She won´t change – Chapter Eleven – Shopping for love
The remainder of the school week crawled slowly by as Sara began once again to adjust to the feeling of a constantly-filling diaper. The singular difference was that this time around, she hardly noticed when she was going. The only indications that she was urinating were the sudden warmth and the added weight, and most of her pooping occurred without any effort on her part. John could only watch as the diaper grew by the day, as neither he nor Sara was willing to run the risk of being caught in the act of changing at school. John racked his brain for days but came up with nothing; the predicament was air-tight.
At home, Sara attempted to bond with her sister, mainly because it was the only thing that could take her mind off the growing sack of shit around her waste. They watched a lot of TV together, and found out they liked some of the same shows. Bethany showed Sara a collection of her artwork, most of it involving horses. Sara helped Bethany learn how to apply various kinds of makeup, and told her which kinds to use and when. Sara still found her a pretty annoying, but got used to it as time went on.
The diaper grew steadily as it did before, reaching farther and farther down her thighs and a couple inches forward and back as the week progressed. The familiar tingling had started anew as she felt the oncoming of diaper rash crawl over her skin, which was still slightly scabbed from her last rash. Her walking became more deliberate as the diaper ballooned outward. At least when summer comes I won’t have to walk much, she thought.
Over the weekend, Sara’s mother asked her to run to the grocery store with her, since she wouldn’t be going anywhere anyway. Sara realized that this could be her opportunity to get John to change her. All she had to do was convince her mom to let her go by herself.
Sara put on the most innocent face possible and said, “You know Mom, you look awfully tired. I could just go by myself, if you want.”
Her mom considered this for a moment. “Well, I am pretty tired… But you’re being punished, and I can’t allow you to drive the car by yourself.”
Sara now felt desperation, but remained calm. “It’s just the groceries, Mom. I promise I won’t go anywhere else.”
Just then, Sara’s dad came out of his room, speaking on the phone. “Well, I guess just tell them to file it away for now, I’ll swing by the office tomorrow… Yeah… Alright, see ya.” He pushed a button and hung up, then saw the conversation taking place in the living room. “What’re you guys talking about?”
“Well,” Sara’s mom said, “Sara offered to pick up the groceries for me so that I won’t have to.”
His response was immediate and firm: “Nope. Not happening. I can’t give you that level of trust yet, Sara. Just go with her and help her.”
Sara’s hopes were once again shot down. She grudgingly put on her shoes and followed her mother out to the car, her diaper squishing and sloshing between her with ever step. She sat down in the passenger seat of her mom’s car and felt the diaper reach forward as the mess squelched and popped underneath her.
“Well,” her mother said, starting the car. “How was your last full week of high school?”
“Fine, Mom.” Sara’s arms were crossed and she looked out the window.
“Have you been thinking about what you’re going to study in college?” She pulled the car out of the driveway and started driving
“No.”
“Well, you should probably start figuring that out. College is coming up fast and you should at least have an idea of what you want to do.”
“I’ll just major in finance or something and see where it goes from there.”
“Well, that’s fine, but I just don’t see a lot of passion in that.”
“Why does there have to be passion? I go to college, get out, and make money. That’s how it works.”
Her mom could tell by Sara’s tone that she was annoyed. “I’m only saying that for your sake, sweetie. Your father thought the same thing growing up and now he wishes he’d just tried something different. There’s an old saying, Sara: If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life.”
Sara remained uninterested. “That’s great Mom, thanks for the life lesson.”
Now her mother took on an irritated tone. “Sara, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any drive or passion out of you to do anything. What DO you like to do?”
“I don’t know. If I had it my way, I’d get a rich husband and be a stay-at-home mom like you. That’s one way to never work a day in your life.” This last bit was dripping with sarcasm.
Her mom was now clearly frustrated. “Oh, so you think being a stay-at-home mom is easy? Do you have any idea what it’s like to wake up several times in the middle of the night to a screaming baby? Or to get puked, pooped and peed on on a regular basis? To clean up the countless messes a child makes in a single day? To keep a child entertained? To get a child to go to sleep at night and wake up in the morning? To keep a child from getting himself hurt or killed? Well let me tell you something, Sara: Your dad has an 8 hour job for 5 days a week. Mine is 24/7. You may think I have the easy part, but all your dad has to do is pay for you and your sister to eat.”
