Katie's Issues: Chapter 1

by Narxn 08/18/00

Writers Note: This is a work of fiction and as such I have taken certain
creative liberties in the world. It's just written for fun. Thanks and
enjoy!

"Katie!" said Katie's mother, "Did you wet the bed again?" The tall woman
was looking at the bed of her 16 year old daughter who was currently lying
in a very wet nightie. Katie just looked up at her with sad eyes. "Young
lady, it was bad enough that you started wetting your bed straight for the
past several weeks, but now I hear that you've been wetting and messing
your pants at school as well. This has got to stop. Get dressed," She said,
throwing some clean clothes at her daughter. "I made a doctor's appointment
for you to see what's wrong. Get dressed and come down to the car in 10
minutes. We'll deal with your bed when we get back." she said and stormed
out of the room, leaving Katie to get a towel from the bathroom and clean
herself up as best as she could.

She quickly got dressed and headed down to meet her mother at the car. They
drove to the doctor's office in silence, though Katie only just made it to
the bathroom in time to avoid messing herself. When they finally got called
to see the doctor, Katie noticed a small wet spot on her jeans, right
between her legs. Oh no, she thought, I'm wetting myself again. She did her
best to hold it, but she barley even knew it was happening.

As they entered the doctor's room, Dr.Morgan told Katie to sit up on the
table and take her shirt and pants off. She hesitated until her mother
threatened her with a spanking if she didn't obey. She slowly pulled her
shirt and pants off, revealing that she had wet herself slightly and was
still dribbling a bit.

Doctor Morgan asked her a lot of questions while they were there, about her
diet, how she was feeling, and all that. He took some blood. And all the
while Katie knew that her panties were getting wetter until finally she
just opened up and soaked them and the table she was one. "Katie!" her
mother yelled at her. She hung her head in shame and began to cry.

"Don't yell at her, Ms.Donald. It's likley not her fault. I would guess
that her bladder and bowels are simply going through a period where the
electrical impulses to them are being skewed, could be because of a growth
spurt. She should regain control in anywhere from a few months to a few
years. I can't tell you for sure." A few years?, Katie thought, But I can't
live with wetting and messing myself for a few years. "But, for the
meantime, to cut down on the amount of laundry you're going to have to do,
I'm perscribing that she be put into diapers until she can control
herself." Katie was shocked. She was going to have to wear diapers like a
baby? And here she was, sitting in wet panties on a wet bench. The doctor
took out a box of baby wipes and a couple rags. He told her to get off the
table. He took the rags and some dissenfectant spray and cleaned it up.
Then he took a large adult diaper out of a cupboard and told her to lie
down on the table. She did so. He lifted her legs and slipped her panties
off and threw them away, then he unfolded the diaper and laid it under her,
taking the wipes and cleaning her up. Then he taped it onto her. "There,
you can put your pants and shirt on now. Ms.Donald, here is the
perscription, the medical supply store down the street should carry this
brand of diaper. I would suggest investing in a lot of them and a plastic
sheet."

Katie's mother thanked Dr.Morgan and led Katie out by the hand. As she
walked, Katie noticed how thick the diaper was, soft between her legs. It
made her waddle a bit, and it crinkled and rustled and made a lot of noise.
She looked embarrased at the looks she got from people as her mother led
her down to the car, holding one of her hands the whole way like she was a
little child.

Once in the car, Katie's mother drove them both down to the medical supply
store, where she led Katie right in. By this time Katie was begining to wet
her diaper again, but she didn't tell her mother. She didn't know what
would happen but it would probably be embarrasing. So her mother led her in
and straight to the information counter, "Excuse me," she said to the lady
there, "I need to buy some diaper for my daughter here. She cannot control
her bowels and bladder and will probably need to wear diaper all the time
for quite a while." The woman nodded, as if this sort of thing happened
every day.

"Come with me, " she said, leading Katie and her mother to the incontinence
product isle. She looked at the perscription that Katie's mother handed her
and took down a bag of Depends. Katie's mother looked over the shelf before
looking back at the bag.

"No, those are to plain. Do you have anything a bit more, I don't know,
babyish?" she asked.

"Well," said the woman, "We do have these diapers here. They're supposed to
be for developmentally delayed children who are more comfortable wearing
little kid's diapers." she explained, putting away the Depends and removing
a bag of "Needs for Girls". The picture on the front showed a girl about
her age standing up with the help of a pair of forearm crutches, wearing a
pink shirt and a white diaper with little pinks bunnies, purple kittens,
and yellow dollies on the tape where the tapes fastened onto, and a line of
pink animals and dollies down the front. There were three pink tinted tapes
on each side. The girl looked very happy. There was a caption below that
read "Molly doesn't have to worry about her Needs anymore, her parents know
when to help her.", I think they were trying to make a pun.

Katie's mother smiled. "Those will do nicley. But how well do they
perform?" she asked.

"They hold about twice as much as the Depends, the leak guards are better,
the tapes fit snugger, and not only do they have a wetness indicator on the
front, but theres a pink line on the back that turns green when the girl
wearing them is messy. They're also not to badly priced either." the
saleswoman explained. Katie's mother smiled.

"Alright," she said, "I'll take two boxes of them. That's about, what, 160
diapers or so, right?"

"That's about right, yes. I'll have someone from the back bring them around
to the front." the saleswoman said. The whole time this was happening Katie
just stood there and looked frightened. Her mother was going to make her
wear those? It was bad enough to have to wear diapers, but to wear diapers
that looked like ones a baby would wear? This was going to be hell. And by
the look on her face Katie knew her mother was enjoying every moment of
this. By this time Katie had almost completley flooded her diaper, but
thankfully she had not messed it so it didn't smell to bad.

Her mother bought the diapers and she led Katie out to the car. They drove
home and once their her mother asked her if she needed her diaper changed.
Katie looked at the ground and through a voice that verged on tears said,
"Yes."

End Chapter One. To be continued...

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