Lizzie - Chapter 6

Or at least, she tried to. Lizzie flipped and fluffed her pillow for the fourth time. Her head sank in, yet, something just felt off. Lizzie tossed and turned, trying to seek a more comfortable position. Every time she stopped, some part of her body began to tingle. Something just wasn’t right. Her blanket was slightly too heavy, her pillowcase itched a tiny bit, and the angle of her neck on the pillow was just enough to be a little uncomfortable.

No, the problem wasn’t any of those things. It was these stupid pajamas. Lizzie flipped her covers up in frustration. She tugged at its unyielding collar. But she had slept so well in them the night before, why was tonight so different?

The answer was obvious. It’s because I can’t take it off myself. Her hands fiddled behind her. Even though with enough time she could undo the snaps, she knew she wouldn’t be able to unzip herself, and that fact frustrated Lizzie to no end.

It was the sense of helplessness. The ability to dress or undress herself, something she’d had for as long as she could remember, had been taken away from her. She was now reliant on someone else for such a simple task, reduced to that of a little baby who wasn’t mature enough to make their own decisions.

Worse yet, was the enormous diaper sitting between her legs. How had she almost forgotten about it? She rolled around, pushing her butt into the bed. The soft padding of the diaper and sleeper cuddling around her, as if in a taunting embrace. She wasn’t just a teenager who had to wear goodnites. She was a baby who wasn’t even trusted to keep her diapers on.

Now I know for sure you’ll be keeping your diaper on tonight, her mom’s voice echoed in her head. Why had her mom made that stupid joke?

Why had they forced her wear a diaper anyways? Sure, she had wet a few days in a row, but if she just watched her water intake and peed before bed, Lizzie felt like she could hold it until morning. Of course, Lizzie had made the same argument to her mom countless times, but she’d still always refused to let Lizzie go without her goodnites.

Besides, Lizzie hadn’t actually intended to take off the diaper. Only once had she taken off her goodnites. It was many years ago after a particularly heated argument with her mom. She had reached the age where she’d become more self-aware, and as a result had gotten sick of the thick padding between her legs. But her mom had shut down her complaints.

It had been a dry week, and Lizzie felt confident it was the end to her bedwetting. That night, after being tucked in, she secretly stripped off her goodnites and put on her big girl underwear.

It had felt great falling asleep without any padding between her thighs. Unfortunately, that happiness ended when she awoke to a sickening cold feeling around her. With dread, she’d realized she had not only soaked through her panties and pajamas, but also her blanket and mattress.

Oh, the scolding she’d received that morning. The look of disappointment on her dad’s face as he cleaned and aired out her mattress still made Lizzie shudder. To top it off, in addition to grounding her for a month, her mom had made her wear two layers of goodnites for a week, doubling the padding.

Lizzie had obviously been in the wrong, but even now, she couldn’t help but think, how was her bedwetting supposed to get better if even her own parents didn’t trust her to not wet?

Lizzie shook her head violently, letting out a sigh in the process to clear her mind. She was getting into a rut. Somewhere deep within her, she knew her parents had never blamed her for her wetting. They’d also patiently changed and cleaned countless wet pajamas and bedding. She knew that it wasn’t fair to anyone else if she gambled on staying dry at night.

Rationally, she knew all of this. Yet, her brain refused to listen. She groaned, there was no way she was going to sleep at this rate. What she needed, was a distraction. Picking up her phone and plugging in her earbuds, she began watching some random YouTube videos. Video after video played, and Lizzie lost track of time.

When she awoke from her daze, she found herself watching a short documentary on growing and harvesting cocoa beans. She rubbed her sore eyes. How had she ended up on this video? Checking the time, she was surprised to see it was already past midnight.

On one hand, by now, her pajamas were probably dry. But on the other hand, if she went to find her parents now, she would most certainly be scolded for staying up so late. And after recent events, Lizzie didn’t want to risk a more severe punishment.

So instead, she popped open Messenger to find Ivie still online.

“Hey” she sent her a message.

“Yo girl, why are you still up?”

“cant sleep… you?”

“Studying…” The message came with ten sighing emotes. “Why can’t you sleep?”

Lizzie thought for a moment. She imagined how Ivie would react if she saw her dressed as she was now. Most people would laugh in ridicule, but knowing Ivie, she would probably squeal with delight and call her super adorable instead. She’d then probably rub her hands all over the soft sleeper and squeeze her like a cute teddy bear. Needless to say, she couldn’t let her find out.

