Short Stories, Vol. 1

By Princess Pottypants

WARNING: Adult content! This book contains depictions of forced diapering, spankings, enemas, and humiliations, both public and private.

Diaper punishment abounds in these eight stories by Princess Pottypants, as we see several young women doing their best to escape their crinkly fates. Who, if any of them, will make it out with their dignity intact?

Featuring:

The Whole Story
My Self-Imposed Punishment
Customer Service
House Call
Red, White and Blue
Sierra's Magical Thanksgiving
The Crybaby's Christmas
Christmas Shopping

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312549777

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Copyright © 2014 by Princess Pottypants

First Printing: 2014

ISBN 978-1-312-54977-7

 Pottypants Press

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Short Stories, Volume I

Princess Pottypants 

The Whole Story

This was one of my earliest stories, and it probably shows. As with most of my stories, it started with a rather simple idea, and didn't evolve much beyond that. My favorite part about this story was probably the challenge of figuring out how to write it, knowing the way I wanted it to end. I'm not sure I completely pulled it off, as most of the beginning feels too much just like a normal story, and the transition is a little bumpy, but I still think it's an interesting idea, and one that I returned to in this story's sequel, The Halloween Story, which should be found in Volume II.

I should have known better.

I mean, I didn't think there would be any harm in it, and, I suppose there wasn't, except for, you know, to me. It was just a little bet, some silly fun to help pass the long, summer days. My little sister, Adriana, was the one actually on vacation, since, at 16, she's still in high school. I'm 22, so I shouldn't really be having a summer break, but since I'm not currently employed, I kind of do. Which, I won't lie, is nice, because it's been so hot lately that I don't know if I'd be able to stand having to go to work every day.

It all started a couple hours ago, when Adriana found the package of Pull-Ups. She's something of a neat freak, and her idea of things to do during summer vacation is to reorganize her room, or, as she'd been doing that day, cleaning the bathroom we share. I guess I should be grateful somebody does, so I don't have to, but it's still weird.

Hey, look at this, she said, opening my door and walking in unannounced, sitting down on my bed. I turned from my computer, a little annoyed, to see the half-empty package of Pull-Ups sitting beside her on the bed. They were under the sink.

Those must be Robyn's, I mused, staring over at them. Jeez, it's been forever since she was over. I can't believe those are still here. Mostly because I was shocked it had taken Adriana this long to get her cleaning mits on that particular piece of the house.

Well, she doesn't need them anymore, Adriana looked into the package, poking at the garments. She's potty trained now. I nodded absent-mindedly, starting to turn back to my computer. You know, I bet you could fit into these.

I snorted, spinning back around to look at her. Yeah, right. Robyn's three and they fit her. I'm pretty sure they're not going to be able to fit me, too.

Oh, come on, Adriana teased, picking one of them up, holding it up by the sides and stretching it out, distorting the bodies of the three princesses standing on the front. You're tiny! It might fit!

I rolled my eyes, sure that she was wrong - I was small, certainly more petite, in every way, than her, which she never let me forget, though not that small - but also sure that she wasn't about to give up. Fine, give it here, I said, standing and snatching the training pants away from her. She scurried off as I ditched my shorts and panties, then, feeling like an idiot, tugged the Pull-Up over my feet and started to work it up my legs. I felt more and more surprised as I watched it get higher and higher on my body, sure at some point it would reach its limit and rip.

And then it was all the way up. It was tight, padding pressing hard against me, but it was on. I wriggled and moved around, trying to get it to act like it was going to tear, to prove it hadn't really fit after all, but it seemed quite safe and secure. My cheeks burned at the thought of being in a pair of Pull-Ups, ones that belonged to my little cousin, and actually having them fit...

Are you done yet? Adriana knocked on my door.

Yeah, they, uh... They don't fit! I called back, not wanting to admit she had been right after all. I could always just tear the sides once I had them back off, after all, and she'd never know the difference.

You're probably just not doing it right! Adriana opened my door anyway, barging in and then stopping dead in her tracks as she saw me, one hand shooting up to her mouth in a vain attempt to hide her giggling. Aww, look at you!

Shut up, I flushed, holding my hands in front of my crotch. It doesn't really count, they're tight and...

You're not cheating your way out of this! she declared. Now, what should I have you do?

What? No, that's not fair! I shook my head. I didn't think it was a real bet! And you have to define the conditions beforehand!

Oh, this is just what I would have had you do anyway, she waved me off, missing my point. And it doesn't matter what you'd have wanted if you'd won, because you clearly didn't. Hmm... I know! You're going to use that. She brushed my hands aside, pointing at the Pull-Up.

