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The Weekend Visit, Part 23
🕑 Added 2023-10-20 02:11:44 +0000 UTCJust like she had done in the pharmacy bathroom, Kate used a hybrid system of disposable and reusable diapers that she had brought along. A single throwaway one to place underneath me for the sake of cleaning me up without getting the changing table dirty, followed by two thick washable diapers for me to wear when the job was done. According to her, she trusted her pins a lot more than she trusted a few pieces of tape. She was ‘just looking out for me,’ considering how bad my most recent accident had been.
Tightly pinned diapers would stay in place no matter what, plus the ones she bought were designed to mask any potential smells. Of course, she was thinking strictly in terms of what I should be wearing for a potential future accident. If I wasn’t stuck sucking on the pacifier, I would have pointed out that a huge drawback of pinning me up in such a way was that it was next to impossible for me to remove the diapers myself. I had tried during dinner the previous night, and ended up going in them out of desperation when I couldn’t undo a single pin. Getting caught in a similar situation moving forward was my biggest concern, although there was also the minor detail that it was super wasteful to keep throwing away diapers that were meant to be reused.
“All clean, baby Annie!” Kate exclaimed. She punctuated the announcement with a sharp slap to my bare ass, then went on to mention something absolutely mortifying despite how casually she said it, “Looks like you have a bit of a diaper rash, by the way. We’ll have to buy you some special cream to take care of that. For now, you’ll just have to deal.”
That- that wasn’t possible! I was a nineteen year old girl. Shaking my head in denial, as there was no way I had something that was normally exclusive to actual babies, I nervously looked up at Kate and waited for her to smirk or giggle while informing me that it was a joke.
She just shrugged. “That’s what you get for walking around in shitty diapers all day without telling anyone that you needed a change. From now on, Annie, you need to let me know the second you have an accident. Or, better yet, actually make it to the toilet like a big girl for once.”
I couldn’t help but blush. If her nonchalant judgment wasn’t bad enough, I was still wearing nothing but a training bra at the moment. Very much wanting to get dressed again, especially since I was still stuck flashing my sister from how my legs were awkwardly splayed following her wiping, I just gave a tiny nod of my head. Diapers weren’t ideal, but anything was better than being nearly naked on a changing table in a mall bathroom.
“Now, before I put your fresh diapers on, let’s test your retention. Show me how mature you are, little sis.” With that, she walked over to the sink and started washing her hands. Leaving me in suspense, although it wasn’t difficult to guess where she was going with this. Upon returning, she gently gripped the pacifier’s ring and pulled it out of my mouth. “Tell me all your favorite things to say, Annie.”
Since she had given me time to prepare, there was less hesitation in my girly smile and bubbly energy as I launched into the usual demeaning list.
As soon as I finished by calling myself a ‘diapered little brat,’ Kate popped the pacifier back in. “And don’t you forget it, diaper girl,” she said, “Now, hold still while I finish up here.” Like after my bath, she proceeded to dump a mountain of baby powder onto my crotch and ass. Then she deftly pulled the double diapers into place and started pinning them up. As usual, she made sure they were nice and tight, although I knew better than to complain. Her handiwork is likely what kept the diapers up after my obstacle course accident.
And that was that. Grateful that she wasn’t taking any more pictures, although it’s not as if she really needed more than she already had, I sat up and gave myself a quick once-over when the movement drew my attention to the fresh padding between my legs. It was obviously better than the dirty diapers I had been wearing before, but I still wasn’t used to the image of my otherwise bare body in the bulky white underwear. Despite how Kate had made it quite clear that she expected this to continue for another eleven days, I was really tempted to say something about it. The problem was, the pacifier was back in my mouth, not to mention the fact that I was this close to getting dressed again. Starting an argument I would probably lose anyway would just prolong my time in the diapers and immature bra I was currently sporting.
Slightly more embarrassed about the diapers than I was about the upper garment that flattened my chest, I started with the pink skirt. That was the more involved part, anyway. I had to make sure that the skirt covered my underwear situation, and would continue to do so while I moved about. Then again, our cousins were now in the loop, so there was no need to be quite as paranoid as before. At least, not about them finding out. Instead, there were a whole new series of issues that would need to be dealt with regarding the twins. Most importantly, their discretion, as they would eventually figure out my real age and that this was a lot more humiliating than just a younger cousin who had trouble making it to the bathroom. I was less concerned about my overall relationship and reputation with them, considering how infrequently we saw each other. If that distance was enough for them to forget that I was the older sister, then I doubted I’d see them enough after this to worry about their amusement towards this mortifying visit.
And there was the more pressing worry–our aunt and uncle could NOT find out about this. Now that Luna and Lilah knew, there was triple the chance someone might let something slip around their parents. With Kate’s effortless manipulative skills, I didn’t want to think about how she’d go about spinning this to be all my fault if our parents found out that I was apparently diapered nonstop this weekend and having both daytime and nighttime accidents.
“Come on, Annie. Hop to it! We don’t want the others to be waiting around for us, do we? This was supposed to just be a regular bathroom trip.”
If only. Pulling my tank top back on was a lot simpler, and I made a point not to look at myself in the mirror above the sink. Seeing my tween image earlier had been plenty; I didn’t need to be reminded how young I appeared. Not to mention how the pacifier looked with the ensemble.
By the time I was dressed, Kate had stashed away all her changing materials. Her purse wasn’t even that big; I had to guess the majority of the contents revolved around my diapers and the potential accidents that came with it. And she hadn’t exactly been wrong to prepare in such a way.
“Ready? Let’s go!” She took my hand in the same patronizing manner, then opened the bathroom door, ready to lead me back to the very public mall.
