Piper's Pull-Ups: Pt. 3
Welp, the idea of Piper being age-regressed won out, so here it is, a full month later.
Also, notice the chapter title: this story is set in the same continuity as the previous Piper's Pull-Ups, from two years ago now.
Wow. Two years.
Does this mean I'll return to other old stories, such as Piper's Underwear and Annabeth's Daycare Nightmare? Maybe!
PJOABDL
Piper was a bedwetter again.
She was almost seventeen, and she was clinically defined as a bedwetter.
It started back when Jason died. The breakup had been painful enough, with Piper handling it very sloppily, and the following months had been the roughest of Piper's life. Her dad had been defamed and sued for every penny he had because he was accused of tax fraud and tax evasion, so his millions went up like dry kindling in a wildfire. All of the cars were repossessed, all the houses foreclosed, and all the furniture taken.
Tristan McLean's whole life was ruined. The fame and fortune he'd cultivated, the life he busted his ass in making for himself, the lifestyle he'd worked so hard in giving his beloved daughter—all gone.
Tristan felt like an absolute failure of a father, and there was literally nothing Piper could do to help him. She couldn't tell him that it wasn't because of bad records, but because of an evil sorceress called Medea and her evil emperor boyfriend Caligula. They had been the ones to conspire against the McLeans to ruin their lives, all because Medea thought it'd be funny to cast Piper into a hopeless life of exile on a dirt farm back in Tahlequah.
On top of being powerless to help her dad, Piper also had to contend with her ex-boyfriend. Jason couldn't let her go. In the months between the breakup and his death, every time he and Piper had teamed up for a quest or something, he'd always try to talk to her, try to figure out what he'd done wrong, and Piper just never had the patience to talk it out with him. Dual parts because she was stressed out over her dad and because she herself couldn't explain just why she had fallen out of love with Jason.
She just couldn't, but she knew she wasn't about to force herself to stay in a relationship she wasn't happy in, and keep lying to Jason about how happy she was.
What didn't help was how much of an asshole she'd been to Jason the whole time, blowing him off and basically telling him to shut up. She was just stressed; being powerless to stop her dad's life from falling apart, and Jason's incessant badgering about the breakup had led Piper to use him as her emotional outlet. It wasn't at all fair to him, and Piper kept telling herself that one day, after everything had blown over, she'd apologize to him.
That day would never come since Jason had been turned into a demigod shish kebab.
Or at least, it wouldn't come until Piper died and met him in Elysium. Hopefully.
So, Piper was stressed. Life as she knew it as a rich girl was over. Her dad's life fell apart and she couldn't do anything to help him. She went through a messy breakup with her boyfriend, treated him unfairly, and couldn't say sorry for her behavior. With all that stress, it wasn't at all surprising that she had started wetting her bed again given that's how she'd become a bedwetter years ago when her dad got his big break and her whole life changed.
Her first accident was the day she, her dad, Coach Hedge, Mellie, Baby Chuck, Leo, and Festus left California for Tahlequah. She'd dozed off in the car for a nap, and was woken up by her dad after he saw her peeing in the seat.
Obviously, Piper had been quite mortified and embarrassed, having a sleeping accident at her age, but Dad assured her it was fine. They pulled over at the nearest truck stop, and Piper was comfortable enough with the other three to admit she'd had an accident, and they all laughed together. Dad cleaned up the car while Piper utilized the truck stop's admittedly stellar facilities to shower and clean herself up.
Her second accident was that night when they stopped at a motel. Piper wet the bed again, and that's when concerns started rising. Twice in twelve hours, Piper had peed herself while sleeping. Dad didn't ask such a stupid question like if she was okay, because Piper was obviously not okay.
"You're just stressed, baby," Dad had said.
A very poor choice of words, calling his teenage daughter a baby after she'd wet herself twice.
"I'm almost seventeen!" Piper tried not to cry and really shatter her self-esteem. "I'm too old to be wetting the bed!"
"You're an almost-seventeen-year-old that's been through a lot," Dad reasoned. "You had a phase like this before. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Once everything gets settled, your body will adjust. You'll see."
Except it didn't.
Piper woke to a wet bed the next three nights straight, and Dad eventually sat her down for The Talk.
Piper knew what this was about, and Tristan knew she knew what this was about, and so he just cut right to the point.
"You need protection at night," he said gently, but clearly. "I can only spray your mattress and turn it over so many times, and your sheets can go through the wash only so much until the smell can't be washed out. I've done some looking online, and I found out Pampers doesn't make Underjams anymore, but they have a new line of nighttime underwear called Ninjamas. I also looked up Goodnites, and they have a new XL size. They also make disposable bed mats that stick to the sheets, but they'll protect the bed, not your clothes. Those are disposable options. I also found some washable options as well."
