Diapered for the Weekend by Auntie — Part V

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Jessica stared down at her drenched panties, then over at the puddle of her pee on the floor, then up at her Aunt’s steely, highly-unamused frown.

Jessica was speechless, mortified beyond words.

“Well?” Her Aunt asked, impatiently tapping her foot. “I don’t think the peepee fairy delivered that puddle. So do you have any idea how that ended up there, or not?”

“Auntie, I’m sorry… I think I… I… I think I had an accident…” Jessica squeaked, suddenly choking up.

Her Aunt scoffed. “Oh, you think you had an accident? Well, perhaps you best look down at the state of the yellow, sopping wet, piss soaked panties between your legs, dear, and see if they help indicate whether or not that’s true.”

Jessica reached down and touched her drenched panties, squeezing her eyes shut in painful humiliation.

“I’m sorry, Auntie…” Jessica choked. “I did. I did have an accident. I had an accident while over your knee.”

“You wet yourself while over my knee, dear,” her Aunt said. “You helplessly peed your panties, soaking them with urine.”

Jessica gave a humiliated nod.

“And now, do you care to tell me why you peed your panties while you were over my knee?” Her Aunt asked.

“Huh? Auntie, I swear, it was an accident…” Jessica squeaked, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that, dear,” her Aunt laughed. “I’m sure you genuinely had absolutely no ability to hold your peepee like a big girl. But I still want you to tell me why. Why you were totally incapable of holding your peepee like a big girl.”

“Of course,” her Aunt continued, “the reason is, quite frankly, as plain as day to everyone around you. But the question is, are you ready to finally admit it? Are you ready to finally face the truth?”

“Auntie… I… I… I…” Jessica choked up, her face burning hotter and hotter. She could still barely believe this was happening.

“And honestly, dear, I truly hope you are finally ready to admit it!” Her Aunt interjected. “Because I wouldn’t mind being able to put Mr. Hairbrush away for the evening. But that depends… on you finally doing what I just asked.”

“Auntie… really… I… I…” Jessica continued stammering, totally overwhelmed.

“Jessica!” Her Aunt scolded. “You have till the count of three before I put you right back over my knee! Now answer the question! Who pees in their panties instead of the potty? Who fusses and cries during their spankings? Who needs their Aunties to put them in diapers so they don’t make a mess? Tell me who does that, Jessica! Tell me right now!”

“I… but… I…” Jessica squeaked.

“One!” her Aunt counted.

Jessica felt like the room was spinning.

“Two!” Her Aunt shouted.

Jessica began shaking with emotion.

“Three—“

“Babies!” Jessica finally shouted, bursting into tears. “Babies wet themselves! I wet my panties, because I’m a baby! I’m just a stupid, pathetic, naughty little baby, Auntie! I’m a naughty little baby who needs to be put back in diapers!”

Jessica collapsed to her knees, breaking down into hysterical sobs.

The feeling of her drenched panties against her blistering bottom, the cold stickiness from the pee dripping down her legs, the humiliating stench of her accident now filling the room… It all finally broke her. She could no longer deny what her Aunt said she was.

“I’m sorry, Auntie!” Jessica continued to wail. “I’m sorry I had an accident! I’m sorry I’m so naughty! I’m sorry I’m just a pathetic, naughty, stinky little baby! Please! Please just let me try again to be a good girl! I promise I’ll be a good baby girl from now on! A good baby girl who listens to her Auntie and follows all the rules!”

Her Aunt silently watched Jessica sobbing at her feet, a triumphant smirk slowly crossing her face. After several minutes, she finally gave a satisfied nod, returned the hairbrush to the dresser, and kneeled down next to Jessica.

“There, there, Jessy-poo, everything’s gonna be alright,” her Aunt said, suddenly comforting Jessica and rubbing her back.

Jessica sniffled and looked up in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, dear,” her Aunt cooed. “I’m proud of you for finally realizing that you’re just a silly little baby. Now, all you have to do from now on is be an extra good little girl for Auntie. That means always doing what Auntie says, no matter what. That way Auntie can finally take care of you like the baby you are. Can you do that for me, Jessy-poo?”

Jessica eagerly nodded. She suddenly just wanted to make her Aunt happy with her, more than she wanted anything else in the world.

