The Sugar Baby (Chapter 17)

Chapter 17

Without a word, the employee behind the desk pointed to the isle with “Incontinence” in bold letters at the top. My mom smiled and thanked the man, then continued to drag me though the store.

When I finally looked up from hiding my face in shame, I saw what she was shopping for. Not goodnites, but diapers. Big, tape on adult diapers. 

Joanna: These ones are too big for me Mom, can’t I get like the little ones for bedwetting? I bet those would fit me better…

She just gave me a death glare and grabbed a package of diapers. They were maximum absorbency briefs, and by the looks of them they were most definitely the thickest on the racks. We started walking back to the till, my head and eyes down again. The back of my sweatpants were getting cold and sticking to my butt, and the dark wet spot on my light grey sweats was clear as day for anyone to see. She stopped right before we left the isle, and turned back without me. She grabbed another package of the same diapers, some baby powder, wipes, and saw something which were essentially pads to boost the diapers absorbency… just in case the diapers wouldn’t be thick enough.

When she was finally satisfied with her shopping, we got to the till and paid. I didn’t say another word and only looked to my feet. I had never been so humiliated in my life, no accident this week compared to the sheer embarrassment I felt in this very moment. What a funny sight it must’ve been for everyone in there, watching a slim, 20 something girl in wet pants getting diapers bought for her by her mother. It didn’t even dawn on me what would happen if I wore diapers instead of goodnites as part of the agreement. 

My mom looked to the clerk after we paid.

Mom: Do you have a bathroom in here? I need to change my daughter. 

My cheeks flushed red and they were burning hot. I was literally shaking and so close to bawling my eyes out, but I managed to keep it together. The clerk guided her to the back and my mom tried to take me into the bathroom with her.

Joanna: No!

Mom: Excuse me?

She couldn’t see I was already wearing diapers, that would’ve made things even worse. I needed to get in there alone and change. 

Joanna: I can do it. Please, you've humiliated me enough already. 

Her heated gaze burned into my skull and I thought for sure she was going to drag me in there and rip my wet pants off, but she instead grabbed the pack of diapers.

Mom: Fine. But you are going to wipe off all the pee, powder up lots, and put two of these little boosters into your diaper. I’ll check it’s all done when you get out, so don’t try to be funny with me.

Joanna: Okay Mom.

I turned around slowly and entered the pharmacy toilets, all my items in hand. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt such shame. 

Joanna: Is it really worth it Joanna. Is all this, worth it?

I stripped my pants and my goodnite dropped to the floor with a hard squish. The watch started its timer so I had to be quick, and I wiped off my legs and fast as I could. I unfolded the thick adult diaper and laid it down onto the floor, then placed the two booster pads inside. Carefully I lowered my bum into the thick layer of padding, and dumped powder all over my crotch and legs. The timer was in its last 20 seconds, so I rubbed it all around and pulled the front of the diaper over my waist.

They fit pretty nicely actually, and the padding was like a soft thick pillow to sit on. Once I was all taped up, I stood and looked at myself in the mirror once again. Now I officially looked like an adult baby. Standing there in the pharmacy bathroom in a thick diaper and a tshirt, I had never felt so small in my life. My diaper modeling came to a quick halt as the watch made some funny noise, so I looked at it.

Diapers Detected. Permanent Padding Protocol commencing. 

A shock similar to the one yesterday buzzed through my watch and up into my head. Uh oh. That can’t be good. The next thing it did was buzz with a text from daddy.

Hello Joanna, I got a notification that you’re now wearing diapers instead of your training pants. This is okay, but it is again accelerating the timeline of our agreement. Since we have twice gone much faster than the rate I intended, I will have to enforce a small penalty of $10,000 to your monthly pay. This is the last phase in my plan for our relationship, and it is by far the easiest to maintain. Just stay in the diapers and you should be fine. You should expect the first monthly payment at the end of the next week. Apologies, Daddy. Enjoy your weekend. 

Great, just when I didn’t think it could get any worse, I take a pay cut. Of course there was another phase, and of course it involved adult diapers. I should’ve saw this coming the minute Phase 2 started, but I was so caught up in the moment and in the training pants that I couldn’t think beyond that. 

I heard a banging on the door.

Mom: Let’s go Joanna! Aren’t you ready?

I got up and threw the goodnite in the trash, washed my hands and picked up my still soaked pants. I opened the door a crack without putting them on.

Joanna: is it possible for you to grab me some pants? These ones are wet…

Mom: Knownsense!

She grabbed my wrist and yanked me out the door, my pants still in my hand. She checked out my diaper, and when she saw it was to her liking she pulled me away. Through the pharmacy she just paraded me with wet pants, she was now parading me through in nothing but a thick adult diaper and a shirt. Now was when I started crying.

I heard a few “oh my gods” and “is she wearing diapers?”, but I didn’t dare look up to anyone. We finally got to the car and my mom opened the passenger door. 

Mom: Ah right, your puddle. I have an idea, why don’t you grab all your underwear and soak up this mess? You won’t me needing them anymore anyways.

Shit. I knew I should’ve packed some underwear, the only things I packed in that regard were the goodnites, and she couldn’t know about that. So I stood still while she opened the trunk for me.

Mom: Well go get them!

Joanna (under my breath): I don’t have any…

Mom: What?

Joanna: I said I don't have any! I didn’t pack any okay? I don’t like wearing it.

Her mouth dropped and she shook her head.

Mom: You little whore. You expect to wear sundresses and skirts but no underwear? What, were you begging to flash someone? Or did you always know I would put you in diapers like you belong?

I just stood still and didn’t even blink, let alone utter a word.

Mom: Well, I have a great idea then.

She went to the opened package of adult diapers and grabbed a fresh one. Then she unfolded it, and started soaking up the remnants of my accident on her leather seats with it. Once it was all soaked up, she walked over to me with the diaper in hand. In an instant, she threw it between my legs and taped it overtop of my fresh diaper.

Mom: There, that’ll do. Let’s go.

I sunk into my seat, now wearing one clean and one used diaper, not to mention two booster pads. I could hardly close my legs, and walking without waddling was out of the question. We started back driving and my mom gave me the rules.

Mom: You will wear your diapers at all times, day and night. If you need to use the washroom you can ask me, and if I’m feeling nice I’ll let you use the potty like a big girl. Otherwise you’ll use your diaper. I will be the only one with the diapers, so if you want a change you ask me. You will wear whatever I give you, so if that means you wear two diapers or three, you do as I say. Understand?

Joanna: Yes Mom.

I said that so quietly under my breath, my head still hung in shame and my tears starting to dry.

Mom: Good, now let’s have a fun time at the beach. I’m sure those diapers are perfect for swimming!

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