“just a long day…” Lizzie finally responded.

“C’mon Liz, I know your bedtime. If it was just a long day, you’d have long passed out. I’m not gonna pester you, but if you got something on your mind, I’m here for you.”

As per usual, Ivie was both observant and brutally honest. It was almost scary how accurately she could read Lizzie’s thoughts, even through text. She also never hesitated to get to the point while still being honest and caring. Lizzie admired that about her friend. How did she speak her mind without offending anyone?

“do you think im immature?”

Lizzie waited a few minutes for the response. “No. You definitely aren’t immature for your age. That being said, you, like me, are still a child. ”

“am i responsible then?”

“Liz, you’re a smart girl, and you know how to think. I know from experience that you are both responsible and mature. At the same time, you’re still young, and I know from babysitting you that you occasionally also enjoy letting loose and having fun.”

Lizzie sat up, “so ur saying im still a little kid who doesnt know any better”

“No. Just that you sometimes enjoy being a kid. And that’s definitely not a bad thing. In fact, I love that you can be still be carefree and do wild things sometimes.”

“but my parents never treat me like an adult”

“The thing is, you aren’t an adult yet, Liz. Neither am I. I know we both feel like we know everything already, but we’re still young and there’s still so much more for us to learn.

“My parents still worry about me all the time as well. They always ask if I ate enough, how I’m doing in school, heck, they even want to know the names of all the boys in my class so they can keep an eye on me.

“In our parents’ eyes, we’ll always be the vulnerable daughters that they need to protect. Yes, it can be a bit annoying sometimes, but you know it also means they really care for us. And honestly, for me, it’s nice knowing that I can still be a child sometimes. I don’t want to rush to be an adult with all their responsibilities.

“Building trust is a slow process. If you act mature and responsible, your parents will learn to trust you over time.”

“easy for u to say, all the adults love u”

“And that trust took a long time to build. Besides, I got a two year head start on you. Take your time, you’ll get there too.”

Lizzie sighed, plopping back down onto her bed, discarding her phone onto the side. Maybe Ivie was right.

Her phone buzzed with Ivie’s next message, “Sorry for the wall of text…”

“no… wut u said made sense… i think i understand… thanks for chatting ivie… ur the best.”

“Glad to help!” A series of smiling emojis followed.

“gonna go sleep now ttyl gn” Ivie replied with a sticker with a sleepy teddy bear.

As soon as she rested her phone, her thoughts began creeping back to her diaper. She was still irritated, but something about talking to Ivie gave her some much needed confidence back. As much as she hated it, she knew she needed to sleep with some form of protection. It was the responsible thing to do. At least, until she stopped wetting. The diapers and pajamas weren’t her punishment, they were just the only available option for tonight.

Lizzie sighed, recalling the series of events that had led to her predicament. She chided herself for not listening to her mom and simply bringing and extra set of pajamas and goodnites.

Pulling the covers back over herself and shutting her eyes, she vowed to become more mature. She would try and monitor what she drank at night and remember to pee before bed. Perhaps that would help reduce her wetting. With that conviction, Lizzie eventually drifted off to sleep.

***

“Lizzie… time to wake up.” The voice sounded so distant.

“Just another five minutes…” Lizzie slurred, rolling back around, her dream was just getting to the good part.

“Lizzie!” The bedroom door swung open, causing her to jolt. “Get up, now!” her mom said.

“What’s the rush?” Lizzie rubbed her eyes, as she felt a throbbing in her head. She didn’t recall any breakfast plans.

“Your dad suddenly got some urgent calls for work. He needs to head home early and wrap up some work because he’s flying out tonight. Were you even listening when I told you this thirty minutes ago?”

Lizzie had a faint memory of her mom talking to her in a dream. She must’ve still been half asleep.

“Okay, I’m up.” Lizzie sat up to prove the fact. But the lack of sleep meant her eyes felt heavy. She shook herself, she just had to power through and nap on the car.

“Anyways we’re leaving in thirty minutes, come downstairs for breakfast now.”

“Lemme shower and pack first, I’ll be down in a sec.”

“You can do that later, come eat first. Breakfast is already getting cold.”

Lizzie sighed, there was no point arguing with her mom, she would just wait until Jennifer left before hopping in for a quick rinse. If she kept her hair dry, it would only take a couple of minutes. As long as she was quick, her mom would have nothing to be angry about. “Okay mom,” she lied.