Washable.
He meant cloth diapers.
Piper was a bit torn, really. Diapers were her fetish, after all. That day she went out and roleplayed with Annabeth, coming home to Daddy Jason who put a diaper on her, was the catalyst to a lot more diaper play, which actually ended up making the breakup that much harder, because Jason had a very good point.
How many other boys were there in the world that were willing to indulge in Piper's diaper fetish?
It wasn't a controlling question, just an honest one.
That was pretty huge thing for Jason, for any boy, really, supporting his girlfriend's fetish, especially one as weird as diapers. It was an extra slap in the face that Piper still dumped him even though he accepted her and her diapers.
Piper hadn't been able to wear a diaper in months. With everything going on, there had been more pressing matters to think of. Finding the time to order more diapers and wear them had been next to impossible, and so Piper had just given up. She pooped in her last diaper, masturbated in her mess, then disposed of the soiled thing after cleaning up in the shower. That had been February, and here it was April at the time of this conversation between Piper and her dad.
As much as Piper relished the notion of wearing diapers again, she didn't want to because she needed to. She was literally a bedwetter again, and Dad was right. She needed some kind of protection to save her mattress. She could tell he expected her to answer relatively soon.
"I'll…can I try the ninja things?" Piper asked, going with them first because she had grown up with Pampers.
Dad smiled, visibly relieved that he didn't have to deal with any teenage defiance. "Of course."
Dad went and bought a package of girls L/XL Ninjamas, and being proactive, he also bought a package of girls XL Goodnites. He got to the front of the store and the cashier, a girl a little older than Piper, smiled.
"You're an awesome dad."
Tristan laughed. "I try to be."
"You do a great job."
Tristan felt rather good after being told that. After everything that had happened, being told he was a good dad by a teenage girl was the kind of confidence booster he needed.
Later that night, it was a good thing Tristan had bought the Goodnites, because when Piper tried the Ninjamas, despite them being L/XL, saying they went up to 125lbs, three pairs ripped when they got to Piper's thighs despite how lithe and slender she was, and she only weighed 108lbs.
Dad did some extra digging, and was embarrassed to find a slew of online reviews that declared Ninjamas as being grossly inaccurate to their size. Piper being a prime example, the L/XL pants that were supposed to fit up to 125lbs ripped at her thighs. The pants literally couldn't stretch far enough. They reached a certain point and simply refused, which resulted in the sides prematurely tearing. Dad was embarrassed by these findings because he hadn't done a proper research on Ninjamas. He'd just looked up Pampers and found them.
The XL Goodnites, though, the package saying they went up to 140lbs, were a perfect fit on Piper's butt.
There nine pants to a standard package, and Piper burned through all nine of them one night after another. Seeing that this might be a prolonged issue, Tristan's next trip to the store saw him buying two boxes of Goodnites, 36 pants to a box, for a total of 72 pairs of nighttime underwear. Piper was still currently going through the first box, and she'd made frightening headway.
This was at the beginning of April, and currently it was the end of the month, on the cusp of May.
Dad had gotten himself two jobs. Being a member of the Cherokee Nation, he had access to something akin to union benefits, and he'd put them to use. The tribe had found him employment since he was not about to sit at home all day while he had a daughter to provide for, but one job wasn't enough to cover everything within the realm of Tristan's comfort, and so he'd gotten two. He worked Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday at his first job, for a total of 36 hours, and then he worked Thursday, Friday, and Saturday at his second job for another 36 hours, 12-hour shifts for six days, with Sunday being his day off and dedicated solely to spending time with Piper.
It wasn't the worst arrangement, working seven to seven, and between the two jobs, he did bring a little over $2000 a week, and Piper got to have late dinners with him usually between 7:45 and 8:00. However, with Tahlequah High's schedule ending the day at 3:05, that still left Piper with over four hours of nothing to do at home.
She got bored with that before the first week in Tahlequah was over, and used the same Cherokee Nation union thing that her dad to find herself a job. Retail was out of the question, because where Piper had busted her ass saving humanity from Gaea and the Giants, she was not about to submit herself to the mercy of rude people. That didn't leave a whole lot of options for an almost-seventeen-year-old high school girl, but there were still options.
Such as this in-home daycare that was only a ten-minute walk from the high school.
