The Worst

“Come on, Aria! Push. Push!”

“Push what?!” Aria slammed her hands on the ground in frustration. In her current position, it looked really goofy.

Smack dab on Sonata’s training potty, the plastic mouth swallowing half her diaper, she couldn’t exactly find the best way to sit. Her legs were spread, but her knees had to go up and out. Without a wall to rest her back against, she was hunched over in search of some balance.

Why she was on the training potty in the first place… that was it’s own can of worms.

“You’re so close!” Sonata assured her, eager eyes behind her clasped together hands. “I can feel it!”

“I can’t feel anything,” Aria grumbled. She shifted her weight, diaper bunching up into her privates. Now I feel something, she realized, face red. “Why do I have to wear this thing, anyway?”

“Aww, don’t be silly,” Sonata said. “You’re not supposed to actually go in a training potty. I think.”

“You think?” Aria ground her teeth. “You’ve got me trying to crap my own diaper here, Sonata!” She pushed herself up. “This is so stupid!”

“Aw, come on, Aria,” Sonata whined. She put her hands on her hips as her fellow Siren retrieved her skirt. “I thought you wanted to get potty trained.”

“I do!” Aria huffed, hiding her padded shame. “And stop calling it that!”

“Aww…”

“I don’t want to keep using my diaper forever. And now we have a real deadline thanks to someone.” She directed her dagger-glare to Adagio.

Her face reddened at the accusation. She’d been leaning against the wall, arms crossed, with her ‘above it all’ posture. But that one sentence pulled her out of it, arms thrown up. “I didn’t know she was going to start stalking me, okay!”

Aria rolled her eyes. “And you were telling me not to be stupid around my partner.”

“Grr!” Adagio folded her arms again, looking away. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m impossible? For worrying about Sunset finding out?” Aria kicked the plastic potty across the room.

“Hey!” Sonata chased after it.

“What are we supposed to do now? None of us can hold it, and Sonata’s practice sessions are as stupid as she is!”

“I told you to push.” Sonata said from the floor.

“Push what?!” Aria cried.

FWUMP!

Her diaper suddenly started sagging, the only indicator to Aria that she’d just pooped herself. Her bowels were so lax, that they hadn’t even needed to force it out. It just dropped into her pampers anticlimactically. Just to be sure, she lifted her skirt, groaning at the sight of bulging padding.

“Come on!” She screamed to the heavens.

“Uh-oh” Sonata stood, arms wrapped around the potty. “Hang on, I’ll get my changing supplies!” She scampered off. Somehow, the fact that she hadn’t kept them nearby when she was trying to get Aria to poop herself made her all the more infuriated.

Dropping her skirt, she crossed her arms and fought the blush on her face. The slimy load in her pants was not helping the mood. Neither was the stench.

“Seriously, what are we gonna do?” Aria demanded of their leader. “I can’t take this anymore!”

“We’ve been in diapers for less than a week,” Adagio pointed out. Her voice was tense, but not from anger.

“That’s a month too long!” Aria fired back. “And if those Rainbooms find out, I swear by the seas I’ll make you pay!”

“They’re not gonna find out. I’ll handle Sunset.”

“How?” Hands on her hips, Aria’s eyelid twitched as the mess in her pampers settled.

“I’m… working on something.” Adagio wouldn’t make eye contact.

“Sure you are.” Aria put a hand to her head. The stench was giving her a headache now.

“Foooound it!” Sonata skipped back into the room, potty in one hand, diaper bag in the other.

“Finally.” Aria muttered. She started to sink to the ground, careful the to squish the mess between her legs. She could fight back a wince as it shuffled about beneath the padding.

Sonata set the potty down and crossed to her. “Looks like I’m gonna need a changie too,” she said, lifting her skirt to reveal a deep, yellow stain. “No continence for me tonight. Wanna do my change next?”

“Do it yourself.” Aria grumbled. She was not sinking so low as to perform a diaper change. The less she had to do with these infantile garments the better.

