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An Accident

 

Another Friday night and Serena Gonzalez was home alone. No place for any self-respecting sixteen year old to be. In her defense, she had been fighting an evening-long losing battle with what can only be described as, the shits. But that wasn't the problem. A completely empty colon would do nothing to fill her empty social calendar. Her bathroom situation only made it worse, made her feel more juvenile. How was she supposed to suffer her loneliness with dignity when her pink cotton panties were down around her ankles and her mom was gently tapping on the bathroom door and all but singing in her sugary voice: Are you okay in there baby? Make sure to spray the spray when you're done going potty. Okay? Love you! Serena would have told her to shut up, but it wouldn't have done any good. And anyways, she did forget last time.

 

It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was beautiful. Not just hot, but beautiful. She had a smiling, vivacious beauty that burst out of her 4'7 petite frame up out of her tight skirt and tank top and out of her green eyes and olive skin. Her beauty had a bounce like her breasts and ponytail as she plopped down on the couch to watch Jersey Shore. And yet, here she was, plopped down on a couch, watching Jersey Shore. She had never had friends. She was always a homebody and, though she could never admit it herself, way too much of a mama's girl to reap the full rewards of a high school social life. But she was used to having acquaintances, and plans. But all it took was one trip to the movies (Tangled, per her request) with a boy she was certain had already broken up with the meanest girl in the school, and her reputation as a slut - along with the fate of her weekends was sealed. Now she looked forward to living vicariously through Ronnie, Sammy, Snookie, and-

 

"What's dat?"

 

Crap. She had forgotten about her two year old sister Esmeralda who was eagerly bouncing on the couch next to her in a fluffy white dress.

 

"What's dat?" Said Serena, playfully mocking her sister.

 

"You can't watch dat. It's for gwown-ups. You're not gwown up."

 

It was a valid point. Serena retorted in the best way she knew how, by sticking out her tongue. "Maybe you can watch it on Hulu when you're sixteen."

 

"What's Hulu?"

 

Before Serena could explain the intricacies of internet streaming to this hopped-up toddler, she caught a whiff of a smell that almost knocked her off the couch. Her face went from smiling to mock-serious in an instant and she exaggeratedly sniffed the air, wrinkled her nose, and waved her hand in front of her face in one fluid motion that she had performed many times before to a giggling audience of one.

 

"Whew-wee!" She said, fanning the stink away from her nose. "Never mind Hulu, you went doodoo! Go see mommy and get changed."

 

"I want you to change it Reenie!"

 

"Nuh-uh. I changed your stinky butt last time. It's mom's turn. Now go up there!"

 

As Esmeralda crawled up the stairs to deliver her stinky present, Serena slumped back into the couch and began watching her show, with a faint rumbling inside her.

 

Ch.2

 

 A faint rumbling and the age old battle began: to maintain her post in front of the glowing black box and watch the drama unfold on the shore, or retire to her post atop the porcelain bowl and relieve her own inner drama for the third and please God let it be the final time that evening. "Gosh dang it, why don't we have Hulu like everybody else?" Serena thought, as her stomach rumbled for emphasis. "And why is my ass always such a pain in the ass? I swear to God, crap goes through me like crap through a goose. I'm a fucking goose. I should be flying south right now. South of California? No, I should be in Atlantic City. Or wherever they are." She was letting her thoughts get away from her again. It was the ADD. Overactive bowels, overactive mind. If she didn't reign herself in, her mind could be every bit as loose and messy as her sister!

 

The rip-rip of the diaper tapes startled her out of her spiral of deprecation. And they were LOUD rips. That was one of her mom's many quirks: the bigger the mess, the harder she ripped. It was like she overreacted under duress. And she was definitely under duress right now, Serena thought, laughing to herself. "Gosh, Esmeralda stank tonight." As if on cue, she heard her mom's wrinkle-nosed assessment, "Eeeewww, Esmeralda!" A wave of pleasure buzzed down Serena's spine as she pictured her mom tossing her head back and pinching her nose with exaggerated disgust in front of the delighted toddler. Diaper changer was a dramatic role for Maria Gonzalez, and it was one she was born to play. "What do you do to me? What do you do to your diaper? Look at Elmo on the other side. You think he still wants to be your friend?"

