Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 13
Chapter 13

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

"Oh, God," Alicia whimpered as she stood there, dumbstruck. She couldn’t believe what had just happened, except that, of course, she could still feel the evidence of it under her, weighing heavily in her panties. The thought of it made her feel sick, though, keeping her from realizing right away that her stomach, otherwise, felt much better, even if the rest of her didn’t.

What was she going to do? She couldn’t just pretend it hadn’t happened... Nor could she just take off her panties and clean herself up, because she was sure that, as soon as Diane got back, she’d be marched right into the bathroom and checked, and a lack of underwear was sure to draw attention. She sniffled, feeling helpless and humiliated, nothing more than a toddler who had begged to be allowed to wear big girl panties, swearing she was ready for them, only to find that she wasn’t.

She couldn’t even imagine what Dr. Jadin would say - and she knew Diane wouldn’t pass up the chance to tell her. She just knew the woman would stare down at her, shaking her head, disappointed. Alicia stared at the office door, remembering the chart inside, knowing one of her smiley faces for that day was about to get a big, fat, frown stuck over it.

But she had two smiles for each day, she realized, not just one. And that second smile represented another chance, a clean pair of underwear. While Diane had three of those pairs in her purse, supposedly to be taken to Alicia’s underwear drawer, though she doubted she’d ever see them, the one for that day should still be in Dr. Jadin’s desk. She was sure Diane would notice the change, but at least this way she wouldn’t know the extent of the accident that had caused it.

Feeling rather clever, Alicia started to walk towards Dr. Jadin’s office, her gait growing slower and more bow-legged as she went, feeling the mess in her pants moving, too, squishing and squelching disgustingly between her legs. She slipped into the office, closing the door behind her, standing there for a moment, catching her breath and restoring her courage. She wrinkled her nose as the smell hit her, only making her feel more gross, then she made herself start walking again, taking the long trip across the room, to the desk.

As careful as she tried to be, she still couldn’t keep herself from tripping a few times, nearly bowling herself over onto her face. She couldn’t help but wonder if this could be from the stress, too, though she knew that the last time she’d been this klutzy was when she’d hit puberty and shot up several inches, most of that in her legs. She’d never taken dance classes, but she’d always been told that she had the body for it, which was good enough for her.

Finally, she made it to the desk, heart pounding in her chest. She wasn’t sure exactly which drawer Dr. Jadin kept the underwear in, but she knew it was on the right side, so she started with the largest drawer there. It wouldn’t budge. That was a possibility she’d never even considered, and one that looked all the more likely as she moved on to the smaller drawers, pulling at them, to no avail. Locked.

Alicia let out a groan of anger, mostly at herself. She should have known it wouldn’t be this easy. She sighed, turning to start to leave, only to spot a plastic bag sitting behind the desk. Curious, she bent down, pulling the side of the bag down to see what Dr. Jadin had bought, then quickly pulling away as she found out, as if the plastic had shocked her.

They were pull ups. Not actual Pull-Ups, either, so that Alicia could imagine they were meant for some young relative of the doctor’s, but adult diapers designed to be pulled on or off, like real underwear, yet padded so that the wearer would be protected in case of accidents. In the picture on the package they were plain, white, somehow less juvenile looking than the panties she’d been wearing the rest of the week, but only if she ignored their function.

She backed away, shaking her head. This couldn’t be happening... They couldn’t be planning on putting her in glorified training pants... But she had been having an awful lot of accidents, she knew, as evidenced by the chart by the door. Wasn’t this the next logical step? Or it would be, if she was a kid... But she wasn’t! She was an adult!

An adult in a pair of soiled panties. An adult who had been wetting herself at least once a day nearly all week. Much as she didn’t want to admit it, she could exactly deny it, either. After all that, maybe she didn’t deserve real underwear any more...

Before she could feel too much more sorry for herself, she heard a voice on the other side of the door. Frantically, she hurried out from behind the desk, looking around for the best place to be. There wasn’t exactly anywhere to hide. She considered standing right where the door opened, then trying to slip out as Dr. Jadin made her way to her desk, but that seemed like the sort of thing that would only work in the movies.

Still, as she stood off to one side of the room, she couldn’t help but hope that she wouldn’t be noticed as the door swung open. So, of course, a moment later, she heard a surprised, "Oh, hello, dear. What are you doing in here?"

"Me? I was just... Well, I was taking a nap," she lied. "I wasn’t feeling well, so I came in here and turned off the lights and took a quick nap on your floor. I hope you don’t mind..."

