"Stupid big dumb idiot truck.." I thought, frustratedly trying to climb up into the vehicle that has no business being that high off the ground. Daddy had asked his brother to babysit me for the weekend, and it was always so boring. All he ever wanted to do was drive around and show off his dumb truck to the girls at his university, and I didn't have any choice but to be dragged along. Tired, but not wanting to be seen, I sneakily looked around the side of the truck to see what uncle was up to.
He was still busily flirting with a gorgeous sophomore girl, oblivious to my struggles. I stared over at them covertly, pouting jealously. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants that were very flattering to her long legs & defined bum. Paired with a crop sweater that showed off a cute belly button piercing with little heart, you continued to look on jealously.
I missed the days when I was allowed to dress like an adult. I used to make the boys drool just like her. My boyfriend Julian (who I now must refer to as daddy) had been no exception. I'd had him wrapped around my finger for a year until he finally asked me out. That was all before the accidents started though..
I winced internally, the painful memories of my decent into diapers flooded my mind. I remembered how it all started; with a scary movie on his new couch.. I could still see the disappointment and mild frustration on his face as he looked at the stain on his couch, almost as if it happened yesterday. Sadly, that couch was just the beginning. A series of accidents proceeded my first one in the weeks following. Each time the urge hit, my control seemed to slip a bit more.
The doctor was absolutely no help. After several tests he determined that there was nothing physically wrong with me. He suggested that it may be a psychological issue, and that I should try to lessen any stressful situations I could find myself in.
I was crying quietly in the passenger seat, feeling helpless to fix what was happening as my boyfriend drove us home from the doctors. A stream of urine escaped into my panties, but I was too preoccupied to notice. At the traffic light Julian looked over at me and started to say something until he noticed the faint smell of pee.
He sighed, knowing what had occurred before I even did, and pulled the car over in a nearby parking lot.
"Why are we stopping..?" I said, wiping tears away with my sleeve. He said nothing, but got out of the car and beckoned for me to follow. It was only as I got out of the vehicle that I noticed the state of my lower half. He opened the back door, laid down his jacket, and guided me by the shoulders into the backseat, laying me down gently onto the jacket.
"umm.. I- what is happening?" I said, starting to panic a bit.
"Just relax sweetheart," he said softly, brushing my hair behind my ear. "I'm going to take care of you." He leaned over and unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my legs. The smell of urine grew stronger as my drenched underwear was exposed. He tutted quietly to himself before removing those as well.
"I'm afraid these were your last pair of panties sweetie" he said gently, throwing them in a nearby trash can. My heart plummeted "what are you talking about?" I said, unable to mask the obvious worry in my voice.
"I'm afraid this is it sweetie. I'm going to have put you in diapers from now on." He said softly, pulling a bulky pack of of them from the trunk. Evidently he had expected something like this. "I know it's not what you want, but I'm going to take care of you. I promise." He opened the pack of diapers and began unfolding one, revealing a cute little cartoon character printed on the front.
It all seemed to happen so fast in the moment.. I felt my legs and bum lifted into the air then get placed back down onto the soft absorbent padding. Next thing I knew I was swaddled in padding that felt unreasonably thick between my legs.
The memories of these indicdents were burned into my mind vividly. I sighed longingly, wishing for my old life.. wishing I could be free of my portable padded prison, but far from getting any better, my accidents had only increased in frequency since being put back in diapers. This made it "difficult" as daddy said, for me to be trusted again with panties, or even pull-ups.
From that day onward, he no longer viewed me as an adult. He had informed me that though he still loved me, in his eyes, I was now no more than a cute overgrown toddler that he needed to look after. My adult privileges had vanished along with my sexy panties and lingerie. Too stained to donate, my boyfriend had decided to burn them all in the firepit once he had purchased me a few boxes of diapers to replace them.
Lost in my memories, I jumped with surprise as a cheery voice behind me said brightly "Hey little cutie, your uncle asked me to help you up into the truck while he goes to the washroom since you have to leave soon. Come round to this side where your car seat is sweetheart" it was the attractive girl he'd been flirting with. She had taken off her sweater to reveal a matching black tank top that made me blush with jealousy.
"I actually have to go to the washroom as well" I said, trying to sound confident so as to not to give anything away, but she laughed. "Don't worry sweetie pie, your unckie told me everything" she said with a hint of condescension.
I felt myself flush, tearing up and looking away quickly. Great.. just great...
"Oh honey I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you!" she explained softly "why don't you just let me help you into your car seat hmm?"
I couldn't help but feel embarrassed as she helped me scale the stupid lifted truck. I felt her hand press into the seat of my diaper, trying to help me finish climbing onto the seat. The diaper squished between her fingers and I yelped with surprise and indignation.
"Woah looks like this little girl need a change ASAP huh super soaker?" she said with smile, trying to suppress her laughter. My face burned with humiliation but how could I argue?
My uncle entered the drivers seat and buckled in as the girl strapped me into my car seat. "All ready girls?" he said, starting the engine "almost done handsome" the girl said with a flirtatious smile. Before finishing, she slid my skirt off and put it on the passenger seat. I opened my mouth to protest but before I could say anything she said "you might leak sweetie, this way I can keep an eye on you from the front while your Unckie Ethan drives us to the movies. He'll change you into a nice fresh diaper once we get there, so just hold tight for a bit ok?
My face still beet red, I nodded, unable to think of anything else to say. The girl climbed in the front seat next to my uncle, and I could feel her eyes on me the entire ride. Tears streamed down my face once again.
She was everything I wished I could be again. Grown up, confident, beautiful, and free to explore all the pleasures adulthood had to offer. She undoubtedly wore a pair of risqué panties underneath her yoga pants, and it seemed like uncle Ethan was doing his best to get in them.
A sense of overwhelming loss gripped me and the tears turned into heavy sobs. Since daddy saw me as a toddler now, he refused adamantly to do any "adult activities" with me.
"You're still my little girl," he'd say, kissing the top of my head. "And little girls need their daddies to take care of them, they don't need to think about yucky kissing and adult playtime." But this just made me want it so much more. I wanted to be his partner again, his equal. I wanted him to fawn after me like he used to, but now.. now I was just his responsibility. Just the pathetic little girl who needed to stay padded, else risk ruining more clothing and furniture...
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