Testing Kalloway

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Kalloway woke to the sun relentlessly beaming through her bedroom window.

She began to rub the morning out of her eyes as she lethargically exited her bed covers. The look of disappointment, but not surprise, quickly commandeered her face as a familiar smell wafted from under the sheets.

As her feet met the floor, she reveled at her long tan legs that glimmered in the brightness shining in.

She always delighted spending the summer at her Aunts house. The college town nearby always offered plenty of opportunities with older guys who relished the chance to be with a young petite brunette such as herself.

Ordinarily, Kalloway would change into something more modest before breakfast, but an early morning stomach growl made her cognizant of her famished appetite. Serendipitously, the smell of breakfast found its way into her room, impulsively prompting Kalloway to disregard her normal morning attire.

She quickly rushed downstairs with only the short pink dress she had worn to bed to hide what she embarrassingly wore beneath.

Upon entering the kitchen, she found that her Aunt had already prepared her breakfast.

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“Morning.”

My Aunt’s sudden appearance frightened me, but her subsequent expression upon undoubtedly noticing my “underwear” made me regretful of my impulsion to not change out of my nighttime attire.

I quickly snapped my legs together while weathering my self-imposed embarrassment. Unfortunately, it was nothing my Aunt was unaccustomed to, but it nonetheless served as an unrelenting reminder of a childhood vestige that had never seemed to mature.

“Good Morning.” I managed to say through blushing cheeks.

My Aunt’s wondering eyes were noticeable; her intentional silence made clear her disappointment. It was the 4th straight day my underwear had embarrassingly spared me from having to clean my bedsheets.

While I wasn’t fond of embarrassing moments such as these, I had become very familiar with them.

As my Aunt began preparing her own breakfast, she nonchalantly commented an unsettling reminder. 

 “I guess you’re ready for that test you have this morning?” My face went pale.

Id decided to take an online Summer course to get ahead on college credits before my first semester, but I had disregarded the test that was due to start in 5 minutes. Even worse, the test required a moderator to monitor you throughout the test.

As I furiously exited the table, I could hear my Aunt chuckle, making me acutely aware of the visibility of the sagging Pamper that crinkled loudly from behind as I rushed towards my room to change.  _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Absentminded to the fact and state of her underwear, Kalloway began clothing herself with anything that appeared remotely suitable that lay on her bedroom floor.

As Kalloway made her way back towards the study, she could only imagine the polarizing scene that was before her Aunt; a beautiful 18-year-old girl rushing to the computer to attend to her college studies all the while still in diapers, peaking ever so discretely from the hem of her jeans.

Kalloway attempted to subside her anxious thoughts as she logged in to her class portal and greeted the testing moderator. Upon the test beginning, a 45-minute timer began counting down.

Her Aunt soon returned, quietly setting down a pill on the desk.  “Don’t forget to take your medicine.” she whispered

Kalloway returned a quick thanks without breaking eye contact on the computer before grabbing the medicine and tossing it back.

She’d always had trouble focusing in school, so her doctor decided to prescribe her appropriately, and to no surprise, her grades instantly improved.

However, the additional side-effect was one that she was greatly discontented, leading to many close calls & stained underwear, all of which had done little to propagate her opinion that she be allowed to wear normal underwear.

With 20 minutes remaining, the medicine’s desirable & undesirable effects began kicking in.

Kalloway began shifting her posture, attempting to offset the sudden, but familiar, pain that she now felt in her stomach.

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The pain was unbearable. I could hardly even sit still, much less focus on the test.

I’ve always thought farting was incredibly “un-ladylike”, but I was desperate. I leaned to one side and delicately pushed, hoping to minimize any damage that I may cause; the muffled sound that followed regretfully confirmed why I’d intended for it to be delicate.

I could feel my Aunt conspicuously staring at me. It was one thing to fart privately, another for it to be heard, and something entirely different when it’s obvious you need a new pair of underwear.

I couldn’t imagine what the moderator was probably thinking. Checking in on each competent student as they worked away at the test, only to scroll past a pretty girl on the verge of soiling herself.