Jennifer nodded, leaving the room. Lizzie hopped up, heading toward the bathroom. However, as she stood up, she felt an unfamiliar bulge between her legs. With dismay, Lizzie remembered what she was wearing. She smacked her forehead. How could she have forgotten? Now how was she going to get a shower?

Peering into the hallway, there wasn’t anyone there to release her. She tugged at the sleeper, but it was pointless. At the very least, her diaper felt dry, so at least she’d managed to break the streak of wet nights.

She tossed on a grey hoodie, purposely choosing it to cover her top. She’d find her dad downstairs and ask him to free her before grabbing breakfast.

However, Philip was nowhere to be seen in the dining room. In fact, only uncle Samuel and uncle Joseph were there. Samuel was reading a newspaper while Joseph was watching something on his iPad. Both were sipping on their coffees.

Joseph looked up, “good morning, looks like someone barely made it out of bed this morning.” Lizzie blushed, crossing her legs. “Oh don’t be embarrassed, those pajamas look great!” She knew her uncle had good intentions, but Lizzie couldn’t help but feel exposed. Brushing loose strands of hair out of her face, Lizzie prayed that her uncles couldn’t tell what wore underneath her sleeper. She inched backwards, perhaps her dad was downstairs.

“No need to worry about your clothes, you’re eating breakfast, not going for a job interview. Come, sit down and eat,” Samuel beckoned, nodding to the seat beside her. “The food is getting cold.”

Samuel’s tone was polite, but stern, and made Lizzie feel obligated to eat first. At the very least it seemed that her uncles only thought she’d forgotten to change.

Lizzie sat down, slowly, as to minimize any crinkling. Again, she was glad the pajamas seemed to support and stifle most of the noise. In front of her was a plate of bacon, eggs, sausage, and best of all, buttermilk pancakes. Samuel passed her some syrup which she eagerly doused her pancakes in.

“Would you like a drink? Perhaps some coffee help you wake up?” Joseph asked jokingly. This elicited a stare from Samuel.

“Haha, no thanks uncle Joseph, coffee is too bitter for me. I would like some apple juice. Please.”

“Hey, I was already on half a cup a day at her age,” Joseph said as he poured and handed her a glass. “Just add enough sugar and cream and you won’t even taste the coffee.”

Lizzie wolfed down her food and downed her glass of juice. The food seemed to give her a bit more energy, now, she just had to pack and get out of the stupid pajamas and diaper before anyone found out. She hurried to clean her plate, bumping into aunt Katherine in the kitchen.

“Good morning aunt Katherine, have you seen my mom or dad?”

“Good morning Lizzie. Yeah, your parents went to a nearby mall. Something about grabbing some medication and money for your dad since he’s flying out tonight. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, uhh… I need them to help with something,” Lizzie stammered.

“What is it, maybe I can help instead?”

“No… I mean, no thank you… Really, it’s okay, I’ll just ask them when they’re back…” Lizzie could feel the heat under her collar.

“Okay.” Katherine didn’t seem to notice her stuttering, “how about you go pack first and I’ll let them know you’re looking for them when they come back?”

“Sure, thanks,” Lizzie turned to leave.

“Wait!” Katherine called out. Lizzie froze.

“Yes auntie?” She turned around slowly, fearing the worst.

“Are you done with that cup?”

Lizzie followed her aunt’s gaze to her left hand, where she realized she was still holding onto her empty glass. “Yes, sorry,” Lizzie said, handing it to her.

“No apologies needed, now go pack!”

Lizzie rushed to her bedroom, glad to not bump into anyone else along the way. She noticed that Alice’s stuff was still on her bed. They probably wouldn’t be leaving until the evening.

She began tossing things into her suitcase as she mentally went through her checklist. Her clothes went first. Lizzie noticed her pajamas were already folded on her suitcase, her mom must’ve brought them in earlier. She packed the rest of her clothes, making sure to leave a set for her to change into later.

Her toiletries were next on the list. Upon entering the bathroom, Lizzie realized what a tangled mess her hair was. She quickly brushed that before taking her meds and brushing her teeth. Everything went in together in a little bag that was tossed into her luggage.

Up next, her chess set. Lizzie looked all over her room, but it was nowhere to be found. Only after a few minutes did she remember that she’d forgotten to bring it up last night.

She rushed to the basement, their board games and other toys had been cleaned up. Most of them laid neatly in the various bookshelves and cabinets around the room. However, Lizzie’s chess set was nowhere to be found. She spotted the twins on the couch, watching TV.