 

The buzzing in Serena's spine had just emerged from the cocoon as butterflies in her stomach. She always got them when her mom performed a really dramatic diaper change, but never this intensely. It must be because of her own potty situation. Her desperation had reached a certain critical mass, and now that her troops were all gathered on the ridge just above her panties, she felt wickedly babyish. She felt that the only thing separated her and Esmeralda right now was one weak, inadvertent push. It terrified her, it ashamed her, and it made her heart beat faster than the lean-in to a first kiss. She smirked as she remembered a woman who worked with her church youth group 'back when she went to youth group' who assured her and all the other girls that no matter what they desired sexually, there were others who felt the same way, that they weren't alone. She probably meant leather or something. Her sheltered ass probably meant anything other than missionary and a morning peck on the cheek. If only she could see me now. "Hey Mrs. Wenchel, could you give me a list of all the teens who are unbelievably turned on every time their mom changes a stinky diaper? Don't worry, if it's too long, I can have it leather bound." This had to be the real reason she had no friends. She was so weird. Well, alone or not, she had made up her mind. She was going to hold it. As long as she possibly could. She didn't want this shameful, horrifying feeling to end.

 

Ch. 3

 

 Maria bounded into the living room with freshly washed, lavender-scented hands.

 

"Oh my God! Ezzie had the stinkiest diaper!" wrinkling her nose and plopping down on the couch next to Serena. "Thanks for helping me by the way."

 

"I've been watching my show."

 

"I know. I'm just giving you a hard time," Maria said, running her fingers up and down her daughter's back. Her nose wrinkled again when she finally noticed the Bacardi-soaked drama that was unfolding on TV. "You still watch this trash?"

 

"You sound like an old lady."

 

Maria threw her head back in mock indignation. "I'm an old lady cuz I don't like to watch sweaty teenagers humping each other?"

 

"Mom! You can't say stuff like that!"

 

"You can watch it, but I can't say it? Who is the prude now?" After winning the argument, Maria put her hand on her daughter's and gently massaged the base of Serena's neck. She could never sit still in her affection: it was a perpetually moving thing. Although Serena had rolled her eyes at her mother's knee jerk disdain for her favorite show, she was overwhelmed with gratitude. Her mother hadn't said a word to her about needing to get out of the house or call some friends over. She was a good mom like that. Despite the obvious risk to her now begging bowels, Serena relaxed her body and rested her head on her mom's shoulder.

 

"It's ok, we can watch something else. This one is a rerun anyway. What do you want to watch?"

 

"Whatever you want baby. Just get this shirtless boy off my screen." Her mother replied.

 

Serena had bought Esmeralda a fortieth anniversary Sesame Street DVD for her second birthday. In reality she bought it for herself. She had watched it countless times with her little sister, sometimes at the toddler's insistence, sometimes at her own, but when she heard her mother mention Elmo during the infamous diaper change of a few minutes ago, she had an insatiable desire to watch it with her mother. Here was her chance, right before her. She knew that at worst it would just seem a little odd, but the thought of even asking had her shaking with guilt. Then suddenly it just came out of her, like she had no control.

 

"You probably want me to watch Sesame Street or some crap," she said as her heart pounded and her head began to float. It was like she was out of body.

 

"That's probably more sophisticated. But for real, what do you want to watch?"

 

She had a chance to turn back, but the tingling in her chest wouldn't let her. "Maybe we could watch Sesame Street? We could make fun of it, like Mystery Science Theater."

 

"Like what?" Serena saw a look of shocked perplexity threaten to break out over her mother's face, but Maria stifled it. "You know how many times I watch that with Ezzie? I'm Sesame Streeted out."

 

"Fine. I might go watch it by myself then." Even though Serena was usually at home, they hardly ever got the chance to spend quality time together, and she knew her mom would agree to just about anything to keep Serena in the room with her.

 

"No, no. Sesame Street it is." Her mother sighed. "Before I know it, you'll have me putting you in one of Ezzie's pampers and giving you a pacifier to suck."

 

When Serena heard this she desperately wished for this to become reality. She would do almost anything to be diapered in one of her little sister's pampers by her mother. There was no interest in putting it on herself she wanted....no she needed her mother to diaper her! She wasn't very big after all so she was sure they might her if not one size bigger for sure would fit.

 

"You'll have to change me!" She tried unsuccessfully to make it sound like she was casually cracking a joke.

 

"You're in a weird mood tonight baby girl." Maria took her hand off her daughter's shoulder and patted her on the back. "Go put the dvd in."