There was a palpable shame that I had always managed to subside with my looks and flirtatious personality, but this was more than shame. This was utterly humiliating.

No girl my age should still have to wear “protection” to bed, but this? This would lay to rest any future attempt at normalcy.

_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Kalloway’s attention was quickly subjugated. Her attempt at relief had only given way to her real problem.

15 minutes remaining, 8 questions to go.

Struggling to appropriate her attention to the most time-sensitive matter at hand, she strained as hard as she could to retain her dignity. It was one thing to still be a bedwetter at her age, but she’d be damned if she’d not only have a daytime accident but a messy one at that.

10 minutes remaining, 5 questions to go.

While reading the next test question, a smell only akin to that of a long unattended toddler found her nostrils.

Memories of babysitting her neighbor’s 2-year-old came flooding through her mind, the daunting reality that she was remotely similar made her cringe.

5 minutes remaining, 2 questions to go.

The smell of Kalloway’s inability to control herself had now begun to permeate through the room. Despite her fear that the moderator would notice, she resorted to partially removing her jeans to avoid soiling them before a ferocious cramp hit.

To her horror, the previously subtle scent that surrounded her began to intensify despite her best efforts.

2 minutes remaining, 1 question to go.

Her patience was waning and her persistence weakening. By now, she was afraid to even sit down in her Aunt’s computer chair in fear of ruining it.

As the clock continued to tick, she could feel herself losing the battle. She’d finally selected the answer to the final question and clicked submit.

Kalloway sighed with relief knowing she’d eliminated the first of two imminent stressors before hearing the doorbell ring.

Her attention quickly shifted away from her efforts to preclude what remained in her bowels from being deposited into her infantile underwear.

And it cost her. Unceremoniously, Kalloway felt her diaper expand to its full capacity.

“Honey, can you get that?” her Aunt yelled from the distance.

Speechless and wide-eyed, Kalloway froze as she contemplated her options.

“Kalloway, will you please get the door?” her Aunt again questioned from afar.

Cheeks burning red, Kalloway had never found herself in such a compromising position. An adult who had just completed a college test all the while depositing a messy gift in her diaper just like a toddler she’d babysit.

She cringed as she anxiously pulled her jeans back up, noticing their tight fit to cover her swollen diaper.

“Kalloway?” her Aunt again questioned

“I’m getting it!” she hastily yelled back as she began to approach the door.

Kalloway’s predicament hadn’t afforded her the forethought to even consider who might be waiting on her doorstep.

Upon opening the door, she found her Aunt’s neighbor waiting.

“Oh hey Mrs. Handsen, what are you doing over here so early?” Kalloway greeted as her voice trembled.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s so good to see you!” she kindly responded.

“I was actually coming over to see you.” she said through a smile.

“Your sweet Aunt mentioned you were in town and I thought I’d introduce you to my daughter who you’ll be going to school with next semester.”

As her daughter appeared from behind, Kalloway couldn’t figure out why she looked so familiar, temporarily shifting her focus away from her compromising predicament.

“Laura, this is the girl I was telling you about.”

“Nice to meet ya. Welcome to the neighborhood!”

“Heyyy Karen!” Kalloway’s Aunt announced from behind.

“Hey Janice! Sorry for the unannounced visit. I just wanted to introduce Laura & Kalloway since they’ll be going to school together next semester.”

Kalloway was quickly brought back to reality as her Aunt momentarily paused as a faint scent became present.

Quickly peering down upon taking the hint, Kalloway realized the bulge from her loaded diaper was visibly present through her jeans.

Janice involuntarily wrinkled her nose, making it clear to Kalloway that her Aunt had quickly ascertained her lingering predicament.

“Aww isn’t that sweet? Well, why don’t y’all come on in and have a seat?” Janice abruptly turned to Kalloway as she was finishing her sentence.  “Kalloway, honey, can you run to your room real quick? I need your help with something.”

