Potty Training For Teens - Part 2: Kate's Story

Potty Training for Teens - Part 2: Kate's Story

I honestly don't mind having to wear diapers. It makes me unique - in the good way. I don't care if a wet fart emerges from my rear and I begin uncontrollably soiling my diaper every now and then - it's just the way I am. I smile as my new teacher lays me down on the changing table. This was The Girls' Institution for Toilet Training on planet Congarde. Let me tell you how I got here...
 
First off, I come from planet Aerops. Some may say lots of weird things go on here, and I cannot argue. But luckily, I am not one of them, and at the time I had recently dropped out of high school and was living with my (jerk) boyfriend. He worked ten hours a day at the post office, so I had a lot of free time to myself. To pass the time, because we were going out for dinner later, I decided to go for a shop. I led myself to a part of town where I really shouldn't. Street lights flashed as I approached, and in the corner of my eye was an old woman by a bubbling pot. That kind of thing happens on planet Aerops.
  'Stereotypical witch,' I moaned.
  The witch did not listen.
  'Come here, my love! Come here!' she yelled.
  I sighed. Usually witches were just delusional women who had caught a whiff of some bad gas coming from a toxic volcano. I thought it couldn't hurt to watch a mad woman do her thing, but as I approached, she brought out an old necklace.
  'This is for you my love.'
  I took it gingerly, forgetting to thank her for the actually quite pretty item and bouncing back off into the street. I admired it, running it through my hands. Once I had placed it around my neck, something happened. I couldn't put my finger on it, I barely even realised at the time, but something changed inside of me. So I walked into the Mall, my thumb in my mouth.
  A few hours passed, and I had purchased countless items, that would no doubt contribute to my debt. My boyfriend and I sat eating dinner, silently and quickly, like we always did. So we could get to the sex.
  'Is that a new necklace?' he pointed out.
  I admired it again for a few seconds.
  'Wes - I mean yes.'
  'W - Well how much did it cost?'
  'It didn't - this crazy witch lady gave it to me on the street.'
  He looked alerted.
  'What? D - Do you know who Cassandra is?'
  'Cassandra the Curser?'
  She was often on the news for cursing people with irreversible spells. Her plans were always operated differently - and more excitingly. She was a real witch. Every Saturday there was a show on about her. Last week's had been a man cursed with bad luck.
  'Yes - Cassandra the Curser has been reported in town! Please... Look at the necklace.'
  I ran my fingers up to the heart in the middle of the necklace, reading what seemed like a poem.
 
  If you have picked up thee,
  Beware you Big Baby,
  For the smell of what's to come,
  Will be the opposite of fun.

