Rachel and Sarah were a bit concerned as the group continued onward, but they were cautiously optimistic. Tara was smart enough to figure out their ruse, but that also meant she was smart enough to keep it going now that she was on their side. And they had another thing to look forward to. A long stretch of barren highway, meant that if they timed it right Fara, who had still been obliviously drinking drugged water from the sippy cups, would be stuck in a long stretch without any stops, maybe the third time would be the charm and they would finally get Fara to use her pull-up, a gain that would open all kinds of doors for them going forward.
Fara for her part had been increasingly anxious. She had been going more and more frequently, and had barely made it each time. She was starting to think the Rachel was right, there must be something wrong with her if she’s having problems like this. They had only gotten worse sense Rachel and Sarah had brought it up. The anxiety had ironically led to drink more of the spiked water.
“Everything all right Fara,” Sarah asked innocuously, noticing that the girl had sped up her drinking.
“Yeah,” Fara answered shakily. “Well not really, but there’s nothing hurting me I guess.”
“What’s up?”
“Well I’m just starting to think you guys may be right about the stress thing,” Fara had gotten quieter as she grew embarrassed. “I’ve just been having to go more and more and I can barely make it each time. I’m really starting to worry.”
“Well there’s no shame from either of us if you need to use your pull-up dear,” Rachel was supportive. “I hope that goes without saying. But taking a relaxing vacation is probably the best way to work off some of that stress.”
“So you think I might get better,” Fara was hopeful.
“I think it’s best to measure our expectations, but yes I would assume this trip would help. Unless there’s a bigger underlying issue.”
“What’s ‘measure our expectations’ supposed to mean,” Fara pouted which of course looked adorable with her in the car seat.
“I think she means not to expect it to get better right away,” Sarah said gently.
“I might actually expect it to get worse,” Rachel winced.
“Worse?” Fara whined.
“Whatever this is is still working through you. So I imagine it’s going to continue for a bit, but relaxing should curb it in time.”
“That’s not exactly hopeful,” Fara was defeated, but she thought what Rachel was saying made sense.
“What’s going to make it worse is worrying about it the whole trip,” Sarah offered. “I know it sounds kind of counter intuitive, but it would probably help if you just went in your pull-up and didn’t worry about it.”
“You’re just saying that,” Fara did not sound convinced, because she definitely wasn’t. So far Rachel’s hypothesis, down to the affliction getting worse before it gets better, had turned out to be true. So Sarah’s guess that not worrying and just letting it go into the waiting pull-up made sense as well because it went along with what Rachel was saying.
“Not that my vote matters any more than Sarah’s but I think she has a point,” Rachel chimed in. It was important that Fara make the decision to wet herself not Rachel and Sarah, but Rachel and Sarah had to do their part to sell the idea to her.
“No one else will have to know you did it,” Sarah added. “And I’ll show you how to change at the next stop.”
“Plus we really do need to be making up time. Anything to cut down on stops would be helpful. I’m sure it would make our friends in Echoes less frustrated with our progress as well. Not to mention you won’t try to get out of your seat while we’re moving again.” Rachel had deliberately raised two issues with which Fara’s anxiety was fresh.
“I just don’t know if I can do it,” Fara blushed. “It seems so weird.”
“It’s honestly not that bad,” Sarah was quick to chime in here. “It seems gross but really the padding does all the work getting it away. You can barely tell you’re wet. Sometimes I forget after I’ve wet mine.” Sarah was partially right. For light wetting you wouldn’t feel much. Of course by the end of this Rachel and Sarah would be keeping Fara in thick diapers all day and she would be soggy to the point of leaking and definitely feel it. Not to mention she would be messing in them as well. That was in the future though. The slim pull-up she was wearing now would not hold enough to bother her.
“Really?” Fara was a little skeptical of Sarah’s claim, though as far as Fara knew she had no reason to lie.
“It’s true,” Rachel added. “I won’t lie curiosity has gotten the better of me and I’ve tried it once or twice. It was a unique interesting feeling, but not one I would call uncomfortable.”
“Really you wet a diaper Rachel?” Fara seeing this dominant figure admit to also wearing a diaper did a lot to make the idea more palatable to her. This was intentional on Rachel’s part, and to her credit it wasn’t a lie. She had wet a diaper out of curiosity once.
“I was curious,” Rachel shrugged. “Honestly I’m surprised you aren’t. Surely you must be just a little curious as to how it feels.”
“Yeah Fara you have to be wondering right?” Sarah added on to the peer pressure.
“Well I’ve never thought about it before really,” Fara blushed. “I mean I thought it would feel like how it feels to have my little accidents in panties only more.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s exactly like that. I think wet panties are way more uncomfortable than a wet diaper, even one that’s soaked is better than wet panties. The feeling is different.”
“Really?”
“I can concur,” Rachel agreed with Sarah.
“So now you must be curious right?” Sarah donned a more flirtatious tone and gave Fara a wiry smile. Fara blushed again. Now that she had heard Sarah and Rachel describe it, she had to admit she was kind of curious. Apparently there was a nuance she was missing. Not enough to make her actively want to do it, but her two friends talking about it so casually definitely made her warm up to the idea.
“All right you got me a little curious,” Fara blushed at the admission.
“Well next time you have to go why don’t you try it? You might even like it.”
