Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 12
Chapter 12

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

"No problem, doctor," Alicia could hear through the office door, right before she scrambled back to her seat at the sound of footsteps approaching. Diane walked out a moment later, all smiles, before slinking over to Alicia’s desk.

"Look what I have for you," she bragged, pulling open her purse, taking out a pair of pink panties, emblazoned with a frog and the word Thursday. Alicia reached for them, but Diane swatted her hand before she could touch them, putting them back and taking out two more pairs, Saturday and Sunday, white with a princess and light blue with a tiara respectively. "Aren’t they just adorable? If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you wear them when I come to check on you this weekend, after you soak your regular panties."

At the moment, Alicia couldn’t quite muster the strength to deny how likely that was. In a way, she was almost glad for the news that Diane would be visiting her, if only because she hated the idea of being cooped up, completely alone, for the entire weekend. She supposed it was possible that one of her friends would visit her, but the fact that none of them had so far made her doubt it. They’d probably been calling and texting her cell, and just figured she was ignoring them on purpose. Or maybe they hadn’t even noticed she was gone. Maybe they were even glad to be rid of her.

"Now, she wanted me to send you in for a minute, so get going." Alicia nodded, standing up and miserably shuffling into the office. Her whole body was hurting - she was pretty sure she’d gotten some kind of poisoning from the soap, but all Diane had said when she complained was not to throw up in her car. She didn’t really feel like she was going to throw up, though. Her stomach did feel full, and a bit chaotic, but it wasn’t the worst. Her legs felt rather weak, her hips burning slightly, and she was rather clumsy on them, tripping over the corner of her desk as she tried to move around it. And she was having a hard time catching her breath, her chest feeling strangely tight and restricted. She had been a little worried that she was having a heart attack, until she reminded herself just how ridiculous that was. She was eighteen, and while she didn’t exactly do a lot of exercising, she also didn’t eat a lot of unhealthy food... She was pretty sure there had to be something else wrong with her.

Apparently, even Dr. Jadin could tell that there was something wrong. "Are you all right, dear?" she asked, standing up from her chair and hurrying over to her. Alicia stared up at her pitifully, having never felt so small next to her. The doctor put her hand on Alicia’s forehead, then ran it down her side. Alicia couldn’t help but squirm as Dr. Jadin’s hand moved over her hip and pressed in on it, the burning sensation blossoming under the touch. "I’m sorry," Dr. Jadin said quickly, seeing the pain in her eyes.

"It’s okay," Alicia told her with a weak smile. "I’m just not feeling very well today."

"Oh, poor thing," Dr. Jadin cooed, hugging her. "Maybe you should have stayed home."

"Yeah, maybe," Alicia shrugged. Like Diane would have let her do that. "But I’m all right now... I can work."

"Okay..." Dr. Jadin looked at her skeptically. "Well, at any rate, it’s a good thing you’ll have Diane to help you."

Alicia’s eyes went wide for a moment, before she could stop them. "Help... me?"

"I told you about the troubles you were having with your work yesterday, and she volunteered to come over and help you, whenever she had a free moment. Isn’t that sweet of her?"

"I can do it on my own," Alicia whined, not liking the idea of having to spend even more time around that woman. "I..."

"Alicia, I expect you to be grateful to Ms. Diane for her help. She has her own job to do, you know, and her own life. She’s been doing a lot for you this past week."

Not in the mood to argue about it, not when she was sure Dr. Jadin would take Diane’s side, Alicia suppressed a sigh and a, ’You have no idea’, instead managing to force out a, "Yes, ma’am," before trudging back out towards her desk. She was stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of a new sign posted on the wall. It was pink, with Dora the Explorer in one corner, and a box for each day across the middle. The words on top had been diplomatically blacked out with a marker, but it was quite obvious that this was a potty training chart. Each box had two small stickers inside - Friday through Monday all contained two smiley faces, but every other day had at least one frown. It didn’t take much for her to figure out that those frowns were charting her accidents, but even so, she could hardly believe what she was seeing. It was so embarrassing, so private.

Even before Dr. Jadin told her, "Diane brought that in," Alicia knew it. "I’m sure it’s only temporary... If you’re feeling bad now, you were probably sick most of the week, and this is just the rest of your symptoms catching up with you."

But Alicia wasn’t really listening. She was more concerned with looking at all of the sad faces on her chart, hardly able to believe there could be so many. A week before, wetting herself even one time in a week was unimaginable, and the idea that she’d need this sort of chart, like a toddler being potty trained, was absurd. Now, it was just icing on the cake of her life. "Whatever," she sighed, going back to her desk and sitting down.