Run by Ms. Sandra Gordon, she looked after, ironically enough, seven kids: three babies between twelve and sixteen months, three older little kids that were between three and three-hand-a-half, and one big girl that was four-and-five-months old, and was very excited about being a full-fledged four-and-a-half in a few weeks. Sandra did have one helper, her daughter Shel, but she was looking for an extra hand, and Piper had applied.
She got the job, and was paid, again, ironically, twelve dollars an hour. She and Shel walked home together and got there as soon as they could, and they worked until seven when the daycare officially closed for the day. Not at all a hard job, just keeping up with toddlers and cleaning up their messes, which included spilled food, finger paint, juice, milk, spit up, throw up, and of course, diapers and pull-ups.
It was an interesting, though, the diapers and the pull-ups. Obviously, the three babies were in diapers, one of the middle kids were in diapers, and so was the oldest girl. Only the two middle kids wore pull-ups and were in potty training.
Being a private daycare, Sandra got to set her own rules for the most part. She still had to comply with state and federal regulations, but none of those had anything to say about toilet training. Sandra did not potty train the kids of her own volition. She didn't look at them and say, "It's time you start using the potty instead of your pants." She let the kids decides for themselves if they wanted to start using the potty, or if the parents requested she potty trained, then she did so, which was the case for the two potty trainers in her home.
However, just because Sandra didn't enforce a potty training regimen based on age or something like that, didn't mean she was okay with big kids soiling their pants when they were perfectly capable of taking themselves to the bathroom. Case in point, all four of the bigger kids. They could tell the difference between when they needed to pee and poop, and they could hold it till they got the potty since it was only a few feet away at any given moment, they just not to hold it and instead go in their pants.
It was a responsibility thing.
There was no reason for a physically, mentally healthy four-year-old girl to be peeing and pooping in her diapers like a four-month-old. It was combination of a lazy child and lazy parents who weren't teaching their kids proper toileting skills for their age.
That was how Sandra felt about it, and Piper honestly couldn't disagree.
The way Sandra passively-aggressively battled belayed potty training was an additional fee for every diaper changed on a child over thirty months. The idea was to put a bit of an extra strain on the parents. "If you won't toilet train your kids, then you can pay me extra for wiping their butts when they can do it themselves." It wasn't a steep fee, just five dollars, but that added up when you changed those diapers upwards of four times a day for five days.
Obviously, there was no charge for changing pull-ups because any messes made in those counted as accidents.
And, yes, Piper did appreciate the ironic fact that she was a bedwetter that wore pull-ups at night working with kids that wore pull-ups and diapers 24/7.
There was a lot of ironic things that went into Piper's job. Seven little kids to look after, and seven heroes of prophecy. Twelve dollars an hour, twelve gods on the council. Piper was a Goodnite-wearing bedwetter, and she changed diapers for a small living.
Then there was Shel herself.
Piper's coworker, and tentative girlfriend.
Yes, girlfriend. But tentatively.
It was almost May, only a month since Jason died, and Piper was still struggling a little bit in getting over that.
But Shel was awesome. She was cute, had a great personality, ass for days, had already told Piper she was gay, likewise thought Piper was appealing in all categories, and perhaps the number one thing to her was that Shel had zero judgement regarding Piper's bedwetting.
Because Shel had a diaper fetish herself, being a TBDL that wore diapers 24/7 just like the kids she babysat.
The reason Piper knew that was because the second week of being in Tahlequah, her and Shel going to the same school, Shel worked up the courage to ask Piper on a date. Confused over her sexuality following Jason, and needed something new in her life, Piper accepted the offer and the girls spent five hours at a restaurant talking about everything. Eventually, they ended up on embarrassing secrets, and Piper confessed she wore Goodnites for her bedwetting. Shel was elated, and revealed she wore diapers all the time because she was incontinent.
Then they eventually ended up telling each other the truth.
Piper was genuine bedwetter, but diapers were also her fetish due to childhood stuff. Shel was genuinely incontinent, but that was because, like Piper, she had her own childhood stuff. Her dad died when she was young, and that made her a bedwetter for a while as well. She hated wearing pull-ups at first, and then she went skiing on a vacation with her mother, and she wiped out on the slope, her back slamming into a tree. That left her with spinal damage which left her diaper-dependent day and night.
She grew to love wearing diapers. Even after her body healed and she stopped bedwetting, she took the classic route of purposeful accidents so she could keep wearing diapers, and her mother eventually caught on, they had a chat, and Shel hadn't worn a pair of panties since she was ten. Just as well, since her sphincters had atrophied from disuse like all muscles, and she couldn't hold her waste to save her life.
