After finishing the last gulp of oatmeal, Tabatha looked up at her mom for assistance.
“Oh honey, here, I’ll let you down,” Marlene said. “You go watch television now while I clean up and do some laundry.”
Marlene lifted Tabatha off the phone books and onto her own two feet. She walked slowly to the television room. Noticing that her balance was a bit off, Tabatha held onto the side of the chair and then brushed against the walls hoping to regain her composure.
Grabbing the remote control, she plopped herself in front of the television, turned on the morning news, hoping to catch up on what was going on in the world.
It all seemed so confusing to Tabatha. The words that came out of the news announcer’s mouth seemed to make sense, but it was all just too much to comprehend. Tabatha clicked the remote control a few times until she found something that seemed more interesting.
Marlene took a quick peek into the TV room and smiled at Tabatha’s new viewing choices. Tabatha’s mind was intrigued by the bright colors and fast moving characters as childish cartoons kept her attention.
Tabatha didn’t even feel a slow trickle of urine escape into her waiting briefs as the cartoons made her excited.
Meanwhile downstairs, Marlene attended to the laundry, washing Tabatha’s stained sheets and dirty underwear. She knew that it would be months and perhaps years that she would have to deal with underwear again. Eventually Tabatha would be relegated to a life in diapers, free to mess and wet herself without ruining her clothes.
After tending to the wash, Marlene marched upstairs and brought out the next surprise for her new helpless daughter.
“Honey can you come into the bathroom. I want you to see what I’ve done to help you,” Marlene said.
Not knowing what to expect, Tabatha waddled over to the bathroom and peered in. Her mouth fell open and face turned bright red when she saw the surprise. It was a toddler’s potty chair. Painted dark green, the chair was only a foot or so off the ground, had a hole in the middle with a plastic container and chute where urine and feces would be drained and collected.
“It’s getting to dangerous for you to climb up on the toilet, so I must insist that you try and use the chair for your business,” Marlene said. “Come on darling, let’s give it a try, I don’t want to have to clean your pants 10 times a day.”
With that, as Tabatha tried to protest, Marlene, swooped down and undid her pants, sliding her daughter’s pull up to her angles, she lifted her up on the potty chair and looked down on her helpless four year old.
“Just give it a try. You’ll feel better when you’re done and you should be happy that you avoided a messy accident in your pants,” Marlene said with a smile.
“But mom, I can get on the toilet fine,” Tabatha said, tears welling up in her eyes. “At least let me be.”
Putting a reassuring hand on her tiny shoulder, Marlene calmed her daughter.
”I just don’t want you to get hurt dear,” she said. “Now do your business, I want to make sure your new seat works properly.”
It took at least ten minutes, with Tabatha struggling in embarrassment. But a tiny twinge worked its way through her bowels, and a small load passed its way and with a grunt, Tabatha pushed a load out, and it landed with a thud as it hit the bottom of the plastic container. It was followed by a short trickle of urine and Tabatha leaned forward for her next embarrassing experience.
Marlene pushed her forward slightly and wiped her rear end with a wad of toilet paper, throwing the stained paper into the adult toilet.
“All nice and clean. Good job darling,” Marlene said, helping her daughter pull her up her brief and her pants. “Now go to your room and get ready. Make sure you brush your teeth. We’ve got to go to the doctor for a check up.”
Tabatha, now beyond embarrassed, did as she was told.
Upstairs, Tabatha decided to take off her pull-ups as she got ready to head to Dr. Danver’s office. Since she already went to the bathroom, she thought she wouldn’t need the embarrassing diapers, especially in public.
Toting a diaper bag with fresh pull-ups, Marlene grabbed her daughter’s hand and walked her to the car. Waiting was a small car seat where Tabatha was quietly locked in.
The ride to the doctor’s office was boring for her. All she could see out the car window were the tops of trees and telephone poles.
They arrived at the doctor’s office in only a few short minutes, Tabatha thought. But when the car door opened, Tabatha’s eyes grew wide – They were at Wal-Mart.
“I just need to pick up a few things before we head to Dr. Danver’s office,” Marlene said. “It will only be a couple of minutes.”
After walking into the store Tabatha’s face grew bright red when Marlene walked her over to the diaper isle. Walking down the long row Marlene stopped, ignoring Tabatha and stared at a bright red package of Huggies disposable diapers for toddlers.
“Mom, let’s go,” Tabatha protested.
“Tabbie dear, I can’t be washing your clothes every five minutes,” Marlene said.
With that she grabbled a package and headed for the children’s clothing department.
Toting her daughter’s hand, Marlene walked her daughter to the clothing isle. Tabatha eager to get in and get out of the store, did all she could to hide herself from other customers.
“Come Tabbie, let’s get you some nice clothes,” Marlene said.
Strange feelings overcame Tabatha, like the world was crashing around her. Feeling totally overwhelmed and out of control, she forgot about her surroundings.
Several other mothers and some store employees watched from a distance as Tabatha pouted.
“Mom! I don’t want to do this,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes as she stomped her feet. “I want to go home! I want to go home!”
“Tabatha Murphy! Come here this instant!” Marlene demanded. And she grabbed Tabatha’s hand and dragged her in the dressing room.
Tears now flooding her eyes, Tabatha regained the little control she had as Marlene pulled at the tabs on her pants. That’s when she discovered Tabatha’s error.
“What! Why don’t you have any protection on?” Marlene asked sternly.
“Because I don’t need it! I don’t want it. I’m not a baby!” Tabatha demanded.
After swatting her butt, Marlene pulled Tabatha to the floor and took off her oversized panties.
“You don’t need protection?” Marlene asked sternly. Showing Tabatha her underwear.
Tabatha looked briefly and saw the brown stain streaks after just a few hours of wear. All Tabatha could do is look away. She knew she was loosing the battle. It seemed so hard to maintain her bowel control. Whenever she sat or bent over it felt like her anus was opening up to release a stool. Every once in a while, without notice, she would let out a tiny wet fart, which was likely the cause of the streak stained panties.
Opening the package of Huggies, Marlene lifted Tabatha’s legs in the air.
All poor Tabatha could do was close her eyes as the powdery scent of a fresh toddler diaper reached her nose. Marlene looked at her as she slowly put her thumb in her mouth and looked away.
Pulling up the diaper between her legs. Tabatha felt the cushioning of the thick padding against her bottom as Marlene taped the sides and brought her back on her feet. Helpless and humiliated, Tabatha looked at her diminutive body in the dressing room mirror.
She sobbed quietly, thinking about her past cheerleading life. Now a helpless child, her diaper crinkled as Marlene helped her into her first diaper cover.
After trying on a romper, a couple of heavily padded toddler diaper cover panties and a pair of button crotch pants, Tabatha waddled beside her mother to the cash register to make a purchase. Out of the corner of her eyes, she felt them staring. They all knew she was a helpless little girl – so helpless she was in diapers because she had little control of her bladder and bowels.
To be continued …