The Worst

Aria couldn’t fall asleep. And there was one, crinkly, reason why.

Every time she rolled over, moved her legs, or even shifted, it started a chain reaction in her diaper. The noise alone would have been annoying, but potentially tolerable. Constant crinkles could eventually become background noise. But the feeling…

Aria shuddered. The way the diaper clung to her, hugged her, wasn’t easily ignored. Stay still and the fluffy insides would suffocate your bare skin. Move and it would tickle you… down there.

Either way, it sent Aria blushing wildly. Each turn and kick sent her face contorting in anguish, cheeks flaring well past pink and into shades of deep red. Her comforter rustled, before being violently flung off.

“Grraaah!” Aria screamed, jolting up. No, that was enough. This stupid diaper was coming off now!

Aria thrashed her pajama bottoms off. Her haste only made the diaper crinkle and rub up against her more, but she was too pissed off to slow down.

With her pants on the floor nothing was standing between her and the diaper. Her fingers dug into the tapes. With a scritch! they popped off. The gentle pressure of her diaper lifted off. Aria grabbed the loose garment and flung it to the ground. It plopped down with a crinkle.

Her rage dimmed until she was just breathing sharply. Her hips sang against the feeling of cool air. She was free.

“Finally,” Aria grumbled, rising from her bed. How could Adagio have possibly thought these were a good idea? The only explanation was that Sonata had convinced her, but that moron wouldn’t be able to convince a pony to try a sugar cube.

And they were completely useless anyway. Aria hadn’t used them once in the past few hours. Maybe she was already getting used to the idea of “holding it”... whatever that entailed. She certainly didn’t feel like she had to use the bathroom right now.

Fumbling around in the dark, Aria made it to her dresser. She plucked a new pair of underwear from the top shelf and slammed it closed.

I’ll be fine for tonight. Aria assured herself, slipping the panties on. And tomorrow I’ll tell Adagio to shove it.

She retrieved her pajama pants from the floor and kicked the opened diaper into the wall. It felt great being back in normal clothes. Who knew she’d miss them so much after just half a night?

Tugging the pants on, Aria climbed back into bed. Flopping on her back, she felt confident she could go to sleep without anymore disturbances. She sighed contently as she pulled the comforter back over her body.

Her eyes flashed over to the clock on her nightstand. 1:00am flashed back at her in bright red. It was already so late. Aria was just glad tomorrow was Sunday. She could sleep till noon, kick back and—

Hisss

Aria stiffened. All of a sudden she was just… peeing. Like always, no warning. No nothing.

Ripping the comforter away, Aria squinted at her crotch. Slowly, a dark stain was forming on her pajamas.

“No no no no!” She rolled off the bed, clamoring to her feet. Hot pee already coated her panties, making them slick and wet against her body. The seeping through to her pants didn’t stop either, the dark spot only grew.

“No!” Aria cried. “Come on, no!”

It wasn’t stopping. Just whining at it did no good. Aria knew she had to hold it back somehow. Just… how? She didn’t even know what muscles she had to use. She had to do something. She had to—

The bathroom!

Yes, that was it. If she could just get to the toilet she’d at least be able to use it for the back half of this accident. That’d be progress, right? No one was going to force her back into diapers, right?

Pee streamed down her leg. She had to move now.

Aria scrambled for the door. In the darkness, her foot found something soft and slipped against it. She crashed down, only realizing when she hit the floor that it was the diaper her foot had sank into. She’d tripped over the stupid diaper!

“Grrr.” Aria got back on her feet. Her bladder wasn’t slowing down at all; in fact, her stream of urine was getting faster. Both her legs felt warm and damp now, as the first dribbles reached her ankles.

Blinking back tears, Aria ran to her door. She threw it open, whacking it straight into the wall. That was bound to wake somebody up. Didn’t matter, she just had to make it to the bathroom.

Her room was at the end of a long hall on the second floor of their house. Furthest from the bathroom.

She gritted her teeth, cursing Adagio for the thousandth time for claiming the master bed with the bathroom all those years ago. With a toilet so close, Aria bet she wasn’t wearing her diapers tonight either. Lucky jerk.