Sandra was able to get insurance for her daughter's incontinence, and with it, every two weeks there was a delivery of Northshore Megamax diapers, and every three weeks there was delivery of a box of Goodnites. Then, as needed, Sandra ordered a delivery of special adult diapers, ones with bunny prints on them. They were called, appropriately enough, Bunny Hops.
Shel wore her Megamaxes during the school day, being diapered in the morning by her mother, and she always came home wet and messy. She was changed into a Goodnite for the rest of the day at daycare and into the night, being changed as needed (sometimes Shel was able to hold her mess in long enough to make it to the toilet), and come morning she was diapered again. The weekends were when the Bunny Hops came into play, used when Shel and her mother went out to run errands together.
Yes, there was even more irony to Piper's job: the woman she worked for charged a Diaper Tax for diapers changed on kids two-and-a-half and older, yet her teenage daughter wore diapers to school, and wore pull-ups at home. How could Sandra be okay with seventeen-year-old Shel peeing and pooping her pants, when she wasn't okay with a three-year-old peeing and pooping in their pants?
That would be because Shel was genuinely incontinent and needed diapers, as she struggled to hold it in and more often than not had leakage (accidents). It was also because her diapered daughter was as much as a coping mechanism for her as it was for Shel. Her husband's premature death had really screwed Sandra up, and babying her daughter again helped her cope with his loss.
As stated, Shel was a TBDL. She went for the hole baby treatment when the daycare closed: onesies, pacifiers, bottles, the highchair, baby food, assisted bubble baths with a rubber ducky, and Shel's bed, while not a full crib, had raised sides like a toddler bed, a crinkly plastic mattress cover, and a disposable bed mat on top of that.
Piper knew all of this because she had spent the night a few times in the past, and where she wasn't quite on board with being a teen baby, she did enjoy cuddling with her girlfriend in the bed just like she'd enjoyed cuddling with Jason.
Sandra always made sure the girls were dressed only in their t-shirts and pull-ups, in case they wanted to do…stuff.
Which Piper limited to only the outside of their pull-ups. Shel had rubbed the outside of her padding, but Piper hadn't let her touch her vagina yet. It had taken her months to open up to sexual activities with Jason, so call Piper weird, but she thought letting Shel have full access to her body after only a couple of weeks was rushing things, and something of a dishonor to his memory.
But Shel certainly knew how to use those hands.
So, in summary:
Piper was a genuine bedwetter and wore Goodnites. Her dad worked two jobs for 60 hours a week, making over 2k after taxes. She was still figuring out her sexuality, whether she was truly a lesbian, bisexual, or just going through a phase. She worked at an in-home daycare, changing the diapers of a bunch of babies and a four-year-old, helping a couple of three-year-olds learn how to use the potty, all while dating her boss's daughter, who was an incontinent teen baby that shared Piper's diaper fetish.
And where did this humongous slew of internal monologue come from, you may be wondering?
Well, that four-and-a-half-year-old girl, little Helena, had pooped in her diaper so long ago that her mess had mostly dried, and Piper was having to put some elbow grease into scrubbed the smelly clumps off the girl's butt. She got paid extra for it, but it was still a gross hassle. And frustrating. Helena was four, and quite proud of being four and six months, and yet she had shown zero interest in using the toilet. She just flat-out never used it, always going in her diapers, and there was nothing wrong with her. No muscle or nervous problems, no cognition or motor issues, and no mental handicaps.
Helena was just a lazy little girl that would rather poop herself and sit in her filth until someone came around to check and change her. Yes, sit in it. Without coming to tell anyone she needed a diaper change.
Her parents didn't enforce any potty training either, even though they paid Sandra's Diaper Tax. Sandra had talked with them about it, that Helena was getting close to being five, and it would be time to start thinking of a proper preschool or a kindergarten, and neither institution would look kindly upon a child of proper toileting age that still required diaper changes, even though she had no disabilities that would necessitate diapers at her age. Helena's parents waved off the concerns, confident their daughter would start using the potty when she was ready.
Sandra didn't argue. There was extra money to be made, obviously. Usually in the neighborhood of an additional 100 dollars a week, some of which went directly into Piper's pocket.
Piper did make some good money herself working at the daycare, what with her hourly rate of twelve dollars going nicely with around twenty hours a week. And because she wasn't officially listed as an employee, none of that was taxed. With the "tip" she made in changing diapers, Piper made about 300 a week, and all of that went right into her account.
She didn't know what she was saving it for, but it was nice to have some spending money when she needed/wanted it.
Piper grabbed one of Helena's diapers from the cubby above the changing table, a Luvs Size 6 that sported Paw Patrol designs, and taped it on the big girl. "There you go, all nice and clean."
"Thank you, Miss Piper!" Helena chirped.