She was there for only a minute or two before Diane appeared. "Come on," she said, holding out a hand. Alicia stared at her, confused, until she repeated it. Uncertainly, Alicia got up and walked over to her. She didn’t offer her hand, but that didn’t stop Diane from reaching out and taking it, guiding her away, and over to the bathroom. Alicia’s cheeks burned red as she realized that was their destination, and she started to pull away, only to realize that she did, in fact, need to go.

"I was just about to come here on my own," she said defensively once they were inside and she had locked herself in a stall, awkwardly squirming her way out of the romper.

"I’m sure you were," Diane said condescendingly. "I’m just doing my job."

Alicia froze for a moment, still struggling to get undressed enough to use the toilet. "No, I think your job is helping me with my..."

"Yes, I am helping you," Diane interrupted. "I’m helping you to use the potty like a big girl."

Alicia was sure the woman was just trying to piss her off, but it was working quite well. "That’s not what Dr. Jadin thought you meant."

"Are you so sure?"

Alicia started to protest, only to realize that she wasn’t. That hadn’t been what it sounded like Dr. Jadin was saying, but that didn’t really mean anything. After all, her bathroom breaks had been what had caused her to be so unfocused the day before... Maybe Dr. Jadin’s idea of help for her was taking the responsibility for worrying about them out of her hands.

She couldn’t say that was the kind of help she wanted, but before she could let Diane know that, the woman declared, "I don’t hear undressing! Did you have an accident already?"

"No!" Alicia pouting, glaring through the door as she went back to undressing herself.

"And don’t put that romper back on until I’ve had a chance to check you!" Diane instructed her.

And so it went for most of that morning. Alicia was pretty sure she wasn’t getting anything more done that day than she had the day before, as what seemed like every five minutes, Diane was at her desk again, dragging her into the bathroom despite her saying she didn’t need to go again, making Alicia at the very least strip down to her bra and panties so she could check her. However, without noticing it, Alicia did stop worrying so much about having an accident, confident that there was no way her bladder would betray her in the short amount of time between trips, and that did let her be slightly more productive.

Then lunch rolled around. Diane waited until Dr. Jadin was coming out of her office to ask Alicia, "Are you sure you’ll be able to make it without me?"

Alicia’s tummy, which had been growing steadily more uncomfortable throughout the day, kept her from being as sarcastic as she would have liked, so she simply nodded, rather than pointing out that she’d been doing just fine for eighteen years without Diane. She hoped that Dr. Jadin would overhear and Diane’s plan would backfire, that she’d get confirmation that Dr. Jadin really did expect Diane’s offer of help to be for actual work, but all she did was smile in their general direction, so that Alicia wasn’t even sure which of them it was directed at.

Alicia was feeling too full to even think about eating the peanut butter and jelly sandwich Diane had made for her, so instead she nursed her bottle of neon orange drink as she sat there at her desk, staring at her phone. The night before, she’d been ready to abandon everything, drive back to her father’s house and start again, but now, in the light of day, the idea seemed a bit absurd. She hadn’t even been on her own a year, not even six months... Did she really want to go crawling back to daddy already? Wouldn’t that make her just as much of a child as Diane was insisting she act like? Maybe not, but she knew she’d feel like it.

And who knew? Maybe Dr. Jadin was right, and all those accidents were just a sign that she was getting sick, and once she got over that, they’d stop, and give Diane one less thing to hold over her. And surely Diane would get tired of all this sooner or later, and give her all her stuff back. Maybe even her car... Just because she’d claimed to have sold it didn’t mean she really had. Maybe she was just pushing Alicia’s buttons, trying to make her misbehave so she could punish her. Sure, the car was gone, but who was to say that Diane hadn’t just driven it to her own home and parked it there, just in case Alicia tried to pull a stunt like she had tried the night before to hotwire it? No, running away wasn’t the answer, she was sure. Just by resolving not to give in so easily, she felt a little more confident, more sure of herself.

She squirmed slightly, feeling a little gassy, as she had been for the past hour or so, though, this time, since the office was mostly empty other than her, she didn’t think much of just letting herself fart, other than giving a small blush at the idea, knowing it wasn’t exactly lady-like.

What happened next was even less so. Her eyes went wide as, rather than a little gas, something else came out of her, squeezing its way lumpily into the seat of her panties. She gasped, hardly able to believe what was going on, then leaped to her feet to hurry to the bathroom. Unfortunately, that motion made the trip unnecessary, as, nearly as soon as her bottom had left her chair, she felt her underwear filling even more, her body pushing out a large load, held up against her by her thick tights. She tried to stop it, but it was too late, and all she could do was stand there, in shock, legs bent slightly into a semi-squat, while she pooped her pants.