“Yes, Auntie, I promise I’ll be a good little baby girl from now on!” she squeaked.

“That’s my good little angel,” her Aunt Debbie smiled. “Now, come on, let’s go get you in a bath and changed into your diaper for the night. It’s already nearly past your bedtime.”

“Yes, Auntie,” Jessica sniffled, wiping her teary face.

As her Aunt walked her out of the room by the hand, once again, Jessica began to unconsciously mentally regress. Without thinking, she popped her thumb in her mouth and began eagerly sucking, the infantile act suddenly filling her with profound comfort.

Still weary and dazed after the night’s over-the-top events, part of her suddenly really did believe she was just a baby now. Just like her Aunt had said from the start.

* * *

Jessica retreated more and more into herself as the rest of the night continued.

It started with her Aunt bringing her to the bathroom for a bubble bath to scrub her clean from her peepee accident.

Jessica felt a fresh sting of embarrassment as her Aunt stripped her naked and had her stand quietly in the nude before her while the tub filled up.

But unlike what might have happened before, this time, Jessica didn’t raise a peep of protest. Instead, she just sucked her thumb a little bit harder.

When Jessica lowered herself into the water, she sighed with relief, the warm water feeling incredibly soothing on her freshly-blistered bottom.

But she then flushed even redder with embarrassment as her Aunt proceeded to methodically soap her up, shampoo her hair, and scrub behind her ears and under her armpits, just like she was washing a helpless toddler.

“Alright, dear, on your feet for me, please,” her Aunt then ordered.

Jessica wordlessly complied, rising to her feet in the bathwater, dripping wet and buck naked before her Aunt again. Her hands reflexively reached down to cover her privates. But they were met by a stinging swat from her Aunt slapping them away.

“Hands away from there, dear, Auntie needs to finish scrubbing you downstairs. Can you be a good girl and put your hands over your head for me, dear?” Her Aunt asked.

Jessica gave another pathetic, obedient nod and immediately put one hand on top of her head, the other in her mouth to continue sucking her thumb.

“Aww, that’s a good girl for Auntie,” Aunt Debbie smiled as she got to work, gruffly scrubbing Jessica’s thighs and crotch, making Jessica squeeze her eyes shut in humiliation.

“Turn,” her Aunt ordered.

Jessica turned around and felt her Aunt start thoroughly scrubbing her bottom. The warm water had felt good on her still blistering behind, but the coarse washcloth on and between her butt cheeks made her wince with fresh pain, reminding her of her utterly humiliating punishment from still just moments ago.

“Alright, dear, turn back to face me and stay very still, okay?” her Aunt ordered.

Jessica complied, sucking harder on her thumb and squeezing her eyes shut even tighter, eager to just get the humiliating ordeal over with.

After a couple minutes, Jessica felt something funny, and she finally realized what her Aunt was doing. She opened her eyes to see that her Aunt was shaving her privates!

“There we go, so much better to see all this yucky pubic hair go bye-bye!” Her Aunt smiled. “After all, little ones still in diapers don’t have any pubic hair, anyway, do they?”

“No, Aunt Debbie,” Jessica whimpered, burning even darker shades of red from her utterly helpless humiliation.

* * *

After her bath, Jessica’s Aunt wrapped the girl in a big fluffy towel and walked her back down the hall to the nursery in the nude.

This time, as they entered the nursery, Jessica walked right to the changing table and climbed up without her Aunt even asking her to.

“Aw, you’re being such a good little girl, getting nice and ready for your diapee-change!” Her Aunt giggled.

Jessica only sucked her thumb and squeezed her eyes shut in obedient silence, eager to just be a totally compliant good girl, despite her ever-growing sense of helplessness and humiliation.

She succumbed to fresh waves of embarrassment as she felt her Aunt pushing yet another super-puffy, baby-printed adult diaper beneath her naked bum. Her Aunt then began oiling up Jessica’s painfully blistered bottom, making her suddenly coo with pleasure, despite her embarrassment.

Finally, as her Aunt finished powdering and taping her up into her diaper for the night, Jessica suddenly murmured out of the blue…

“I’m just a little baby, Auntie.”

Her Aunt giggled, stroked Jessica’s hair, and playfully tapped her puffy, diapered butt. “That’s right, Jessy-poo, you’re Auntie’s little baby. Now come on, it’s time for beddy-bye.”