I wouldn't have agreed to that, I pouted. Not that it mattered. Adriana always got her way. With our parents, it was because she was the youngest; with me, it was because she'd outgrown me years and years ago, to the point where I could hardly remember what it felt like to actually be an older sibling, other than being done with school a few years before she was.

Not here, either, she mused. I want you to go out and do it.

Out where? I asked nervously.

Oh, I don't know. A playground, a store... Wherever you want. She grinned, going to my dresser and beginning to root through my clothes, finding a pair of pink shorts I hadn't worn in years. They were shorter than the denim ones I had been wearing, and rather childish looking, but when she tossed them to me, I was still glad to put them on, just to cover the Pull-Up.

I really don't... I started to say as I stood there, awkwardly watching her go through my things.

I know! she exclaimed, seemingly not hearing me. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to her room, where she opened up her closet and grabbed a T-shirt from a hanger. Paula left this here last time she was over, and I keep forgetting to get it back to her. It was pink as well, with a large badge looking emblem on the center. The top of the design was a unicorn's head, and the body was divided in two, one half containing an open book, the other what seemed to be a shepherd's staff.. It looked somehow familiar, though I couldn't quite place it.

Come on, off, she commanded, staring at my shirt. Sighing, I stripped, taking the new shirt and pulling it down over my head. It fit, though it left an inch or two of skin exposed around my midriff, in which I could see the waistband of the Pull-Up. Blushing, I tugged my shorts back up, much to Adriana's delight. Sit, she told me next, gesturing to her bed. She made quick work of separating my hair into pigtails, tying each bunch in place with a pink ribbon, then started applying make-up to my face, stepping back every minute or two to examine her work.

Finally, she pulled a pair of pink and white sneakers from the back of her closet. In addition to being a neat freak, she's also a pack rat, a combination that shouldn't work as well as it did. She probably hadn't worn those shoes since she was six or seven, but I had a bad feeling they'd fit on my feet, no problem, and so they did, once she'd found a pair of white socks to go under them. There! she declared, admiring her handiwork.

I was almost afraid to look at what she'd done, but she didn't give me a choice, dragging me over to her mirror. I was stunned by what I saw there. I liked to think, as most people do once they hit a certain age, that I didn't look as old as I am... But I never imagined I could look this young. Staring back at me was a girl who was surely Adriana's younger sister, as she couldn't possibly be any older than 14 or 15. Knowing about the Pull-Up under my shorts made me feel even smaller.

Adorable! she cooed, before scooting me through the house and out the door, grabbing my purse and my keys on the way. Now go, and don't come back until your little Pull-Ups are wet, you hear me? You're not to just sit in the driveway and go there, either... I don't want to see you again for two hours, at least, she ordered sternly.

Wait, you're not coming with me? I asked in disbelief. She grabbed my shoulders, spinning me around to face the door and patting my bottom to send me on my way.

I have other things to do, she said. You don't need a babysitter, do you?

I had a good idea just what it was she had to do, and that was confirmed when I pulled my car into an empty driveway a few houses down to sulk for a few minutes. Sure enough, Johnny's car pulled into our own driveway, and when Adriana answered the door, she had her tongue down his throat before they'd even closed the door behind themselves.

I couldn't believe it. Had she really gone through all that just to get me out of the house? As I thought about it, I realized it had all seemed a little staged, and she was just a little too prepared... But why hadn't she just asked me to let her have the house to herself for a little while? This was going a little far!

Then again, I suppose if she had asked me that, I would have been able to figure out what was going on anyway. And apparently she didn't want that. I wasn't about to barge in now, dressed like this, to walk in on her and her boyfriend doing... whatever they were up to. I hoped they were just making out, though I wasn't sure if that was just because she was too young, and my little sister, despite appearances, or if I'd be too jealous of her otherwise, since I don't have anyone to do that with myself.

At the very least, I thought, this would make good blackmail material. If I'd had this to hold over her head - and obviously, if she'd gone to this extreme to get rid of me, she didn't want anyone to know - I would never have let her do this to me. I stared down at myself in disgust, wondering why she'd chosen to do this in the first place. Was it just her weird sense of humor? Or was it her way of proving her own power to herself, smugly watching me leave, looking so childish, knowing she had some probably rather adult activities awaiting her, things I hadn't done in a very long time?

The more I thought about it, the more mad I got, and the more determined that I was going to milk this secret for all it was worth. Let her have her fun... When I got back, I was going to be the boss. I'd be the big sister, like I always should have been. She wouldn't just come barging into my room without knocking anymore, either, that was for sure.

