Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 14
Chapter 14

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

The pull up felt strange beneath her as she sat down, the padding bunching up between her legs, seeming to be doing everything it could to keep her from forgetting just what she was wearing. Somewhat unsurprisingly, Diane stopped showing up to take her to the bathroom, now that she’d put her in diapers. Without the tights to worry about, getting undressed and ready for the toilet was a little easier, but she was still a little freaked out over the idea of what she was wearing, at least until, on the way to the bathroom, she had another little accident. Nothing big, but while it would have left her in damp panties for the rest of the day, the pull up soaked it up easily, leaving only a small warm spot beneath her when she put it back on.

In a way, that was comforting. At least she didn’t have to worry about having a big accident and making a puddle in the middle of the floor as she ran to the bathroom. Of course, the idea of what she’d just done was a bit gross, and it was frustrating that she’d peed herself yet again, but having that protection did let her concentrate on her work a little better.

At least until the mail boy came, wheeling his cart up to her desk and dropping off a large box. "Sorry I’m late today," he said, sorting through the smaller items on his cart for anything for Dr. Jadin. "I was busy and I..." He stopped as he looked up at her, shocked. "Oh, sorry. Just make sure your mom gets that, would you?"

Alicia sputtered for a moment, hardly able to believe what he’d said. "My... She’s not my mother!"

"Oh, sorry," he apologized quickly, holding up his hands. "Step-mother? I thought she seemed awfully young to have a kid your age, but you look just like her."

Confused, Alicia glanced at the box, and saw her name there. Her face turned red as she realized just what he’d meant, somehow even worse than what she’d suspected, but he was gone before she could think of any appropriate response, so she just sulked as she got up, sliding the box to the other side of her desk so she could reach her letter opener. She knew what was in it now - though the box felt much heavier than the first had - but she decided to open it just in case.

Sure enough, inside were rows of new bottles. She picked one up and looked at it, smiling slightly to see that the color, while still green, was far less unnatural looking than the first batch. She started to slip the bottle back into the box, then, curiously, opened it instead, taking a sip, then took a sip of the one she’d brought from home. They definitely tasted different, if just slightly. The logical part of her mind told her that it was just because whatever chemicals they used to color it had changed, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that her sip of the bottle right from the box had been just what her first few bottles from the first box had tasted like.

Especially when she remembered that her accidents hadn’t started until after she’d noticed that change in taste. And that hadn’t happened until after Dr. Jadin had given Diane the key to her apartment... Her heart began to pound as she put the pieces together in her mind. That enormous bitch... It all made sense now! In the back of her mind, she recalled that she had, actually, wet herself when she’d first seen Diane in her bedroom, but she quickly wrote that off, reminding herself that she’d just been really freaked out.

Her first reaction was to find some way to get the box home and hide it, so that Diane would never know she had a fresh, untainted supply. That lasted for only a moment or two, since she really wasn’t sure how she was going to pull that off, considering she would be riding home in Diane’s car. Finally, she settled on taking a few bottles out of the box and slipping them into her desk. Even slightly emptier, the box was still very heavy, and as she moved it off her desk and onto the floor, she very nearly dropped it. It hadn’t been fun carrying that first box to her car, but she’d managed to do it. Now, she was actually glad that Diane would be taking her home, as she could get her to carry it.

She was slightly worried that she was so much weaker than she had been a few days earlier, but mostly she was just glad that she had another explanation for all her accidents, something she could use, at least in her mind, to refute Diane’s ridiculous claims that she actually wanted this to happen subconsciously. That cheered her up quite a bit, even after she wet her pull up again, enough to leave the padding slightly damp and squishy between her legs.

Of course, when Diane did show up again, taking her to the bathroom, she was rather pleased at the sight of the wet, slightly drooping garment, taking her in to show Dr. Jadin. "You see?" she said, showing Alicia off. "If these really had been her other panties, they’d be ruined, too, and she’d have made a mess all over the office."

It was all Alicia could do not to launch into her theory straight away, telling Dr. Jadin the real reason behind her wet diaper, but she knew she didn’t really have any evidence, and that, most likely, the doctor would take Diane’s side. So she just stood by as Dr. Jadin looked at her, nodded, and declared, "You’re right," handing Diane another pull up.

Diane re-dressed Alicia and led her to the door, stopping at her chart and taking out the marker she’d used to turn Alicia’s first pull up into her new Friday panties. She made sure Alicia was looking, and drew a big, thick, black X over Friday’s box. Despite her confidence that she knew what was going on now, the sight of it still made Alicia’s heart begin to pound. As if sensing that, Diane grinned, moving the tip of her marker over to Wednesday’s box, the only one with two frowns, and did the same thing, then re-capped the marker and left the office, getting out of Dr. Jadin’s earshot before chiding Alicia, "Two days in the first week... That’s almost impressive."

Alicia again had to fight not to tell Diane that she knew the truth, knowing that, even without Dr. Jadin there to tell her not to try to blame her problems on other people, it would be better to keep quiet. If she told Diane she knew about her drugging her drinks, that might lead to her trying something different. At least this way she knew what to expect.