Her Aunt walked Jessica over to the bed and sat her up. “Now be a good girl and stay put, Auntie will be right back with a special treat, okay?”

“Yes, Auntie,” Jessica said as her Aunt left the room.

Aunt Debbie returned a moment later with an extra-large sippy-cup of warm milk. Jessica eagerly sucked it down, surprisingly thirsty, as her Aunt held it up to her lips for her.

“Good girl,” her Aunt cooed as Jessica finished, wiping a dribble of milk off Jessica’s chin with a terrycloth, just like she was a baby. Then she gently patted Jessica’s back until she let out a large burp, much to Jessica’s surprise.

Her Aunt tucked Jessica in, raised the rails of the crib, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Nighty-night, my little baby,” her Aunt said.

“Nighty-night, Auntie,” Jessica replied in a soft whimper. “I wuv you.”

“Auntie loves you too, dear,” her Aunt smiled, shutting off the lights and closing the door of Jessica’s nursery behind her.

Jessica rolled over in her crib and closed her eyes. Her belly full of warm milk, her crotch soft and padded, her blankets nice and tucked in and warm around her, she smiled as she quickly drifted off to sleep.

* * *

A short time later, Jessica’s eyes shot back open.

Similar to around the same time it happened the night before, Jessica suddenly realized…

She had to pee. Bad.

But unlike the night before, Jessica didn’t fret about her aching bladder for more than a passing moment. Instead, almost without thinking, she rolled back over in her half-asleep daze…

Pressed her hand against the crotch of her crinkly diaper…

And completely released her bladder.

Jessica let out a soft moan as she felt the thickly padded diaper quickly growing heavier, thicker, and warmer against her hand.

It suddenly felt so incredibly good to just let it all out. To just completely flood her diaper. To just utterly and freely pee herself, without a care in the world, knowing her diaper was there for just that reason… just like a real baby.

Jessica unconsciously slipped her thumb in her mouth, closed her eyes, and began once again softly murmuring…

“I’m just a baby. I’m just a little baby, wetting my diapee. I’m just a little baby, helplessly soaking my crinkly diapee with lots of smelly peepees…”

As she murmured, she began to squeeze the crotch of her rapidly flooding diaper, unconsciously pressing and kneading it harder and harder against her warm and tingling groin.

“I’m just a widdle baby, Auntie! A naughty widdle baby who still wets her diapees!” She whimpered and moaned, pressing even harder as the diaper grew heavier and soggier between her legs.

By time her bladder was finished emptying, she was desperately squeezing and mashing the warm, mushy diaper against her pussy harder and harder and harder, the diaper crinkling louder and louder under her blankets.

Her mind was suddenly flooded with a barrage of humiliating images and memories…

The blistering spankings over her Aunt’s knee. The way her Auntie scolded her that night and so many years ago. Her little cousin laughing at her and demeaning her. The years of humiliation of waking up in wet beds over and over again, perpetually tormented by the humiliating odor of her infantile, pathetic behavior, seemingly always on display for all the world to see.

“Punish me, Auntie! Punish me for being such a naughty little baby!” She moaned and writhed. “Auntieeee!!!!”

Jessica burst with a final uncontrollable squeal as she erupted with another filthy, shameful, urine-soaked orgasm. The indescribable euphoria in her groin once again burst like a dam, exploding from the depths of the humiliating, soggy diaper pressed against her crotch, spreading out across every inch of her body.

Jessica’s low, guttural moan lasted for several seconds as her whole body writhed, twitched and trembled.

Finally, she collapsed back to her pillow, panting for breath.

Sweaty and depleted, the waves of euphoria rapidly fading, Jessica suddenly felt a vague sense of recognition about what she had just done.

She flushed bright red in embarrassment. She then grew nervous that her Auntie might have heard her from outside her room.

Jessica briefly sat up, looked toward the door and waited. But after several seconds of silence, she shrugged and collapsed back in her blankets.

Fortunately, despite her embarrassment, Jessica didn’t have to dwell on it for much longer, as she quickly succumbed to a new wave of exhaustion.

With her warm, soggy diaper suddenly feeling strangely comforting, she closed her eyes, and once again fell right back asleep. This time, until morning.

* * *

The next morning, it once again took Jessica several seconds to realize where she was… let alone again remember why she was wearing a diaper.