 

Part 4

 

They were about twenty minutes into their journey down Sesame Street when Serena reached her breaking point. The mess she had been holding in for the last hour was about to come out, and Serena had to decide if it would end up in her panties or the toilet. She had originally intended to wait until the very last minute then rush to the toilet, but the Cookie Monster on TV and her mommy's hand on her back had drawn her into a juvenile dreamland that she couldn't bring herself to escape for the cold, grown-up world of the toilet and closed bathroom door. She was going to tell her mom she was sick, then unload into her panties as she got up to run to the toilet.

 

"Mom, I-"

 

"Serena, I'm going to go to the bathroom. Let me know if I miss any crazy plot twists, I know it's such a complex show," Maria said with a wry smile.

 

This was perfect. Now she could blame her accident on the bathroom being occupied. And she could be discovered with poopy panties, which seemed infinitely more thrilling than going in front of somebody. Her legs wobbled as she stood up off the couch to avoid getting any mess on it. Her heart beat in her throat as the reality of what she was about to do sunk in. She looked up at the TV and saw Elmo, her favorite character, baking cookies with a four year old girl. In the comfort of that scene she let herself go while sucking her thumb.

 

It oozed out of her like wet cement. There was no grunting and no pushing, just a half pound of sludge in her panties. She could feel the mess on the inside of her thighs and could tell that some of the poop had leaked out. The barnyard smell of her accident took no time in filling the small living room. Her mom was going to freak. Without her realizing, a few bursts of pee shot into her panties. She felt naked and numb standing in the middle of her house in her wet, sagging panties. On one hand, she was nervous about her mom seeing her like this, but on the other, she couldn't wait another second for the bathroom door to open. She was about to call out when she heard the flush of the toilet and the rush of water on soapy hands.

 

"So baby what did I miss?" Maria's smile vanished and she stopped dead in her tracks five feet from Serena. She didn't even have to sniff, as the thick odor hung like humidity in the still apartment. Maria instinctually pinched her nose and turned her head to the side, not even stopping to think what effect it might have on her shaking daughter's self esteem.

 

"Oh! Oh Serena! Did you have a poopy accident? Ugh, why am I even asking?! Look at me, baby!"

 

Serena shyly glanced up into her mother's eyes. Maria's nostrils were flaring and her face was hard set, like she was doing all she could to keep it from scrunching up. "Why didn't you go to the bathroom?" She asked, in a high-pitched tone of disappointed pity.

 

Serena's lip started to quiver as she tried to spout off a coherent answer. "You were in there and I, I couldn't hold it!"

 

"Why didn't you tell me sweetie, I didn't know you had to go. And you couldn't hold it five minutes. Is something wrong?"

 

With that Serena burst into tears and her mom rushed to put her arms around her. Maria didn't say a word, she just rocked back and forth as her daughter cried into the nape of her neck. A minute later, Serena started to wipe her eyes and sniffle. Maria leaned over to whisper in her daughter's ear, even though they had the room all to themselves.

 

"Hey. Do you want my help?" Serena nodded as her mom kissed her forehead. "Alright, I'll get you all clean and fresh-smelling. And I'll even try not to make any comments."

 

"You're allowed," Serena said, giggling in spite of herself. Maria laughed too and all the distress of the situation lifted for a moment.

 

"Aww, there you go. If you can laugh like that it will get you through a lot of stinky situations. Alright. Let's do this."

 

Part 5

 

 Serena's shame turned into relief as the fact that her mommy was actually about to change her smelly panties sunk in.

 

"Ok Serena, turn around, I wanna see what I'm working with here." Serena blushed as she turned around to reveal the full force of her mess to her mom. It was humiliating as hell, but the humiliation just added to her excitement. She unbuttoned her tight jean skirt as her mom instructed, then shimmied them down just past the drooping bottom of her panties. She tried to stifle her laughter as she heard her mom try to stifle her retching when the protective shell of her skirt was lowered and the air suddenly got a whole lot more poopy.

 

"Oh Serena! It oozed out onto your leg! That's ok, we'll take care of that later. Let's see what the inside looks like. First let's pull your shirt off so it doesn't get messy." Serena could feel the air on her bottom and her mommy's hair on her back as Maria tugged on the back of her panties and looked in. "Whoo-wee Reena! It's like a sewer in there."