Gulping, I readied myself to tell my boyfriend the worst. This was the telltale sign for any curse. A rhyme like this. And it looked like a nasty one. But then a voice in my head appeared. It screamed at me for overreacting, and told me my boyfriend can't know. It would just worry him.
  'What does it say?'
  'It says nothing,' I lied, feeling my panties suddenly get thicker - and I notice my thumb is in my mouth again.
  'Well, I guess it was a false alarm, but I still don't trust it. Take it off.'
  'No!' I whined back childishly, feeling the power of the necklace engulf me. 'I wanna keep it on!'
  'Fine, don't take it off, but at least take your other clothes off,' he said seductively, quick to undo my pants and attempt a feel down my crotch. But instead of finding his way down my laced panties like I'm usually wearing, his hand found a different garment. It crinkled as he made his way down to my vagina.
  'Oh my god!' yelped my boyfriend. 'Why are you wearing a diaper?'
  Instead of giving the truthful answer, the necklace once more took control.
  'I needa bathwoom!' I yelped. Before my boyfriend could apprehend and withdraw his fingers, I had begun to pee over his hand and into the cushy garment. Not caring, I giggled as I settled into the new feel of a wet diapey.
  'Jesus!' he shot his wet hand out from my diaper. 'You're not serious? You're wearing a diaper - you're - you're peeing in a diaper?'
  Suddenly I felt my former self return to me. I had overpowered the necklace. But only briefly.
  'What the fuck am I doing? I'm going in - a - I'm peeing in a - a - needa poopie now!'
  I had tried, but the necklace was too strong. My willpower was strong, but the curse of Sabrina the witch was far stronger. My apprehensive boyfriend made for the door - keeping his urinated on hand as far away from him as possible.
  'You're a freak - I can't believe I had sex with you!'
  The door slammed behind him and I was left alone, my brain struggling to fight the oncoming storm of the necklace's power. I could feel the necklace attempting to push a big something out of my behind. I attempted to force it back - I really did - but it was like trying to lift a lorry. I can't tell whether I cried with embarrassment or giggled like an infant as a large, stinking hunk of mess fought its way between my ass cheeks and smeared itself over my behind. I knew the bulge was noticeable and my pants had fallen down from when my horrible boyfriend had began to seduce me. If anyone walked in they would see my in all my pampered glory. But the necklace had mire tucked in its sleeves. My brain contested as the necklace forced my body to begin rubbing the diaper. I couldn't stop anatomy. The more vigorous it got, and the more the necklace controlled me, the weaker I got to its powers. I came into the diaper, adding to the mass, and rendering myself unconscious.
  I awoke to the bleep of my alarm. I could not remember the events of last night. I was attired in my nightwear, no diaper, and the necklace was slung around my neck. I rather liked it, actually.
  College beckoned. I got myself dressed, made sure my previous notes were organised properly, and set off, unaware of my previous diapering and messing, and unaware of the events ahead.
  Unfortunately for me, I had opted to wear an outrageously short skirt and had decided to sit at the front of the room. Mr. Goodwin assumed his place at the front of the room, eyeing up the students before him. He gestured toward me.
  'Kate - would you mind coming to the front and telling everyone why the civil war occurred?'
  I coughed meekly, feeling myself get hot.
  'Of course, daddy - I mean sir!' I corrected myself, feeling the effects of the necklace hold seige on my head once more, except I didn't recognise it.
  'The civiw waw began because - mmph!'
  My thumb happened to be in my mouth.
  'Presentations are usually better when one does not have one's thumb in their mouth.'
  I withdrew the thumb.
  'Fanks, dadda,' I continued, not correcting myself this time. I could feel my panties suddenly thicken, and they now felt like they showed beneath my skirt. Furrowing my brow at the peculiar mocks, I took a deep breath, 'the civil war began because -'
  'Because you wet your diaper?' my speech was interrupted.
  'Because you went to bed without a change?'
  'What?' I yelped back hotly, feeling my face burn red and my brain shut down. My mind was once more taken by surprise by the necklace. Instead of sheathing the view of the diaper with my skirt, I did the exact opposite (against my will of course) and pulled down my skirt to give the onlookers a full view of my pampered rump. The mocks and teases multiplied by multiple zeros. I was screaming and crying inside, the embarrassment of not only wearing a diaper and in public, but displaying it to my peers, looking as though I was proud. Mr. Goodwin just stood before me, awed at his diapered student. Attempting to force myself out of this trance, my body strutted around before the audience as they barked with laughter at my state. How would I ever get my reputation back, even if I ever did get out of this? And then came the worst. My necklace-invaded body turned its back to the audience, grabbed the microphone usually used for lectures, and squatted, holding the mic to my diaper. I pushed and pushed to attempt to force the necklace from my brain, but it just carried on pushing in a different way. The results of my incident were uncanny as the entire crowd flinched at an entire log of poop falling and sagging the garment with a milky fart blasting through the speakers. But that wasn't it. Another poop gave the onlookers more to mock about, and it was followed by a rather long urination. I had given up hope by then. There was no going back now - no hope - no future. The diaper filling version of me strutted outside, and walked shamelessly home.
  There, my mind was given back to me.
  Whimpering to myself in my messy state, and tearing off the necklace, I heard a voice.
  'You have been a bad girl of recent times,' it said.
  'Why?' I asked through tears.
  'Do you want me to list the reasons? Disobeying your parents, owning a boyfriend simply for sex, bullying at school, undermining people -'
  'Ok - I - I get it! Now can you stop this!'
  'I can not. You have gone too far. However, I can tell you an alternative.'
  'What? I'll do anything!'
  'Good. I have rendered you incontinent. You will go to Congarde and join The Girls' Institution For Toilet Training. Once you have improved your ways, the incontinency will leave you, and you will be able to lead a normal life.'
  'H - How long will that take?'
  'It depends on how good of a baby you are.'

And so that's how I got here. I had no choice, and it could be worse! I must improve my ways now, and perhaps then I can get out of these diapers. I'm getting used to them now, whoops just cooked up a big one. I better tell Giselle (our teacher). Bye!