Piper's Pull-Ups: Pt. 4
Here it is, almost a year later!
The Piper regression part of the Pull-Ups saga.
No idea if this will be the last chapter or not, because there's not really a solid plot going on here, lol.
PJOABDL
Piper locked herself in the bathroom of her girlfriend's house, which also doubled as the place of her employment, which tripled as an in-home daycare. The Goodnite she'd put on this morning per her fetish was now very wet thanks to how scared the little girl Helena had just made her.
That was not normal.
The way Helena had spoken, the look in her eyes—it was like she knew what Piper was thinking, like she was reading her soul. Asking her if she wanted to be a little girl again, as in a true little girl, not a teenager engaging in ageplay, as if she knew that had Piper had been fantasizing about such a thing…it creeped Piper out.
As for running into the bathroom, yes, Piper had wanted to escape the unnerving child, but she did also have to use the potty. On top of having just peed, there was the telltale pressure in her lower abdomen that told her she needed to go poo-poo.
Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Piper turned to walk the three steps to the toilet, only to end up screaming at the sight of Helena standing right there next to her. Of course, the jump scare eliminated Piper's need to use the potty, since she just went potty in her Goodnites. Her bowels had emptied in one go, and the warm, gooey mess was caked throughout her buttcrack, only lightly pushing against her pull-ups thanks to how soft it was in consistency.
Piper was staring at Helena with wide eyes. The door was shut, it was locked, and this child had not followed her into the bathroom. So just how-?
It clicked in Piper's mind in an instant. "You're not human."
"And you just went poo-poo," Helena said.
Piper blushed, both at the childish vernacular being used on her and at the fact she'd been found out. The demigoddess ignored this and steeled herself, ready to fight in her messy pull-up. "Alright, then. Who are you and what do you want?"
With the kind of serious look that did not belong on a little girl between four and five with her shirt slightly tucked into her Luvs diaper, Helena said, "I'm Hebe. Goddess of youth."
With that revelation, Piper knew right then that she could be in some very serious trouble. Hebe was one of the rare the daughters of Zeus and Hera, rare because the great majority of Zeus's children came from out of wedlock, but what that meant to Piper was that this was the divine big sister of the boy she had dumped a few months ago, and arguably got killed a month ago.
Gods were nothing if not petty and irrational, and they could execute great vengeance with the loosest of justifications. If Hebe was here because she bore a grudge against Piper because she viewed Jason's death as her fault, then Piper was in really deep doodoo. The amount in her underwear notwithstanding.
Then Piper was struck with the realization that the bubbly little girl's whose poopy diapers she had been changing for three weeks was actually a goddess. She'd been changing the diapers and wiping the butt of a goddess for almost a month.
Strangely, that brought a little bit of comfort to Piper. If Hebe had a bone to pick with her, why wait for all this time? Why not confront her three weeks ago when she started her job? This made Piper think that maybe this wasn't going to be an altercation.
Hebe had asked Piper if she wanted to be a little girl again, take a break from her teenage responsibilities of going to school, going to work, having to do homework, projects, and study for tests, and just embrace the simple life of a child, where she got to go to daycare, eats snacks, take naps, and not even have to worry about the potty. She could just go in her diaper and wait for someone to come along and change her.
Piper could certainly use a change right now. She hated the soft, mushy kind of poop that squished and oozed everywhere inside her diapers. She liked the firm, solid kind of poop that made a nice bulge, and didn't squish so easily. That's what she got for having greasy fast food, though.
"A-Alright," Piper said a little shakily. "Have you always been Hebe, or are you just now, uh, inhabiting Helena's body?"
"No, I've always been Hebe. Thanks for changing my diapers."
"You're welcome?" Piper answered a bit awkwardly.
What exactly were you supposed to say to a goddess that thanked you for changing her diapers?
That had to be some kind of oxymoron, a goddess pooping in diapers and having a mortal change them.
Well, actually, when you put it like that, that sounded exactly like something a goddess would do. Use that divine status to be so lazy and irresponsible as to not use the toilet, and then place the responsibility of wiping her filth upon a lowlier being like a servant.
Not that Piper considered herself to be a lowly servant, but that was easily how any divine being could view her. Well, that was actually how a lot of gods viewed mortals, especially demigods. Just a bunch of available labor they could assign tasks to because they were too lazy to do them themselves, and since they were gods, they could not be refused without great personal risk.
Not all gods were like that, though, as proven by the reformed Apollo.
At least, Piper hoped he was reformed, and would stay reformed.
"You're nervous," Hebe noted.
"Uh, yeah. I am. Why has the goddess of youth been masquerading as a little girl and letting me touch her privates as I change her diapers?"
Hebe's face turned a shade of gold as her golden blood rose to her cheeks. "Well, I had originally come just to tell you thanks for humiliating my husband. I love him…kind of…but it gets very old hearing him constantly complain about how all he does is serve as a doorman to a door no one ever tries to open."
