Sabotage - Chapter 20

For a moment, Breanna began to panic. She thought she had been caught, that they had found her hypnosis files or something. But Robert continued, and she was able to take a breath.

“That nurse from the school called me. She told me everything that she knew about them,” he said. Breanna exhaled and relaxed her shoulders, then replied.

“So what did she tell you about it? So I know how to fill you in…”

“She told me about the mess on Monday, which I knew about, the wet pants on Tuesday and that apparently she wet the pad that was given to her that day; you told me that too. She also told me that you told her that she wet her pants on a walk on Wednesday when she stayed home from school for wetting her bed. This is starting to get into the stuff I didn’t know. Yesterday, apparently, she wet herself in the morning, and then at lunch, you came to get a change for her diaper, likely meaning she wet her diaper at lunch too. She said she gave you two, and then today, Serina came in completely unprotected, which to my logic suggests that she either used those two diapers too, or she was really confident going to school the next day. That I would like to know from you?”

Breanna swallowed. He really knew everything; she wasn’t she if she wanted to be nervous or excited about it. All she wanted to do was know what was in the pharmacy bag behind her, even though she had an idea.

After a moment of silence, she replied, “she used them both. One when we got home from school, and the other was used overnight when she wet the bed.”

Robert nodded as he drove.

“And now she’s been home all day because she pissed and shit herself first thing in the morning. Is that all of it? Is there more I’m missing?”

Breanna debated actually making up a few more accidents that she could add to the whole mess, but Robert’s comprehensive list of her accidents showed just how many Serina had already had, and Breanna decided it wasn’t really necessary.

“No, that’s everything, unless she’s had another one since she got home,” Breanna added that last bit as a sort of compensation for not fabricating accidents and smiled while looking out the window.

“I just can’t believe it all. My 18-year-old daughter has had some sort of accident every day this week. She has to be horribly embarrassed, isn’t she? Wouldn’t you be horribly embarrassed if you were wetting and crapping your pants every day at school?”

“Yes, that would be horrible,” Breanna replied, without really taking the time to reflect on whether it would be horrible to have that happen to someone.

“Well, it’s stopping now. I’ve booked a doctor’s appointment for her on Monday, and for the weekend, well, that nurse of yours told me what she uses...and you can see I’ve got some in the back seat there.”

Breanna turned around, trying to suppress her smile, and reached into the back seat to look at the pharmacy bag. It was a whole package of adult diapers, the pull-up ones, just like Nurse Taylor had been stocking at school.

At home, Serina was getting brave. Since she had woken from her nap needing to pee, she started testing her bladder limits again. All day she was drinking bottle after bottle of water, then holding it for as long as she could before rushing to the toilet and using it like normal. She had even started a timer and was keeping a list of her hold times.

Serina was now confident something strange was going on, for she knew she could hold it normally. As she struggled with her bladder for the forth or fifth time that day, she asked herself:

“So why could I not feel it this morning or yesterday morning? Why did that only happen when Breanna was around?” She crossed her legs and pushed her hand into her crotch, trying to beat her last time. Since the first time she kept track, the time had only decreased, which annoyed Serina but motivated her to push on. And while she had been growing in confidence, her diaper stayed on the whole day. She had even been thankful for it a few times as it caught the first few dripples to escape as she lost control on her way to the bathroom. Those dribbles had added up a bit though, and her diaper had begun to get a bit too saturated to write it off as a dry diaper anymore.

Suddenly, the front door swung open, and Breanna walked through. Serina shot upright and looked at the time. It was well passed when she was meant to pick her up, and she groaned.

“Oh god, I’m sorry Brea I was… I just lost track of time,” Serina explained, hiding the stopwatch behind her back and attempting to stand normally.

“It’s okay, I got a ride,” Breanna explained and pointed to Robert, who walked up behind her with the pharmacy bag.

“Dad, what’re you doing home so early?” She asked.

“I got a call from the school today. Rina, we need to talk,” Robert boomed. Serina’s heart started pounding, and her bladder strained harder.

“Talk...about what, daddy?” she asked, acting innocent.

Breanna kicked off her shoes and walked past her towards the kitchen, whispering “about your baby bladder” as she walked by Serina. Serina gulped, and suddenly, her bladder gave. She felt the rush of a full bladder push out and hiss against the already saturated padding in her pants. The blood rushed from her head, and she looked at the stopwatch, noticing that her usual time had been cut in half.

It wasn’t long after the accident started that the diaper couldn’t hold anymore. After already enduring leaks and spurts throughout the day from Serina’s experiments, it was too full to accept what Serina was pouring into it. Robert watched as wet spots began to form on the sides of her legs, leaving a perfect dry outline showing where her diaper was.

“About that, Rina,” Robert said, disappointed.

“Dad, I can explain-” Serina stared, pee still flowing out into her pants, now travelling down her legs and onto the floor.

“No need to explain. Your nurse told me everything, and Breanna filled in the gaps. This is becoming a serious issue young lady, and I’m going to take it seriously.”

“Dad please, I think I’ve figured it out. I’m only having accidents around Breanna, so I think there is something to this stress-incontinence thing. She stresses me out too much and-”

Breanna’s head raised from preparing a snack when she heard her name, worried that Serina was onto her hypnosis training.

“I spoke to the doctor. He told me stress incontinence is not what you think it is. He said there might be something medically wrong, but there is just as likely the possibility you were doing this for attention,” Robert said, and Breanna snorted a laugh in response.

“Attention? ATTENTION? You think I’m doing this for attention?” Serina practically screamed at her dad.

“I don’t know Serina, but it’s a possibility. All I know is that you have a doctor’s appointment on Monday, and in the meantime, you’ll continue to wear these.” Robert lifted the bag of diapers and placed it on a table in front of Serina. Serina fumed, her diaper now full and saturated and her legs completely soaked in pee.

“But I don’t need them, I didn’t have an accident all day until Breanna and you showed back up!”

“Really, you’re going to stand there and tell me you don’t need them as your legs are soaked with pee? You also going to tell me that when we walked in that door, that diaper was completely dry?”

“Well, it wasn’t...completely dry, but I can explain that!” Serina spoke with desperation.

“No need to explain. Get yourself cleaned up and into a dry diaper. You’re going to be wearing 24/7 until I deem otherwise. And yes, I will be checking.” Robert placed the pack of diapers into her hands, then walked off into his room. Serina turned, shocked, and looked to Breanna, standing in the kitchen with a snack. She smiled as she took a bite, then walked off to her room; Serina glared at her and watched her walk the whole way.

Serina knew something was definitely up.