She shook her head. No time to be vindictive, the pee was rolling down her bare feet now. Aria scuttled down the hardwood floor, flinging drops left and right.

Finally she reached the door to the bathroom. Relief filled her heart. Grabbing the doorknob, Aria prepared to fling it open and make a beeline for the toilet. But she stopped.

It was already over.

For how long, she wasn’t too sure. All she knew was that she wasn’t peeing anymore. Dribbles of her urine still leapt from her soaked clothes and ran down her leg, but there was nothing new coming forth. This was, one hundred percent, an accident.

Those tears made good on their threat, and starting welling up in her eyes. Aria quickly wiped them away. She refused to be leaky on two fronts right now.

Still, she couldn’t stop a sniffle or two from escaping. So close... she’d been so close! And now all she had to show for herself was a pair of soaked panties and stained pajamas.

Aria really hated to admit it, but she should’ve kept the diaper on.

Still sniffling, Aria almost missed a small clicking noise behind her. Light spilled into the hallway from behind her. When she looked back, she saw it coming from underneath Sonata’s door.

Great, so she did wake someone up.

Crap.

Aria wanted to scuttle back to her room in shame, but she was frozen in place, terrified to move with all the urine covering her.

Sonata opened her door and stepped into the hallway, sleepily rubbing her eyes. With a yawn, she noticed her.

“Ari? Why’re you up so late?”

Double crap.

Aria turned her head away in shame. More tears welled up, and she smacked them away.

Sonata didn’t need Aria to answer the question. One look down and she had her answer in the form of a wet spot covering Aria’s crotch and running all the way down her legs. “Oh.”

“Shut up,” Aria hissed unconvincingly.

“What happened to your diaper?” Sonata asked.

“I said shut up!” Aria growled, whirling around. She didn’t know what was redder, her cheeks or her eyes.

Sonata actually took a step back. “I’m sorry,” she squeaked.

The tension coursing through her body relaxed a little. It looked like she wasn’t in for another teasing at least. “I took it off, okay,” she grumbled.

“Why?”

Aria gritted her teeth. Cause I don't need it. “I couldn’t sleep with that dumb thing on.”

Sonata looked down at her own diaper, clearly visible considering the only other thing she was wearing was a magenta bra. Her face scrunched up in confusion, as though she couldn’t believe it was possible for them to be uncomfortable.

“I couldn’t!” Aria insisted.

“Okay.” Sonata held up her hands. “Okay, I believe you.”

“Freakin’ better.”

Sonata pressed her lips together. “Uh… if you want I can pick up something to help you sleep tomorrow. I gotta go get baby powder anyway.”

Aria’s eyelid twitched. “You are not using baby powder on me.”

“Wha—” Sonata was aghast. “But what if you get a diaper rash?”

Aria seethed. Her pee grew sticky against her skin. There was a tiny puddle at her feet. “Just go back to bed, alright?”

Sonata twiddled her fingers. “Uhm… if you want I can clean you up.”

Aria ground her teeth. “Er…”

“You’ll have to put on a new diapee though.”

Aria stiffened, then took a deep breath. Why did she have to call them that? “Fine,” she grumbled, not wanting a repeat of her failed bathroom dash.

It sucked to be forced back into diapers so soon after abandoning hers, but it was better than standing around in soaked, smelly clothes.

Sonata offered a ditzy smiled and motioned for Aria to follow her into her room. Aria did, wincing with each step. Her soggy panties and damp pajama bottoms made walking a constant reminder of her accident. She didn’t waste any time.

Sonata’s room was almost insultingly girly. Whenever Aria walked in, she always had to let her eyes adjust to the garish pink wallpaper, bed overflowing with frilly pillows and stuffed animals, and tacky boy band posters lining the walls. Seriously, she was a millenia-old Siren for crying out loud, how’d she get off on acting like a stereotypical teenage girl?

“Go ahead and lie down,” Sonata said as she retrieved her oversized baby bag. “Oh, and don’t forget to take your wet clothes off.”

As if Aria needed reminding. Nose wrinkling at the smell of pee, she peeled away her pajama bottom and the panties underneath. She didn’t want to look, but ended up morbidly curious. Peaking, she saw her soaked underwear. The barely worn garment was absolutely drenched, still dripping as she dropped it into a pile with her pants. She wasn’t going to be wearing either tonight, that was for sure.

