The Road Trip

Chapter 40
The Road Trip, Part 40

Part 40

It was not a pleasant smell.

For the most part, the doubled pull-ups had done a decent job of keeping the scent of my mess at bay. Until now, the feeling of perpetually being stuck in the sagging underwear had been worse than anything else. But with the used underwear fully open thanks to Kate’s handiwork, I winced and crinkled my nose as I was hit by the awful wave. My sister and I had both babysat before, so it’s not like I hadn’t dealt with such an experience before, but it was SO much worse knowing that it was coming from my own underwear. 

“Wow, Annie. Good thing you were wearing your pull-ups, huh?” Kate looked more amused than ever, and was clearly unfazed by the smell permeating the bathroom as I splayed my legs and exposed my dirty everything for my own sister to see. “Can you imagine if I had let you wear your normal underwear for the drive? You should really listen to me more often, little sis. Clearly I know what’s best for you.”

Brat. 

But what could I say? I was beyond embarrassed and exposed in my current state, and so close to being done with this literal and figurative mess. No way would I give Kate the satisfaction of dragging this out even more. “You know what’s best, Kate,” I said. Pushing that same fake smile onto my face, and trying my best to pretend that none of this was bothering me. 

“Mm hmm,” she hummed. Pulling out her phone with a smug little smirk, she said, “Remember, Annie. No complaining, or we’re going to keep you in diapers for two weeks.” And with that, she trained her camera right on me.

I gasped, but also froze. The verbal reaction of ’Kate, don’t!’ was on the tip of my tongue, but the conditions I had agreed to and promised gave me pause when Kate echoed them back to me. No complaining. Would that count? It didn’t matter. My hesitation was enough for her to snap the most damning photos she had taken yet. True, my lack of bra and make-up was a humiliating insight into just how immature I looked without the enhancements my daily morning ritual gave me, and a picture of me in pull-ups was terrible as well. But this was so, SO much worse. This was undeniable proof that I had used my pull-ups, and for more than just wetting. 

There would be no way of talking myself out of this. With the other pictures, I could have claimed a lot of things. The padded underwear was a dare. My top half was . . . photoshopped? No, I’d have to fess up to being flat and freckled if anyone saw me topless without make-up and in those stupid pigtails. But now? Kate had evidence of me on a changing table with, well, what was down there. “Kate, please,” I quietly begged, blushing up a storm, “Delete those.” She had definitely taken more than one, as I had been subjected to each audible click thanks to the way she left her volume on.

Without missing a beat, Kate raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are you complaining, Annie?”

With an extra week of diapers potentially on the line, as well as an even more frustrating changing process, I backed off immediately. “No. Of course not.” 

“Good,” she nodded, “Now, lift that cute little ass of yours up for me, okay?”

“Umm-”

“Right now, Annie.”

I did as I was told. Once again, I was worried about the stability of the changing table as I braced my hands on the sides and shifted my body to raise my backside off the mess. While it still felt wrong to be splayed so inappropriately, paired with a slow upward lift of my pelvis, there actually was some relief when I no longer had to lie in the mess I had been sitting and walking around in for hours. 

“Stay right there,” Kate said. She left me awkwardly suspended above the pull-ups and went back to the counter to put the scissors away and grab the diapers we had gotten earlier. Casually opening the pack, she placed a single pair down next to the sink before looting through the bag of stuff she had bought without me. Her body was blocking my view, so I just had to impatiently hold myself up while I waited. When she finally turned around, she had on disposable gloves and approached me with a handful of wet wipes. “You’re lucky to have an older sister with experience, Annie,” she said. Not wasting any time, she gave one of my lower cheeks a few quick wipes. Pausing for a moment to drop the previous wipe, she then did the same thing on the opposite cheek. Not enough to truly clean me; even though I couldn’t really see what she was doing, it was pretty clear it was more that she was doing a haphazard first pass. “You really are something, sis. Seriously, padding your bras? Wearing heels all the time? Who are you trying to fool?”

The honest to God answer was ‘everyone.’ It wasn’t my fault I was screwed over by puberty. I was just trying to look like the college girl that I actually was. And the heels were the only things that were obvious, at least to other girls. I typically got away with the rest. As for Kate’s questions, I didn’t have anything to say. Mostly because I couldn’t tell if it was rhetorical teasing or actual curiosity. 

Thankfully, she didn’t press the issue. Instead, she slipped the full pull-ups away from where they had just been underneath me while telling me to stay how I was. My arms were threatening to give out, but I obeyed. She carelessly disposed of the used underwear in the nearby trash can; it wasn’t at all the proper way to handle messes like that, but I wasn’t about to complain. At this point, I had earned a little selfishness, and didn’t particularly care that Kate was doing things the lazy way. 

She removed the gloves as well, tossing them away as I slightly wobbled on my arms. Another minute or two and I would have given out, but Kate returned a few seconds later and opened up one of the diapers and placed it beneath me. “Annie, Annie, Annie,” she said. I had already been noticing the constant way she had been addressing me with the childish nickname over the last minute or two, but this just drew more attention to it, “You really are a mess, aren’t you? It’s one thing to look like a tween at your age, but something else entirely to act like one.” She paused, lips pursing in that same victorious smile. “Now, be a good girl. Down.” 

Kate slapped one of my ankles with enough force that my barely existent balance was totally thrown off. It was sudden enough that I didn’t have time to adjust my position. Slipping immediately, and not having the strength in my arms after holding myself up for so long, I roughly landed back down on the changing table. A single diaper wasn’t nearly enough to protect my tailbone from the hard plastic, and I winced in discomfort. “Kate-”

“Hush, Annie. Do you want to wear your diapers for one week, or two?” 

This time, it apparently wasn’t rhetorical. My awkward silence was met with an insistence that I needed to answer. “One . . . ” I chose. And, when she pushed for a full answer, I reluctantly said, “I want to wear my diapers for a week.” I knew exactly what she was doing, but it was the same problem as always. Since I still needed her help and her silence/secrecy, there was an unspoken implication that I was going to continue playing along. 

Now I wasn’t just agreeing to wear diapers for a week. She got me to say that I wanted to, even though we both knew that wasn’t really the case. At least her camera wasn’t out. 

“Because you don’t trust yourself not to have accidents? Or because it actually looks like you have an ass when you’re all diapered up?” Kate said. So casually insulting, and there was nothing I could say in response. “Wait right here. We’ll deal with the rest of your mess in a second. But first, I got you a present.” She stepped away yet again to her stash of purchased items, and returned holding up a blue pacifier. “Do you like it?”

“Umm . . . ” I hesitated. No good answers for that, either. But I knew my sister well enough, and was beginning to tell when she did and didn’t want me to reply. “Yeah,” I said, pushing a small smile onto my face, “It’s, like, super cute.” 

“I know. And it matches your outfit!” she exclaimed, “Now, Annie, do you remember the rules for your pacifier?” 

With that, she stepped forward and pushed it into my mouth.