The Sugar Baby (Chapter 18)

Chapter 18

The rest of the car ride was pretty uneventful. I sat quietly in my two diapers, the wet one giving off the faintest pee smell. We arrived at the beachfront motel and my mom went to the desk for our key. Gladly she didn’t drag me in, I still wasn’t wearing pants and I didn’t dare say anything to her about it. 

She found the room and waved to me to come to her. I looked around, there was one person sitting in a lawn chair that appeared to be asleep, but that was all. I took my chances, opened the door and quickly walked to the back of the car, my head on a swivel the whole time.

The trunk of the car swung open and I grabbed both  mine and my moms bags and used them to cover my diapers. I started walking swiftly to the room, when in the distance I heard a familiar voice.

???: Joanna!?

I turned slowly, my heart racing. I knew that voice anywhere.

Amber.

She was waving at me from the other side of the motel, so I tried to lift the bag a little bit to wave while still covering my diapers. 

Amber: Do you need help with that?!

Joanna: No thanks! I’ll see you out there in a bit okay!?

Amber: Okay!!

She turned away and strutted to the beach, relief rushed over me and I let out a massive sigh. I needed to get in the room fast, this wet diaper was feeling heavier than it had all trip.

I hustled inside and shut the door quickly behind me. 

Mom: Looks like you have a friend here?

I dropped the bags, no longer needing to hide my diapers.

Joanna: Yeah my friend Amber is here.

Mom: You guys should go out later, drink and have fun!

This was a trick, my mom never wanted me to go drinking.

Joanna: Really? I don’t think I should, you know…

Mom: Don’t let those diapers stop you hun, you need to live while you’re young! So go out tonight, I’ll even give you some money. 

I don’t know what game she’s playing, but I wasn’t buying it. 

Joanna: No mom, it’s fine. I don’t feel comfortable doing that. 

She walked right up to me, got right in my face and sneered.

Mom: You are going out, no matter what. So agree now and it’ll be one diaper, keep fighting and it’s gonna get harder to hide them under your dress, let alone hide your waddling around.

I swallowed hard. She was serious about me going out, probably so I could humiliate myself. She knew what would happen, I’d come back in a soaked diaper all sad and wasted, and she’d shame me more and tell me what a baby I am for pissing in my diapers. The hard part about that was it was well beyond a fantasy, I had no other choice but for that to be exactly what happens.

She placed some money in my hands and went into the bathroom to get beach ready. I looked, it was $100. I looked at it astonishedly, my mom had never given me this much cash at once, especially for booze.

And I thought you know what? Fuck it. If she wants me to go out and get plastered tonight, that’s exactly what I was going to do. Yeah sure I’ll have to wet my diapers, but I’ll be doing that anyways. It’ll be nice not to worry about lines at the toilet. What harm will having a free fun night out be?

My mom left the bathroom in her bikini, a beach towel draped over her shoulder.

Mom: Come on now, let’s change your diaper and get you to the beach. 

She motioned to one of the double beds in the room that I was expected to now lie down on for her to change me.

Joanna: I thought I could change myself?

Mom: That time I let you have a pass, this time I’m making sure it’s done right. 

Begrudgingly, I laid on the bed. It was no use arguing, she was going to get her way even if she had to wrestle me down into submission. So I just spread my legs, and let the humiliation continue. She quickly disposed of the wet one strapped to me and started removing the tabs on the dry one.

Before she could get it off, I felt something. A somewhat familiar feeling of late, the feeling of warm liquid flowing around my crotch. 

I jolted my hands to the diaper, stopping my mom from removing it. 

Mom: Joanna I have to get this one off if you want a- 

She stared at my diaper, then looked up at me. My eyes were wide open in shock, and my heart was practically stopped in horror.

I was pissing myself, a full on accident, and I didn’t feel a thing. No warning, no short desperation, nothing. I felt the same I did a minute ago, only now hot piss was erupting out of me. The hiss of pee filling every crevasse of the adult diaper was the loudest thing in the room, and my whole ass and crotch we’re now saturated with pee. Both booster pads were soaked through and the diaper beneath it, but unlike the goodnites, there were no leaks.

My mom scoffed at me. 

Mom: Are you done?

The trickles seemed to have stopped, so I nodded and blushed. 

Joanna: I think so…

Mom: What do you mean you think so?

Joanna: Mom…I can’t feel when I need to pee anymore.

Mom: Oh please, Joanna you just flooded a diaper and two pads. There’s no way you couldn’t have felt that.

Joanna: But but...I didn’t!! I think I’m incontinent Mom I’m serious!!

Mom: Joanna cut the act, I get it. You want to be in diapers. But I don’t need this BS “I’m incontinent” act. It’s not going to work for me, I know a little bit about incontinence from some family members.

Joanna: But I must be, I didn’t feel it!

Mom: There is no way you could be incontinent and be voiding that much liquid at the same time, it’s not physically possible. Most people with incontinence dribble slowly and leak little by little as their bladder is pretty much kept open. So you’re a good actress Joanna, but not good enough. 

She tore of the tabs and threw out the heavy soaked diaper. I laid back down, thinking. This must be the last phase in Daddy’s plan, me being incontinent. But, not regular incontinent, a more theatrical incontinence where I flood a diaper all at once. Just like how phase two messed with my ability to hold it, this phase just straight up took that out of the equation. I was forced to wear diapers, and not just any little diaper, but the thick ones like my mom got me. 

After wiping me dry and powdering me liberally, my Mom lifted my but and slid under another diaper.

Mom: Now that should be good enough for the beach to start, I don't want to waste more than one when you’ll be going in the water.

Joanna: What?

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