It took Piper a second to remember that Hebe's husband was Heracles, which was another classic example of Greek god incest because they were both children of Zeus. When Piper recalled that, she made the connection back to the Giant War when she and her friends had to pass through the Strait of Gibraltar, and to do that they had to get passed Heracles. They had to do a task for him, which he said was usually something easy, like bringing him a coconut, but when she and Jason revealed that Jason was the champion of Juno and their whole quest was more or less an instruction from Juno, Heracles instantly turned sour thanks to thousands of years of bad blood, and so he charged Jason and Piper with having to be a couple of assholes to the pour river god Achelous by severing his remaining horn.
Which turned out to be cornucopia, and Piper had used its power to generate endless food to bury Heracles in a pile of pineapples for being a huge jerk to them.
The whole Heracles debacle was truthfully a monstrously demoralizing event. The son of Zeus was regarded as one of the most heroic, powerful, and legendary demigods to have ever lived, with a massive list of feats and accomplishments, a number of which involved helping the gods with so many issues and problems, namely the First Giant War. Then, for all the great help Heracles provided the gods, their reward to him upon his death was to make him a minor god, give him his big sister to be his fourth wife, and toss him into the opening of the Mediterranean to be, as Hebe said, a doorman to a door no one ever used.
It was sobering, demoralizing, and downright angering.
To have given so much of your life to the gods, and their return for your efforts was to toss you away and cast you aside.
Piper could honestly say she was experiencing that for herself, and also watching it happen to her friends. You know, her and her father's lives were ruined by Caligula, with Tristan's hard-earned fame and fortune being destroyed by false records of tax fraud, and now they lived in Tahlequah, with Piper going to public school and working at a daycare, and Tristan was working two full-time jobs for 72 hours a week—for all that Piper had done for the gods in the Giant War, they were nowhere to be found in helping her and her father during their crisis.
And Jason was dead.
And Percy had been sent to alternative school because truancy was a thing and no one thought to cover for him, not any of the gods, and not even Chiron, weirdly enough.
Piper hadn't talked with Leo since he flew back to Indianapolis, since communications were still spotty, but she hoped he was okay. Leo had been officially missing for the whole Fall semester after the Giant War, and then he randomly popped back up in the middle of the Spring semester, so Piper was hoping that those two ladies at the Waystation could do something for him to where he also didn't get sent to alternative school for truancy.
Then there were their general futures.
Even if Percy and Annabeth made it through college and got degrees, that still wasn't a guarantee of employment, or a living wage with whatever job they got. Leo wanted to be a mechanic with his own shop, but his own shop required money to open and fill with equipment, and then enough clientele to keep operational. Piper had no idea what she wanted to do with her life, but it didn't involve daycares, that was for sure. To that end, where would the gods be? For all that the demigods had given for them, what kind of a bone would the gods throw their way?
If any at all.
"And then?" Piper prompted the pint-sized goddess.
"Then my domain took over and I rather enjoyed being a child to be taken care of."
Piper blinked. "And now?"
Hebe's countenance shifted into a careful mask of calm neutrality. What she was really thinking, Piper didn't know. "What happened between you and Jason."
Oh.
Oh, shit.
And not just what was in Piper's pants.
That previous uncertainty regarding the fickleness of the gods came back, and now Piper felt like she was walking on thin ice with shoes that had thermal bottoms. To that point, figuring that lying to the youth goddess would not be a good idea in the slightest, Piper told the truth as best she could.
"I don't know, really. We moved back to Malibu after the war ended, both of us happy and excited to start a normal life together going to school and going on Friday night dates, but time passed and I…I don't know. I just didn't feel the same anymore. I was unhappy, beating myself up, mentally torturing myself because I couldn't figure out why I was unhappy, until one day it just hit me: for no reason I can explain, my feelings had changed. I didn't feel like Jason was a romantic partner anymore, but my best friend, and when I realized that, I felt so much better. Also in there somewhere was that my interests had started to shift. I started looking at girls differently.
"Of course, then came the hard part of telling him that, breaking up with him despite everything we'd been through, confessing that I was having, you know, gay feelings, and it went horribly. It was my first time breaking up with someone, and I didn't know how to do it, so I just did it. We shouted, we cried, we broke each other's hearts…and Caligula and Medea came after my dad, that got to me, I was stressed, and instead of being able to talk things back over with Jason and reach closure, I was at his throat, using him as my emotional stress relief.
"When the fires started and the Burning Maze popped up, we tried to put our differences aside and step up as heroes. You know, do our duty as demigods. Jason ended up finding the Oracle that Caligula had captured, got the prophecy that if we continued going after the emperor that one of us was going to die, and then he closed himself off to me. He was protecting me, since I was slated to be leaving for Tahlequah soon, and despite how I'd been treating him those past weeks, he wasn't going to tell me the prophecy. He was going to let me leave and live my new life here, and basically die in my place as he offered himself as the only candidate for the prophecy."
