Childish Choices (Chapter 2)

Maria spent the hour remaining in her workday with an aching bladder and a swimming mind.  Under her dark grey skirt, the flower-patterned diaper felt bulky, absurd.  It was actually thin and tight, stretching easily to fully encase her round ass and hourglass hips – the super-absorbent chemical treatment meant it didn’t need to be thick or fluffy.  But the part between her thighs was so wide that the whole diaper felt simply huge.

Of course she’d chosen the diaper.  The idea of squatting over the litter box and letting her water go right then and there, with Dr. Reniston watching her … it was appalling.  Her throat felt thick even thinking about it.

“You might find the diaper’s not going to address your concerns,” Dr. Reniston had warned her, but Maria had hastily taken her panties down anyway, trying to bundle herself into the diaper without lifting her skirt so far that Dr. Reniston would see what was under it.

On the way out of the ladies’ room, Dr. Reniston had casually dropped Maria’s panties into the wastebasket.  Maria hadn’t dared say a word.  She was still so lucky to have gotten off this easily for her slip-up during the training session.

In her haste to put the diaper on discreetly, Maria had gotten one of the tape fastenings crooked.  It wasn’t helping the diaper feel any better-fitted.  She shifted uncomfortably on her lab stool, tucked an unruly strand of hair behind her ear, and tried to focus on comparing her sheets of experimental data to the product specifications in front of her.

Compound MR-6943 has not been shown to have any carcinogenic effect in rigorous tissue culture trials.  The compound exhibits a slight softening or plumping effect on exposed skin and may cause reduction in the potency of hair follicles, but this is not considered a barrier to effective use, nor has it been shown to be dangerous (at p<0.5) in a double-blind study involving a randomized …

Her seat in the long, gleaming laboratory was close to the water cooler.  Every time someone filled one of the plastic cups at its tap, Maria felt her bladder give a funny spasm.

She’d skipped her normal after-lunch visit to the bathroom to obey the summons to Dr. Reniston’s office, and their visit to the strange, locked closet in the ladies’ room hadn’t afforded Maria any opportunity to use the toilet.  The diaper she wore was still dry, though.

Blushing in shame even though no one was paying her any attention, Maria tried to relax herself and let a little of the pressure in her bladder flow into the diaper.  Just a little.  She couldn’t risk leaking, after all.  But it was impossible to get the muscles to loosen.

At last the day was over, and Maria could slide off the steel lab stool.  But she knew there was more to come.  Dr. Reniston had said Maria would be coming out to dinner with her, along with her husband, Dr. McAaron.  And in fact, Dr. Reniston was standing right outside the door, waiting for her.

“Come with me,” she said, and Maria nervously followed her.

Once they’d reached the parking lot, Dr. Reniston reached out and took Maria’s hand.  It was a surprisingly intimate gesture, undertaken casually.  Maria was so surprised by it that her fingers went utterly limp and pliant, and Dr. Reniston’s grip firmed.  The older woman held her hand as she crossed the street, drawing her along without subtlety toward the reserved spot with Dr. Reniston’s name on it.

It was the back door of the sleek grey four-door car that Dr. Reniston opened.  She gave Maria a little push.  “In.”

Maria climbed in obediently.  With more nudges, Dr. Reniston made her slide to the middle of the bench backseat.  “Clasp your hands again,” Dr. Reniston said, and Maria obeyed, blushing, lacing her fingers together in front of her own bosom.  

Dr. Reniston bent down to lean into the car, brought out the lap belt from the seat and buckled it firmly around Maria’s waist, then reached down without hesitation or announcement and drew Maria’s skirt up.  Efficiently she tucked the hem into the seatbelt, exposing Maria’s long legs completely.  Maria flushed and gasped, her legs spasming toward each other.  She’d been brought up to think of someone seeing her thighs as obscene, let alone someone looking between her legs!  But Dr. Reniston wasn’t just looking – her long, firm hand went down to cup Maria’s mound, checking the wide crotch of the flowery diaper.

“Not yet,” Dr. Reniston murmured, and as Maria’s hands clenched bloodlessly, her own free hand came to massage Maria’s lower belly.

Maria had needed to pee slightly when she’d gone to Dr. Reniston’s office, and profoundly for the past forty-five minutes.  She hadn’t been able to let go of even a drop, too inhibited and too terrified of leakage.  Under the expert pressure of Dr. Reniston’s hand, she abruptly wet like a geyser.

A single sob of embarrassment left Maria’s lips as the warmth suddenly drenched her crotch, crawling rapidly upward as her bladder released into the diaper.  Terrified, she looked down – was she ruining Dr. Reniston’s upholstery? – but beyond her own trembling breasts and open thighs she saw no spreading stain.  Only the little blossoms on the diaper.

“Very good,” said Dr. Reniston, and took her hand away.  “Now, sit quietly and keep your hands folded until it’s time to go.”

Maria didn’t dare to disobey.  She stared at herself unblinkingly, too horrified to look around and see who might get a look at the puckered, pink-flowered layers gathered between her legs.

She tried to remind herself she’d gotten off easy for her crime, but that carefree choice to watch something inappropriate during the training session felt like it had been made by another person.  Not by this helpless young woman wearing a pulled-up skirt and a wet diaper, sitting in the middle of someone else’s backseat where anyone walking by could see the pretty flowers on the wet padding between her thighs.


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