White Tights Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

After they had finished their meal, Chloe and Mia set about doing the washing up.

‘Afterwards is there any chance I can use the toilet?’ Chloe asked. ‘Gina wouldn’t have to know.’

‘She’d know when she came home and there was no wet nappy. You won’t be able to get out of using them,’ Mia replied.

Chloe didn’t really want to tell Mia that it wasn’t a wet nappy that she was worried about. She was starting to get cramps, and knew that wouldn’t be able to last the night.

‘What about ringing my dad? He must have left a number for where he’s staying.’

‘If he did, my mum’s hidden it. She’s pretty adamant that you won’t be getting out of this. If you’re lucky he’ll call,’ said Mia.

‘I hope so, I’m sure he’d put a stop to it if he knew.’

After they’d finished washing up, Mia turned to Chloe.

‘I’ll be up in my room. You can do more or less whatever you want as long as you keep your nappy on. Mum says I have to give you a bath at eight, but if you need, you know, changing before that, let me know.’

With that she left Chloe stood in the kitchen wearing the top half of her school uniform and nothing but a nappy on her lower half. Chloe decided that she could at least do something about the top half, so she went up to her room to get changed. She settled on a t-shirt and a hoody, as it was a little bit cold. After sitting on her bed for a few minutes she still hadn’t warmed up, but knew she couldn’t cover her bottom half. Not sure what to do about her predicament, she walked over to Mia’s room and knocked on the door.

‘Come in,’ Mia said, and Chloe opened the door and walked through. Mia’s room was a mess, as usual. This was one of the few things that Mia’s mother wasn’t particularly strict about, and Mia took full advantage. The floor was covered in dirty clothes. Mia started kicking them to one side to make a clearing on the floor, and Chloe felt a pang of jealousy as she saw a pair of sexy black knickers in amongst the jumble.

‘I’ll just go and get the stuff. Mum’s keeping it all in the cupboard under the stairs,’ Mia said.

‘What stuff?’

‘You know, nappy stuff. So I can change you,’ Mia said, walking towards the door.

‘Wait,’ said Chloe, halting Mia in her tracks. ‘I don’t need changing. I’m just cold. Am I not allowed to wear anything over my nappy?’

‘That’s what mum said. Sorry,’ said Mia, looking genuinely apologetic. ‘Oh, hold on, I’ve got an idea.’

She walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer, which was full of underwear. She rifled through the bras, knickers, tights and socks until she found what she was looking for, and then held up a pair of long pink socks. During the rummaging, Chloe could have sworn she noticed something that looked suspiciously like a pull up lurking at the bottom of the drawer, but thought it best not to comment.

‘If you wear these they won’t cover your nappy, but they come up to mid-thigh so they should keep you a bit warmer.’

‘Thanks, I’m freezing,’ Chloe moaned.

Mia walked over and handed the socks to Chloe, and then gave the front of Chloe’s nappy a squeeze.

‘Mia! Stop doing that!’

‘What? I’m just making sure that you definitely don’t need a change.’

‘I’m not a baby, I don’t wet myself without realising. I’ll come when I need to be changed.’

Chloe walked out of the room holding the socks in her hand.

When she was safely back in her room Chloe pondered her predicament as she sat down on the bed. She was pretty desperate for the toilet now. All the water she’d had with dinner was a slight concern, but much more pressing were the cramps in her stomach as she brought her left leg up to put the sock on, she let out a loud fart, and realised that she couldn’t hold it off much longer. She put the other sock on without incident, and decided to try to read a section of Macbeth to prepare for next piece of English coursework. She was finding it very hard to concentrate, and the next time she felt an urge to fart she didn’t try to supress it. She didn’t really see the point, seeing as there was nobody there. However, as soon as it escaped her rectum, she realised it was very wet. Chloe began to cry as she realised she had just sharted in her nappy. Still in severe discomfort from the cramps, Chloe reasoned that seeing as she had already messed herself, she might as well empty her bowels. She pushed, but it seemed to have no effect, which seemed odd as Chloe was desperate for relief. She stood up, spread her legs a bit more and tried again, this time grunting with effort. She was rewarded as the fruit of her labours deposited itself into the seat of her nappy, and her cramps seemed to lesson. Her nappy was sagging at the back, but Chloe didn’t mind that too much as it was keeping her mess away from her skin. She continued to push, and more and more sticky brown poo found its way into her nappy. She realised with horror that the nappy had sagged as much as it was going to, and now the parcel she was making in her nappy was working its way back towards her bum. She could feel it smearing across her skin and absolutely caking her crack. When the smell hit her she gagged, and realised that she wanted to be out of this nappy as soon as possible.

Unable to do much more than waddle, she made her way to Mia’s room and knocked on the door once more.

‘Does baby need changing now?’

‘Yes please,’ said Chloe, waddling into the room.

‘I’ve already been to get the stuff that we need so if you just…’ Mia stopped and starred at Chloe. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. ‘You filthy little bitch!’ she cried.

‘It’s not my fault,’ Chloe sobbed, ‘I asked to go to the toilet!’

‘You neglected to mention the fact that it was because you were going to do a massive shit. I could’ve let you go for that as long as we made sure there was a pissy nappy for when mum got home. Now I’m expected to clean your shitty arse!’

Mia was clearly not happy.

‘Well you can get out of my room before you infect the walls with your stink. Get back to your room!’ Mia screamed.

With great shame, Chloe realised that on top of crapping herself while wearing a nappy, she had just been told off and sent to her room by her little sister. She waddled across the landing. When they got into Chloe’s room, Mia grabbed the chair from the desk and put it in the middle of the room.

‘What are you doing?’ Chloe whined.

‘It’s not fair that I have to suffer just because you chose to crap yourself like a dirty bitch. I’m going to make sure that you suffer more than I do. Now lay across my lap, you dirty girl.’

‘Please Mia, you can’t,’ Chloe pleaded.

‘Oh yes I can, and I will. You don’t want me to tell mum that you weren’t behaving do you?’

Reluctantly Chloe approached Mia, and positioned herself across her lap. This was to be her third spanking of the day, and it was by far the most humiliating. While the nappy, and its contents, offered her some protection from the swats that came down on her bottom, the shame of being spanked in a pooey nappy by her younger step-sister was immense. It was awful extremely uncomfortable as she felt the crap being smeared all over her backside with each moment of impact, until there was nowhere for it to go but forwards. Chloe cringed with disgust and blushed with shame as she felt her mess slide over her vagina. For the first time today she was glad that it was hairless. As her discomfort increased, Chloe’s overstretched bladder betrayed her, and she felt a hot stream of urine pour into her nappy. She dreaded to think what it would look like when Mia took it off.

‘And now you’re wetting yourself too? I thought you weren’t a baby?’ Mia mocked. ‘How’ SLAP ‘old’ SLAP ‘are’ SLAP ‘you?’ SLAP.

As Chloe fell into fits of tears, draped across her sister’s lap, she heard the phone ring.

‘Right, get to the corner, quickly. I’ll deal with you in a minute,’ Mia commanded.

Chloe obediently made her way over to the corner and stared at the wall. Any fight she had left in her was used up. She heard Mia pick up the phone.

‘Yeah, mum’s at work. Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Oh, she’s fine too, but she’s over at Ryan’s. Okay, speak soon. Bye.’

Chloe realised with horror that Mia had just been on the phone to her dad, and that she’d told him nothing of the way in which she was being treated. Feeling hopeless and betrayed, Chloe stood in her smelly nappy waiting for Mia to return.