Piper sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tried to stop the tears from coming back.
"I wanted to punch him in the face after he finally told me that prophecy, and then I wanted to go hang myself. Everything I'd said and done, and he was still willing to die for me. Lay down his life for me. And he did. And I couldn't do anything. That damn horse Incitatus rammed my face and busted my mouth so bad I couldn't speak, so there went my charmspeak, and being on the opposite side of the boat, I couldn't get to Jason and help him in his fight with Caligula. Now Jason's dead, and I'm here in Tahlequah."
"Wearing a Goodnite soaked with tee-tee and full of poo-poo."
Piper blushed and nodded.
Yes, the great foil to all these heavy internal monologues and this painful trip down memory lane was that Piper was stinking up the bathroom with the stench of her dirty pull-up.
Hebe slightly tilted her head to the side in a way that would've been adorable for a little girl, except it was unnerving given her stoney expression and serious demeanor. "Why did you mourn for him?"
Piper jerked back slightly. "Excuse me?"
Hebe stared at her. "Most mortals can only conceive of life after death through faith alone. They have to bridge that gap of what they can and cannot see with belief. You don't have to. You know the Underworld exists, and you know of its five sections: Tartarus, Punishment Fields, Asphodel, Elysium, and the Isles of the Blessed. You know that Jason is in Elysium following his good life, meaning you know that he is in a, quite literally, better place. So, why did you mourn for him?"
Piper was so shocked and flabbergasted by the seemingly insensitive question that she couldn't form a response.
Why did she mourn for her ex-boyfriend? The boy with whom she shared so many personal secrets and details? The boy whose arms she cried in, the boy that she snuggled up with for naps, the boy that had saved her life so many times, and eventually laid down his life for her so that she may live? Just because she broke up with didn't mean she hated him. She had actually wanted to build a whole new relationship with him, one as best friends, but she never got the chance.
Hebe continued. "I am certain that you didn't mourn his absence whenever he went to the bathroom, or retired to his cabin for the night, or whenever he had to go to a different class than you. You didn't mourn because you were going to see him again. Likewise, when you die, unless you do something horrible in your remaining years, you will see him again in Elysium. So, knowing that you will see him again, why did you mourn? Does the length of time dictate the need of mourning?"
Oh.
Hebe wasn't being a dick. She was being a goddess. She was being the kind of higher entity that struggled to understand the inner workings of human beings, and so was trying to get a grasp on things. That made sense to Piper; gods were notoriously detached from humanity and the passage of time, proven by Apollo, and so their comprehension of temporal beings was limited.
To a goddess who had lived for thousands of years, and would probably live for thousands more until Jesus came back or something, a human in mourning because they wouldn't see a loved one for a few decades didn't make sense.
Decades didn't mean much to a being that blurred centuries together.
However, to that point, Piper could answer.
"For us, it does," she said. "To us mortals, not being able to see our loved ones for so many years hurts. Not being able to talk to them, to share stories with them, to go on adventures with them, hang out with them—stuff like that. Yes, it is comforting to know that I'll see Jason again in Elysium, but until that time…" Piper sighed. "There are things I wanted to do with him here, in this life. Things I wanted to say. Now it's just a waiting game, I guess. Use however much time I have left to live the best life I can."
Hebe considered this. "I see."
Piper stood there a little awkwardly, still deftly aware of the sloppy, goopy mess in her underwear filling out her buttcrack and steadily giving her a diaper rash. Her butthole was getting almost unbearably itchy and stingy.
Hebe must've been reading Piper's thoughts, or maybe because she was getting tired of the smell, too, because she lifted her hand and proceeded to change Piper's Goodnite. The demigoddess floated into the air, making her yelp in surprise, and then her shoes, socks, and shorts came flying off her body to hover in the air. The sides of her Goodnite were torn, and the stinky garment was removed from her butt with a nasty schlorp sound.
Piper was certainly humiliated and embarrassed, and also violated. The goddess had just stripped her naked without so much as an advance warning. Now the Cherokee girl had her poopy butt and vagina on full display, and she couldn't say she was happy about that. She had shaved a few days ago and so her mound was dotted with stubble, while her bottom was covered in her sloppy poop.
Call it feminine pride, or maybe it was because she was the daughter of Aphrodite, but Piper did not like it when people saw her butt slathered with her fecal material. She didn't even like when Jason changed her dirty diapers. If she was going to poop herself, it was when she was by herself and could shower.
Call her weird, but that was how Piper liked to do things.
However, Hebe wasted no time in cleaning Piper's butt. She waved her hand at the box sitting on top of the lid to the toilet tank, and started pulling out flushable wet wipes. Then she more or less molested Piper using her divine powers when she had wipe after wipe clean the girl's privates of her mess until she was sparkling clean. Hebe moved all the dirty wipes into the dirty Goodnite, then rolled the garment into a neat ball and dropped it into the diaper genie next to the toilet.