Piper undid the safety strap on the table, set the girl down, and then pulled her shorts back up over her diaper, buttoning and zipping them for her. Helena gave Piper a big hug around her neck, and then made to scamper away to her building block project, which Piper had previously interrupted because she smelled poop and identified Helena as the source, but Piper grabbed Helena's arm.
"Yes, ma'am?"
Piper herself didn't know where this question came from, but it came out of her before she could really stop herself. "Helena…you're almost four-and-a-half, but you still wear diapers. Why? Don't you want to wear big girl undies and use the potty?"
A seemingly ironic question coming from Piper, a diaper fetishist that peed and pooped herself at one month shy of turning seventeen, but not really. Piper was a young adult that accepted the responsibility of her messes. She knew that if she messed her pants, she was the one to clean herself up, and she accepted that. She made the conscious, willing decision to wear and use diapers knowing there would be no one to come clean her up.
Which was an ironic thought in and of itself, because Shel had offered to change Piper's pull-ups, and Sandra had made it very clear that if Piper ever wanted the same baby treatment that she gave Shel, all Piper had to was ask and she'd be diapered and dressed in a onesie.
Helena, on the other hand, was just completely irresponsible and lazy. Piper had watched her long enough now, and closely enough, to recognize the look of realization on her face when she felt she needed to go tee-tee or poo-poo, and Piper knew what that expression on Helena's face meant whenever she was using her diaper. Helena knew when she needed to go potty, but she always used her diaper and then didn't tell anyone, content to sit there in her filth until someone came along to check and change her.
Of course, one of the problems with Helena was that she went to an in-home daycare where there was no one her age, and all her juniors wore diapers or pull-ups. She went to a normal daycare, things would be vastly different, because she'd be surrounded by mean peers who would be making fun of her for wearing diapers like a baby. Four and five-year-olds could be very mean.
At Piper's question, Helena stopped and made a thinking face. "Hmmm…when was the last time you went poo-poo in your pants?"
Piper hesitated. "Excuse me?"
"When was the last time you went poo-poo in your pants?" Helena repeated, this time slower.
"U-Uh…"
A normal teenage girl being asked such a question by anyone would've reacted with askance. Piper, a diaper girl, her brain immediately racked itself in trying to recall the last time she'd pushed a smelly load into her underwear, and the top result was over three weeks ago, before she'd started her job here.
"…not since I was younger than you," Piper eventually decided to say.
"Oh. Well, then you don't remember how good it feels!" Helena chirped.
"How good…what feels?"
"How good it feels to go poo-poo in your pants and not worry about dirty undies!" Helena clarified. "You should try it sometime."
"N-No, sweetie. I'm a big girl. I use the potty. You should, too."
"Nuh-uh! Potty's yucky! Besides, I like it when you, Miss Shel, Miss Sandra, Daddy, and Mommy change my diaper. It's fun!"
"Fun?" Piper repeated.
"Uh-huh, fun. I like wearing diapers," Helena admitted. "I like being able to tee-tee and poo-poo and keep playing. I like it when someone comes and pulls out the back of my pants and diaper. I like being picked up and put on the changing table. I like being taken care of. I like being a little girl, and I don't want to ever grow up!"
Oh, gods, Helena was a little diaper fetishist already.
"That's…wow, okay," Piper said.
"What about you?" Helena asked. "Do you wanna be a little girl?"
"E-Excuse me!?" Piper gasped, bewildered that she was having such a conversation with a child.
Helena grinned. "Do you wanna be little like me? No boring grown-up responsibilities. No boring school. No having to use the potty. You just get to relax and play at daycare, getting to eat snacks, take naps, and get your diaper changed! It's really fun…and relaxing…and stress-relieving…"
Helena had been stepping closer and closer to Piper until she was standing over her, Piper having sank to her pull-up-clad butt. The older girl was dimly aware of said pull-up warming with pee as her mind raced with fantasies of being an actual little girl again, not a teenager engaging in kinky roleplay.
"Well? Do ya?"
"I…I need to go potty," Piper whimpered.
She got to her feet and left for the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
PJOABDL
Obviously not complete, but at over 4700 words of mostly exposition, I have decided to call it here.
Ladies and gentlemen, Piper current life after moving back to Oklahoma.
She's a bedwetter with a tentative romantic relationship with an incontinent diaper girl called Shel, working at said tentative girlfriend's house under her mother in a daycare, and said mother is fully supportive of her diapered teenager and her teenager's sexuality. Then there's this little girl called Helena who may be more than what she seems.
Find out next time in the next installment of Piper's Pull-Ups!