Witness Protection - Part 4

Caroline could feel eyes on her bottom as she followed Mrs Jackson around the barbecue, being introduced to all her friends and neighbours. She could hear the giggles as she passed, and saw people whispering behind their hands to each other. Snatches of conversation reached her ears, though she tried to block them out.

“Is that girl in a wet diaper?”

“That’s Eileen’s daughter. I heard she were living in the city, but she had to come back after she got in an accident. Can’t control when she goes potty anymore.”

“I’d fuck that ass if it weren’t for them diapers!”

“You’d fuck anything, Chase!”

“Momma, why is that lady in a diaper? Is she a baby?”

“That’s what happens to girls who don’t mind their Mommas, Tracy. God turns them back into babies.”

Caroline kept her eyes down and concentrated on eating her hot dog, trying to pretend she was anywhere else, but Mrs Jackson kept her moving through the crowd, meeting one person after the next.

“Hello, Ben!”

“Ah, hello Eileen! And this little lady must be your daughter!”

“Look up and say hello, Betsy. This is Ben. He’s our local pastor.”

Betsy looked up and saw a large, grandfatherly-looking man with a salt and pepper beard and sparkling eyes. “Nice to meet you,” she mumbled.

“Oh Betsy,” Mrs Jackson scolded good-naturedly, reaching over to wipe Caroline’s mouth with a napkin. “You’re such a messy little thing! You’ve got ketchup all over your lips, silly girl!”

Caroline blushed. It wasn’t her fault! The man serving out hot dogs had covered hers in sauce, and she hadn’t been given a napkin of her own. He’d taken one look at her diaper and decided she didn’t need one, no different from any of the mucky kids running around with ketchup all over their fingers.

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you in my services on Sundays, Betsy,” said the pastor. “Or would you rather she go to the church’s kid’s club?” he asked Mrs Jackson. “Anna-Lyn looks after the kiddies, and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind changing Betsy’s diapers.”

“I can change my own diapers!” Caroline blurted angrily. Then she felt herself going even more red. What was she saying?! How had she got into this mess?!

Mrs Jackson smacked her hard on her Pampered rear, and she yelped. “Bad baby!” she scolded loudly, pointing a finger sternly into her face. Faces turned in their direction. “You do nottake that tone with the pastor, or with anyone else. Is that clear, Betsy?”

“I… But…”

Mrs Jackson spanked her again.

“Ouch! Yes! Sorry, Momma!”

Mrs Jackson turned back to the pastor. “That would be great, Ben. I’m sure I’ll want a break from changing her stinky diapers by Sunday, and the kid’s club is exactly where she belongs after the way she’s behaved today.”

The pastor chuckled. “I don’t doubt it.” He smiled at Caroline. “From what your Momma told me day before yesterday, it sounds like you were getting a bit too big for your britches, honey-bunny,” he said, nodding wisely. “But you’re with your Momma now. It might be hard to accept this at the moment, but maybe that accident was God’s way of getting you back where you belong. You needed your attitude fixing, and them diapers will be perfect for the job, I bet.”

Caroline seethed silently. Was this lunatic saying she deserved to be in diapers?!

“Now, I’m gonna get myself another hot dog, if you’ll excuse me!” Ben said jovially. “See you both on Sunday if I don’t catch you earlier!”

Mrs Jackson said goodbye to the pastor, took Caroline’s hand, and led her on through the crowd.

“Mrs Jackson!” a voice called, and Mrs Jackson turned.

“Oh, hello Destiny! How’s the baby?”

“She ain’t popped yet,” said the woman called Destiny. She was a young woman, maybe younger than Caroline herself, but she was heavily pregnant. Her bare belly protruded out from a trashy crop top that struggled to even contain her swelling breasts, and she wore a pair of jean shorts that were so short they looked more like underwear. “But I see you’ve got a baby of your own!” she laughed, looking down at Caroline’s sagging diaper. “I think someone needs a change!”

“Oh no, not yet,” Mrs Jackson shook her head. “I’ll wait until Betsy makes a boom-boom before I get her in a clean diaper.”

Caroline screwed up her face in disgust. She didn’t know what was worse, the idea itself or the sickeningly infantilizing language.

Destiny tried and failed to stifle another laugh. “I see,” she said. “I’m sorry, but it’s just… she’s how old?”

“Twenty-four,” Mrs Jackson answered, her eyes twinkling.

“And still in diapers!”

Mrs Jackson tittered along with her. “It is pretty silly,” she agreed. “To think, my Betsy strutted off to the big city, thinking she was all mature and independent, and now she’s right back here with her Momma, starting again from square one! Only this time I’m not sure she’ll be growing up… She was a nightmare to potty train the first time round, and now after the accident, the doctors say there’s no chance she can learn to sit her tushy on a toilet again.”

Destiny shrieked with laughter. “That musta been a bit of a step down for her!”

“Oh yes,” Mrs Jackson nodded. “She’s always been a bit entitled, haven’t you Betsy?” She patted her bottom, then gestured around at the trailer park. “Thought you were too good for all this, didn’t you, sugar? But I reckon here is right where you belong.”

