant she would have to deal with it until that point, and, because it would defeat the whole purpose to set an alarm, to get up in the middle of the night, before they woke, she'd have to be like that all night long...
It would, she was confident, do the job, though, or put her on the right track for it, so, after a lot of tossing and turning, and closing her eyes and pretending she was sitting on the toilet, she did it, her bladder letting go, soaking through her pajamas, her sheets, wetting her bed quite thoroughly. And her mother was definitely shocked when she came in the next morning.
"Becky!" she exclaimed. "What's going on?"
"Oh, that?" Becky yawned nonchalantly. "It happens sometimes."
"Did you talk to the school nurse about it?" her mom demanded. Becky shrugged, left it at that. "Well, I'm sure you know how to handle it, anyway."
Seriously?! Becky glowered after her mother's retreating form, realizing she would have to kick it up a notch. She waited until she knew her mom was nearby and peed herself again, this time not bothering with the toilet at all, or taking down her pants first... She wanted there to be a stain, for it to be clear what she'd done so that when she stepped out of her room, 'accidentally' crossing paths with her mother, there would be no question what had happened, although that didn't stop one from being asked.
"Really, Becky?" her mother's eyebrow raised, peering down at her crotch. "I'm starting to think there might be something wrong."
"I just didn't make it to the bathroom on time," Becky told her. "It's not a big deal!"
"Yes, it is! You're in college, Becky!" her mom reminded her. "If this keeps up, I might have to get you some Goodnites!"
"Oh, no," Becky pretended to be upset, that she wasn't getting exactly what she wanted. "Not that! I'll do my best, I promise!"
But a couple more 'accidents', and one more wet bed the next morning, and her mother came home the next day with a bag of Goodnites, and strict orders that she wear only those from then on until she could get her problem under control... Not that Becky was going to argue about it.
The Goodnites really did do wonders for helping her feel like a little kid again, having that faint bit of padding constantly around her, reminding her that there was no point in getting up from whatever she was doing to use the bathroom. She was more than happy to run around with them showing, too, to make sure her parents didn't forget, either, and that they'd be able to tell when she'd used them.
And somehow, they still didn't seem to be taking the bait. They'd nag her about putting some pants on, or remind her to go change, but they kept bugging her, asking her if she'd gotten her grades yet, talking about her return to college...
How much more of a hint could she give them?! She wasn't cut out for college! She was wearing Goodnites, for goodness' sake! She couldn't think of much that was more childish than that, so, instead, she was going to have to overwhelm them with other, smaller things, looking to her little sister for inspiration.
Sucking her thumb was easy enough, and honestly kind of nice. Her dad did scold her for it once, with a, "Stop that! We didn't pay for your braces for you to go back to ruining your teeth like that!" but beyond that, they didn't seem to be bothered.
She kept doing that, adding to it some other things, going back to picking her nose when she felt like it, farting whenever she needed to, stuff that they might chide Lee for if they had company, and otherwise let go under the guise that she was 'just a kid.' That was all Becky wanted to be, too, after all... And she did enjoy the freedom of it, the lack of worrying about what anyone thought.
So why weren't her parents doing anything?! She even stopped changing herself, yelling for her mom to do it for her after she'd wet her Goodnite, giving her a blank look when the woman asked why she couldn't do it on her own, but that wasn't enough either, apparently.
She was, she decided, not being childish enough. There was one more thing she could try, one bridge she hadn't dared to cross... Would she have the guts to do it now, if that was what it took? The very idea of it made her cheeks burn, though she knew it was the logical next step... The logical last step, really, without simply coming out and telling her parents the truth.
She snuck into her sister's room, as she did every now and then, finding the surroundings perfect for getting into the right headspace. It was a huge help that her parents hadn't gotten Lee a big girl bed yet, letting her sleep in her converted crib - she had a feeling 'Santa's' big present to Lee would be a regular bed this year - which Becky suspected would have been big enough for her to use, if she so desired.
It made a good backdrop for admiring herself in the mirror, thinking of herself as barely older than a toddler, so small and young that she couldn't be trusted in a bed without rails on it, even if she knew it wasn't actually hers. She had hoped it would do the same for her mother, too, having tried a couple times to ask for a change while she was in there, shouting from the door and waiting for her mom to find her, assuming that cleaning her up and helping her step into a fresh Goodnite while she had a crib in the background would drive home her immaturity.