"No, of course not," Dr. Jadin nodded. "I can’t imagine that was too comfortable, though." Alicia just shrugged, moving as subtly as she could towards the door, keeping her back facing it, and away from the doctor. "Are you feeling any better?"

"Little bit," Alicia said. "I’m going to get back out to my desk now, lots of stuff to do..." Before Dr. Jadin could say anything, Alicia slipped out, closing the door behind her, letting out a sigh of relief. She was sure she could see Dr. Jadin’s nose twitching, and didn’t want to raise any questions. At least she was out, now... Not that she was any better off. She still had nothing to change into.

However, the part of her plan where she just got changed to avoid letting Diane see how bad the accident was could still stand, she reasoned, staring down at herself. The romper was quite unflattering, and really made her look like she had no hips, she noticed, but it wasn’t a dress or a skirt, so, really, it wasn’t like anyone - or anyone outside of Diane - would know if she was bare underneath. It would still be humiliating, but it might be a little better than the alternative.

But as she started towards the bathroom, she could see the other workers starting to file back to their stations, and realized that, for this to work, she had to get past all of them. She could remember, just a week ago, going out of her way to walk through the whole office, feeling the eyes of all the males on her, seeing the jealousy in the faces of all the women. She’d known she was beautiful, and she loved the attention. Now, it was the last thing she wanted.

She swallowed, wriggling slightly, then, taking a deep breath, began to walk. She didn’t want to go too slow, as she preferred the trip to take as little time as possible, yet she couldn’t risk moving too fast, either, as that would not only be an attention grabber, but might wind up with her tripping on her own feet. She kept her face down, hoping nobody would recognize her, and just kept walking. She could see the bathroom door getting closer and closer, her salvation right at hand...

"Hey, Ali," Frank said as he stepped in front of her with a friendly smile. She nearly ran right into him before she could stop herself. "Look, about the other day, I..."

"I don’t want to talk about it right now," Alicia told him, face burning from the memory of his rejection of her, and the fact that she was standing in front of the man she’d used to have sex with almost every day in poopy pants.

"I realize I was maybe a little too harsh with you. What happened wasn’t your fault, and I’m very sorry about it, and..."

"Frank, please just let me go," Alicia begged, trying to get around him and to the bathroom, just a few steps away now. Never had she felt less turned on in his presence and more like the child he now thought her to be.

"All right," he said, sounding a little hurt. "I guess we probably shouldn’t be around each other, anyway. I just wanted you to know that... Well, like I said, that it wasn’t your fault."

Alicia sighed. "Okay, you told me. Again."

"And I like your hair like that. It really suits you. Makes you look much more your age than..."

Alicia shoved past him, frustrated, not wanting to know just what age he thought that was. Unfortunately, he didn’t move aside as easily as she’d expected, but she was moving too fast to stop herself, and she tripped on his leg. She let out a gasp as she fell, landing on her hands and knees, bottom sticking straight up.

"There you are!" she heard from behind her, heart sinking at the sound of Diane’s voice. "I’ve been looking all over for... Pee-yew! Ali, you didn’t!"

Alicia wished she could fall right through the floor. Her cheeks were beet red as Diane pulled her back to her feet, and she couldn’t even look at Frank, sure that he knew now, too, not able to take the look of disgust that was surely plastered on his face. Her bottom lip trembled as she stared at the floor, watching Diane’s feet move closer to Frank’s, seeing her heels raise up slightly as she went in for a kiss, then, several seconds later, hearing the two pull apart. "I’d better go take care of her," Diane told Frank. "You wouldn’t think someone her age would be this much trouble!"

"Well, don’t... Don’t be too hard on her..." Frank said. "Bye, Ali..." He was doing his best to disguise it, but Alicia could tell he was shocked, appalled. If Alicia had ever had a shot after Diane lied to him about her age, it was gone now.

Diane grabbed her wrist, pulling her back, away from the bathroom again. "You naughty, naughty, disgusting little girl... I leave you alone for one hour, and this is what I get? I knew I couldn’t trust you... Just you wait. I’ve got a big surprise for you..."

But, of course, Alicia wasn’t surprised when Diane pushed her into the office, walking her up to Dr. Jadin’s desk. "Tell her what you did," she demanded. Alicia couldn’t - she seemed to have forgotten how to say anything, how to make her mouth work, so Diane did it for her. "Well, I’m sure you smell it by now," she said snidely, "but..." Alicia let out as gasp as Diane pushed the shoulder straps of her romper down over her arms, then yanked the whole garment down around her ankles, leaving her in just her bra, her tights, and her loaded panties.