Destiny snickered. “To tell the truth,” she said, “I can’t stand when them city folk look down on us.” She smirked at Caroline. “Know I shouldn’t say this about your daughter, Mrs Jackson, but I think them diapers suit her nicely.”

Caroline gritted her teeth. She wanted to tell this stupid rube that her life, her real life, was a thousand times better than whatever this dumb trailer park had to offer. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She closed it again looked down at her feet. At least she still had her shoes. She wondered how long it would be before ‘Momma’ decided she ought to be running around barefoot. She couldn’t spend another day here. Not only was she stuck in diapers, and expected to usethem, she was surrounded by these stupid yokels taunting her about it, treating her ridiculous Pampers like they were something she’d earned.

“Let me know if you ever need a babysitter, Mrs Jackson,” Destiny went on, and Caroline could hear the relish in her voice. “I could do with some practise changing diapers!”

“I’ll be sure to let you know, Destiny!” said Mrs Jackson, sounding delighted. “That’s so kind of you to offer!”

Destiny headed off to greet a couple of other young mothers, and Mrs Jackson said something to make Caroline feel even more horrified. “I think it’s about time you pooped, Betsy.” She spoke quietly since the trailer park residents were still milling all around them, but Caroline heard the words as if they were echoing loudly inside her skull.

“No,” she said at once, turning to Mrs Jackson desperately. Not that. She wouldn’t do that. Especially not here. “Please,” she added, seeing the look on the woman’s face. “Please… I don’t have to go… I can’t…”

“Yes you can,” said Mrs Jackson impatiently. “An incontinent girl would have made a big whoopsie in her adult diapers by now. You finished your food a while ago, and you haven’t done uh-ohs all afternoon. You need to go poo-poo. Now go.”

Caroline looked into Mrs Jackson’s face, her eyes wet and pleading. “Please don’t make me…”

But Mrs Jackson didn’t waver. “You either make poopy now, young lady,” she warned, “or I give up looking after you and you can go right back home for the De Vries. I won’t have you endangering me because you think you’re too good for dirty diapers.”

Caroline’s lip wobbled pathetically, and tears filled her eyes yet again. What choice did she have?Fighting the intense feelings of revulsion and shame that were welling up inside her, she started to push. Her knees bent a little, almost automatically, but she was determined not to make it obvious what she was doing. She wasn’t going to make a spectacle of herself for these backwards hicks. Her lips pressed tightly together and she let out the softest of grunts. She could feel things beginning to move into action in her bowels. She let out another quiet, almost ladylike grunt, and then she let out a loud, rumbling, unladylike fart.

She went cold. That hadn’t happened, she told herself. That hadn’t happened. But people were turning to stare at her, giggling and pointing. For a moment, she was frozen in place, and then Caroline grunted again, noisy as a pig this time, and her body fell into a squat and started pooping her pants. “Uggghhhh….” Caroline groaned as she filled her diaper like a giant toddler. Her bladder released again as well, sending a fresh rush of pee to join the poopy in her pants. Dozens of people were watching her, smirking and laughing.

“Uh-oh!” one voice sang. “Looks like it’s stinky-time for the biggest baby in the trailer park!”

“P-U!” exclaimed another, closer at hand. “I’d never have guessed such a pretty girl could make such a smelly diaper!”

“Awww, is Betsy making a boom-boom?” cooed the pregnant woman, Destiny. “Loots like this Betsy-wetsy doll doesn’t just tinkle!”

Caroline could feel the warm, horrible mess drop heavily into the seat of her already droopy diaper, and it sagged down to mid-thigh, barely hanging onto her hips by the tapes. “Noooo!” she wailed, as she finished pushing the disgusting load into her baby pants. This wasn’t right! This wasn’t her! She didn’t belong here! Her Pampers were full to bursting with pee-pee and poo-poo. Caroline straightened up and hopped from foot to foot hopelessly, flapping her arms and whimpering. “Ew, ew, ewww!” she sobbed. Everyone was looking at her. “It’s so yucky!” she cried, and gales of laughter erupted all around her. She felt dizzy with humiliation.

“It’s okay, sugar,” a voice cooed, oozing sweetness. Mrs Jackson. Momma. “Momma’s here, and I’ve got a nice, clean diaper for my big baby girl.”

Caroline clutched her hand desperately. Anything. She needed to get away. Even just back to the stupid trailer. With her eyes swimming with tears, all the faces around her were blurred, but she knew their gazes were all fixed on her. But Mrs Jackson didn’t lead her anywhere. Instead, she lowered her gently down onto the grass.

“No…” Caroline moaned, when she realised what was happening. “No, please… Oh God…”

“Here will do just fine, Betsy,” said Mrs Jackson, firmly. “That is one full diapee, and Momma doesn’t want you stinking up the trailer. Now, where’s Destiny? Destiny! How’d you like to help me change little Betsy boom-boom?”