Kalloway silently exited, acknowledging the hint of her Aunt’s inviting dismissal from further humiliation.

Upon Kalloway entering her room, she quietly closed the door before pulling down her jeans to observe the damage.

“Pathetic…” she said under her breath as she turned to view her bottom from the mirror.

Her diapered bottom bulged while displaying a telling stain. The stench of her infantile act continued to fill the air, futilely masked by only baby powder.

The door suddenly swung open as her Aunt entered the room, frightening Kalloway enough to quickly pull her jeans up.

“Good Lord did you shit yourself?”

Kalloway stood silent, unsure of how to answer such an atypical question for an 18-year-old.

Her Aunt proceeded to yank down her jeans to confirm the undeniable but unthinkable truth.

“What on earth happened Kalloway? Your diaper is loaded to the brim. Why would you do that?” Her Aunt question in exasperation, causing provocation from Kalloway.

“You think I did this on purpose!? It was just an accident! I was in the middle of the test and…”

Kalloway paused before resorting to a whisper as she could hear Karen and Laura in the living room.

“I was in the middle of the test and needed to go but I couldn’t just get up and leave…”  Kalloway’s voice trailed off as her Aunt picked up the pink dress she’d worn that morning.

“What are you doing?” Kalloway worryingly questioned.

“Let’s get you out of those jeans, honey. I’m pretty sure they’re already stained.”

Kalloway blushed as her Aunt began pulling off her jeans, feeling her adulthood slipping away.

“Arms up.” she kindly asked as she started removing my shirt.

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Standing in front of my Aunt naked was embarrassing enough but standing in front of her in only a soiled diaper was a new level of humiliation I never could’ve imagined.

“Alright, now lay…”

“Hey Janice!?” Both my Aunt and I froze as Karen yelled from the living room.

The realization that my Aunt intended to change me became apparent. While my dignity was disappearing by the second, there was absolutely no way I was going to be treated like a fucking toddler.

I quickly grabbed my dress out of her hand in hopes of dissuading her from subjecting me to further humiliation.

“Stay here, I need to see what Karen wants. I’ll be back in a bit.”

As my Aunt left my room, I put my dress on and reached to release my soiled diaper.

“Shit…”

The realization that I had no way to dispose of my soiled underwear I’d stupidly allowed myself to soil and the fact that the nearest bathroom was in plain sight of the living room hit me.

Pacing around my room, I desperately searched for a solution to my increasingly dire situation. The sound of everyone conversing in the living room only continued to chip away at my remaining dignity.

After a couple of minutes, I decided to try and distract myself after finding one of my textbooks from class.

Then a couple of minutes turned into 5, and 10 into 15.

Laying on my floor reading, I was reminded of my humiliating predicament with even the slightest movement. The audible crinkle was one thing, but the reminder of what I had deposited in a diaper at the age of 18 was ultra-cringeworthy.

I’ve always rejected the idea of just being normal, that wasn’t enough. I’ve always longed to be great at everything, whether school, social persona, friends, athletics… and I had achieved that. Yet, here I was, again, not being normal, but in the wrong direction.

While my normal friends were likely out taking advantage of their Summer break, hanging out with their boyfriends, absent the anxiety of sleeping with them and waking up in a puddle of piss, here I was essentially waiting to get my diaper changed at the ripe age of 18.

Suddenly I heard the front door open which was accompanied by additional small talk and greetings. My heart began to race as I identified the voice to be that of a male.

“Shit! Who the hell is here now?” I quietly screamed under my breath.

Then I heard Laura mentioned my name, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. I quickly jumped up, doing my best to look semi-presentable should I be forced to confront them.

I looked in the mirror to make sure my embarrassing underwear was hidden just in case, pulling my dress down as much as I could. My mind raced as I searched for excuses for why I’d be in such childish attire before freezing at the sound of a knock on my door.

“Hey Kalloway, can I come in? I want to introduce you to my boyfriend!” Laura politely asked.

Why? Why does this have to happen to me? Talk about horrible timing. The absence of my response was weighing heavy in the air.