“Aww.”

“A-Actually, I need a change too,” Adagio mumbled as Sonata dropped her bag down. “Imma little wet.” She swallowed the words. Aria’s eyebrow rose. Usually Adagio wasn’t that ashamed of her accidents.

“Really?” Sonata scampered over, leaving Aria to her mess.

“Hey!”

Before Adagio could even react, Sonata yanked up her skirt and slapped her palm into the girl’s diaper. “Eeep!” It was a sound Aria didn’t even know Adagio was capable of making.

She pushed Sonata off of her, pink-faced. “Stop doing that!”

Sonata just frowned. “You were hardly wet, Dagi. I don’t think you need a changie yet.”

The Siren’s eyes bulged when she realized she was about to be left high and not-dry. “What the— change me this instant!”

“Get in line!” Aria called from the ground.

“Girls, girls!” Mama-nata was coming out now. She pointed to Aria. “I’ll get you changed in a moment. As for you.” Her finger found Adagio. “Why don’t you give potty training a try, okay? If a little more comes out, I’ll get you a fresh diapee.”

“Don’t call it that.”

“Diapee diapee diapee!” Sonata gleefully chanted. She made the two of them cover their ears.

“Just get this thing off me already!” Aria demanded.

Sonata got down on her knees and tugged Aria’s skirt off. Adagio sighed, taking her seat on the throne of shame for the time being. She looked as unsure of herself as Aria had. The concept of “pushing” too nebulous to be of any use.

“At least it wasn’t a bad one,” Sonata said as she undid the tapes. “It’s not even brown.”

“Oh joy,” Aria deadpanned. “That makes me sooo happy.”

“That’s the spirit!” Sonata gave her head a pat. Aria tried to bite her hand.

“What exactly am I supposed to be doing over here again?” Adagio asked. “Nothing’s coming out.”

“Just push,” Sonata sing-songed, peeling open the diaper.

“Push what?”

“That’s what I said!” Aria huffed. Her nose wrinkled as the stink doubled its intensity. Cold wipes met her rear, and she shivered. A fresh, fluffy diaper had the same effect.

Adagio rested her chin in her hands. She took no initiative to soil herself further. But if she was just going to wait around for an accident, she may be out of luck. Between her load during detention, and her recent wetting, she was probably spent for the night. Aria hoped she was too. She’d used her diaper enough for one day.

“Annnnd done!” Sonata smoothed down the tapes.

Aria sat up and grabbed her skirt, sliding it on before Sonata could do it for her. “Thanks,” she grumbled to the floor. Her flushed face still wasn’t used to this. And it was still only Tuesday.

“Welcome!” Sonata pinched her cheek. Aria slapped her hand away. Turning to Adagio, she asked, “any luck yet?”

“No,” came a reluctant groan.

“Okay then.” Sonata stood, sopping diaper squishing. “I’m gonna go get changed then. Unless someone wants to make an offer…” Her eyes drifted to Aria.

“Keep dreaming.”

“Phooey.” She pouted. Grabbing her bag, she went for the nearest bathroom. Changing herself was a far riskier endeavor than one of the girls, apparently. Sonata always needed a bathtub for extra insurance when the time came.

Aria stood, trying not to snicker at the sight of Adagio on the plastic potty. “Still waiting to hear about your grand plan for dealing with Sunset.”

“Still waiting for you to get off my back about that.”

“Fine.” Aria crossed the room. “Then have fun with your potty time, Dagi.” She taunted Adagio with a boop on the nose, ripping her arm away before the girl tore it off. She jumped way out of range, and started onward to her room.

Truce or not, Adagio had earned the childish taunt. Aria still couldn’t believe their boss had been that stupid. Tomorrow, heck, the rest of the week, promised to be a whole lot worse for the three of them. And assuming Sunset didn’t get bored after that, they were in for a world of trouble.

She hoped Adagio’s plan would work out for them… whatever it was.