Hebe conjured a Goodnite out of thin air, this one featuring the older design of the large butterfly on the front and the flowers, hearts, and peace signs all over. She opened it with her powers and slipped it into place over Piper's butt, redressed her in her clothes, and then set her down.
"I don't really like the modern pattern," said the goddess. "The pastel rainbow and the flowers just don't do it for me. I like the older patterns better."
"Th-thanks," Piper stuttered, not sure what else she was supposed to say the youth goddess for unexpectedly changing her diaper.
"You're welcome," Hebe said cheerily. "Now, back to my earlier question…would you like to be a little girl again?"
And back to Piper's earlier reaction, she was suddenly self-conscious. "I-I mean…"
Hebe smiled. "It wouldn't at all be permanent. Just for three days I would make you my 'age,' as in four-and-a-half. You would go to daycare here, and spend your days as an attendee. You could wear diapers, or pull-ups for potty training, or panties if your would like, and then have the evenings to be with your dad. No monsters, no homework, no worries, no stress. It'd be a vacation."
Piper shifted. Thankfully her butthole was no longer stinging and itchy, so that was nice. "I…I don't know. I mean, what about my classmates and teachers? I'd be in trouble for truancy-"
"Mist," Hebe said simply. "I'm a goddess. I can also handle your dad and Ms. Sandra."
"…what about Shel?" Piper asked hesitantly.
"That's up to you. Would you want her to be your babysitter, or would you want her to be your little friend?"
"Uh…hm." Piper honestly had to think about that. If she accepted Hebe's offer, would she want Shel as her playmate, or her baby sitter to pick her up and coo at her?
"How about a day of experimentation?" Hebe offered. "The first part of the day she'll be your little friend, and the second part of the day she'll be your babysitter. That way you can decide which version you like more. Or maybe you'll find you like that specific system."
"That does…sound like a good idea," Piper said thoughtfully. "What's the catch? Why are you doing this for me?"
"Why do you think there is some kind of catch?"
Piper couldn't help but be brutally honest. "Because that's always how these work. There's always some hidden trap in an offer like this, something in the fine print that goes along the lines of After giving you this thing, I will come back for you at the most inconvenient time imaginable to demand a service."
Hebe snorted. "Well, if that's how you want to think about it, then consider your services already rendered."
Piper blinked. "Huh?"
"You truthfully answered my questions about my little brother and your emotions regarding him. You humiliated my husband and got him to shut up for a few months. And these past three weeks you have been changing my diapers and wiping my poopy butt. For all of that, I offer my thanks in this way."
Piper couldn't help but blush a little bit. It was still so weird to think that little Helena, the little four-and-a-half-year-old that still wore diapers because she peed and pooped herself so much and didn't want to use the potty, was actually a goddess that was thousands of years old. When she stopped and thought about it, though, suddenly it made so much sense as to why Helena's parents weren't concerned with Ms. Sandra's diaper tax, nor were they worried about their daughter reaching kindergartner age and was still going potty in her pants: Helena's parents weren't even real.
Just figures made by the goddess.
Kinda scary, really, that a divine being could just make false beings like that.
"So how about it?" Hebe asked. "Would you like a few days to be a stress-free, worry-free, completely irresponsible little girl with your girlfriend spending half the day as your playmate, and the other half as your babysitter?"
Seeing no downsides, Piper made her decision. "Yes, please."
Hebe smiled warmly. "You got it, baby girl."
The goddess glowed, Piper averted her eyes, and when the glow faded and she opened her eyes again, everything was bigger.
No, not bigger. She was just smaller.
Little Piper had to jump up from the floor to the sink counter to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was definitely a little girl again, standing at about three feet tall, maybe a few inches above. She was a lithe and spry little one, with very little pudge on her, but she was by no means malnourished. She had the build of a child that loved to play outside, running and climbing on things.
Her hair was the same, messy brown with a small braid going down either temple with a little feather in each. She still had her orange camp t-shirt and denim shorts, but her shoes had been turned into a pair of sturdy pink sandals that had certainly been through their fair share of dirt.
Since her underwear didn't feel like panties, Piper undid her shorts and gasped a little. She was wearing a pull-up, but it wasn't the Goodnite Hebe had put on her and then shrunk to fit her frame, but an actual child's pull-up. More specifically, a Pampers Easy-Up that had Rainbow Dash hugging Pinkie Pie on the front, and then stars and rainbows all over.
The reason why Piper has gasped was because she was surprised. She had grown up in Pampers, having worn Pampers Cruisers as a baby and toddler, Easy-Ups for potty training, and when she started wetting the bed the first time in her life, she wore Underjams. This was long before Pampers discontinued the Underjams and brought out the crappy Ninjamas. There was something to say about how Hebe knew that Piper was a Pampers girl.
Piper had no time to contemplate how invasive it was that the goddess had probably looked through her memories to see what her childhood padding was, because there was a knock at the bathroom door that made her flinch and jump from the counter.
