At first this story was going to be about Ginny, but then I thought that it would be better if I made my own characters, because then I would have more freedom with the the story, so if notice any similarities between a character from the book and one I created, that will be why. Hope you guys like it:
“Sarah, dear, we’ve tried everything else. Just try them on
for a little while, dear,” my mom said to me.
“No,” I barked back at her, blushing a little, “I don’t want to wear them.”
“Sarah, we can’t have you going around the house when you could go at any given
time, and when you go back to school you certainly can’t have the same thing. The
other students would laugh you out of classroom. Sarah-“
“I don’t want to wear diapers!”
“Sarah! Sarah, what I’m saying is that you don’t have to, and your brothers
don’t have to know about it ether.”
I hesitated, if they weren’t diapers, and my brothers wouldn’t know anything
about it… it didn’t matter anyway, now that my mom had gotten me think consider
what she was saying, she’d gotten me. There was no way out of whatever she was
proposing to me now, she had me exactly where she wanted me. I sighed.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Their something that muggles make for their children when they’re not potty
trained at an age were they should be. Usually there meant for children that
are still quite young, but… you have the same needs here, Sarah, and since you
won’t wear diapers… this is the best that your father and I could come up
with.”
I just stared blankly at her from my bed.
She pulled a pink-boxed shaped object out of the brown bag she had been holding
and said, “Their called, pull-ons, er, I mean pull-ups.”
I now eyed the bag suspiciously. It looked extremely similar to a diaper bag.
“What- how do they work exactly?” I asked getting into a sitting position on my
bed.
“Well… they work pretty much the same as diapers, actually,” she answered.
“Then what’s the difference?”
“The way how you put them on. See, you actually pull them
up, like normal underwear. But when you take them off, you can tear the sides,
or pull them down.”
She beamed at me.
“Mom…”
“Sarah, we’ve tried everything else: potions, spells, healers… You know there
are only three things left… diapers, regression, or these,” she said holding up
the pull-up bag.
I stared at her for a long while; she just stared back.
“Sarah.”
“Ok,” I blurted out without meaning to.
“Really?”
What else could I say? If I argued any more, then it was inevitable that she
would win, and I really couldn’t keep going on like I had, especially since I
was going back to Hogwarts in less than a week. By the sounds of it, pull-ups
were better than diapers, and there was no way I was going to try regression.
“Yeah... There’s nothing else to do, really,” I mutter to her.
“Wonderful, Sarah! Uh, would you like me to show you…-“
“Ah, no. No thank-you. I’ll figure out how put them on by myself,” I grumbled.
“Alright then, I’ll leave them here on your desk. Sarah, one thing you ought to
know, I mean two, is that we put an automatic cloning spell on the pull-up bag,
so the moment you take one, it will be replaced by another. The second is that,
the biggest size they had wouldn’t fit you, so made it larger. However, that
might have make them not fit right, gotten out of shape, or not be as
comfortable as they should be. So tell us if they don’t feel right, ok honey?”
“Ok, mom,” I said a little blankly, not wanting her in my room.
“Alright, but Sarah, put them on right when I leave, your next accident might
be at any given time. Ok?”
“Yeah.”
“Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes,” she said as she walked out and
closed the door behind it.
Instead of putting on the pull-ups like my mom told me, I laid back down on my
bed and closed my eyes. So was my life. A fifteen-year-old witch with bladder
problems that no one in the world could solve. My parents took me from one
healer to another, none of which could tell me why I could no longer control
myself, or offer a cure.
One healer did offer me a cure, but it had the opposite effect. Instead of
giving me all or little control back, it made me suddenly start going right
then and there. I remembered as I was standing there after swallowing the
potion when suddenly I fell to the ground because of an intense pain in my
stomach. I then began to wet myself nonstop in front of my mom, dad, little
sister, and the healer. At first we thought it would be over soon, but when I
was still going after three minutes, we all knew something was wrong, as the
puddle continued to grow. Worse, my stomach hurt so much that I couldn’t get
back up.
Then suddenly, the healer put a spell on me, and then my panties, skirt, socks,
and shoes disappeared only to be replaced with a diaper. I tried to shout at
him change me back, but my stomach began to hurt even more after that, and soon
I began to mess myself to.
The healer had made the diaper unfillable, so there was nothing more to worry
about other than me being stuck like this for the rest of my life. Soon after,
though, he had found a potion that made the pain in my stomach go away, and
soon after that, another potion that made me stop wetting and messing myself at
the time.
That had been the last healer my parents had brought me to. Since then they had
been nagging me about trying diapers.
I opened my eyes and looked back at my desk, where the pull-ups sat. I sighed
again as I began to get up, get out of bed, walk over to my desk, and finally
pick up the bag. I looked at the front of it, which had a picture of a toddler
sitting on a toilet with her hands in the air, and a big smile. I quickly made
a stern face when I realized that the smiling toddler was making me smile too. Returning
my face to a frown, I ripped open the bag and took one out. I opened it up,
looking at the picture on the front of it, a drawing of a blond girl with a
beautiful pink dress. Unlike wizard drawings, it didn’t move, which was a good
thing.
I ran over to my door and locked it before running back to my mirror, with the
pull-up still in my hand. I pulled down my skirt and panties. I looked at the
pull-up one more time before putting it on. I looked at myself in the mirror,
and there I was, wearing a pull-up. A fifteen-year-old girl with shoulder-long
light brown hair, green eyes, wearing a light blue turtle neck and a pink
pull-up.
I walked around a bit. It didn’t feel bad. In, fact, it felt quite comfy. It
was a little thick, like I was wearing multiple layers of panties, but it was
softer.
A knock at the door made me jump.
“Sarah, dinner is ready,” my dad called.
“O-ok, I’ll be there in a minute,” I stuttered back.
I listened as he went back downstairs.
My heart was beating like a woodpecker’s, and my knees felt a little wobbly.
I went back over to my mirror and took one last glance at myself wearing the
pull-up before pulling my skirt back up, and following my dad downstairs to the
kitchen, leaving my door wide open with the rest of the pull-ups sitting on my
desk.
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