“Hey, have you seen my chess set?”

“Oh, I asked Alice to give it to you after you woke up,” Calvin said, eyes glued to the screen.

“Where is she?”

“I think she was in our parents’ room,” Noah said, turning around. Lizzie blushed, anticipating the harassment for still wearing her sleeper, but if Noah noticed, he said nothing.

“Thanks,” she scampered away.

Entering the room, she saw Mira helping Alice pull up her pants.

“Good morning Lizzie!”

“Glad to see you’re up Lizzie, I told Alice not to wake you up today since she told me she woke you up way too early yesterday.” Mira said, “But who knew she’d also oversleep today and wet her —”

“Mom!” Alice complained.

“Oh Alice, no need to be embarrassed, accidents happen. But we got you all changed and cleaned up now didn’t we?”

Alice just hmphed and stormed out of the room.

“Is she alright?”

“Oh she’s fine. She’s just disappointed to have broken her dry streak and because she woke up late her father made her finish breakfast before changing.”

Tough parenting, Lizzie thought. Uncle Samuel’s style reminded her a bit of her own mom’s, perhaps even stricter. They truly were siblings after all.

“Wouldn’t that cause a rash?”

“Why aren’t you an attentive girl. You’re correct in that leaving wet diapers on for long can cause a rash, but in this case it was only an additional thirty minutes, and I checked to see the diaper wasn’t nearly full. Also,” Mira leaned in to Lizzie, “don’t tell anyone this, but we still use a bit of cream every night. Alice hates it because she thinks it makes her smell like a baby, but it’s prevented rashes ever since we started using it.”

Lizzie couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Even the proud Alice had some things she was secretly embarrassed about. “Thanks for the explanation, but I have to go find Alice, she has my chess set.”

“Is it this one?” Mira held up her set. Lizzie nodded, graciously accepting it. “I found Alice running around with it earlier and thought it might be yours.”

Lizzie said her thanks before rushing back upstairs. Now she was ready to go. She zipped up her suitcase, and began carrying it downstairs.

“Here, let me put that on the car for you, we’re leaving in five minutes,” Grant told Lizzie.

“Are you sure you have everything?” Jenny appeared, carrying a couple large bags.

“Yes, they’re all in the luggage I just need to change and I’ll be ready to go.”

“Did you need help with the pajamas?” Jenny leaned in and whispered to Lizzie.

The question caused Lizzie to freeze. But then she remembered Jenny knew about everything anyways, so she nodded in return.

“Just give me a couple minutes, I need to bring everything to the car. I’ll meet you in your room.”

“Thanks,” Lizzie replied as they left. She went back to her room, taking one last look around for anything she might have forgotten.

“My Switch!” Lizzie exclaimed. She bolted back to the basement. Thankfully, the room was empty. She found her Switch and dock behind the TV, but the controllers weren’t in the vicinity. Lizzie looked all over the room, but they were nowhere to be seen. She began frantically flipping over the couch cushions. Searching above, below, and inside the couch. Nothing. She looked beside the cabinets, behind the shelves, and…

“Lizzie, it’s time to go,” her dad appeared from behind.

“I’m trying to find my controllers, but they aren’t anywhere!” Lizzie cried out.

“There there, take a deep breath. How about this, you give me the Switch and dock first so you don’t drop them. I’ll bring them to the car. You keep looking for the controllers, and we’ll meet at the car when you’re ready, okay? But try to be quick, everyone else is almost ready to leave.”

“Thanks,” Lizzie said, returning to her search. Perhaps someone moved it to the living room upstairs. Lizzie ran over to check. Again, she searched the TV, couches, and all the nooks and crannies, but they all came up empty.

“Why are you still in your pajamas? Aren’t you supposed to be leaving already?” Lizzie turned around to see Charlotte.

“Go bother someone else, I’m busy.”

“Busy with what, are you looking for something?”

“My Switch controllers,” Lizzie said, hoping Charlotte would just leave her alone.

“Did you check the green controller bin downstairs?”

“The what?”

“Come with me.” Charlotte led Lizzie downstairs, where she pulled a box out of the cabinet. Inside, there were an assortment of PlayStation, Xbox, Wii, and…

“My controllers!” Lizzie yelped with delight, grabbing them from the box.

“My bad, I just tossed them all in the same box. It’s mostly my dad that plays with the consoles, so I just thought they were mine.”