The rest of the car ride passed in silence as Sara turned this over in her mind. Just looking back on her babysitting experiences, she had to admit that her mom had a point: those kids could be tough at times. She was just happy to go home after 4 or 5 hours of watching the little demons and making sure they didn’t kill themselves. Still, it didn’t seem as bad as sitting at a desk all day taking phone calls from uptight customers.
They pulled into a parking place and Sara stepped out of the car, letting the diaper droop down once more. She still couldn’t believe that she had to suffer through another 23 days of this disgusting torture. Of course her mom had to park in the back of the parking lot, forcing her to lug the 20 pounds of waste the full 100 yards to the front door. She was fairly tired already, but knew she had a lot more walking to do before she could finally sit again. Her mother usually took a good 2 hours to shop at the store.
Sara waddled beside her mom, who was rolling the grocery cart, and put things in it periodically when instructed. They walked up each aisle and back through the next, her mom inspecting each item in the shelves as though looking for some kind of fatal error on the packaging. About an hour into their shopping, Sara’s legs were beginning to burn from bearing the weight of her padding. She asked, “Hey mom, can we go soon?”
Her mom didn’t look away from the shelves as she replied, “In a little bit, honey.”
Sara groaned. In mom speak, “a little bit” could mean any time between 5 minutes and 2 days.
Her mom, hearing her frustration, made her an offer. “Do you want something from here, Sara?”
“No, I’m fine, I just wanna leave.”
“Why are you so eager? It’s not like you can go anywhere anyways.”
“Mom, I’m just tired. Can we please hurry this up?”
“Sara, what is your hurry to get out of here? I’m enjoying the time we’re spending together.”
“Well, I’m not. I just wanna go home and sleep.”
Her mother was visibly saddened by this news and quickened her pace. The two were out of the store in the next 15 minutes, and after another long trek across the parking lot, Sara could finally sit back in her mess and rest her legs. When her mom finished loading the groceries into the car, she sat next to Sara and started for home.
About halfway back she asked Sara, “Why don’t you like spending time with me anymore? You used to love coming to the store with me.”
Sara looked back defiantly. “Because Mom, I’m an adult now.”
“Well, what does that change?”
“It means I don’t need you babying me anymore. I could’ve gone to the store myself.”
“Sara, just because you’re grown up doesn’t mean we can’t spend time together. I still go to Grandma’s house just to talk to her, and I’m more than twice your age.”
“Mom, I have friends now. I have a life outside the house.”
“Well, you also have a life inside the house that you’re failing miserably at. You got yourself grounded for a month because you lied to me and your father, and couldn’t even call us to tell us where you were. Just because you have friends doesn’t change the fact that you still have a family.”
Sara remained firm in her stance, although just a twinge of guilt ate at her the rest of the way home. Upon pulling into the driveway, hey both stood up out of the car, and Sara’s mother walked over to her daughter.
“Sara, I love you. You father and sister both love you. But sometimes, I get the feeling you don’t love us. Why not, Sara?”
“Mom, that’s ridiculous. Of course I love you guys. You just…” She looked away from her mother’s eyes. “…get annoying sometimes, is all.”
“Well of course we do. Everyone does. But that’s no excuse for the way you’ve been treating us. How do you think I feel, that my own daughter, the one I raised from birth, seems to detest me? It hurts, Sara. It really hurts.” Her voice shook a little.
Sara now felt like a total jerk. “Geez, Mom… I didn’t know… Of course I love you guys.”
“Then show me, Sara. Start treating us with some level of respect. Tell us where you’re going and how long you’ll be gone. Talk to us when we want to talk. At least pretend to be interested in what’s going on with us.”
“…Okay, Mom.”
The two pulled each other into a hug, then started taking groceries out of the car and into the house. It was still the middle of the day when they finished, but Sara felt like she had just completed a full-blown workout with the weight she had been carrying, which had increased another half pound in the hour and 30 minutes they had been gone. So she went promptly to her room, lay down on her bed, and took a long, squishy, and slightly itchy nap.
The End of She wont change – Chapter Eleven.
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