But it hadn't... It still, seemingly, wasn't immature enough. She peered at herself in the mirror, in her shirt and Goodnite, sucking on her thumb. Just one push was all she needed... If she could squat down, and push hard enough, that would show her parents that she wasn't suited for college, that they should leave her alone and let her do what she wanted...
And look at her! Dressed this way, standing in the middle of a little kids' room... It should be so easy... She blushed, feeling her knees bend, one hand drifting down to her padding, enthralled. Was she going to do it? Was this it?!
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It wasn't; it never was. As much as she wanted to, as she yearned for the reward she was sure was waiting for her on the other side, the freedom she so thirsted for, that was the one thing she couldn't manage.
That was, until Christmas morning. There was no better time to feel like a kid, and she was ready to embrace it, more than she ever had. She didn't even bother with a shirt as she flounced down to the living room to sit in front of the tree, ignoring the looks from her parents. She ripped into her gifts, not waiting for them to be handed out, not thanking anyone for them, just opening them up, one after the other, like a machine.
It didn't take long for her to find one she hated, one that wouldn't take much acting. A textbook for one of the classes she'd signed up for next semester was certainly not something she wanted to see, and its existence there made her suspect they'd tired of waiting to see if she was going to tell them about her grades and contacted the school themselves. She should, she supposed, be grateful they hadn't yelled at her the way she'd thought they would... That might mean she had proven her point, that their expectations of her were lowered after her behavior during this break...
But that didn't stop her. "I don't want it!" she whined, tossing the book across the room. "It's boring, and stupid! I hate it! I want that!" She grabbed at one of the stuffed animals Lee had gotten, her little sister pouting and pulling it away. "Give it!" Becky thumped her hands on the floor. "You got all the good presents, and all of mine are dumb! It's not fair!"
"Becky, you stop that right now!" her mother demanded. "Your behavior is getting ridiculous, young lady!"
Becky hadn't even gotten started. She melted down into a full-blown tantrum, kicking and screaming... And, finally, in the middle of it, finding the inspiration she'd lacked before, pushing past her inhibitions to, right in front of everyone, fill her pants.
"That's enough!" her father grabbed her by the hand, yanking her up off the floor and dragging her to the corner. "I don't know what has gotten into you lately, but this is unacceptable! You're supposed to be an adult! Go on, Marcia, go get them... You were right."
"Right about what?" Becky asked smugly, sure her victory had been won.
At least, until her mother returned, arms loaded with package after package of diapers. "W-Wait, what are those for?" Becky's thumb nervously popped itself back into her mouth.
"You've been behaving like a baby ever since you came home from school," her mother told her, ripping open one of the packages and pulling out a diaper, starting to unfold it. "So, fine... If that's what you want, then that's what you're going to get! We wanted to give you one more chance, but now, we're going to return all of this other stuff... These are your Christmas presents!"
"B-But those are... diapers..." Becky whimpered. She wanted to be treated like a little girl again, not a baby! Had she gone too far?!
"Yes, they are," her father confirmed. "And you're going to be wearing them full-time from now on."
Becky gulped, wiggling her bottom, feeling the mushy mass in her Goodnites shift. She'd gotten used to peeing her pants, but she hadn't planned on doing this more than once, maybe twice, if she really had to... She definitely didn't want to do this all the time! However, the diapers had tapes, weren't designed to be easily pulled on and off... If they wanted her to wear them all the time, then they must want her to...
"I'm calling Lee's daycare tomorrow," her mother told her. "Since you clearly aren't ready for college, we're going to be enrolling you there, with her. Of course, since you aren't potty trained, you won't be in the same class as her, but I'm sure she and the other big girls will play with you and the babies now and then."
"No, Mommy!" Becky stomped her foot. "I am potty trained! I'm not a baby!"
But it was too late now... Her plan had worked too well, and, in no time, she was changed into a big, bulky diaper, laying under the tree and watching helplessly as her parents took Lee out to the garage to see the bed Santa had left there, listening to them talk about moving the crib into Becky's room... A part of her was happy she'd won; another had a bad feeling that this was only the beginning, that things were somehow going to get even worse, leave her once more wishing she could grow up and be one of the big kids... This time, however, whether she had the opportunity to do that at all - much less how long it would be before she could - was going to be all up to her parents... And after the way she'd been acting, she suspected they weren't going to trust her again for a very long time...