"Piper?" Ms. Sandra's voice called from the other side. "Are you okay in there, sweetheart? Did you make a mess? Need some help?"
"Uh, nope! I'm fine!"
Not really thinking so much as doing, Piper ran over to the potty, flushed it, and then threw the door open. She paused at the sudden height disparity between her and her girlfriend's mom. Where they used to be the same height, now Piper's three-foot stature only brought her eye-level with the woman's bellybutton.
"See?" Piper said as she recovered. "Ta-da!"
Another thing Piper noticed was how squeaky her voice was at the age of 4.5. It was weird to hear after speaking so long with her teenage voice. She didn't realize how much it had changed over the years.
Ms. Sandra raised a brow. "You flushed and then opened the door awfully fast. Did you wash your hands?"
"Um…"
"Did you even use the potty, or were you just dancing like you were last time, and I can expect you to have an accident in a few minutes?"
At the sound of giggling, Piper looked past Ms. Sandra's legs and saw her girlfriend Shel, only Shel was in miniature like she was. Shel was also not wearing any pants, only a powder blue Frozen t-shirt with Elsa and Olaf on it, and her toddler diaper was on full display. It looked like a Huggies Little Movers with Mickey and Minnie Mouse on it.
Piper didn't know what she was supposed to say, but considering this was supposed to her gift from Hebe, a vacation where she didn't have to worry about a thing and could be a completely irresponsible little girl, Piper decided to just shrug. "I don't know."
Ms. Sandra hummed. "Could you turn around, please, ma'am?"
Piper turned around, and she felt her shirt be lifted and the back of her pants get tugged out as Ms. Sandra checked her for poop. Then Ms. Sandra reached around, unbuttoned Piper's shorts, and shimmied them down to her ankles.
"One foot, please. Good girl. The other foot. There. Now it'll be easier to see when you need to be changed."
Piper couldn't help but giggle at the "when" she needed to be changed, as if it were inevitable that she was going to end up soiled.
Ms. Sandra rolled her eyes as Piper giggled. Now clad in just her shirt, Easy-Up, and sandals, the woman gave her a small pat on her butt. "Alright, sweetheart, go play."
Piper wasted no time in scampering over to Shel, plopping down next to her.
Shel released a happy squeal as she threw her arms around Piper's neck and gave her a huge, wet, slobbery kiss on the cheek. Piper returned the kiss with one just as wet and slobbery, only on the mouth.
The girls had an assortment of toys, though they stuck to the Barbie dolls. Only they used them in the same way boys would use action figures. Piper and Shel smashed their Barbies into each other, making sound effects with their mouths, getting spit and slobber down their chins and shirts.
It wasn't too much longer that Shel stopped as The Look came across her face. She stood up, squatted, and scrunched her face up. A second later, there was a soft, muffled crackling as the seat of her diaper dropped a few inches to the ground with a big, firm, hunk of poop. With a satisfied sigh, Shel sat back down on her messy butt, and a look of wonder crossed her face.
"Woah~," she gasped.
Little Shel then started bouncing up and down, trying to mash the big turd into a flat patty.
"Let me try!" Piper offered.
Shel stuck her dirty diaper butt into Piper's face, and Piper reached up to firmly grab and press Shel's diaper. Piper felt the huge poop mold into the shape of Shel's buttcrack like old playdough, making them both giggle. After Piper was done, it was still obvious by the lump and the smell that Shel had a dirty diaper, but it was now much flatter than when Shel had initially pooped.
After Piper was done playing with Shel's diaper, she felt the need to poop. Without a moment of hesitation or a care in the world, Piper stood up and relaxed. Her mess vacated her colon in one go just like before, and also just like before, it was warm and sticky, only making a small bulge because its soft consistency led it to fill out the space of her little butt.
When Piper sat down on her Easy-Up, there was definitely a lot of squishing and spreading. It tickled, the feeling of her mess oozing over her private areas, and a feeling like bubbles popping against her as the little air pockets collapsed as her poop filled out every inch of free space available.
"Can I see?" Shel asked.
Piper stood up and proceeded to stick her own stinky butt into her little girlfriend's face, and Shel pressed and poked in awe that Piper had made such a huge poopy.
After playing with each other's bulging padding, the girls returned to their actual playing, stinking up the playroom with their messes. Funnily enough, Piper didn't feel a rash coming on this time despite how her poop was the same consistency as her previous load. Must've been part of Hebe's blessing: no diaper rash.
The girls played for a good long while in their dirty diapers before Ms. Sandra came to check them, and she wasn't at all surprised to find that Piper had pooped herself. She carried Piper to the changing table, poking and teasing her as she changed the little one's Easy-Up. Instead of grabbing another one of those from Piper's cubby, Ms. Sanda instead pulled out a Pampers Cruisers that had the babified Sesame Street characters on it. Piper didn't complain or say anything. She was looking forward to experiencing how a proper baby diaper felt on her smaller body.
