Sabotage - Chapter 21

Serina stood in the kitchen, pants soaked, diaper sagging, and holding the new package of diapers, for longer than she meant to. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out what was happening.

‘I can hold it though, right? I’ve been timing it. Yeah, I had a few leaks...enough to fill up this diaper...but I always made it to the bathroom before I lost control. So why can’t I feel the accident coming on around Breanna? Does she have some sort of effect on me or something? She stresses me out but, what did dad mean when the doctor said stress incontinence wasn’t a thing? Also, can I really say I haven’t lost control? My walk home from buying weed, my leaks when that asshole was blocking my way to the bathroom...maybe...but something is definitely strange…’ she thought.

Eventually, she looked down at the puddle she was standing in and decided it was time to get clean. She waddled over to a roll of paper towels and started throwing them onto the floor so they could absorb her puddle, then wiped down her feet and ankles so she could walk without leaving a trail. She went to her room, carefully peeled off her soaked pants, and then paused again. Her diaper was completely soaked and sagging between her legs. It wasn’t very yellow, considering she had been drinking an absurd amount of water all day, but the fact that every inch of it was saturated with pee was not fun to look at. Slowly, she pulled at the waistband and lowered them onto the floor, careful not to drop them and have them explode with pee everywhere.

Then, she looked at her new package of diapers. A wave of emotions tornadoed in her body, but ultimately, she felt numb. She didn’t want to wear them, and she hated the fact that she was being forced to. But then, she couldn’t trust herself to be without them right now, whether or not Breanna had some influence on it. Eventually, she tore the corner of the package and pulled out a fresh pair. They were exactly the same as the ones from school, and she pulled them up without much hesitation. Finally, she pulled up some PJ bottoms and brought her pants to the washing machine for cleaning.

As Serina walked back to her room after dropping her pants in the machine, she paused before Breanna’s room. After a deep breath, she knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Breanna replied. Serina opened the door to see Breanna laying back in bed on her iPad. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Not much; how was school today?” Serina asked awkwardly.

“Fine. To be honest, you didn’t miss a load. I’ll send you the notes though, and there’s one little assignment that Mr. J posted online for us to-”

“Why do you think I’m only having these accidents around you?” Serina cut off Breanna’s school talk to get to the questions burning in her mind. Breanna was caught off guard.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know. I mean, you’re not though, right? You have had loads without me around. You told me about the walk one, and then your diaper leaked at school that one day-”

“First of all, it wasn’t a diaper. Secondly, it’s not a load. That’s like two-”

“Oh and when you shit yourself on the first day, I wasn’t around for that.” Breanna interrupted Serina this time, and she paused for a second, annoyed at the reminder of that accident.

“I mean, that was your fault anyway, but that’s not the point. Tuesday in front of the nurse’s office, you were there. I’m still 90% sure you made me wet the bed somehow Tuesday night. Yesterday you were there for every single one. The first one in the morning, the one in my diaper at lunch, the one in the doorway after school, and the bedwetting. And today, you were also there. So what gives?” Serina’s tone during the recollection went from annoyed to desperate. Breanna was stunned by the confrontation and unsure how to navigate it.

“I, uh, I really don’t know Rina. It’s probably just a coincidence.” Breanna’s heart was racing.

“I don’t think so. I think you’re involved somehow. The accidents are all different too; when I’m around you they just happen without warning, and when I’m away from you it’s always a result of me not being able to hold it anymore. All this bullshit about wanting to make this right, and you still are scheming against me. I thought we were going the right way Brea, but I don’t know anymore.”

“I don’t have anything to do with this!” Breanna elevated her voice, giving the performance of her life.

“I don’t believe you, Brea. And I don’t trust you.”

“What do I have to do to make you believe me?” Breanna asked, losing patience. Serina paused.

“Swear,” Serina crossed her arms.

“Swear?” Breanna questioned.

“Swear on it. Swear you have had no involvement in my accidents.”

“That’s it? You just want me to say ‘I swear’?”

“I don’t just want you to say it. I want you to mean it. Because you know if you swear and you’re lying, karma will find it’s way back to you.”

“That’s just superstitious bullshit, but if it’ll get you off my ass, then fine. I swear.”

“You swear what?”

“Oh my god. I swear I’m not involved in your accidents.”

Breanna rolled her eyes, annoyed, and waited for Serina’s response.

“I’ll accept it for now, but just know, I still don’t trust you,” Serina said, then left Breanna’s room for her own without closing either door. Breanna groaned and got up to close her door herself. When shut back into her room, Breanna’s mind was now the one racing.

‘She’s right, and she’s going to figure it out. These triggers are fun, but I need to be there, and she knows the difference between a real accident and a triggered one. I need to find something more...ongoing,’ Breanna thought and began searching for new hypnosis. After ten minutes of browsing, she found exactly what she was looking for: Total Incontinence. It was early, so she wouldn’t be able to test it out for several hours, and she experienced a moment of guilt while hovering over the download button.

However, she knew her choice was simple: Stop using the triggers and leave Serina alone (with the risk that Serina might get suspicious that suddenly, after their confrontation, she is back to normal), or make Serina incontinent and remove herself from suspicion. Breanna knew what she had to do, and hit download.