 

A shiver went down Serena's spine as she felt the elastic snap back into place. She couldn't resist the urge to get her mom complaining even more about the mess. "Is it worse than Ezzie's?" The question almost got caught in Serena's tightening throat.

 

"Of course it is sweetie, you're a bit bigger than her. If she had a mess like this, I don't know what else would be left in her. You know what, since it's coming out the sides a little bit, I'm going to get a blanket and just clean you in here. Don't move."

 

No one noticed but Esmeralda had toddled into the room as soon as she heard her mother say "whoo-wee." Usually such exclamations of disgust were reserved for her alone.

 

"Mommy, what happened to Reenie?" The tyke queried, through her firmly pinched nose.

 

"Nothing sweetie, just a little accident."

 

"Ewwww!"

 

Maria squatted down and looked her daughter in the eyes. "Remember your diaper from a while ago?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"And how was it?"

 

"Bad."

 

"That's right. Bad. I don't want to hear another word about your big sister. I'm going to clean her up now. Do you mind if I borrow some of your things to clean her with?"

 

Esmeralda agreed, jumping at the chance to help her big sister. When Maria came back in the room, she was carrying a blanket, a box of wipes, one of the small plastic bags she carried around in case Esmeralda had an incident outside the house, and two of Esmeralda's diapers. She knew she was about to embark on one of the most disgusting clean-ups she had ever undertaken, but she relished the opportunity to help her daughter in her moment of need, and eagerly awaited the hug she would give and get when her teenager was all clean.

 

Maria placed the blanket under her daughter's feet and held her breath as she inched the loaded underwear down her teen daughter's legs, leaving a few streaks despite her best efforts. She could see that Serena was shaking so she did her best to lighten the mood again.

 

"You know what Serena, I think I can handle the smell now. I've gotten used to it now that it's made camp in my nose." Serena laughed and Esmeralda clapped her hands and laughed along with her big sister. As soon as Serena stepped out of her panties, Maria grabbed them by the elastic and threw them in the bag. An involuntary "whew" escaped her as the underwear hit the crinkly plastic.

 

"Ok Serena, since there's so much mess on you, I'm going to clean up as much as I can with one of Ezzie's diapers before I start wiping you."

 

"My diaper?" Asked Esmerald.

 

"Yes, your diaper. It's been called up for emergency service. It's Serena's diaper now."

 

Serena playfully stuck her tongue out at her sister, hoping her mom wouldn't notice. She was still trying to look like she hadn't gotten over her embarrassment, but her insides were doing somersaults. Not only was she getting cleaned off, in a round-about way she was getting a chance to soil one of her sister's diapers. She was startled out of her reverie by her mommy's cold hand on her hip.

 

"Ok Serena, I need you to spread your legs out for me and bend over. Try to touch the ground if you can. Ezzie, pay attention. This'll be you when you start wearing Pull-Ups."

 

Serena spread her legs and placed her palms on the cloth blanket. She barely stopped herself from moaning out loud as she felt her mom press the soft inside of the diaper on her crotch, and slowly pull it back over her bottom, taking a glob of the girl's mess with it. Maria rolled the diaper into itself and taped it shut with a disgusted finality before tossing it in the bag with her daughter's panties. "Alright. About ten wipes from now, we'll be all done."

 

Since Serena's mess was so soft, her mother could wipe gently. She glanced up at Big-Bird on the TV screen and smiled to herself as the cold wipes glided over her thighs, up and down her bottom, and between her legs. The smell of the wipes mixed with the smell of her accident to create the perfect aromatic replica of her sister's nursery, circa changing time. She had been afraid that toddlerhood would always be that hazy time before memory began: a time she would spend most of her fantasies futilely attempting to conjure. Well, here it was again, and this time it would stay with her. Now she just needed to be diapered to get the full experience.

 

"Ok baby, spread your legs a little more, I'm going to try and get in there as far as I can. We're almost done!"

 

Serena dribbled a little bit as she felt the wipe go in her, which set Esmeralda to jumping and pointing at the spots on the blanket. "Reena's peeing."

 

"Serena! You are just Queen Accident today!"

 

"I can't help it!" Lied Serena as she secretly hoped her mother would clean her with the second diaper she brought. She desperately wanted to feel another diaper against her. Her mother would not actually diaper her with it after she thought.

 

"I hope not! You know what, I don't even care because," Her mom slowly dragged one more wipe across her bottom before declaring victory. "You are officially all clean!"