A wet diaper.

As she wiped the sleep from her eyes, the events of the previous day flashed through her head in a rapid blur. It all suddenly felt like a strange dream. In fact, for several seconds, she wondered if any of it had even really happened at all.

But unfortunately, when she looked down at the heavy, yellow, soggy diaper between her legs, when she shifted and felt her bottom still numb and stinging from the merciless hairbrush spanking, and when she pressed the cold, wet diaper against her crotch and felt that her privates were still hairless…

She knew none of it had been a dream at all.

Then, she blushed bright red as the most humiliating aspect of all suddenly came flooding back to her… She had climaxed. Not just once, but twice yesterday. First, over her Auntie’s knee. Then, again in her soggy diaper.

Jessica was immediately mortified by what she’d done. She couldn’t imagine what had come over her!

Suddenly filled with disgust at the cold, wet diaper wrapped around her waist, Jessica sat up to go take it off. But before she could successfully climb over the rails of the bed, the nursery door flew open.

“Good morning, my soggy princess!” Her Aunt sang. Her Aunt then saw Jessica trying to climb over the rails and came rushing over. “Uh-oh! No-no-no, little one. You’ll hurt yourself climbing over your crib like that. Let Auntie help you.”

Jessica bit her tongue as her Aunt pushed her back down on her soggy bottom and took the rails down for her.

Jessica was now remembering how her Aunt had forced her, on pain of hairbrush spanking, to ‘admit’ she was just a naughty baby who needed diapers. She realized it would probably still be best if she just continued complying with her Aunt’s demeaning treatment as best she could, lest she suffer another horrific hairbrush ‘lesson’. After all, her Mom was finally returning to pick her up that day, so it wouldn’t be much longer that she would have to put up with it, anyway.

“Oh yes, that is one, soaked diaper, missy!” her Aunt laughed, squeezing and pressing Jessica’s soggy crotch, making her wriggle in humiliation. “Ready to get changed into a fresh diaper for the day? After all, we don’t want you having another accident in your Mom’s car on the drive home, like you had over my knee, yesterday, do we?”

Jessica grimaced, also just now coming to terms with the consequences of her new ‘baby’ status in her Aunt’s eyes.

Diapers 24/7. Just like a real, non-potty-trained baby.

Jessica burned an even brighter shade of red as she climbed out of the bed and felt her soggy diaper droop down between her legs, forcing her to waddle as her Aunt walked her across the room to the changing table.

But then, as Jessica replayed her Aunt’s words in her head, she suddenly realized she now had a much bigger issue to worry about, than just being forced to still wear a diaper that day…

The issue of somehow preventing her Mom from finding out about everything that had happened to Jessica that weekend—specifically in regards to her Aunt’s decision to put Jessica back in diapers.

Ironically, this was in direct contrast to Jessica’s plan just 24 hours earlier, when she desperately sought to call and tell her Mom everything her Aunt was unfairly subjecting her to.

But that’s because it was one thing for Jessica to explain to her Mom that her Aunt had put her in diapers at night because she mistakenly thought Jessica still wet the bed.

It would be an entirely different thing for Jessica to try and explain that her Aunt had put her in diapers during the day because Jessica actually had wet herself while right on her Aunt’s lap.

Then what would happen? Would her Mom decide that her Aunt was right? That Jessica did need to wear diapers from now on, even back at home?

Jessica shuddered at the thought. She knew she just needed to do whatever it took to keep her Mom from finding out all the humiliating details of her Aunt’s treatment of her that weekend.

That is, if such a thing were even still possible for her at this point.

* * *

Jessica gulped as her Aunt plopped her butt up on the changing table, making her saturated diaper give a cold, yucky squish against her bottom.

“Well, dear, I said it yesterday, and I’ll say it again,” her Aunt remarked as she laid Jessica back on the changing table. “It’s a good thing I had these extra-thick diapers for you. I’m sure whatever your Mom packed for you originally certainly would have leaked when up against all this peepee of yours. Don’t you think so?” Her Aunt asked, squishing and prodding Jessica’s diaper with a mischievous smirk.

“Uh, yes, Auntie, I think you’re right,” Jessica peeped.