“I don’t know about all that. I think I’ll stick to the potty if I can help it.” That wasn’t a hard no and that was a lot of progress. Especially since Rachel noticed that the conversation had effectively distracted Fara through the next exit, and past a sign that mention that the next exit was in 25 miles. Given Fara’s current pace she was due for an accident in another minute or two, and she wouldn’t be able to hold it for more than 15 miles. In short Fara was screwed, like or not she would be wetting that pull-up soon enough. Rachel and Fara would be ready to milk the event for all the progress that it was worth too.
After a few more moments Sarah and Rachel both noticed a slight shift in Fara’s posture, and she began looking out her window, as much as the car seat would allow her to. She needed to go to the bathroom again, but was nervous about bringing it up because she had caused so many stops already. It was only a few moments more before she was desperate enough to ask.
“I’m sorry guys but can we stop,” Fara was apologetic. “I need to potty.” Rachel and Sarah both sighed in frustration.
“Well if the last sign I saw was anything to go by the next exit isn’t for a long while,” Rachel tapped her fingers.
“How long is a long while,” Fara was fidgeting.
“20 miles I think.”
“20 miles!” Fara’s tone was defeated and panicked.
“Yeah welcome to the middle of nowhere Fara,” Sarah sleepily looked out her window at the endless sea of wheat fields.
“I think I should wait until we get a little closer to call the other car,” Rachel said authoritatively. Fara didn’t protest but she wiggled around in her seat.
“I thought we just got done talking about this Fara,” Sarah sounded disappointed. “It would be easier if you just used your pull-up.”
“I don’t wanna use my pull-up,” Fara whined.
“I don’t think you have much of an option. You barely made it when the stop was like 7 miles away. This is more than twice that distance.”
“I can hold it!” Fara spat back.
“Now there’s no reason to get angry,” Rachel warned. “Sarah is just trying to give you some options. And I think she’s right. If you hold it the whole 20 miles there’s no telling what kind of damage that’ll do to your bladder, no doubt it’ll make this condition of yours worse. And the more you hold it the more likely you are to leak. And if you leak through that pull-up onto my car seats just to try and hold it for a potty I will be very cross,” Rachel spoke in a not quite angry but still not happy tone. The little speech made Fara shrink inside of herself a little more. In reality Fara had been going so frequently that there likely wasn’t enough in her bladder to leak out of the pull-up. “Still the choice is yours, feel free to hold it if you think you can make it. I know what you should do though.” Fara whined and pouted.
“No reason to fuss about it,” Sarah was playing the good cop to Rachel’s bad cop. If it worked on hardened criminals it would work on Fara. “Like I said earlier it’s not bad, feels a little nice even. But don’t tell mistress that.” Sarah’s attempt to ease Fara’s mind would be working if not for the tense sensation in her bladder. “And I’ll show you how to change when we do stop. It’s super easy and no one will know that you used your pull-up at all. Not that you should even be ashamed of it. You’re just being practical after all.”
“I mean I guess it’s practical,” Fara grimaced again.
“Plus you don’t want to trot out of the car soaking wet because your pull-up leaked do you?” Rachel countered. “Because that’s what’s going to happen, and you’ll be stuck in a soaked car seat to boot.” Fara was visually troubled. The peer pressure was as immense as the pressure on her bladder. They had only been traveling a few miles, and she was already about to burst. She sighed in defeat. They were right there was no way she was going to make it the insurmountable 20 miles to the next stop, she really only had one option.
“I don’t know if I even can,” Fara tried but her ingrained potty training held firm. Sarah had to be careful not to be too eager. She and Rachel both were on the edge of their seat, they were so close.
“Just close your eyes and relax,” Sarah coached. “For your first time I find it helps if you imagine you are on a toilet. Fara nodded and did as she was told. The car seat felt remarkably like a toilet, or maybe Fara was just that close to losing the battle. She huffed and blushed and wiggled, and eventually was able to release a small stream into the pull-up. Once the stream left though there was no stopping the rest.
With an audible eep Fara released a stream into the waiting pull-up. She continued to groan as she filled up the pull-up. As Sarah said it was a unique sensation. Warmth was the first thing Fara felt. She could feel the liquid only briefly before the pull-up did its job and wicked the liquid away. After that, the warmness was still there but it was at best only damp, and she could only really notice that when she shifted her weight. It was a lot less clammy than she was expecting, and she was surprised by just how much the thing swelled and how much weight it had gained too.
“See it’s not so bad right,” Sarah was trying her best to pretend to be sympathetic instead of the pure elation that she was really feeling.
“No I guess not,” Though Fara’s face betrayed her true feelings about the weird new sensation. It was strange now but she felt over time she could get used to it.
“Good job dear,” Rachel couldn’t resist some mommy like praise. “I know it sounds backwards but I think it’s very adult that you decided to use your dia, pull-up” Rachel had to stop herself from saying diaper, but it appears Fara was too caught up in what had just happened to notice the slip.
“I think you’re the only one who would think that,” Fara was starting to calm down a little. Sarah took the opportunity to insert some self-deprecating humor.
“Aaah,” Sarah gave a relieved sigh and donned a cartoonishly happy face. “There now we match,” Sarah stuck out her lounge and lifted her skirt to show her own wet diaper. This elicited a giggle from Fara.
“Geez you’re such a goober,” Fara said giggling. With that she seemed to be in good spirits, if still somewhat shaken by the experience. That was to be expected though, and she would have the rest of the ride to the stop to get used to it, and no doubt there would be more wet pull-ups ahead to help her be desensitized. And of course Sarah and Rachel would be sure to provide positive reinforcement every time Fara chose to wet herself instead of wait for the potty. In due time the feeling of a wet pull-up would become less and less of a negative one, and as Fara uses them more and more getting her into diapers would be all the easier.