Witness Protection - Part 2

Caroline walked past trailer after trailer, dragging her suitcase behind her, looking away with disdain whenever one of the residents caught her eye. It was a warm, sunny mid-afternoon, and there were a number of people sitting around in plastic chairs outside their homes, smoking and drinking beers. Little gangs of kids ran around screeching, and Caroline wrinkled her nose at the sight of several dirty-looking toddlers whose diapers out were on display.

Mr Harris had given her a new outfit, a pair of ripped denim short shorts and a red and white plaid top that she’d changed into reluctantly, but she’d absolutely refused to put on the thick adult diaper he’d tried to give her. Eventually he’d given up. I’ll let Mrs Jackson deal with you, he’d said, and dropped her off outside the trailer park. Caroline was sure she could reason with the woman. The idea that she was actually expected to… She could hardly bare to put it into words… go to the bathroom in her pants was absolutely absurd.

Eventually she stopped outside the trailer matching the description Mr Harris had given her. It wasn’t as run down as Caroline had feared, but it was still a trailer, a world away from her high-rise apartment building or the large suburban house she’d grown up in. She glanced around and saw one of the neighbours, an elderly man, grinning at her. Caroline turned away contemptuously, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

A clattering noise came from within, and then footsteps. A moment later, and the door was flung open, revealing a plump middle-aged woman wearing jeans and a simple white shirt. Her curly brown hair was tinged with grey, and she reminded Caroline of one of the matrons at the private school she’d attended. She smiled broadly when she saw her. “Betsy!” she cried happily. Caroline could only pull a face, but Mrs Jackson grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into a massive hug. The woman was standing a step up, so Caroline’s face was shoved into her large breasts. “Momma missed you, baby!” said Mrs Jackson, while Caroline squealed and tried to free herself from the woman’s tits. “Come inside!” She broke out of the hug and pulled Caroline up into the trailer and closed the door behind her before she could say a word.

The inside was at least clean and reasonably well furnished, but it was much smaller than Caroline’s apartment. She spotted what looked like her new bed shoved against the wall of what passed for Mrs Jackson’s living room, though in fact it was just an area of the trailer with a television set sitting opposite an armchair, and the kitchen occupied the same space. It seemed like only Mrs Jackson’s bedroom and the bathroom were separate, off down the other end of the trailer. Caroline was suddenly distracted by a firm hand gripping her bottom. “Eek!” she squealed, spinning around.

Mrs Jackson’s wide smile had vanished, and she was looking stern. “Where’s your diaper, young lady?” she demanded, removing her hand from Caroline’s rear, her voice low and dangerous.

For a moment Caroline just stared at her, wide-eyed and afraid, but then she swallowed and composed herself. “That’s something we need to discuss,” she said, in a business-like voice. “I’ve decided to alter that part of my new identity. It’s totally ridiculous that-”

“Oh sweetheart,” Mrs Jackson interrupted impatiently, shaking her head, “it doesn’t work like that, as I’m sure you’ve been told. I get that you’re a big city girl who thinks she’s too good for diapers, but you’re going to wear them, and you’re going to use them, and that’s that.”

“No, that is not that!” Caroline said angrily. How dare this stupid bitch presume to boss her around!

“Keep your voice down, missy,” Mrs Jackson instructed, putting a finger to her lips and giving her a warning look. “The walls here aren’t thick. Anything you say loudly will be heard all round, and it’ll be important to maintain your cover even in the house, most of the time. This is a special exception.”

Caroline gaped at her. She had to act like Betsy even when she was inside the stupid trailer?!

“While you’re under my roof, you’ll follow my rules,” Mrs Jackson continued, hands on her hips. “That means sticking to your new identity. And that means diapers, and it means using them for poop and pee.”

“No!” Caroline squealed, scrunching up her nose in revulsion. Mrs Jackson gave her another warning look, and she lowered her voice. “But why can’t I just pretend?” she asked desperately. “If I do have to wear them, why can’t I just pretend like I use them?”

“I don’t know how it was when you lived in the city,” said Mrs Jackson, “but people round these parts visit each other’s homes all the time. There’ll need to be a full diaper pail sitting in the corner for them to see, and you’ll have to be soggy and stinky in front of people often enough too. If you go about wearing diapers, people are gonna notice if they’re never used. That means you’ll have to fill ‘em.”

“No!” said Caroline loudly, and she stomped her foot on the trailer floor. This was too much! These people were crazy!

“Betsy!” Mrs Jackson scolded. She lowered her voice again, and moved closer. “Can’t you think about anybody but yourself? The agency went through all the trouble of crafting you a new identity to keep you safe, and you throw it back in their faces?”