Now bare bottomed, Aria couldn’t help but shiver as cold air tickled her wet inner thighs. She shifted uncomfortably as she lowered herself to the ground. How much worse could this get?

“Alrighty.” Sonata brandished a handful of wet wipes in front of her. “Let’s get you all cleaned up!”

“Grrr.” Aria wanted to protest, but knew she didn’t have any ground to stand on here. She just gnashed her teeth while Sonata grabbed one of her legs and went to work.

When the cold wipe met her skin, she flinched. “Hey!” she barked. “Watch it.”

“Sorry.” Sonata wiped down Aria’s foot and ankle, before bringing out a new wipe to travel up her calf. Aria couldn’t help but blush as Sonata explored further territory, up to her thigh. Refusing to make eye contact, Aria turned her head away while Sonata duplicated her work on the other leg.

Then she came for her crotch.

When the wet wipe touched down on Aria’s privates, she shivered and jerked. “S-Sonata!” she whined.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fast,” Sonata assured as her hand skirted all around Aria’s privates.

“Ah!” Aria bit her tongue, resisting the urge to kick Sonata’s head off.

Finally, mercifully, the wipe left her crotch. Aria was breathing heavily when it did, resisting the hot and bothered sensation it had left her with.

“Are you okay?” Sonata innocently asked.

“Just hurry up and get a diaper on me!” Aria begged through a flushed face. She never expected she’d ask for a diaper like that, but this was too humiliating for it to matter. Besides, she couldn’t possibly be turned on, even a little, with that stupid padding around her waist.

Sonata complied, fetching another poofy monster to torment Aria with. It unfurled with a chorus of crinkles, making her wince.

Nevertheless, she knew what to expect this time. Aria bit her lip and powered through it. Sonata lifted her legs and slid it under her. The unbearably fluffy sensation soon returned to Aria’s butt. And then the rest of her hips as Sonata folded the diaper around her.

“Stop smiling,” Aria grumbled. Sonata’s face dropped.

“Sorry, it’s just so much fun!” she insisted.

Aria snorted. “Yeah, I bet humiliating me is real fun. Just wait till you need a change, Little Miss Diaper Lover.”

Sonata frowned as she taped up the diaper. “I wasn’t trying to humiliate you.”

Aria, face still burning after everything went down, finally met Sonata in the eyes. “Yeah? What about earlier tonight when you and Adagio where taking potshots at me, huh? What about that?”

“I… I thought we were having fun.” Sonata’s lip quivered. “Were you not?”

Even encased in the diaper, Aria’s nether region still hadn’t managed to calm down after being rubbed all over. She couldn’t stand another second of talking to Sonata like this.

“Forget it.” Aria jumped to her feet and collected her ruined clothes. She was careful only to touch the dry corners as she held them at arm’s length. “I’m going to bed.”

“...Okay.” Sonata stood too.

When Aria stepped into the hall she was hit with the stale stench of urine. It was a reminder from her puddle outside the bathroom. “And since cleaning up my piss is so fun for you, make sure to wipe down the hallway too,” she growled back at Sonata.

It wasn’t fair to delegate a task like that, but Aria didn’t care. She was tired, embarrassed, a tad horny, and a lot angry. The last thing she wanted to do was be bent over scrubbing up the remains of her accident right now.

Not waiting for a response, Aria angrily waddled back to her room. She tossed her damp clothes in her hamper and flopped back on her bed. The crinkly padding at her hips made the whole process a million times worse than it should of been.

And to top it all off, she wasn’t even “calming down”. The stupid diaper kept nestling up against her privates, keeping her pent up. Normally she would just take care of something like that, but there was no way in hell she was rubbing one in while wearing a diaper of all things.

Instead, Aria grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. She kept screaming, over and over, getting out all the frustration and humiliation she’d just endured. And there was a lot too.

Aria didn’t know when she stopped screaming exactly. Eventually muffled cries gave way to snores. She’d finally managed to get to sleep, despite everything.

And to think it was only her first night like this.