“I wonder why Jessy-poo’s diapees seem so much more soaked with peepee than usual?” Her Aunt mused. “Perhaps it was because instead of trying to hold her peepees for the potty, like a good girl… little baby Jessy-poo was having a little bit too much fun in her diapee last night, instead. Just like she also might have been having a little bit too much fun over her Auntie’s knee yesterday, as well.”

Jessica’s eyes shot wide in horror. Her face burned bright red.

Was her Aunt implying she somehow knew about Jessica’s shameful, unprecedented orgasms? How could she?

Just the idea of it sent Jessica reeling, paralyzing her with horror as she stared back up at her Aunt looming over her.

Her Aunt gave a sinister giggle. “By the way, dear, you’d be surprised how much sound a modern baby monitor can pick up.”

“… Baby monitor?” Jessica whimpered in shock as her Aunt gestured to an unassuming little device in the corner of the room.

“Oh yes, dear,” her Aunt said. “I put new batteries in it and turned it on for you last night, because you said I hadn’t heard you the night before when you were calling for me. I didn’t want to leave my poor little baby alone all night again without keeping an ear out for her, just in case she needed anything.”

Jessica felt herself burning redder and redder. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Anyway,” her Aunt shrugged, “I’m not worried about it. After all, so long as my little Jessy-poo continues to be a good little girl for Auntie at all times during the day, I can trust her that she would never actually do anything so naughty like that at night, when Auntie isn’t looking. Right, angel?”

“Yes, Auntie! Of course!” Jessica blurted.

Her Aunt snickered, seemingly delighting in making Jessica squirm.

Jessica gave a small sigh of relief. It seemed that if her Aunt had heard what she had done… she was content to let her off with a warning, so long as Jessica stayed on her best behavior.

“Besides,” her Aunt shrugged, “you’re going back home today, anyway, which means you’re no longer going to be under Auntie’s watch. Do you know what that means?”

Jessica tensed up. She gently shook her head no. She really had no idea.

Her Aunt laughed. “It means that the decisions that Auntie makes for little baby Jessy-poo, when she’s under Auntie’s roof, no longer apply, because she’s no longer gonna be under her Auntie’s roof. Instead, she’ll be back home with her Mommy again.”

Jessica’s eyes widened again, this time, with unexpected hope. Did this mean her Aunt wasn’t going to tell her Mom about everything that happened, after all?

“But!” Her Aunt continued. “Whether her Auntie tells Little Jessy’s Mommy all about what she learned about little Jessy this weekend… or whether she leaves it up to Little Jessy to tell her Mommy all about it on her own, instead, depends on if Little Jessy can still be extra, extra good for the rest of the morning with Auntie. Is Auntie Debbie making sense, little baby?”

Jessica frantically nodded her head, understanding her Aunt’s threat loud and clear. “Yes, Auntie, I’ll be good!”

Her Aunt laughed again. “Oh, I’m sure you will. Now, let’s finally get you changed out of this soggy diapee, huh?”

Jessica closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

She wasn’t 100% certain, but it seemed that her Aunt was telling her that she wouldn’t tell her Mom about all of the horribly humiliating things Jessica had done that weekend, if Jessica just continued being a perfect, docile little angel for the rest of the morning, till her Mom arrived to pick her up that afternoon.

It was a deal Jessica was more than happy to accept. She obediently raised her legs and swallowed any protests as her Aunt proceeded with her humiliating morning diaper change.

After rolling up Jessica’s heavy, sodden diaper, and thoroughly wiping her down with cool baby-wipes, Jessica’s Aunt left the room and returned with one of Ella’s bedwetting pull-ups.

“Alright, dear, this will have to do for today, given I don’t have anymore of your special, heavy absorbency diapers that you soaked over the last two nights.”

Jessica blushed but dutifully complied as her Aunt held out the pull-up for Jessica to step into. Jessica cringed but stayed silent as her Aunt pulled the disposable garment up her legs and around her waist for her.

“There you go, that’s a decent fit for now,” her Aunt said, snapping the waist and leg bands. “At least, to help protect against any more accidents you might have before your Mom shows up. Don’t you think so, Jessy-poo?”

“Oh, uh, yes, Auntie, thank you!” Jessica squeaked in embarrassment.

Of course, she was utterly humiliated that she was being forced to now wear a diaper during the day—an indignity that not even her little cousin Ella was subjected to anymore at the age of five.