Lizzie narrowed her eyes slightly, she had her doubts that Charlotte couldn’t recognize Switch controllers. She knew Charlotte had played the Switch before and it was one of the only consoles she didn’t own. But at least now she had finally found them. “Thanks,” she said.

Now she could finally head to the car, she began sprinting up the stairs. As she skipped, she was suddenly reminded of the padding between her legs. She had forgotten to change!

“Lizzie! Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you. We’re all waiting for you to leave.” Jennifer said as she exited the stairs.

“I was looking for my Switch controllers. Now I just need to change and I’ll be on the car in a second.” She headed toward her room.

Jennifer grabbed her arm, “I don’t think so. We’re already late and all of your clothes are already packed on the car.”

“I left an outfit upstairs to change into!” Lizzie said.

“I cleaned that up for you a while ago.”

“Mom! I can’t wear this on the car!”

“They’re pajamas, comfortable ones at that. There’s nothing wrong with wearing them on the car. You wore them just fine on the way here.”

“But —” Lizzie was about to complain about the diaper but she stopped as she saw Charlotte come up the stairs behind them.

“But nothing Lizzie. I warned you that your dad can’t be late for his flight tonight. If you wanted to change you should’ve done so earlier. Or better yet, you should’ve woken up when I told you to. We’ve all been waiting on you to leave. You have thirty seconds to get onto the car before we leave you here. Do you understand?”

Lizzie could feel the tears forming in her eyes as she heard Charlotte snicker behind her. Lizzie jerked her arm away from her mom, storming out without answering her.

Outside, Lizzie could see Grant packing the remaining bags into the trunk. The car’s sliding door was open, and Lizzie entered to see Lucas already seated and playing with some action figures. Lizzie hopped into her car seat and sat down.

As she leaned back, the chest clip pressed against her. It felt irritating, and Lizzie realized she might as well buckle herself in lest her mom blame her for delaying them any further.

Depositing her controllers into the seat’s cup holder, Lizzie first hopped out of the seat. She then moved the straps to the sides before sitting back down. After having now been in the seat a handful of times, it only took a few moments to figure it out how to secure herself. First, the two buckles at her sides slid into the centerpiece by her crotch. This took some effort, as the straps were pulled quite taught, but she managed to secure them with two clicks.

Next, she joined the chest clip in front of her. With that, the harness now pressed her back into the seat.

Satisfied that she had done it correctly, Lizzie wiped off her tears, and pulled out her phone to distract herself. Outside, the rest of the families were saying their goodbyes, but Lizzie couldn’t be bothered. Not that she could get up anymore anyways.

“Lissie okay?” Lucas asked, looking concerned.

Lizzie nodded her head. She didn’t want to talk at the moment. The adults soon hopped onto the car. Jennifer said nothing as she entered and sat down on her seat in front of Lizzie.

Outside, she could see Charlotte and Calvin whisper to one another while pointing toward the car, before bursting into laughter. They were undoubtedly talking about the seat. Lizzie tried her best to sink into the padding.

“Everyone ready to go?” Grant said as he started the car, and soon they were onto the road.

“Sorry I couldn’t help you change earlier, I didn’t see you in the room and then had to help Lucas onto the car,” Jenny whispered to Lizzie a few minutes later.

At first, Lizzie kept her head buried in her phone, not wanting to reply. However, she realized it wasn’t her aunt’s fault. “It’s not your fault, auntie, I spent a long time finding my Switch,” Lizzie eventually said.

“We’ll help you out at the next stop, we’ll probably take a break in a couple of hours, so hang in until then, okay?” Lizzie nodded. “I am a bit surprised that you chose to sit in the car seat though. I know you must be doing it for Lucas, but I thought he was already strapped in by the time you got to the car. You could’ve just sat in the middle seat.”

Lizzie tried to keep a straight face as she mentally facepalmed. Why had she auto-piloted to the car seat? Had she simply gotten too used to using it over the last couple of days? She hated the fact that she hadn’t noticed such a simple detail and in her anger and frustration had just subjected herself to being strapped in for the next few hours.

All of a sudden, knowing that the car seat wasn’t necessary made the straps feel all the more restrictive. Lizzie wanted out, but she was far too proud to admit to the others that she’d made such a simple mistake.

“Oh, I knew that, I just… uh… the car seat is just pretty comfortable and the middle seat is a bit crammed, especially for the longer ride, so I thought, why not,” she stammered, forcing a smile.

