Emma sometimes still dreamt about the mall… About her heart pounding as she walked down the steps, unsure whether she should just book it, run as fast as she could to get this ordeal over with as soon as possible, or try to go slow, normal-paced, not draw any undue attention to herself, but give people more time to notice what was so clearly visible under her skirt.
Every step reminded her of it, both with the awkward gait it forced upon her, and the noises she heard emanating from it with every slight movement, announcing her presence. She could remember seeing her younger sister, Maggie, wearing them to bed, teasing her about it… Now, Maggie had taped her into one, and if she didn’t win this bet, she would be wearing them to bed every night… She was determined to make it out of the mall, to prove her bratty sister wrong so that she would have to acknowledge, once again, that Emma was the big sister.
Unfortunately, she still hadn’t decided on a plan of attack, so she froze on the staircase, looking down at all the people on the floor below her. There had to be a way to do this… She was still pondering what that could be when she heard the voice behind her.
She spun, cheeks burning, not thinking that she was exposing her diaper to everyone below her as she looked up at the mall cop who had approached her. Anxiously, she fumbled with the pins in her skirt, hoping that somehow the cop hadn’t seen what was underneath while he questioned her, asking where her mother was, if she’d gotten lost. She said no to the latter, but there was no answer to the former without explaining her situation, which she didn’t want to do, especially knowing that he likely knew she was diapered, making it much harder to buy that she was an adult on a bet.
She expected Maggie to swoop in at any moment, to gloat about how she’d won… Instead, the officer took her hand, leading her around to the families walking the mall one by one before finally taking her to the security office, where Emma sat, humiliated, with a coloring book they’d provided in front of her, for what felt like an eternity before Maggie showed up to ‘ask for help’ finding her.
Every time she had that dream, the people in the crowd changed… Sometimes they were her professors from college, sometimes her friends, sometimes Maggie’s friends… In real life, she hadn’t known any of them – not that it had made things much less mortifying – but she still woke up from the dream in a wet diaper every time.
Then again, she was starting to wake up wet more and more often. It was hard not to… Maggie set her bedtime, which was often right after supper, and then locked the bathroom door on their side of the house. Sure, Emma could go to the other bathroom, but she’d have to pass by Maggie’s bedroom, knowing her sister kept her door open now and would get mad that Emma was out of her room when she should be asleep – or that she’d probably have put on some pants or shorts or something to cover the diaper first, since Maggie always tucked her in wearing just a PJ top and diaper, and had taken all her PJ bottoms and longer night-clothes – or risk running across her parents on the journey and them noticing the bulk of the diaper under whatever she’d tried to cover it with. She always tried to finish eating first, and run to the bathroom before Maggie could excuse herself from the table, but it didn’t always work, nor did it always matter.
She dreaded hearing Maggie’s car pull into the driveway each afternoon, knowing it meant the girl was home from school, and she was about to have all her homework dumped on her to finish before supper – and then bedtime – while Maggie just laid around on her bed and played on her phone. If she didn’t finish, Maggie would put her into a fresh diaper the next morning, and expect her to stay in it – and use it – as well as assigning her hundreds of lines to write out in her punishment notebook and turn in when she begged her little sister for a change once she got home from school.
And, just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, fall break came around. Her parents announced they were going on a second honeymoon and leaving the girls alone for the week. Emma prayed they would say she was in charge – not that it meant Maggie would listen – but instead they said, “You’re both old enough and responsible enough to be left alone… Just don’t make a mess, or we’ll rethink that for next time.”
The first morning after they left, Maggie didn’t give Emma back her underwear – or any pants. In fact, once she had put Emma in a new diaper, she emptied out her older sister’s underwear drawer while she watched, taking them all the her own room before leading the whining girl to the living room. “I got a B on my last Biology assignment,” she told Emma as they walked. “You graduated from college… You should be able to do better than that!”
When Emma opened her mouth to protest, Maggie surprised her with a pacifier, one that seemed much larger than a baby’s, filling her entire mouth with its silicon bulb, making it difficult to speak. “To make sure you try harder from now on, you’re spending fall break as a real baby sister. Aren’t you glad Mom is such a packrat?” Emma paled as they entered the living room to the sight of their old playpen set up in one corner, stuffed animals inside. “Come on, let’s get you inside so I can make you some breakfast…”
Emma could have easily stepped out of the playpen, but Maggie was bigger than her, stronger than her, faster than her… Even if she could make it back to her room and change into some real clothes – after retrieving her real panties from Maggie’s room – her little sister would just force her to change back, and probably be even more upset with her. She had little choice but to sit there, sucking on her paci, and play with her old toys.
Breakfast was a large bowl of tasteless oatmeal, spoon-fed to her by Maggie, who seemed to delight in missing her mouth and smearing it all over her face – though more than enough made its way to her tummy, which was feeling extremely full by the time the meal was done. Then it was right back to the playpen, as her belly began to grumble inside her. She knew what that meant… She doubted Maggie was going to make her do that in her diaper, but the idea of having to ask to use the toilet was humiliating enough, and she also had her doubts that Maggie would let her do so too often, or for too long, so she wanted to wait until she absolutely had to go.
She’d just reached that point, and worked up the courage to reach up and start pulling out the pacifier, when the doorbell rang. She jumped, then reassured herself that it was just the mailman or something, but after Maggie went to answer the door, she returned with one of her friends. The other girl saw Emma sitting there in her playpen, diaper fully visible under her cute top, and giggled.
“I know, right?” Maggie smirked down at her ‘big’ sister. “Her bedwetting problem has just been getting worse lately… Mom and Dad think it might be intentional, like she’s doing it to get attention or something. So, we’re giving her the full treatment this week. Don’t worry, she goes to bed super early, and has to take a couple nice, long naps in the middle of the day, so we’ll all have plenty of time to have some real fun. We just have to do some babysitting, too.”
“No problem,” Maggie’s friend ruffled Emma’s hair, while the older girl sat there, stunned. “She’s such a cutie, I’m sure none of the girls will mind looking after her.”
Emma looked over at Maggie, wanting to tell her to stop this, that it wasn’t funny, only for the doorbell to ring again. Emma gulped, sliding the pacifier back into her mouth as her tummy rumbled. It would have been hard enough getting around Maggie this week, but now her friends – all of whom were bigger than the petite Emma, all of whom genuinely thought Emma was the younger of the two – were coming, too. And she had a bad feeling that she knew exactly what Maggie meant when she said, “Full treatment”… Like it or not, she was definitely the baby sister now.
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