She wont change – Chapter Three – Getting wet
As she pulled into the driveway, Sara couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had just occurred. It all seemed like a dream, but the bulk between her legs was a constant reality check. She adamantly denied that that freak was actually a witch, although she was still working on an explanation for the indestructible diaper. She had a bit of difficulty getting out of her car, but got her bearings and waddled to the front door. She didn’t see how it was possible that nobody would be able to see the obvious bulge on her skin-tight yoga pants, so she slowly opened the front door and peered around before entering. She closed the door just as slowly behind her, and began tiptoeing to the stairs. But just as she was about to reach the first step, she heard her mom’s voice:
“Honey, is that you?”
Damn, Sara thought, that woman could hear a pin drop on a carpet. “Yeah, just going upstairs Mom.”
“Well, come and eat first, your dinner is getting cold.”
“Um…” Sara muttered. “I’m not really hungry right now.”
“Really? Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah, I just need to go lay down for a bit.”
“Come here sweetie, let me take your temperature.”
“No Mom, just let me go lay down.”
“Sara, if you’re sick I need to know so that the rest of us don’t catch it. Now please come here.”
God, she’s annoying, Sara thought. I just want to lay the fuck down. “GOD, fine,” she moaned. All Sara could do now was hope that that crazy Mrs. Harling really was a witch, but the odds of that in her mind were a million to zero.
As she stepped into the kitchen, her mom looked her over while she stood helpless. Go on, ask me what the hell I’m wearing. Ask me why the hell I’m wearing it. “You don’t look very sick to me” was all her mother said. It took Sara a good minute to absorb the fact that her mother really couldn’t see what she was wearing underneath her pants. She sat down as her mom stuck a thermometer in her mouth, and she was slowly coming to the realization that Mrs. Harling had been telling the truth. But if she was right about everything so far, that could only mean that Sara really WAS stuck in the diaper until the spell broke. She was starting to wish that her mother could see the diaper, but her teenage pride held her back from spilling the whole story.
“Well, your temperature’s normal,” her mom said. “I guess you don’t have to eat if you don’t want to, but let me know if you start feeling worse, okay?”
“Okay, sure thing,” she said. “I just need something to drink is all.” She grabbed a bottle of water and headed towards her room. But after ascending the steps, a light voice twittered toward her ear.
“Hey Sara, how was babysitting?” God, her little sister was such a little goody-two-shoes. Bethany had been a pain in Sara’s backside ever since she was conceived. Before then, Sara was the only child and basked in the never-ending attention she received from her parents. Then suddenly, “Surprise! You have a baby sister!” And the glory days were over as quickly as they had begun. Her sister outshined her in everything: grades, athletics, manners, hell even her boobs came in before Sara’s did! And perhaps the worst part of it all, the very thing she hated most about her sister, was that there was nothing to hate. Not a single negative fiber was in the girl’s body, as she seemed to love everyone and everything. And it tore Sara apart.
“Fine, please leave me alone,” Sara said in response. She continued to her room and slammed the door shut. She really was thirsty, and gulped down the water quickly. Afterwards, she took off her pants and inspected her diaper, poking and squeezing it, still in partial disbelief. She hoped that she really was dreaming, and would wake up on the couch back at Mrs. Harling’s place. But it was too real to be a dream.
With the clocks approaching 10:00 PM, Sara was quite tired. But along with her exhaustion, she began feeling a familiar urge: she had to pee. She slipped some pajama bottoms on and walked quickly toward the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she made one last, desperate attempt to pull the bulky diaper from her body. But just as before, not a single tear or opening could be made in the material. With the toilet in sight, her need grew desperate, and she resigned to her fate. She sat on the toilet and released, feeling instant relief as the warm liquid ejected into the waiting diaper. She heard a muffled “hisssss” as the urine hit the padding, and she began feeling the warmth of her own juices spread across her crotch. She couldn’t help but place a hand on the front, making the diaper squish slightly as she did so. When she was finished, the diaper had gained a bit of weight and bulk, but not too noticeably so. Still, she was having trouble coming to terms with what had just occurred. I can’t believe I just pissed myself like a fucking two-year-old, she thought. She pulled her pj bottoms back over the now-used diaper, and avoided looking at herself in the mirror as she passed. She lay awake for a long time in her bed, trying to forget the events of the day and the dampness between her legs. Eventually, she fell into a half-awake, half-asleep state as she waited eagerly for morning, hoping it would bring an end to her nightmare. Unfortunately for her, this was far from the case.
The End of She wont change – Chapter Three.
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