Katie's Issues: Chapter 2 by Narxn 08/28/00 Writers Note: This is a work of fiction and as such I have taken certain creative liberties in the world. It's just written for fun. Thanks and enjoy! Katie stood there, staring at the ground. Her diaper was VERY wet and she could feel it squashing against her skin. "Alright then," said her mother, "Lets go to your room. I'll change your diaper there." Katie followed her mother to her room, carrying a bag of Needs with her that her mother had had her take from the box she had bought. Once they reached her room her mother told her to take off her pants and socks while she got the bed ready. Katie did so while her mother opened the bag of diapers and took one out. She also unwrapped the box of baby wipes and took the powder out as well. When Katie got her pants off she waddled over to the bed and laid down on the pad as her mother directed. Once she laid down her mother undid the tapes on her diaper and opened it. The entire front half of the diaper and much of the back was soaked, and Katie was still dribbling a bit to boot! "My my, seems that we wet our diaper quite a bit, didn't we?" her mother crooned to her. Katie just shuddered and felt embarrased. Her mother cleaned her up and balled up the wet diaper, throwing it into the garbage can near Katie's bed. Then she unfolded the Need and put it under Katie, sprinkling baby powder all over her groin and bum areas. The inside of the diaper was pastel pink and the leak guards were pastel purple. Then she pulled the diaper up and fastened the tapes. "Oh, isn't that cute?" her mother said, gesturing to the slightly shiny tape that the tapes of the diaper fastened onto. It had cute little babyish patterns on it in pastel pink, purple, and yellow. And there was a line of pastel pink animals down the middle of the diaper down to just behind the middle of her legs, where it became a solid pastel pink line. "Mom, do you really have to, uh, change my diaper? I mean, I'm 16 years old. I really hate this, but I think I can change myself." Katie said in her defense, barley holding back tears. "Young lady, I am going to set some rules here. The first rule is that you may not change your own diapers. I or someone else will change them for you. Tomorrow is the last day of school, I will ask the nurse to change you. If you are at a friend's house, you will have their parent's change you. End of story. Second rule, from now and until you are out of diapers and unless you are at school or some place where you need to be dressed up, you will wear no pants at all. You will leave your diaper out for everyone to see." her mother said sternly. "But! But...you can't do that! It's...it's cruel!" Katie said, finally breaking down and crying, lying there on the bed in a t-shirt and a diaper. "Young lady, in case you haven't noticed, you are diapered like a baby! So, in that case, I intend to treat you like one. You deserve it, afterall. Consider this your punishment for wetting the bed and your pants so many times." her mother retorted sharply. Katie bit off a reply and mummured "Yes mom." Her mother took a bit of pity on her and helped her up and into her lap, cuddling her and drying her tears. "It's going to okay, honey. I'll take care of you. Now go downstairs and watch TV for a bit, I'm going to go make you some lunch." Katie nodded and sniffled a bit and began to walk downstairs. Her diapers, however, were so thick that she more waddled instead of walked, and they made a lot more crinkling and rustling noises than the one that the doctor had put on her. The rest of the day went pretty much as usual. Katie wet and messed her diapers often, and over the course of the day had to be changed about 5 or 6 more times. She spent the entire day in a t-shirt and a diaper, and her mother would come into wherever she was and ask her to stand up so she could check her diaper. She would go around it and look at the wetnesses and messiness indicators, then gently put two fingers inside the diaper to make sure. If Katie was still dry, her mother would praise her a bit and then let her get back to what she was doing. But if she was wet and/or messy, her mother would shake her head, take her by the hand, and drag her off to her room, changing her diaper quickly but cleanly. If she was especially messy, her mother would make her take a shower before she got a fresh diaper on. It was around bedtime that Katie was shocked again. Katie looked at her mother as the older woman checked her diaper one more time before bed. "Ok, now take off everything but your bra and your diaper." her mother said. "What? Why? I can dress myself for bed without your help!" Katie retorted, feeling like she was going to cry again. She hated her mother for doing this to her, for allowing her no dignity with her new found disability. "Young lady, I am going to have to check your diaper in the morning and halfway through the night, I do not want to have to lift a nightie up. You may wear your bra and your diaper to bed. That is all. And that is final. If you talk back to me anymore, you will get a spanking." her mother ordered her. Katie sighed and laid down in bed and pulled the covers over her, feeling the crinkle of her diaper against the crinkle of the plastic sheet on her bed. Her mother turned out the light and left the room, leaving Katie to drift off into a fitful sleep. Katie woke up twice during the night when her mother checked on her and found that her diaper needed to be changed. She also woke up the next morning to find that she was only a little wet, but very messy. It had, in fact, leaked a bit out the sides of her diaper and her entire bed smelt bad. She lay in fear a bit until her mother came up and changed her at around 6:30 in the morning. Her mother wiped up the bed a bit and said she'd clean the sheets later. THen she said, "Alright, Katie, now go get dressed for school while I pack some diapers and wipes into your bag so the nurse can change you." Oh my god, thought Katie, I have to go to SCHOOL in diapers! They're going to laugh at me, I'll never hear the end of it. My friends won't want to be with me anymore, and noone will ever want to go out with a girl who has to wear diapers. She slowly got dressed, dreading what was going to come. To be continued... [1] [Image]