She didn't know what she was expecting, giving how she'd worn plenty of youth-sized and ABDL diapers, but the Pampers did feel different since it only had the two tapes instead of four. It was a perfect, snug fit on Piper's almost-five-year-old butt, so that was awesome.
After Shel got her diaper changed, it was off to the highchairs for lunch, and then to the cribs for naptime. Ms. Sandra put the girls down in the same crib and tucked them in under a large, soft blanket. After giving them a couple of pacifiers, she left them to take their nap.
When Piper was woken up some time later, she blearily opened her eyes to see it was Shel that was gently shaking her, only she was a teenager again.
"There she is," Shel cooed. "There's my favorite baby in the whole wide world. Let's get you up and out of this crib so we can play a little before your daddy picks you up. Sound fun?"
Piper yawned, still getting the sleep out of her system, but she nodded.
Shel reached into the crib and picked up the little girl, and she discovered something. "That's one very wet diaper you have there, baby. Let's get that changed for a fresh one before you spring a leak!"
Piper giggled at Shel's tone, but she actually appreciated what this meant: she was still a bedwetter. She had gone to sleep in a dry diaper, and was woken up to find it soaked. It wasn't life-changing information, as plenty of little girls halfway between four and five still had nighttime accidents, but it was still a thing Piper noticed.
Shel set Piper on the changing table and changed her diaper, tickling and teasing her as she wiped Piper's crotch of the stale urine. Piper couldn't but blush a little as Shel cleaned her diaper area, because Shel was effectively getting more action now than she ever did when they were both teenagers, as Piper had only let Shel touch the outside of her padding.
Shel pulled another Pampers Cruisers baby diaper from Piper's cubby and taped it into place on the girl's butt. "There we go! Can you say, All done?"
"All done!" Piper giggled.
"What a big girl!"
Piper couldn't help but roll her eyes. "You know I'm almost five, right?"
"Yep, but you're an almost-five-year-old that still poops in diapers. Besides, you like it when I use baby talk on you."
Piper blushed again because that was true.
PJOABDL
Teenage babysitter Shel was definitely different than little playmate Shel.
Babysitter Shel was much more handsy, in that she liked to hold Piper in her lap, have tickle fights, toss her around in the air, blow raspberries in her tummy, play with her hair, doing it up in different styles, and also pick her up and carry her around just because.
Basically, babysitter Shel was the mommy Piper never got to have, and she really liked having a doting mommy.
Piper learned that Shel was still incontinent in this altered reality, firstly because there were plenty of times in which the teenager's shirt rode up and the pink waistband of her MegaMax diaper was visible, secondly by the smell when Shel pooped herself, and thirdly when Ms. Sanders came to check Shel and Piper's diapers, finding that Shel had made a mess while Piper was still dry.
And also Piper got to be a big girl by helping with Shel's diaper change when Ms. Sanders sent her to Shel's room to get one of Shel's adorable Bunny Hops diapers. Ms. Sanders diapered her daughter and withheld her jeans, leaving her in the same state as Piper: just a t-shirt and their crinkly undies.
Another Piper quickly learned about her little vacation was that there weren't any other babies in the daycare. It was just her, Ms. Sanders, and Shel.
It was quite nice.
Eventually, Tristan came to pick up his baby girl.
"Daddy!" Piper squealed when she saw her dad round the corner to the playroom after being let in by Ms. Sanders.
The almost-five-year-old jumped out of Shel's lap and ran across the playmat, leaping at her dad who caught her and spun her around with a laugh.
"There's my princess!" Tristan exclaimed. "Did you have a good day? I see you aren't wearing shorts or one of your Easy-Ups. Again."
Piper couldn't help but snort at the deadpan way her dad said "again."
Ms. Sanders came over. "She was a good girl. I let her try to go to the potty all by herself earlier today, only she just danced around like last time and pooped herself. I figured that was going to be the pattern, so I changed her into a diaper and left her shorts off so I could tell when she needed to be changed."
"I see," Tristan said simply, apparently completely unbothered and nonplussed that his daughter, as "old" as she was, intentionally pooped in her pants and was put in diapers for the day. "Thank you."
He directed his attention to Piper. "I suppose you don't have to go potty right now, do you?"
"Nope!"
"Will you have to go potty in ten minutes?"
"I don't know."
"Of course. Well, let's get your shorts back on and head out."
"I've got them!" Shel came over, completely unashamed to be seen by Tristan in just her t-shirt and bunny diaper.
"Thank you, Shel," Tristan said in a way and with a look on his face that told Piper this was not the "first" time he had seen Shel with her diaper showing.
One leg after the other later, and Piper was wearing her little denim shorts from earlier. It wasn't expressly obvious that a big girl her age was wearing a diaper, because a baby diaper obviously wasn't as big and bulky as a teen or adult diaper, but if Piper bent over or raised her arms high to stretch, and her shirt rode up, then there was a generous amount of her diaper that became visible thanks to how tall the waistband was.