“Oh, that’s great to hear! If you enjoy the seat, then you should definitely use it, it’s far safer than a normal seatbelt, especially for someone with a small figure,” Jenny flashed her a warm smile before turning back.

Great work genius. Now you just subjected yourself to the seat for the entire ride back. Lizzie tugged at the chest clip despite knowing it was securely locked. She twisted and turned against the straps, feeling them dig into her pajamas. She could swear they now felt tighter against her body. The crotch strap dug into her diaper, causing it to squish around her. She quietly grunted in frustration as her legs flailed around, unable to touch the floor.

The more she fought against her the straps, the more she was reminded of just how unyielding they were. Designed to keep feisty children contained, they were certainly doing their job keeping the frustrated teen secure.

The diaper, the sleeper, the seat. It was too much. Everything was so unfair. Lizzie could feel her anger beginning to boil over. And it was all her fault. Lizzie’s eyes glared at the occupant in the seat in front of her, staring idly at some papers. Maybe she could kick the seat hard enough to cause her to drop them…

STOP! A voice from somewhere within her yelled. Stop digging yourself into a bigger hole.

Calm down, nothing you do now will make things any better, only worse.

Lizzie started taking deep breaths. Feeling the urge to cry, she turned to face the window. Thankfully, she was able to keep it to a few small tears which she quickly wiped onto her sleeve.

I’m such a crybaby, Lizzie complained to herself. Yet another thing she had in common with a little toddler.

Eventually, Lizzie decided it was just best to take a nap. With her emotions settling, her eyelids began to feel heavy. After all, she was still extremely tired from the lack of sleep, and with the adrenaline from the hectic morning gone, she was exhausted. To the gentle sway of the car, and under the warm glow of the sun, Lizzie felt herself drift to sleep.

***

Lizzie awoke to an uncomfortable pressure. After a few moments, she realized the pressure was from her bladder. After some inspection, Lizzie found her diaper was still dry. That was a pleasant surprise. At least this time she’d woken up before wetting, but now, she really needed to go.

“Hey,” Lizzie called out, “When is the next stop, I really need to use the bathroom.”

“Oh dear, we were just at a rest stop twenty minutes ago. You were fast asleep and we only got off to stretch our legs so we didn’t wake you. We’re between cities right now and the next exit isn’t for at least another forty minutes.” Grant replied.

“Do you think you can hold it until then?” Philip called out from the front.

“I’m not sure, but I’ll try…”

“I’ll try to get us there at soon as possible, just sit back for now, okay?”

Lizzie nodded, and started browsing her phone to distract herself. However, with every passing minute, Lizzie could feel the pressure continue to grow. She began shifting around in her seat, trying to relieve it. The strap between her legs only added to her stress.

“Are you doing okay back there?” Jenny asked, having certainly noticed her squirming.

“No, not really,” Lizzie admitted. “I really need to go. How much longer until the exit?”

“At least another twenty minutes.”

“Is your diaper still dry?” Jennifer, having awoken from a nap, asked.

“Of course it is!” Lizzie said defensively.

“Your mom wasn’t trying to check on you, I think she was going to suggest that if it’s dry, why not use the diaper instead of holding it in?” Jenny explained, to which her mom nodded in agreement.

“But…” Lizzie started. But what? What other option did she have? They couldn’t even stop to let her pee on the roadside. They were surrounded by miles upon miles of grassy fields, there wasn’t even a single bush to hide behind.

“It’s okay to use the diaper, it is quite literally what it was designed for,” Jenny added.

She’s right. You’re not a baby for using a diaper. You’re simply using it for its intended purpose. Plus, you actually didn’t wet while asleep this time. Lizzie tried to reason with herself. Although she couldn’t fully drown out the taunting voice in the back of her head.

Eventually, Lizzie nodded. It was beginning to hurt. She decided to just pee a bit into the diaper, enough to let off enough pressure so she could make it to the rest stop and go to the toilet.

With that conviction, she let go of her bladder. Or, at least, she tried to. Lizzie grunted. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t relax. Even though she knew she had a diaper and nothing would get wet, years of habit meant her body was refusing to go while conscious and not on a toilet.

Come on stupid bladder. You have no problem going while I’m asleep, just let me pee already! Lizzie screamed internally. However, the stress only seemed to make things worse, as she squirmed in her seat.

The pressure continued to grow, and Lizzie shifted underneath the straps holding her in place. Each movement squishing the diaper, as if taunting her to use it.