At the end of the workday, Alicia went home with her new box of drinks and the bag of pull ups. She pouted a little when Diane insisted she carry the latter, but when the woman asked if she wanted to switch, she could only shake her head. Still, she couldn’t help but blush as she walked through the office, past the security guards, and up to her apartment, with her embarrassing cargo, sure everyone knew what was inside the bag, and beneath her romper. Even knowing it wasn’t her fault that she had them, the idea of anyone knowing brought a healthy red glow to her cheeks.

"Go put those in your underwear drawer," Diane instructed her when they got to the apartment, heading into the kitchen with her box.

Alicia knew just what she was doing, and she wasn’t about to let her get away with it that easily. She followed Diane into the kitchen, saying, "I’ll just do that later."

"No," Diane told her sternly, "You’ll do it now."

"Why don’t you do it?" Alicia asked. "You’re going back there in a minute to pick out my outfit for tomorrow, aren’t you?"

Diane rolled her eyes. "Really? You whine all week about everything, and now, the minute I try to give you one responsibility, you whine about that, too?"

Alicia blushed slightly. "It’s not that..."

"Go and do it now," Diane ordered, pointing at the kitchen doorway. "I’m not playing with you."

"I’ll do it later," Alicia repeated herself, having run out of valid excuses to stay in the kitchen that wouldn’t tip her hand.

Diane shook her head, walking over to the sink and picking up the bar of soap from that morning. Alicia whimpered, still remembering the taste of it in her mouth. "But I didn’t say anything bad!" she whimpered.

"You’re talking back to me," Diane said, advancing on her. "Now are you going to do what I asked you to, or do you need more corner time?"

"I’m going!" Alicia scurried out of the room, internally cursing herself for getting so easily outsmarted.

She waited right outside the door for a minute, listening, until she heard her drawers being opened and closed, and Diane musing, "This is an awfully nice wooden spoon... I bet it would make a disobedient little girl’s bottom a nice, bright red..."

Alicia quickly retreated to her room to do as she’d been told. A spanking was different than a mouth soaping, but she didn’t doubt that Diane was capable of it, or that she would hold back. She pulled open her underwear drawer and began taking out handfuls of pull ups, shoving them in. She was a little surprised to see that she had only four pairs of panties left, that the diapers she was putting in drastically outnumbered them. And there were at least two days that, she knew, she would have no choice but to wear them.

That thought made her pause for a moment, looking back over the panties. She had four pairs there, and two days on her potty training chart had been blacked out... But that was only six days. Shouldn’t she have one other pair? She thought hard, trying to figure out what had happened, them remembered Diane showing her the spare Thursdays.

She hurried back to the kitchen, nearly running into Diane on the way there. "All done?" Diane asked, breezing past her towards her room.

"Uh-huh," Alicia said, following after her. "Hey, could I have my other Thursday panties? The ones that Dr. Jadin gave you? I don’t have any in my drawer, and..."

"Because you peed in them," Diane reminded her, opening up her closet and starting to look through her clothes.

"W-Well, yes," Alicia agreed. "But there’s another pair, and I just thought..."

"No, I don’t think so," Diane said, tossing a pair of pink shorts onto the bed, the word Princess printed across the back, the i dotted with a tiara.

"But... But they’re mine," Alicia protested with a pout, hardly able to believe she was upset about not getting to wear those ridiculous, childish underwear. They were much better than the alternative, though, she had to admit.

"And I don’t think you’ve earned them, do you?" Diane wasn’t even bothering to look at her, too preoccupied with searching, finally coming up with a dress. The top was light purple, with a picture of Ariel from The Little Mermaid on it, and underneath came three tiers of ruffly skirt, each a slightly darker shade of purple, with seashells decorating the bottom one. Alicia expected Diane to hang the shorts back up, but, upon seeing the look on her face, Diane chuckled and explained, "We don’t want you flashing everyone else on the playground tomorrow, do we?"

"The... The playground?!"

"I’m taking you to the park tomorrow," Diane explained, walking over to the dresser. "You need some fresh air... I’m sure that’s why you haven’t been feeling like yourself." A pair of pull ups joined the rest of the outfit, much to Alicia’s dismay. "You’re going to wear that until I get here," Diane told her sternly. "If you can keep it dry until then, I’ll let you wear your big girl panties out. And if you’re good for me this weekend... Well, we’ll see about getting you those Thursday panties, okay?"

"But you have them in your purse," Alicia complained. "Why can’t...?"

"You’re really not getting off to a good start," Diane told her, shaking her head. "But that’s what you want, isn’t it?"

"No, it isn’t!" Alicia declared vehemently, stomping her foot. "I do not want..."

"I’m going to be nice and go now," Diane said, pushing past the girl, "But in the future, just know that I do not tolerate tantrums."

Alicia glared at her retreating form, wanting to tell her that she wasn’t having a tantrum, that she knew the truth and she was going to prove it, that when Dr. Jadin found out Alicia was going to have her fired, but, afraid of what retribution she might incur from that, all she could actually bring herself to do was stick out her tongue.