Sabotage - Chapter 13

Breanna managed to get a hold of her facial expressions and wiped the smile away from her face as she grabbed Serina and pulled her into a nearby, empty hallway. The urgency of the surrounding kids getting to class covered their escape slightly, but she was sure someone must’ve caught a glimpse of Serina.

“What’s going on? What did you do?” Serina whispered, the last remaining drops trickling down her leg and onto the floor.

“What do you mean, what did I do? I wasn’t even close to you!” Breanna argued.

“Well, you spiked my drink or something I don’t know!”

“Oh please. Tell me what I could have given you to make you piss yourself like this. Please. This was all you.”

Serina sat with Breanna’s words for a moment. She couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or not, but she knew she was right. There was no possible way any drug could’ve caused what just occurred; the complete, utter lack of control.

“What happened? Did you feel it? You must’ve felt an urge; that is no small amount of pee,” Breanna asked.

“I...I didn’t feel it. It was so strange. One second you were talking, and the next, there was like a chill. Then I didn’t even notice it happening until you pointed it out. At that point, I couldn’t do anything. My bladder muscles refused to work, I couldn’t even clench…” Serina’s mind was racing, as was her heart. She looked down at her legs. The accident was significant but not full-blown like her walk accident yesterday. She pulled at her pants to examine the damage. There was a long, thin streak down her legs and a small pooled patch on her butt and crotch. For a moment, she was thankful she wore looser jeans today, as tighter would have meant more fabric saturated with the pee and less just running down her leg to the floor.

“Come on; the halls are clear now. Let’s go to the Nurse.” Breanna grabbed Serina’s hand and tried to pull her out of the hallway, but Serina didn’t budge. Her head was hanging low, and Breanna could tell she was fighting back tears. Breanna’s heart sank, and she found herself feeling bad again.

“What’s wrong with me, Brea?” Serina asked quietly.

“Nothing is wrong. Just a few accidents, yeah? Everyone has them. I’ve had them! Now let's go-”

“But like...this is more than a few. This is too many. I’m fucking 18 years old, and I can’t stop pissing my pants. I can’t even feel when I need to go anymore!? What is wrong with me…” Serina sunk to a squat and Breanna lowered to her level.

“Look. This is my fault. I started this, and now it's like...in your head or something. You can shake it, I know it. But there is no point in getting stressed about it. Remember, you don’t want to be stressed?” Breanna tried to reason with her sister.

“I guess…” Serina said, muffled from her head being in her knees.

“So let’s go to the nurse, sort this out, and have a good day, okay? You and me. Let’s work this out. Together.”

Serina looked up at Breanna, her eyes sadly hopeful.

“Really?”

“Really. Now let’s go; we’re missing class.”

Breanna got to her feet and extended a hand to let Serina up. Serina looked at it for a moment, then took it, and got to her feet. The two carefully made their way to the nurse’s office, attempting to avoid any unwanted eyes on them. When they finally stepped in, Nurse Taylor was sitting at her desk. Breanna’s eyes went straight to the stocked shelf she saw yesterday and to the diapers sitting there.

“Girls! I would say I’m glad to see you again so soon, but if you’re in my office, it can’t be go-” Taylor’s gaze travelled to the pant legs of Serina. “Oh no. Serina, this has become a bit of a thing. Do you think maybe you should see a doctor?”

“I don’t need a doctor, just the pad and some pants.”

“Oh, I have some pants,” Breanna said, swinging her backpack around. “I thought...just in case.”

Serina’s eyebrow raised as she took the jeans Breanna pulled from her bag. They were a similar colour and distressed style as the wet ones, but skinny instead of baggy. She wanted to ask Breanna why she brought a pair of pants ‘just in case’, but knew that was a stupid question. She just wanted to know her motivation in doing it. Before she could think too hard on it though, she noticed Taylor walking to the stocked shelves.

“Look, my advice is you call a doctor, even just to ask what could be a cause. It’s a little bit beyond me, so I won’t try to diagnose but-”

“Don’t worry; I know why,” Serina snapped. Taylor looked at her, stunned.

“Oh really?” Taylor raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I had an accident yesterday and looked it up. Don’t worry.”

“Okay...well, there's been a slight change,” Nurse Taylor grabbed something from the shelf and kept it out of view from the girls. “Your accidents made me aware that we weren’t prepared to deal with kids with incontinence issues. And, as part of the principal’s new policy, any child who has been showing consistent accidents must be properly protected. Therefore…”

Taylor moved her arms from behind her back to reveal what she was hiding. Breanna already knew, but she couldn’t show it; she put her hand over her face again to hide the creeping smile. Serina’s face, however, turned pale.

“A diaper? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Serina moaned.

“Now, there is no need for language, but no, I’m not kidding. This is the way it is now,” Taylor said firmly.

Serina looked at the diaper, then to Taylor, then to Breanna, then the diaper again. It was a pull-up style adult diaper. One of the ones designed for old ladies; a thick pad in the middle and thin material wrapping around. She rolled her eyes, knowing there was no arguing, and yanked the diaper from her hand. She made her way to the changing room that she was becoming very familiar with and slammed the door behind her. Taylor cleared her throat.

“So,” Breanna started. “Can we get an excused late note?”

On the way back to class, Serina pulled and picked at the back of her tight jeans, the diaper now snug underneath.

“Are you sure it doesn’t show?” Serina asked Breanna, who looked again herself. It did show. Not a lot, but enough that you can tell there was more than just panty under those jeans. Of course, Breanna did this intentionally, picking a pair of jeans so tight that even she didn’t wear them anymore.

“It’s fine. Look, no one is going to be looking at your ass to find a diaper. They won't notice, and even if they did notice, they wouldn’t even know what it is or say anything. It’s fine.” Breanna explained.

“Yeah, I guess. I just don’t know why you made me go to the nurse when you had a spare pair of pants.”

“Yeah…” Breanna didn’t know how to respond, but just as she would have had to, they arrived at their classroom.

The teacher turned to them as they walked in.

“Ah, girls, I was wondering if we were going to see you today.”

“Yeah, sorry, here you go,” Breanna handed the teacher the Nurse’s note.

“Everything okay?” They asked. Breanna looked to Serina, then to the rest of the class, who were eagerly waiting to hear.

“Fine, just…family matter.”

Serina smiled, and the two sat next to each other on the opposite side of the room from their friends. The padding under her butt became extremely apparent once sat down, and Serina cringed.

Breanna looked around the room and saw Tyler. He was looking over to her, but when she caught his eye, he turned away. Her heart sank, and she looked back at the cause of their separation, Serina, who was shifting her padded butt in her seat.

‘Don’t worry,’ Breanna thought. ‘It won't be dry for long.’