Maybe I can just hold it then. Lizzie stopped trying, pulling out her phone instead. Perhaps by not thinking about it, she could hold out until they reached the rest stop.

However, after a few more minutes, Lizzie’s bladder finally gave out. At first, a tiny bit of pee trickled out, immediately getting absorbed into the diaper. The trickle then grew to a small stream, as Lizzie felt the pressure on her bladder beginning to lift. Once the pressure was tolerable, Lizzie tried to stop, but to her dismay, it was too late. The gates had been opened, and despite her best efforts, pee continued to flood into her diaper. Lizzie turned red as she felt her diaper grow.

Eventually, Lizzie gave up resisting, and let the warm liquid flow out of her. She squirmed as it filled all around her, the warmth seeping further around her. As her bladder finished emptying, she let out an inadvertent sigh.

“Are you doing alright back there? We’re just ten minutes from the stop,” Grant called out from the driver’s seat.

“Actually, I’m fine now uncle Grant,” Lizzie said, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“What did you say?”

“I said I’m fine now,” Lizzie spoke slightly louder, feeling her face continue to burn in the process.

“What?” Grant called out again, this time turning down the music slightly.

“I—”

“She’s saying she went in her diaper, so she’s fine now,” Jenny called out, far too loudly for Lizzie’s taste.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were even wearing a diaper. Great thinking Lizzie, super practical for these long car rides,” Grant said.

“Lissie pee in diaper before Lucas,” Lucas said, finally catching onto the conversation. He began clapping at his own accomplishment. This elicited some muffled chuckles from Jennifer, Jenny, and even Philip, as Lizzie felt hot all over.

Great, now everyone knew about her diaper. Lizzie buried her face in her hands trying to sink into her seat. Unfortunately, the straps held her firmly upright.

“In that case, are you okay if we stop in an hour instead?” Grant asked. “It’s a bit too early for lunch, and I’d like to make up some time before then if possible.”

“Fine,” Lizzie muttered. If only she could’ve held on for ten more minutes. Now, she was too defeated to care.

The conversation shifted onto other topics, Lizzie began feeling the new bulk between her legs. She was worried about leaks, given it felt like she’d peed much more than she usually did. But the diaper seemed to hold up much better than her goodnites. Shifting around, she didn’t feel any wet spots in her pajamas.

She began prodding around with her hands. At least, as best she could around the harness. Her pee had caused the diaper to expand significantly. Lizzie hated to admit it, but she almost liked the soothing embrace of the warmth pressed against her body. Of course, that was immediately counteracted by the fact that the warmth came from her disgusting piss. That feeling of disgust lingered around in her head for a while, but eventually, the next hour went by, and soon the family arrived at a small mall.

The car slowly pulled into the lot, finding a spot in front of a Chipotle. Lizzie shifted in her seat as the adults began getting ready. She swung her feet as she waited to be released.

“Lucas, do you need a change?” Jenny asked as she unbuckled him.

Much to Lizzie’s dismay, Lucas replied in the negative, beaming a wide smile.

“Great job, then let’s get you inside, are you excited for some burritos?”

“Burritos!” Grant led Lucas off the car as Jenny moved to unbuckle Lizzie.

“Thanks,” Lizzie said as she hopped off. The increased bulk between her legs caused them to spread even further. Lizzie took a few awkward steps, feeling a bit like a waddling duck.

“I’ll grab some wipes while you grab a change of clothes from the back,” Jenny told her.

“How are these?” Jennifer appeared from behind, in her hand was the outfit that Lizzie had picked out earlier, her new burgundy leggings and a loose white top. A grey set of underwear and socks sat on top.

“Thanks,” Lizzie muttered, snatching them from her mom, folding her bra and panties between the other clothes. Didn’t her mom have any decency? Jennifer lingered, as if she wanted to say something. But Lizzie wasn’t about to wait, hopping off the car. Just because her mom had gotten her some clothes didn’t mean Lizzie was about to forgive her.

Lizzie followed Jenny across the parking lot and into the mall, where they made a beeline toward the washrooms. Lizzie clutched her clothes tightly around her stomach, trying to cover the bulk below. Her eyes darting between the shoppers as she tried her best to walk normally. At any time they could turn to look and see a teenage girl with a massive, soaked diaper.

Of course, no one actually paid her much attention, and the finally two made it into the family restroom. Jenny began laying her bags on the counter while Lizzie examined herself in the mirror.

