Sugarplum 5

Chapter 1
Friendship?

Chapter Description: Carrie plays her prank of Vern, making him wet the bed. Will it change Vern and Jill's friendship?

Sugarplum 5

Friendship?

The next morning, a brilliantly bright sun cloaked in a small wisp of cloud trickled in through the bedroom window’s horizontal blinds, casting a striped shadow on the faces of the two girls sleeping in the bed covered by a Disney Princess comforter.

After a fem moments, the light filtered though Vern’s closed eyelids was sufficient enough to wake him. His eyes opened and he blinked rapidly to dispel the brightness, and when that didn’t work, he rolled over onto his other side and shoved his face in the pillow, no longer facing the sleeping Jill next to him.

Very soon, Vern’s sleepiness returned, but before he drifted off again into a dark dream, his eyes slowly opened again.

Something didn’t feel right.

He rolled over again onto his previous side, once again placing his face into the sunlight, to feel where the thing that felt strange was exactly. His lower half felt cold and clammy.

Slowly, he pulled back the comforter to look at the rest of his girlish body, and his eyes widened as he looked down upon his body.

His pink pajamas pants and the bottom half of his pajama shirt were soaked in cold fluid, and Vern quickly returned the comforter to cover him again, as if his cold urine would disappear when he revealed it again.

When he pulled back the comforter a second time, his heart sank, as he came to admit that it was true. He had actually wet the bed.

Vern buried his face in his hands and started to sob quietly. He couldn’t believe that his girl’s body was taking over his normal instincts. What a childish thing to do. His eyes peeked through his fingers at the girl sleeping next to him and his sobs became harder and louder. It was bad enough wetting the bed, but to do it with his one and only friend a few feet from him in the same bed...

He didn’t want to think about what Jill would say, but he couldn’t help his mind from wandering into the future. Jill would hate him. She would be disgusted by him. She wouldn’t talk to him ever again. She might even tell people at school, and he would be known as the little baby who wets the bed.

Then Jill stirred.

“Good morning.” she said, rubbing her eyes, and she saw Vern crying and quickly pulling the comforter back over himself as if trying to hide something. “Whatsamatter? You ok?”

“Uh,” Vern said with a sniff, “Yeah everything’s ok”.

“What’s wrong why are you sad?”

“It’s nothing... it’s...” but Vern’s words were drowned by fresh tears. He pulled the comforter back, revealing himself sitting in a pool of cold urine, and he cried harder.

Jill’s face didn’t move. She looked apprehensive. “It’s... it’s ok. Don’t worry.” she said reassuringly.

“No it’s not,” said Vern through sobs, “I wet the bed. I never wet the bed before. I bet you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” Jill said quietly, and it came to Vern as a surprise.

Before Vern could do more than look up at Jill in confusion, Carrie’s voice was heard as the bedroom door opened.

“Morning sleepyheads.” said Carrie with an incredibly wide smile. “Time for break... fast...”

She saw Vern sitting there, looking at Jill, holding the comforter, and sitting in wet pajamas and a puddle of urine. Vern looked at Carrie and his face twisted into more sadness. He was more embarrassed than he could ever remember. “Well, what have we here?” Carrie said in a poor attempt to mask her gleefulness. “Did little Veronica wet the bed? Let’s hope she’s not regressing.” Vern cried harder as he heard the babyish tone in Carrie’s voice and Jill looked sad. “Awwww don’t fret Veronica. Mommy will get you cleaned up. I bought some things for you just in case this kind of thing happened.”

Carrie walked over to Vern and picked him up from under the arms and carried him to the door. She stopped and turned to look at Jill. “Oh, Jill dear, if Veronica got you wet at all, feel free to grab one of her spare pairs of pajamas from the drawer over there. She’ll be right back in a minute.”

“Well well,” said Carrie with a smile, “You just can’t stop yourself from being a little baby girl can you Veronica?” and she laughed wickedly as she laid Vern down on the floor and pulled off his pajama bottoms. “The transformation is happening quicker then I expected it would.”

Vern’s sobs were subsiding as he said, “You did this. You made this happen.”

“Of course not,” Carrie lied, “This is all you, honey. You did this yourself.” and Vern?s tears kicked up again.