But Jessica was secretly grateful that she was only being made to wear a relatively thin pull-up. Compared to the utterly thick, printed diapers her Aunt had made her wear over the last two nights, the pull-up was practically as mature-feeling as a pair of sexy lingerie.

* * *

Jessica stayed true to her word for the rest of the morning, doing her absolute best to be an utter angel.

She didn’t protest at all when her Auntie ‘checked’ her pull-up after breakfast, despite it causing Ella to burst into cackling laughter that her ‘little’ cousin Jessy ‘still wore daytime diapers’, unlike her.

Jessica also continued letting Ella treat her like Ella was in charge for the rest of the morning, swallowing any frustration she felt at Ella bossing her around from one activity to the next.

Jessica was determined to just grit her teeth and get through it, watching the minutes slowly tick by till her Mom arrived, knowing that all that mattered now was just getting home without her Aunt saying anything to her Mom about Jessica’s various…. potty-related… incidents.

After all, Jessica thought, once she got home without her Mom finding out, she could finally just put the whole, unbearably humiliating weekend behind her, never to mention it to anyone, ever again.

Finally, just after lunch, Jessica heard her Mom’s car pulling into the driveway.

Her heart started pounding.

She knew it was time for the moment of truth.

Jessica’s future… was suddenly hanging in the balance.

* * *

“Bye-bye, little Jessy!” Ella giggled and waved from the doorway as Jessica walked back to the car with her Mom.

To Jessica’s surprise and relief, the goodbyes had been quick, and Aunt Debbie finally handed Jessica her bag back so casually, her Mom probably had no idea her Aunt had even confiscated it at all.

Jessica had no way to be certain, but it didn’t seem like her Aunt had mentioned anything out of the ordinary to her Mom while she was picking her up.

In fact, when her Mom asked Aunt Debbie how things went, her Aunt replied, “Oh, Jessy was practically a little angel all weekend,” and gave Jessica a sly wink, which truthfully, made Jessica uneasy, but at least seemed to suggest her Aunt had decided not to say anything to her Mom, after all.

“So, sweetie, how was everything this weekend? Everything go okay?” Her Mom asked as they climbed in the car.

“It was fine,” Jessica shrugged.

Of course, when Jessica sat down in the passenger seat, she couldn’t help but blush as she felt a distinctive crinkle under her butt.

She had almost forgotten that she was still wearing a pull-up under her jeans—a humiliating fact that she was determined to keep from her Mom, along with all the other humiliating details of her previous 48 hours.

“Aunt Debbie said that Ella really loved playing with you this weekend. I’m sure your little cousin really appreciated spending some time with you,” her Mom said as they started their drive home.

“I’m sure she did,” Jessica grumbled, barely masking her resentment about Ella getting to boss her around for two days. “Sorry, Mom, I’m just a little tired,” Jessica added, putting her head back and closing her eyes.

“Fair enough,” her Mom said. “I’m sure you’re looking forward to getting back to sleeping in your regular bed.”

Jessica nodded. Yeah, you know, the one that isn’t a baby crib, she thought to herself.

“Anyway,” her Mom asked after a long silence, “I know this might be an uncomfortable question… but I feel like I have to ask it…”

Jessica tensed up, terrified her Mom was about to broach the topic she feared most…

“Do you feel like you’ve learned your lesson?” Her Mom asked. “You know, since staying with your Aunt was a punishment for throwing that party and not acting responsibly while I was away?”

“Oh!” Jessica sighed with relief. “Umm, yeah, Mom, definitely. I promise, I’ll be better from now on.”

“Good,” her Mom smiled. “I believe you.”

After a few more minutes on the road, Jessica suddenly realized she needed to use the bathroom.

She’d been holding it for several hours at her Aunt’s house, since that morning, every time Jessica said she needed to use the bathroom, her Aunt put her through the process of ‘checking’ her pull-up for accidents first—a humiliating ritual that Jessica had been trying to avoid.

It also didn’t help matters, that when Jessica got in the car, she finished off the soda her Mom had leftover from lunch.

Now, as they hit the highway, Jessica realized she badly needed to pee.

“Um, Mom, I kind of have to pee. Can you stop somewhere for me to use a bathroom?” Jessica asked.