“Kalloway, you in there?”

I anxiously searched for a response while attempting to keep my cool. My Aunt had always believed in manners, so I was well aware that the option to play possum wasn’t available.

“Uhh yeah, be right out!” I managed to respond, realizing that I’d just voluntarily signed up for the terrifying prospect of not only others learning of my infantile act, but the next-door neighbor’s daughter and boyfriend.

Their momentary silence gave me a moment to get my thoughts in order.

“Okay Kalloway, you’re a sexy, sophisticated woman who’s going to college and has every boy head over heels for you. You aren’t wearing a diaper, you’re in your sexy red thongs that the boys would do just about anything to get a glimpse of. You got this.”

My pep-talk began to waiver as I turned the doorknob, adamantly attempting to retain the framed reality I’d just painted for myself.

“Hey Kalloway! This is my boyfriend John.”

And gone it was. I’d met John at orientation a few weeks earlier. I had quickly noticed his charm and charisma, prompting me to flirt with him in not-so discrete ways to which he had reciprocated. Later that night, I looked up his Instagram only to figure out that he had a girlfriend which explained why Laura had appeared so familiar.

“Hey nice to meet…” John paused as he realized who I was, making Laura quizzically stare at him.

“We’ve met before, haven’t we?” John asked, his tone making it clear that he wasn’t sure if it was a good thing.

“Yeah, I think so. Orientation I think?” I responded obliviously while attempting to hide my disappointment that he didn’t remember me.

“Ohhh yeah, now I remember. Great to meet you again.”

Suddenly I noticed that Laura wasn’t amused. I began to worry that she was concerned about John and I’s previous encounter.

“John… Did you fart?” Laura looked at her boyfriend in disgust as I quickly realized I had misjudged her discontent.

“No of course not… It kind of smells like it’s…”

“Why don’t we go in the living room? I think my Aunt was planning on cooking some lunch.”

My sudden interjection must have been noticeable as both of their faces seemed to indicate that they were quickly learning who the real culprit was.

“Sure, that’d be great. Thanks.” Laura responded after a brief moment of contemplation.

“Great, I’ll be right behind you.”

I ran back into my room to buy some time. Surely there was a way out of this. Then I realized something felt… weird. I paused as I noticed the increased audible crinkle coming from under my dress. Horrified at the implication, I slowly moved my hand under my dress only to find my diaper…

Wet. I had pissed myself and didn’t even know it. This day was getting worse by the second. My self-pity was interrupted as I heard my Aunt calling my name.

“Kalloway! Lunch is ready!”

Panicking I decided to tough it out, praying that my diaper would hold up. What worried me more was the prospect of having another accident, which at this point, I would be naïve to think it couldn’t happen.

“Coming!”

I slowly walked out to the kitchen, extremely aware of how pathetically dressed I was as well as the scent that continued to follow me.

“You dressed for nap-time honey?” Karen remarked through a curious snicker.

Her comment made me even more self-conscience, surely turning my cheeks bright red. Laura and John continued to stare at me awaiting my response to such a childish question.

“Oh no ma’am, I just figured I’d get dressed in some comfy clothes since I don’t have anything else planned for the day.”

Karen’s devious grin remained on her face.

“Have a seat, honey and have some lunch.” My Aunt said as she set down a plate in front of me.

“So what have you guys been up to?” I asked, attempting to shift the attention away from me.

Luckily it worked, and for the next few minutes I was able to take my mind off my soiled bottom that squished beneath me with every move I made.

But letting my guard down was most definitely not the right move. As I shifted in my seat, a small muffled fart escaped from behind my already soiled diaper. I quickly clenched in hopes of preventing further damage.

“Um excuse you, Kalloway.” My Aunt turned to me in a suggestive, “Don’t embarrass me in front of my friend.” manner, completely disregarding my own embarrassment.

“Sorry.” I managed to say in a regrettably childish tone as another knot began to form in my stomach.

“I guess you were right, Janice, she does belong in diapers, ”Karen said accompanied by another snicker, causing Laura & John to quickly look up from their plates before turning to me.