Despite the increased size, the sleeper’s thicker material around the surrounding area did a surprisingly good job at soothing out the mass between her legs. It was certainly noticeable, but from a distance it would be hard to tell she had anything underneath. Lizzie was once again impressed by the pajamas. They would have been one of her favorites if only they zipped in the front and didn’t have the childish feet.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Jenny began releasing her. Once the zip was lowered halfway, Jenny stopped, moving back to the counter.

“Just fold up the diaper and toss it in the trash. Here are the wipes, it’s not as clean as a shower, but feel free to use as many as you wish. Once you’re changed, knock on the door and I’ll step back in.” Lizzie said her thanks as her aunt stepped out.

Lizzie finished unzipping herself, ripping them off. Finally, she was free from those cursed pajamas. She threw them onto the floor in triumph.

She began peeling her diaper, but her eyes went back to the sleeper on the dirty floor. Sighing, she picked them up, shaking them out before placing them onto the counter instead.

With a few satisfying rips, the diaper fell to the floor. Lizzie picked it up, folding it on itself and tossing it into the trash. The stench of pee came immediately, although thankfully, it wasn’t too strong. After several wipes she felt clean enough, and began putting on her outfit. She never thought how happy it felt to have the ability to dress herself again.

Lizzie folded the pajamas into aunt Jenny’s bag before calling her in.

“Thanks for folding the pajamas,” Jenny said as she packed up the remaining things. “And I’m sorry you ended up wearing them so much. I know you only ended up in them because you were trying to help out Lucas.”

“It’s okay. They’re surprisingly comfortable, it’s just a bit annoying that I can’t take them off myself.” Lizzie admitted. “Also, it was a good thing I had them on the second night, otherwise I had nothing else to wear.” Lizzie gave her aunt a polite smile.

“Would you like to keep this pair then? Lucas has outgrown them anyways.”

“No!” Lizzie blurted. “I mean…” Lizzie began, until she saw her aunt chuckling.

“I was just kidding of course. I’m glad to hear they were at least comfortable.” Lizzie nodded, not bothering to reply, and rushed out the door before her aunt could see her turn red.

Lizzie was greeted with a rice bowl as they rejoined the others. The steak and beans smelled delicious and Lizzie gobbled down her food.

The family wanted to get back on the road, and soon Lizzie found herself heading back to the car. Remembering her earlier commitment, Lizzie settled herself into the seat. Without the pajamas and diaper, she could bear with it for a few more hours.

“Can you grab my Switch?” Lizzie asked her dad as she sat down.

“One step ahead of you Private.” Philip handing it to her.

Between the Switch and her phone, the remainder of the trip flew by. Before she knew it, they were back at Lucas’s home.

Grant and Philip moved the luggages as the others exchanged goodbyes. Sitting back in a normal seat almost felt weird. Had the seats always been this firm? Had the seatbelt always rubbed slightly against her neck? The car seat was actually far more comfortable, despite being restricting.

“How did you enjoy the trip?” Philip called back to Lizzie.

“It was alright I guess.”

“Sorry for cutting the trip short, but I hope you had some fun with your cousins.”

“The games were fun and the food was great too. And I did get these awesome leggings,” Lizzie ran her hands across them. It was great to be wearing mature clothes again. She decided not to bring up the pajamas and diapers, she was just happy that it was over.

When they made it home, Philip rushed to prepare to leave. Lizzie went for a shower, eager to get any residual feeling of pee off her. Afterwards, she sat on her bed as she slowly began to unpack.

There was a knock on her door. “I’m going to drive your father to the airport. I’ll leave you to unpack and I’ll bring some dinner home,” Jennifer said.

“Sure,” Lizzie said, keeping her back turned. Her mom idled at the door, but Lizzie continued to ignore her. Only after the door eventually clicked shut did Lizzie get up from her bed.

The night was still early when Lizzie finished unpacking. Her mom probably wouldn’t be home for a little while longer. Lizzie headed to her desk. In the top drawer hidden under a couple old chess books was her journal. It was light blue with cute flowers all over. But the reason Lizzie had chosen it years ago was because of the little padlock that secured it.

Lizzie pulled the key out from its hiding spot in the nightstand. Unlocking her journal, she pulled out her favorite pencil and began writing. Thinking back to the interesting, frustrating, and fun experiences of her short trip.

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The end to the weekend, and the first arc of the story! Next chapter will be in a new setting, but don't worry, I promise it won't be the last time we see the extended family!

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