Piper said her goodbyes for the day, giving Ms. Sandra a big hug around the neck after the woman stooped low enough for Piper to reach, and Shel scooped Piper up to give her a big hug and kiss on the cheek.
Then, feeling cheeky, after Shel set Piper down, Piper motioned with her hand for Shel to lean down.
"Hm?"
When Shel dipped within range, Piper got behind her and gave the teenager's diaper butt a very firm smack.
Shel actually jumped forward and yelled, her hands flying to her stinging seat. Even through a diaper as thick as a Bunny Hops that had hurt!
Piper ran away laughing, Tristan and Ms. Sanders rolling their eyes.
Tristan strapped little Piper into her car seat, and drove away from the in-home daycare. Instead of driving back out to the country where their farmhouse was, he instead went to the local Walmart.
"We need a few things for dinner tonight," Tristan informed his inquisitive little missy as he got her out of her car seat. "We also need to get you some more diapers if you're not going to be using the potty. We only have half a package left at home."
Ah.
That was certainly news to Piper.
Tristan picked her up and carried her on his hip with one arm as he walked to the entrance of the store. Inside, he pulled a buggy free and made to set Piper into the basket, but she kicked her legs and shook her head.
"Wanna walk!" she insisted.
"Okay," Tristan said. "When your feet start to get tired, let me know, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy!"
Due to the floor arrangement of the Tahlequah Walmart, a place I've never actually been to so I'm just basing it off the Tesco that Just4n0th3rUs3r (aka Mama) frequents when she needs to buy more Drynites to manage her poopy nighttime accidents, the meat section was closest to the entrance, so that's where Tristan went first, little Piper holding onto the side of the buggy.
When Piper saw they were going for the meats, she instantly stopped in her tracks and arrested the forward movement of the buggy, which had the additional affect of the handrail ramming into Tristan's stomach.
"What on earth?" the man wheezed. "Piper, is something wrong?"
She raised a shaky finger at the meat section. "M-Meat?" she said in a quiet voice, looking at her daddy with big doe eyes.
Tristan blinked. "Yes, meat. We always get some hamburger meat when we eat spaghetti."
It took Piper a few seconds to remember that she only became a vegetarian after driving past the Chino slaughterhouse when she was six. Considering she was four and a half, she wouldn't be a vegetarian for another 18 months. Then Piper thought it was weird that Hebe would look through her memories to see that Piper was a Pampers girl and make sure she was wearing Pampers products, but not that she was a vegetarian.
Little girl now or not, Piper still did not do meat.
The memories of how absolutely putrid that slaughterhouse had smelled had scarred the poor girl for life.
Piper vigorously shook her head. "No meat!"
"But-"
"No meat!"
A dozen or so heads turned to look at them as Piper screamed, and Tristan was quick to adopt a severe expression as he zoomed down to Piper's level. "Do not scream inside the store, young lady. Do you understand me?"
Piper shakily nodded, a bit shocked. This was supposed to be her little vacation, where she didn't have to worry about anything, but it appeared that she did have to consider her behavior. That made sense, in a way. Being disciplined was part of being little.
Tristan stood back up. "Alright. We'll just go with sauce and noodles tonight, okay?"
Piper nodded once.
With dinner decided to not include the hamburger meat, their next stop was the nearby pasta aisle, where there were many different types of noodles.
As Tristan busied himself with comparing the noodles, their net weights, and their prices, it came to pass that Piper felt a familiar pressure in her lower tummy. It also came to pass that Piper didn't waste a single second on debating whether or not to poop herself right there in the store, as she just relaxed and pushed of her own volition.
It was a solid turd this time, firm enough to nestle in her diaper and actually push the padding and her shorts down, creating a neat bulge in the seat of her bottoms. Piper even confirmed the size when she reached behind herself to feel the protrusion. She blushed a little when she appreciated that it might actually be more noticeable than she originally thought.
As it turned out, she was right.
"Um, excuse me?"
Tristan and Piper turned to see a flustered woman with a daughter of her own a few years older than Piper, a daughter that was gawking at Piper.
"Yes?" Tristan arched a brow.
"Sorry to bother you, but I happened to look over in time to see, uh, your daughter there, ah…well, sir, I think you may want to take her to the potty."
Tristan looked down at Piper, set down the noodles, went over to her, turned her around, and proceeded to check the back of her diaper. The woman and the daughter both gasped.
"Mommy, she's wearing a diaper!"
"Miranda, hush! Sir, I am so sorry-"
"No, it's fine. Thank you for pointing out to me that my daughter needs a diaper change. Now I can go get this little stinker cleaned up before she gets a rash."
The woman became even more flustered.