Judging from my Aunt’s silence and Laura & John’s surprise, it was clear that she had spilled the beans, but only to Karen.

I was unsure of whether to outright deny her insinuation or attempt to defend my predicament, but regardless, my momentary pause didn’t afford me either opportunity as Karen stood up from the table and approached me.

“It smells like someone might need their diaper changed, but judging from that toot, it sounds like you aren’t done yet.”

I quickly looked at my Aunt, hoping she would save me from this terrible nightmare.

“I’m sorry honey, it just slipped out when we were talking earlier.”

Before I could begin to react to my Aunt’s betrayal, Karen effortlessly picked me up under my armpits, causing my short dress to ride up, exposing my soiled diaper for Laura and John to see; further surprise growing on their faces.

“Janice, I’ll change her real quick. Can you bring the supplies?”

“Oh Karen you don’t have to do…”

Before my Aunt could respond, the familiar scent of my accident intensified, alerting me to the feeling of the back of my diaper expanding; proportionally I felt my remaining dignity disappearing.

“Yep, she wasn’t finished yet. You’re a little stinker aren’t ya?” Karen quipped laughably as Laura & John continued to stare in shock.

“You all done now?” Karen belittlingly asked as I frantically began to attempt to free myself from her arms.

“LET… ME… DOWN!” I demanded as everyone, including my Aunt, now stared in amusement; their expression making me aware that my defense was merely that of a petulant tantrum.

“Aww is someone fussy? I would be too if I was in such a dirty diaper.” Karen said as if she were talking to a 2-year-old.

“I’ll grab her diaper bag…” My Aunt said disappointingly

Her sudden tone shift made me well aware that I was now on my own; that even she couldn’t defend my pathetic actions.

As Karen laid me down on the living room floor, I chose to fix my eyes on the ceiling, praying I wouldn’t have to make eye contact with Laura or John who I could only imagine were enjoying my regression before their eyes.

I could’ve melted from the embarrassment. Truthfully, I wished that I would’ve. I wouldn’t wish this kind of humiliation on my worst enemy, much less a neighbor. Yet, there I was, lying on my back in a swollen diaper that desperately needed changing.

I was lost in thought, mentally cringing at the idea of anyone else seeing me in such a compromising position, much less the boys I’d dated in high school. Every second I continued to wait for my Aunt to return felt like an obedient submission to the embarrassment I was being subjected to.

Upon hearing my Aunt returning, the sound that I had only ever associated with toddlers echoed through the room. As Karen began tearing the tapes off my diaper, the smell slowly intensified.

“PEEEEHEWWW!”

I finally broke my eye contact with the ceiling to find Karen theatrically waving her hand in front of her face.

“You sure do belong in diapers. Don’t worry though, I’ll have you out of this stinky Pamper in no time.” She said as if it were to be comforting, although I found myself internally conflicted as the thought of being in anything other than a soiled diaper did sound appealing.

The feeling of a cold wipe cleaning my bottom brought me out of my trance, prompting me to jump at the sudden invasion of my private parts.

“It’s okay sweetie, she’s almost finished.” My Aunt chimed in.

The smell occupying the room slowly began to dissipate, only to be replaced by that of baby powder which Karen noticeably over-applied.

"I think we're gonna head out. We're meeting some friends at the lake"

Laura’s comment regrettably redirected my eyes from the ceiling. While they get to go enjoy a Summer day on the lake with friends, here I am being put back in Pampers which, to my disappointment, I earned.

“Aww honey that sounds fun. Y’all be safe.” Karen responded before grabbing my ankles and placing a fresh diaper underneath me.

“Thanks for lunch, Janice. It was delicious.” Laura stated as she turned towards my Aunt.

"Of course! It was my pleasure."

As they left, the fact that they completely disregarded any interaction with me further proved that they now saw me as nothing more than a toddler. Tears began forming in my eyes as Karen finished putting my fresh diaper on.

All of this, just because I had to take a stupid test.