The great relationship she had with her family, especially her father, went down the tubes when he left for the military, was deported, and died in action, and her mother was a raging alcoholic. Life sucked.
But one morning, inexplicably, and after a long night of restless cutting and heavy metal blasting, Katie woke up....but she wasn't in her bed, and her room looked strange, different.What the hell...was the first thought that came to mind. But when she tried to verbalize it, all that came out were slurred half-words and jumbled up, incomprehensible babbles. Her voice was...smaller, too, and a lot cuter for some reason.
She sat upright in a daze, and through her sleepy eyes peered down at her hands to see that they were unusually small. Katie couldn't place it just yet, but something wasn't right here...
The sleepies still in her eyes, Katie decided to ignore her odd physical appearance; she lay back down again. About five minutes of drifting in and out of hazy slumber, Katie felt that familiar morning urge to get up and use the bathroom...it was the same as every morning. Right?
WRONG!!! >_ What the @$#!
She didn't even think about it or try to release the pee. It just came out by itself. She felt the urge to pee for just a few seconds before it just started trickling out...drop...drop...then a weak stream...then a full on stream. Katie closed her eyes, confused, and expected to feel an immediate wet sensation...but there was none, just the comfort of peeing in bed.
About 2 seconds into her stream, Katie lifted the blankets, which she discovered to be unusually heavy, to discover that she was wearing nothing but a short sleeved pink tee with Mini Mouse on it...and...what the...pampers night-time diapers with a large, gradually bulging and yellowing picture of Elmo on the front. Oh my god...Katie thought to herself....but all that came out was "O me daddy." This was bad...Katie just kept on peeing her diaper. For some reason, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the stream. She had always been able to before, even thought it was uncomfortable. Instead, she could only stare in fright at her rapidly bulging pull up.
But there was...something relaxing about what she was doing. And so, without thinking, much, Katie lay back down, spread her legs, bent her knees slightly, and started to suck her thumb contently as the urine poured out into the thirsty quilts of her disposable pamper. She was almost done peeing. It must have been a long night.At long last, the steam finally stopped. However, Katie couldn't repeatedly contract her vaginal muscles to let out the final droplets of pee like she normally did. Instead, she had no bladder control and the pee just kept dripping until it stopped naturally.
And so Katie just lay there, frightened, wet, and very uncertain of her situation. What had happened to her that night. why was she in an unfamiliar room with pink walls, bunny rabbit stuffed animals, and a changing table on the far left corner. And then it hit her like a ton of bricks...Th...this was my room when I was four years old...
It was apparent that Katie had somehow gone back in time thirteen years to her toddler years. She had not started potty training until she was four and a half, and so was still heavily reliant on diapers during the day and especially at night, she recalled wearily.
Suddenly, out of freaking nowhere, Katie felt like crying. She didn't know why, but something about where she was, her soaked thick diaper, and her growling tummy just made her want to bawl. Tears welled up in her now tiny eyes. What's wrong with me...? I was never this emotional before. I mean-yea-I was emo but not THIS em- but before she could finish her thought, the tears just started to trickle down. And instead of sobbing quietly as she had done for so many years, Katie started to cry like a little girl again. Loud and uncontrollably.
Katie just kept crying, legs sprawled and kicking, and face slowly adopting a red hue. It had only been a few minutes since she peed her diaper, but the urine was now cooling and what was recently a cozy, comforting sensation turned quickly into discomfort and sag.
Yea...she had the mental "clarity" of a teenager, but that hardly mattered outside of her own head, because her underdeveloped toddler features would not let her express it.
Finally, reprieve. "What's the matter, sweetie?" came a kind voice from the door to Katie's bedroom. Through tear-filled eyes and between fleeting gasps Katie saw her older sister, Amy: a sight that she never thought would grace her eyes again after that terrible day.
Amy had always been a good big sister to Katie. Sadly, she got a terminal form of leukemia and died when she was 12, a year before this sequence began.
But now....none of that mattered, Katie was a little girl again, helpless and wet, and Amy stood before her in the threshold of the bedroom door, alive and at the ripe age of 12, the beginning of her last year.
"Big sis..." Katie squeaked in her tiny tot voice, full of happiness and disbelief.Still crying, Katie lifted her arms and stretched out in Amy's direction, indicating that she wanted to be held. Amy rushed over to the crib, reached in and under Katie's stretched arms, and lifted her up into an embrace. Katie was overwhelmed with a comfort that she hadn't known for too long. She wrapped her legs around her big sis's waste, felt her soggy pamper push up against Amy, and began to suck her thumb while clinging to her sister's neck.
Amy supported Katie's diapered butt and soothingly rubbed her little sister's back to stop her from crying any more. Katie was so comfortable that she actually started peeing a little bit, but only a few squirts this time. It felt so good to go pee pee in her diaper while her sister held her tightly.
"Oops...did someone make pee pee in her diapee?" Amy cooed at Katie as she stroked her hair and maneuvered to do the "bulge test" on Katie's crotch. "I think so!"