“Oh!” her Mom said. “Traffic’s pretty light and we’re not that far away from home, it’ll only be maybe another half hour or so. You can’t hold it? Did you forget to go potty before we left your Aunt’s?”

Jessica blushed, the question suddenly making her feel like she was right back at her Aunt’s house. She even panicked for a moment that her Aunt had told her Mom more than she let on, given her Mom’s unexpectedly babyish use of the word ‘potty’. But Jessica dismissed the thought as her just being paranoid, and tried to focus on just playing it cool.

“Oh, um, no, never mind, it’s fine, I can hold it,” Jessica said, now too embarrassed to insist they stop, despite her very full bladder.

Jessica began shifting and crossing her legs, trying to suppress her bladder’s growing discomfort. As she fidgeted in her seat, she couldn’t help but feel and be reminded of the thirsty pull-up she was still wearing under her jeans.

And for the briefest moment, she wondered if she should just… ‘go’. Just go in her pull-up, just like she had gone in her diaper last night…

But she immediately dismissed the idea, instantly hating herself for even considering it. What was wrong with her? It was bad enough she was being forced to wear the pull-up… she didn’t have to actually wet it like the baby her Aunt said she was!

But after a couple more miles, her Mom noticed Jessica fidgeting and crossing her legs. “Oh, sweetie, you look like you really have to go. I’m sorry, I’ll pull off at the next exit to find a place for you to go potty, okay?”

“No, Mom, it’s fine, really, I said I can hold it!” Jessica blurted, her face turning red. She suddenly felt like her adulthood was on trial. Surely, she could hold it like a big girl, right?

“Really, hon, I don’t mind. I can pull off in just a few more minutes. You can’t help it if you gotta go,” her Mom said.

Jessica reluctantly nodded and looked away, secretly glad her Mom decided to pull over for her, anyway.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.

Until suddenly, her Mom nervously cleared her throat. “Speaking of which… your Auntie said you were having some potty issues this weekend, too, huh? Do you want to talk about it?”

Jessica’s eyes widened. Her face turned beet red.

“Huh?” Jessica squeaked.

“It’s okay, sweetie, no one’s upset, these things happen. I just wish you’d told me you were still having these… sorts of issues… is all,” her Mom said.

Jessica’s heart was pounding. This was exactly the conversation she prayed she wasn’t going to have to have with her Mom. But she still had no idea what exactly her Aunt had told her.

“Mom, what are you talking about, I’m not having any issues, everything’s fine…” Jessica nervously stammered.

“Jessica stop, your Aunt told me, okay?” her Mom said. “She told me how you confided in her that you’ve been secretly wetting the bed again for some time now, that you had been too embarrassed to pack the diapers you usually wear, and that you had to ask your Aunt to borrow some from her, instead.

“It’s okay, like I said, nobody’s upset. In fact, you must have been doing a really good job cleaning up after yourself to hide it from me for so long, because I was still under the impression that you had stopped wetting years ago now,” her Mom said.

Jessica blushed even brighter, utterly mortified by what she was hearing. She couldn’t believe her Aunt had told her Mom Jessica supposedly still wet the bed, after all.

But was that all that her Aunt had told her Mom? That Jessica still secretly wet the bed?

If so, Jessica supposed it wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been. Although, she didn’t know why it seemed like her Aunt had lied about what happened… or perhaps there was just another miscommunication.

But the details hardly mattered now. Jessica knew it wouldn’t be wise to try clarifying the ‘truth’ about what happened with her Mom at this point, lest she inspire her Mom to talk further with her Aunt, and cause her Aunt to divulge even more humiliating details about what Jessica had actually done that weekend…

“Like I said, Mom, it’s fine, okay? You don’t need to worry about it,” Jessica murmured.

“I know, I know, dear, I’m sure you don’t want to talk about it, and that’s fine, we don’t have to much longer,” her Mom said. “After all, I’m sure you’re very embarrassed about still wetting the bed, given how old you are now.”

Jessica blushed even redder.

“But that being said,” her Mom continued, “I’m still your mother, and I need to make sure I’m doing my part to help take care of your health and support you.

“So, I went ahead and put in a bulk order for the diapers you told your Aunt you really liked while you were staying over at her place this weekend. You know, the ones that are extra-padded with tabs and colorful prints. Those should be a lot more comfortable and provide better protection for you than whatever you’ve been secretly buying before with your allowance.”