It was understandable when you considered the fact that Piper was physically between four and five, and that was clear to anyone that looked at her. Piper was clearly a girl that was old enough to be in pre-K, so it was shocking to see that she was wearing a diaper despite her age, and especially pooping in it, seemingly on purpose, too.
Yeah, sure, all kids were different and they all potty trained differently, but there came a certain time in a child's life where the parents had to put their foot down and be like, Enough. You are now old enough to be responsible for taking yourself to the potty. No more diapers, no more pull-ups, and Piper was clearly at that age by most anyone's standards.
Appearing at almost five years? Yeah, she should definitely be in panties by now. Even pull-ups were a huge stretch.
Of course, leeway was given to kids that had medical problems, like a nerve or muscular issue, or a developmental disorder like severe enough autism, but Piper didn't look like she had a problem. There was nothing to indicate that Piper had something like autism that set her mental development back far enough that she would need poopy diaper changes at her age.
So, then, if nothing was wrong with Piper, then something had to be wrong with Tristan. Why was he not potty training his daughter? What kind of a lazy father was he being that he was letting his daughter poop in diapers at five years old?
"You're welcome?" said the woman, clearly confused and trying to figure out the questions to the narrative monologue above.
It was obviously none of her business as to why Piper was diapered at her age, but she was one the verge of calling the police in the idea that she was being a good Samaritan by reporting Tristan either for child abuse, neglectful parenting, some form of perversion/pedophilia (that maybe he somehow derived pleasure from his older daughter soiling herself), or some combination of them all.
But then the woman, her daughter, and Tristan all went rigid, their eyes glazing over.
The daughter blinked at looked at Piper. "Sorry about that. This wasn't supposed to happen."
Piper realized that Hebe had possessed the girl. "It's cool. How about a little less judgement from the general populace about me wearing diapers?"
"Of course."
Then they all returned to normal.
"Have a nice evening, sir," the woman said pleasantly.
"Thank you, ma'am, you as well," Tristan returned just as happily.
As the woman and her daughter walked away, Piper saw a sudden crick in the girl's step, and a bulge appear in the seat of her khaki shorts. Piper giggled a little as she realized the older girl had pooped herself in stride.
Tristan didn't take Piper to the restroom to change her diaper right away because, ironically enough, he'd left all the diapering supplies in the car. In lieu of this, he gathered the rest of dinner and some jugs of various flavors of cranberry juice, and then went to the baby section of Walmart. He grabbed wipes, powder, and the huge box of Pampers Cruisers Size 7 off the shelves, and then he took Piper to the restroom in the back. Luckily, the family one was unlocked, and so Tristan was able to change his big baby girl's diaper in private.
Obviously, he had to tear open the box of diapers, and a package of wipes, and the bottle of powder, but it was okay because he was still going to pay for all of it.
After Piper's diaper change, it was up to the front with them to the myriad of self-checkout lanes. True to Hebe's word, not a single person gave them a second glance despite the huge box of diapers, the size printed on the box, and Piper, despite how her shirt had gotten stuck on the waistband of her diaper and was clearly visible.
After getting home, Tristan filled Piper's changing table with diapers, and left those that wouldn't fit in the large package they came in inside the box in the closet while he crushed down the empty box and tossed it into the recycle bin in the garage.
Since it was getting later, Piper was taken out of her t-shirt, shorts, sandals, and clean diaper, and given a bath while the noodles and sauce cooked in the kitchen. It was rather awkward for Piper, her teenage mind stuck in her little body, as her dad handwashed every part of her with a soapy rag. Yes, it was a weird sentiment considering he'd changed her poopy diaper not thirty minutes ago, but it was one of those things that just was.
After her bath, it was back into her diaper, and her pajamas for the night consisted of a Pocahantas nightgown.
Dinner was soon ready, and Tristan placed Piper in the highchair with a bib around her neck, and proceeded to feed her bite after bite of her spaghetti until her plate only had leftover sauce on it. After cleaning her face off with her bib, Tristan then fed himself. With dinner over, the settled onto the couch, Piper curled up in her daddy's lap as they binge watched Phineas and Ferb on Disney+.
Piper wasn't entirely sure what happened after that.
She fell asleep on her daddy's lap and ended up wetting herself. When that happened, Tristan decided it was definitely bedtime, and so he carried Piper to the changing table for a fresh diaper for the night, and then tucked her into her crib with a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Piper was sure of one thing, though:
These next two days were going to be wonderful!
PJOABDL
Hope you liked it!
I don't think there's any more to this story other than maybe a few one-shots I may think of down the line between Piper and Shel engaging in more kinky diaper play. When they're back to being teenagers, obviously.
So, this might be the final end to Piper's Pull-Ups, with those other two days being completed by your imagination, I suppose. I can't think of anything besides Piper just having fun with Shel, and then enjoying wholesome evening with her dad, so yeah.
I have no idea what thing I will be doing next, or when that will be out.
Maybe the next chapter of Annabeth the Bitch, maybe the next chapter of Potty Trials.
Time will tell!