“I…” Caroline stammered. “I didn’t ask for-”

“And they’re not the only ones involved,” Mrs Jackson cut across her. “I’m putting myself in danger just by housing you. Do you understand that, young lady?”

Caroline blushed. She was starting to feel ashamed. “I… I just…”

“And in any case, I’ve already laid the groundwork by telling people here about your incontinence. To suddenly show up keeping your pants clean would be suspicious. It would put you in danger. It would put me in danger.”

“But…” Caroline could feel tears stinging her eyes. “But it’s so embarrassing!” she cried.

“I know, sugar,” said Mrs Jackson gently, pulling her in for another hug. “But it’s only temporary, remember. The agency told me all about your case. I’m sure they’ll have those nasty criminals locked away in no time. Only a few weeks until the sting operation, they said. It’s sure to go well, and then I’ll be able to tell everyone my daughter headed back to the big city, okay?”

Caroline pulled out of the hug and nodded, blinking back her tears. Was she really going to do this?

“Good girl,” said Mrs Jackson, smiling. “Now, we’re gonna have to do something about the way you came, because there’s no diaper under them shorts, that’s for sure, and anybody who saw you knows it.”

“What are we going to do?” Caroline asked, confused.

“We’re going to put on a little show for the neighbours,” said Mrs Jackson, giving her a wink. She cleared her throat. “Why aren’t you wearing a diaper, Betsy?!” she demanded suddenly, in a voice that was surely loud enough to carry to all the nearby trailers. Caroline jumped with fright. Mrs Jackson reached out, grabbed her shorts, and yanked them firmly down to her knees. “And where did you get those panties?!” she shouted. “Get them off this instant before you make a mess! You know you don’t belong in those anymore!”

Caroline felt frozen, but Mrs Jackson didn’t seem to need her to do anything. The woman pulled her shorts off the rest of the way, hooked her fingers into the girl’s underwear, and tugged them down too, exposing Caroline’s bare bottom and pussy.

“Bad girl, Betsy!” she scolded, when she saw the strip of pubic hair Caroline left above her coochie. “Having hair down here is very unhygienic for a girl who still wets and messes her pants!”

Caroline felt herself blushing scarlet. Everyone would be able to hear this!

“We’re removing that right now!” said Mrs Jackson firmly. She marched to the bathroom and came back with a razor and a tube of cream. Caroline was still too stunned to move. She just stood there, nude but for her shoes and socks below the waist, while Mrs Jackson rubbed the cream over her neat pubic hair and brushed it away deftly with the razor. She felt dizzy with shame as she looked down at her totally smooth nether regions. She looked like a pornstar, or… or…

“Much more fitting for a silly little girl like you, Betsy!” Mrs Jackson announced. “You might be twenty-four, but as long as you’re living in this house, you’re still a child as far as I'm concerned!” She went over to the cupboards next, and took out a large square plastic package. She placed it on the counter, ripped it open, and pulled out something large, white, and rectangular.

Caroline felt sick. At a glance, it looked even thicker than the one Mr Harris had tried to make her wear. And sure enough, when Mrs Jackson unfolded the diaper, Caroline could see the padding that would go between her legs had to be at least three inches deep. She’d never be able to hide something like that!

Mrs Jackson advanced on her, and Caroline backed away instinctively, her eyes fixed on her future underwear, but the woman grabbed her by the arm, spun her around, delivered several sharp smacks to her bare bottom. “Naughty girl!” she shouted, while Caroline shrieked with pain. “Don’t you try to run away, Betsy! You’re putting this diaper on now, before you pee all over the floor! Spread your legs!”

Without even thinking about it, Caroline did as she was told. Mrs Jackson fed the crinkling thing between her thighs and pulled it up. Caroline’s body shuddered the moment the soft padding touched her.

“Hold that in place, young lady,” Mrs Jackson said briskly, and Caroline grabbed the diaper by the front and back to hold it up against her while the other woman secured the tapes. Only then did she realise she was crying.

“I don’t wanna wear diapers!” she sobbed, as Mrs Jackson finished sealing her into her padded prison. The diaper was so thick it made her stand bow-legged. She’d never felt more pathetic. “I wanna use the toilet!”

“I know, sugar,” Mrs Jackson cooed, pulling out the back of Caroline’s diaper and sprinkling in a little baby powder. “But we both know your days of using toilets are over for good.” She patted the crying girl on her Pampered bottom and smiled. “The doctors said your incontinence is completely permanent, so as yucky as diapers are, you’re just gonna have to get used to ‘em!”