“No,” he said as well as he could, “It was y-you. You made me w-wet the b-bed.” Carrie ignored him, and pulled off his panties, making him shiver with cold nakedness. She waved her hand in midair, and baby powder, baby wiped, and a package of girly training pants appeared next to Vern. His tears did not subside and she spread his legs apart, wiped him clean with a baby wipe, and sprinkled baby powder on his hairless, girlish crotch.

Carrie opened the package of training diapers and held one in front of Vern’s crying face. “Look, Veronica, they have little flowers and butterflies on them. Perfect for a little girl like yourself.” And she relished in Vern’s misery as she slid the training diapers up Vern’s legs and lifted him back onto his feet. Vern was beyond retorting. The shock of the situation had diminished all of his will to do anything but cry. “Now scuttle your little girly diapered butt off to your room.” Vern left the bedroom, too terrified to do anything else. He didn’t want Jill to see him in training panties, covered in flower and butterfly designs, like a baby. But he had no choice. He had to get clothes on.

He entered his room without a word, but his cries and sobs alerted Jill’s attention and she turned to see Vern standing by his dresser, his waist, crotch, and behind encased in very girlish, very absorbent training diapers.

“Oh, your mommy put you in trainer diapers.” Jill said, looking embarrassed. Vern remained sobbing by his dresser and he looked at Jill. “Don’t be sad.” she said, but it didn’t do anything to help. After a few seconds, Jill smiled and said, “I’ll be right back. Wait here.” and she ran from the room.

She skidded down the hall and knocked on Carrie’s closed bedroom door, which opened to reveal and smiling Carrie. She was expecting Vern to come in and be mad, so her face changed expression when she saw little red-headed Jill looking up at her. “Yes Jill?”

“Um... Miss Valentine?” Jill said meekly. “Um... do you have any more of those um... training panties?”

Carrie looked taken aback and seemed to be at a loss for words. “Um. Yes I do. Why?”

“Um... is it OK if I um... have one?” asked Jill.

Carrie was confused. “Yes... sure Jill, of course.” and she went into the room and got another training panty out of the package and handed it to Jill. Then her excitement leapt up slightly. “Did Veronica already wet this one too?”

“No.” said Jill, and she turned and walked back to Vern’s room, leaving Carrie standing in her bedroom doorway in a whirl of confusion.

Back in Vern’s room, Jill found Vern still sobbing as she was pulling on a pair of clean pajama bottoms. “Wait!” said Jill, stopping Vern in his tracks.

Jill quickly pulled off her own pajama bottoms and, completely disregarding her own privacy, took off her pink panties. She slipped the training diaper up her own legs until it was in place. “There,” she sad with a smile, “now we match!”

A few moments of silence passed, before Jill spoke again. Vern?s tears were gone, and even his sobs had died down completely. Jill looked at Vern and said, “I don’t care that you need diapers. You stood up for me. I don’t hate you. I’ll wear diapers with you so you don’t be embarrassed.”

Vern looked at Jill and smiled. Then the two girls walked to each other and hugged tightly. “Thanks Jill,” whispered Vern into Jill’s ear as they hugged.

“You’re welcome Veronica,” replied Jill.

They hugged for what seemed like a long time. Then Vern said, “They do kinda feel comfy, don’t they?”

Jill laughed. “Yeah they kinda do.” Then Jill broke the hug apart and giggled, “Hey, maybe we can make another club!”

Vern laughed and wiped dry tears from his eyes. “OK,” he said.

“We already have pigtails,” said Jill evaluating the offer, “How ?bout the Diaper Dolls?”

Vern laughed and sniffed, “Sounds good to me.” And they didn’t bother putting on any pajama bottoms to hide their training diapers.

Vern and Jill ate breakfast, sitting at the kitchen table in their training diapers, making Carrie more and more confused by the minute. She was wondering how she could have failed to make Jill disgusted with Vern. But Vern was thinking calmly throughout breakfast and through the rest of the day.

That morning was proof enough. Jill was a true friend.

And Vern didn’t see that ever going away.

To Be Continued

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(these stories are inspired by the short story Sugarplaum written by filthymind at the ARArchive)