Eventually, however, that fuming got rather boring, so I pulled away and drove off to a store. I didn't have anything in particular I was looking for, except a way to kill the time before returning and letting Adriana know how badly her silly little plan had backfired. I finally settled on trying on sunglasses, my purse resting on a shelf beside me while I modeled them in the glasses display mirror. I knew they would look better once I had this make-up off and the pigtails gone. I was considering heading to the bathroom to do just that, and to take care of some other business, since Adriana wouldn't be in any position to ask why I'd broken the terms of our bet when I was through with her, only to feel a hand close around my arm.

Shouldn't you be in school, young lady? a voice asked from above.

I squirmed, trying to tug my arm free, cheeks flushing to match my outfit. I didn't want to explain how old I really was, so instead I simply pointed out, Umm, it's summer, with a squeak.

I stared into the mirror, seeing a large, unhappy looking woman looming under me. Under her angry gaze, even just through the reflection, I felt about the age I looked, if not younger. Saint Mary's summer vacation ended a week ago, she informed me.

I started to roll my eyes, ask her why she thought that, even if I was young enough, I went there, when I glanced down to see the reflection of the crest on my shirt. Of course... That's where I knew it from. Obviously, I'd seen the little robots... umm, I mean students... that came from the boarding school on the edge of town walking around with it on their blazers, though I hadn't realized Paula went there. I-I'm just borrowing this shirt from a friend!

We'll see about that, the woman replied. Now, where are your parents?

At work... I answered meekly, and honestly.

She spun me around, continuing to glare, apparently to let me know she wasn't fooling around. I know you're not old enough to drive yourself here. Where are they? I wasn't sure what to say to that. As my mind blanked, the woman shook her head and began to drag me away. I tried to plant my feet, to stop her, only to realize that while it might have slowed her down a little, it also made me look like a spoiled brat, refusing to move until my mommy bought me what I wanted.

As soon as she happened across another grown-up, who happened to be a woman only slightly younger looking than her, she thrust me in front of her, demanding to know, Is this your daughter? The other woman just shook her head, but that didn't discourage her, as she immediately began tromping off towards the next aisle.

Look, this is all just a mistake, I told her, shrinking slightly as she gave me a look. I'm not really a kid, okay? I'm 22! So just let me go, and...

Twenty-two? she snorted. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?

My cheeks burned. It's true! I protested, though it came out as more of a whine. Just look at my... I let out a gasp as I reached for my purse. Wait, we have to go back... I left...

I've had enough of your nonsense, she declared. Unless you're going to tell me where your parents are to make this easier on me, I don't want to hear another word out of you, young lady.

No, but I need it! I cried, tugging at her seemingly unbreakable grip. You can't do this!

But clearly I was wrong about that. Despite my fighting, I found myself being dragged through the entire store, presented before everyone who looked like they could possibly be old enough to have given birth to me. I could only pray that none of my friends were shopping that day. And, to make things worse, my bladder just kept feeling more and more full. At first, I was too embarrassed to say anything about that, but as I began to realize just how long it was going to take to do what she had planned, I knew waiting was not going to be an option.

Look, can you just let me go to the bathroom? I asked nervously. It felt ridiculous to have to ask permission, and even more so to be completely ignored. Come on, let me go! I tried a few minutes later.

You aren't getting away that easily, little missy, she informed me, only tightening her grip.

B-But... I whimpered, fidgeting as I felt a few drops of urine fall into the padding wrapped tight around my groin. I stopped, feeling them soak in, followed by a sudden cold sensation. At the shock of it, I sent another spurt of pee into my pants, which sent a wave of coolness over my privates. I hadn't paid much attention to the package, though now, as I thought about it, standing there, shivering slightly, though more from the surprise than the actual temperature, there had been snowflakes on these Pull-Ups, rather than the traditional flowers or stars. They must have been those Cool Alert ones, designed to make sure the toddler really knew that they'd gone... Which I hadn't needed any help with, thank you very much.

Another tug got me moving again, the padding squishing slightly between my legs now. I was going to need a plan, I realized, or I'd be spending all day doing this, and I'd have no hope of escaping the fate of completely emptying my bladder into my Pull-Ups. All right! I squeaked. I'll take you to my mom.

A smile crossed the woman's place, making her look far more pleasant than I'd expected she could be. That's more like it, she nodded.

They're back the other way, I said, pointing back the way we'd come, back towards the sunglasses, where I would get my purse back, and my ID, and then I'd be free. Why hadn't I thought of that before? I suppose I was just too shocked at what was happening to think straight, though now it does seem like the obvious thing to do.

I feel like I should mention here that it had been quite a while since I'd been to the bathroom before Adriana came barging into my room, and I'd been shopping for a fair amount of time before the woman showed up. And, much as I hate to admit it, we'd already covered a lot of the