Amy, with Katie in her arms, then proceeded to the changing table. "You're getting pretty heavy, hun, and you really should start potty training. Don't you wanna be a big girl?" Amy asked sternly. Katie just shook her head as if to say "Nuh-uh! I wanna wear diappes forever!"
Amy giggled and placed Katie gently on the changing table. At her age, her legs dangled off slightly and she swing them to and fro play fully while playing with the little Barbie doll Amy kept by the changing table to distract her from the change.
Amy was an experienced diaper changer; she had done it for many years for her baby sis. Kati had actually peed so much that the bottom of her pink tee was a little bit damp. "Arms up!" said Amy playfully, so Katie obeyed and lifted her arms so that Amy could remove her shirt. Then came the diaper.
Amy gracefully peeled away the tapes that fastened Katie's disposable pamper, and slowly lifted away the front form her crotch. As is often the case, though, the sudden change in temperature elicited a desperate need on Katie's part to pee again and so, against her will, she did. Quickly, Amy folded the pee soaked diaper over Katie's crotch again to catch the residual urine, then quickly slid it out from under her sister and discarded it.
Sliding out from its plastic case a folded up size 5 Pampers Cruisers diaper, Amy fastened it around Katie, making sure it was snug and comfy. "Now..." she said excitedly. "...let's pick out a cute outfit for you to wear!" Katie squealed in ecstasy.Amy lifted Katie off the changing table and put her on the bed in only her diaper. She then walked over to the closet and picked out a pair of cute pink short shorts and a simple white and green tee. After letting Katie dress herself, Amy asked her sister what she wanted to do.
"The beach!!" Katie replied enthusiastically. At this point, she was almost losing touch with her teenage consciousness. Amy smiled and the two girls walked into the living room to find their mother passed out on the couch. "Mom..." Amy said. "...can you drive me and Katie to the beach. We wanna play in the sand-...mom?" But it was no use...the girls' mother was out cold with a large bottle of vodka in her right hand.
Amy sighed. She new her mother's alcoholism too well...even as a twelve-year-old. She also knew that she and her baby sister would not get to the beach unless they walked.
And so, after thoroughly packing a diaper bag for Katie equipped with a few pampers, wipes, powder, toys, and bathing suits, the girls headed out. But before they could pass the threshold out of their home, there came an annoyed voice from behind them. "Hold up, girls...I'm *hiccup* good to drive; get your sister into her car seat and we'll *burp* go..." Amy, doubtful, shrugged and obeyed her mother.
Amy lifted Katie up, placed her softly into her car seat, and fastened two buckles that supported her crotch and chest. Katie playfully kicked her shoes off and swung her legs back and forth playfully before realizing that she was thirsty. "Big sis...I'm thiwsty, can I have a juice box please?" she said, innocently peering up at Amy. "Sure sweetie..." said her sister as she reached into the diaper bag to pull out a passion fruit juicy. She punched a hole in the top and handed it to Katie, who began to slurp it happily.
Amy then took her seat next to Katie in the back and watched as their mom started the car. About 10 minutes into the trip, Katie was about half-way through her juice box when that familiar feeling started to bubble up. Pull over...I need to use the bathroom. is what ran through her teenage mind, but all that came out of her lips, dribbling with juice, was "Pee pee, mommy, pee pee~!" Then before she knew it, she had relaxed her whole lower body, opened and curled her legs, and began to wee in her diaper. This time, the stream started out heavy and just kept flowing.
As Katie continued going wee wee in her diaper, she began to suck her thumb and move her legs around again. It was something of a habit for her.
Between thumb sucking and sips of her juicy, Katie finished going potty and began to feel sleepy eyed. As a teen she was, of course, able to fend off fatigue for long periods of time before it forced her to crash. As a toddler, though, all it took was a few minutes of heavy eyes, the motion of the car, and the warmth in her now thoroughly wet pull up to knock her out cold.
And so Katie slept for the rest of the 45 minute car ride, her legs wide open and resting one on each arm of her car seat. Amy smiled at how cute her baby sister was.
Finally arriving at the beach, Amy went to lift Katie out of her car seat. As she reached in to unbuckle the sleeping girl at the crotch latch, she noticed that Katie's diaper was bulging, and that someone had made a little pee pee during the ride. Without waking her, Amy lifted Katie up and took her to the nearest public rest room while the girls' mother sat in the car and drank what looked to be a mix of Coniac and psycho-stimulants.
In the restroom, Katie gently pulled Katie's shorts off, revealing her soaked diaper, removed the wet diaper, and put on some Little Swimmers swim diapers. These were not as absorbent as regular diapers, but they would suffice while the two played in the water. Amy then grabbed the lime green swim outfit she brought along and dressed her sister. Before they left the bathroom, Amy dressed herself in her favorite swim suit.
At this point, Katie was fully awake and excited to get into the water. The new diaper felt a little different to her, thinner, but that wasn't important right now! The two girls waded skittishly into the water at first but, not after long, were happily splashing each other and hopping around.
(I suppose anyone is free to jump in if they wish... )