"Diane, there’s no need to be cruel about it," Dr. Jadin reprimanded her. "I’m sure she feels bad enough as it is." Alicia looked up in surprise, shocked to hear someone, anyone, come to her aid. "Which is not to say that it’s all right," the doctor amended. "I’ve tolerated your other accidents because they’ve been relatively small, but you should know that I can’t just let this go unpunished. This is completely unsanitary. If you had these kinds of problems, you should have been wearing protection long ago."

"But I don’t," Alicia protested. "I never have these kinds of problems... I’m just sick..."

"That may be," Dr. Jadin said. "But I’m sure you understand that, even so, I can’t just take your word for it."

Alicia sighed, eyes darting back, behind the desk. "Yes, ma’am."

"Now, Ms. Diane, quite wisely, it appears, suggested yesterday that I pick these up for you," Dr. Jadin said, picking up the bag and setting it on her desk. "I was a little skeptical, but clearly she knew better. I expect you to wear these without complaint, do you understand? If I hear you caused trouble over them..."

"I won’t," Alicia sniffled softly. What good would it do, anyway?

"Good girl," Dr. Jadin said, tearing open the package and taking out one pair of the pull ups, handing them to Diane. "And perhaps you should see if Ms. Diane can take you bra shopping, dear, if you don’t know how to find the correct size."

Alicia’s face flushed red as stared down at herself. Sure, her bra had been a bit loose that day - actually, quite loose, even after she’d tightened it - but the implication that she didn’t know how to buy any sort of underthings for herself stung. And it wasn’t her fault! She could tell she’d been losing weight, probably from stress, and whatever illness she had. She hadn’t thought it was that bad, but she couldn’t deny that her body looked scrawnier than she was used to.

Diane put her romper back on her before marching her to the bathroom and taking it back off her. For once, Alicia was glad for how thick and hot the tights were, as they seemed to have kept her accident from leaving its mark on the romper, even if they were stained brown and ruined, along with, of course, her panties. It made her a little sad to see the latter go, knowing what they were going to be replaced with. She preferred black underwear, but red wasn’t bad, either, and that had been the only pair of that color in her pack - though she supposed there might be some in the package in Dr. Jadin’s desk, if she was ever allowed to see them again.

She cleaned herself up as well as she could in the stall, then reached a hand under the door. "Okay, let me have them," she sighed.

"I don’t think so," Diane said. "You’re not putting these on yourself."

"Come on," Alicia whined. "You still have my romper out there. It’s not like I can get away without them."

"Are you complaining?" Diane asked, with the hint of a threat.

"No..." Alicia sighed and stepped out of the stall.

"Good girl," Diane praised her, picking up the diaper and pulling it open, holding it down near the floor. Reluctantly, Alicia walked over to it, slipping one foot and then the other into the leg holes. Diane pulled it up snugly over Alicia’s crotch - already mostly bare and smooth against the padding, most of her hair having come off as she’d cleaned herself up after her accidents that day and the night before - then giving it a light pat. Alicia fidgeted and squirmed, the feeling of the bulk between her legs unfamiliar.

"Aww, what’s the matter?" Diane teased. "I think it looks adorable." Alicia pouted, rubbing her legs together with a light crinkle, the thickness of the pull up keeping her inner thighs from completely touching one another. It shouldn’t have made that much of a difference, she knew, but somehow it was overwhelming, nearly too much for her to get used to. "Oh, I know..." Diane said, taking something from her pocket and kneeling down. Alicia could hear the squeak of a marker writing, then Diane stood back up with a smile. "Does that make you feel more at home?" she asked.

Alicia looked down, saw the word Friday now scrawled across the front of the diaper, with a small, smiling star drawn underneath. Alicia didn’t reply, but Diane seemed rather pleased with herself as she pulled the romper back onto Alicia, chuckling softly to herself as she gave Alicia another pat on her softly crinkling bottom.

"It’s too bad I haven’t talked her into getting you real diapers yet," she said. "But you just keep doing what you’re doing, and I’m sure she’ll come around real quick. You’re just so much better a proving how much of a child you are than I am. It’s like you want this even more than I do."

"What?!" Alicia looked up at her in shock. "No, I don’t!"

"Whatever you say," Diane shrugged. "But you sure could have fooled me, Little Miss Potty Pants."

Alicia wanted to remind Diane that all her accidents had been just that, accidents, but before she could, she was being led back out into the office and to her desk with another pat on the bottom, then one on the head. Alicia watched her go, dumbfounded, with a weak, repeated, "I don’t..." She knew it couldn’t be so - she loved being an adult, being grown up and sexy and independent - but all those accidents, in such quick succession, after more than a decade of perfect potty training... Even she couldn’t deny that seemed a bit suspicious.