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//CW: diapers, semi forced age reg, soft humiliation Big sister fiercely protecting your virginity, against yourself if she has to, by ruining your potty training and slowly leading you to rely on her and comfy crinkly diapers for all your emotional and physical comfort needs.
You'd been spending more and more time away. Asking, begging and demanding for later and later curfews, dressing up provocatively. Your big sis says she misses you. You love her, she's great, but you need independance. It's embarassing to still be a virgin at your age!
You never suspect the playlists she regularly sends you. Your big sis is the coolest, she knows the best bands, and loves to share her finds with you. You're so lucky. Sure after a listen you're a little hyper, clingy and bouncing off the walls but that's just vibing!
One day, after falling asleep with your headphones on, you wake up in a cold wet bed. Bedwetting accident. God this is so embarrassing! No one can know. You shove your sheets and clothes at the bottom of the laundry basket. You shower compulsively. You got away with it!
It was only a freak accident. It will never happen again. You repeat it over and over again. Your big sis, sensing your distress is extra nice to you that day. She hugs you tight after school, hinting that you can always come to her with your troubles, but doesn't press it.
You're grateful. That night after dinner, she makes your favorite hot chocolate. Her special recipe. You talk, you laugh. She puts on a silly movie. One that always cheers you up. You rest your head on her shoulder. She ruffles your hair. It'd been a while you felt so close.
You wake up dry. Ok just a freak accident. Case closed. Except a week later, wet again. Oh no so embarrassing! You shamefully attempt to sneak your dirty laundry out, but stumble on your big sis in the hallway. You look so ridiculous. You want to cry. "It's okay" she whispers
She picks your soiled sheets and pjs from your unresisting hands, and directs you towards the bathroom. "Wash up. I'll take care of it." "Sorry..." you mumble. She winks at you. "It's okay. What's a big sis for?" When you come out of the shower, your bed is made.
That silent show of support makes you feel so loved. You do your best to show your gratitude in small gestures, bringing her favorite flowers back from the forest. She puts them in a vase on the dinner table. She loves to show her skills. You ask her to teach you how to cook.
It's kinda nice when she's behind you, head on your shoulder and guides your hand to show you how it's done. You keep having accidents. 2/3 times a month. Big sis takes over the laundry. Once you come back from the shower to find a crinkly protective sheet on your bed.
You blush real bad, but you can't really argue you don't need it. Big sis gives you a hug, and hands you a USB key with her latest playlist. Punkish elecronic music, super catchy. You fall asleep vibing to it. Bedtime becomes stressful for you. You hate waking up wet.
Your sleep quality degrades. You're grumpy, constantly worried about your next accident. People at school start to notice, asking you what's wrong? You can't tell anyone. After two wet nights in a row, big sis finally broaches the subject of 'protection'. You balk!
"No, I'm not wearing diapers! I'm not a baby. I don't even wet that often!" She sighs but stays firm. "Look kiddo... you can't go on like this. You need a full night's sleep, and it's too much laundry for me. Just try it for a few days, and we'll see where we go from there."
She buys a couple of rectangular packs of diapers and hides them in your cupboards. At bedtime you pick one out. All white, crinkly plastic, thick, two large sticky tabs. Just like a baby diapers, except... plain. You lay back on your bed and struggle to put it on.
You're so stressed by the situation, you make a mess of things, attaching the sticky tabs in random spots. "Bbbi... big sis?" you timidly ask through the door, mortified to be such a failure. Can't even put on your own diapers right. She shuffles in. "I'm here. Relax kiddo."
You look fixedly at the ceiling, laying on your back, naked from the waist down in front of your big sister. It's so humiliating. You're very much not a baby anymore down there. Your body reacts on his own to her stare with shameful arousal. Big sis pretends not to notice.
Whistling under her breath, as if she was doing the most routine of chores, she quickly and expertly fixes your mess. She pulls both wings of the diaper tight against your waist, adjusts the tabs on the landing strips, thumbs the leak guards up, and pats the seat twice.
The squishy warm padding closes on you, sealing your pulsating shameful arousal in. The fit is perfect, at your waist and around your legs. You can walk, twist, turn, without any fear of it falling down. The sensation of not being able to fully close your legs is strange.
Big sis slides on your pjs over the diaper. The fit of the pants is a little tight, your butt feels huge. A forehead kiss and she shuts off the light. You want to 'deal' with your arousal before sleeping, but can't reach inside your perfectly taped diaper without opening it up.
You're pretty sure you wouldn't be able to put it back on if you messed with it. You toss and turn for a while before streaming your big sis's calmest atmospheric synth playlist on your speaker. The one that always makes you feel soft, floaty and dreamy. You doze off.