“And needless to say,” her Mom continued, “I’m sure you agree that it’ll be best for you to start wearing those every night from now on, just in case. At least, until we can be sure your bed-wetting is back under control. We don’t want you getting another skin condition, like you did when you wet the bed when you were younger, during that period when you were too embarrassed to wear your diapers at night, even though you needed them.”

Jessica was flabbergasted, humiliated beyond words. She couldn’t believe the humiliating, baby-printed diapers were following her home! That her Mom apparently expected her to continue wearing them!

But again, she knew she was helpless to argue. Anything she said risked her Mom digging even deeper into what happened that weekend while Jessica was with her Aunt, and could potentially inspire her Mom to draw even more troubling conclusions about Jessica’s supposed ‘potty-issues’…

“Um, okay, Mom. Thanks…” Jessica muttered, her face red as a tomato as she stared out the window.

She just couldn’t believe it. She was so sure she had finally escaped her Aunt’s humiliating clutches. But now, it seemed like her Aunt had somehow figured out a way to still follow her back home, still figured out a way to continue humiliating and embarrassing her every night, even from so very far away…

Jessica gritted her teeth and burned with resentment toward her stupid Aunt Debbie. She quietly vowed to avoid seeing her again for the rest of her life…

“Oh, and by the way, good news!” Her Mom suddenly said. “Next month, while I’m out of town all week, your Aunt said she’s happy to babysit you again over your spring break!”

“What!” Jessica screamed in horror. “You… you want me to go back there? For all of spring break? You can’t be serious!”

“Oh come on dear, it’s not that bad,” her Mom said. “From what your Aunt said, you had just as good a time playing with Ella, as she had playing with you. And besides, your Aunt said she’s glad to finally spend some more time with her niece, before you go off to college next year.”

“Mooooom! No! You can’t do this! It’s not fair!” Jessica screamed. “You said my punishment was over! You said I only had to stay with Aunt Debbie one time while you were away!”

“I said no such thing,” her Mom snapped. “The truth is, I just felt so much safer this weekend knowing there was someone to look after you while I was away, in case something ever happened. And even more so, now, given that I now know about how you might still need help again with your little… nighttime issues…”

“No I don’t!” Jessica screamed. “I don’t need help and I don’t need to go back! I’m old enough to take care of myself! Please, Mom, don’t do this to me! You can’t, you can’t, you can’t!!!!” Jessica screamed and kicked her feet, tears suddenly rolling down her cheeks.

“Jessica!” Her Mom suddenly raised her voice. “This isn’t up for debate! And quite frankly, if I wasn’t certain about you still needing a babysitter before, I am now, hearing you throw a fit like that over this! Listen to yourself. You’re suddenly throwing a crying, screaming tantrum, just like a baby! Is that how a mature adult, who can take care of herself, acts?”

Jessica slammed her mouth shut and blushed bright red. Her Mom’s accusation suddenly cut closer to home inside Jessica than her Mom could have possibly imagined.

“Anyway, dear,” her Mom sighed, “we can talk about it later. That’s still not till next month, anyway.”

“Fine,” Jessica whimpered, sniffling and wiping her tears.

“Oops,” her Mom said suddenly, “Sorry, I got distracted by you raising your voice and throwing a fit, so I just missed the exit I was going to take for you to use the potty. Can you hold it for another 15 to 20 minutes?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, no problem,” Jessica murmured. She started blushing red again as she slowly realized the truth…

The truth was, she wasn’t actually sure she could make it. Her bladder already felt on the verge of bursting before, and her sudden kicking, screaming and crying only made it that much worse.

A few seconds later…

THUMP. They hit a pot hole.

And to Jessica’s horror, her bladder helplessly let loose a sudden, hot stream into her thirsty, waiting pull-up.

Jessica quietly stared down at her crotch in devastated disbelief, her jaw dropping as she sensed the pull-up swelling beneath her pants from her sudden accident.

She secretly reached down to press the now warm, wet, soggy garment against her crotch, confirming her humiliating, infantile potty-failure…

Waves of shame washed over her. And without thinking, she closed her eyes and slipped her thumb in her mouth for comfort.

She quietly realized that it seemed that her Aunt had been right about her all along.

Jessica really was just a big baby now, after all.

THE END.

(For now.)