Up Late - Stills (with short story)

Adrian shambled down the dimly-lit hallway towards her mother's bedroom, feeling the heavy mass in her diaper shift with every step she took as it stuck to her bottom like duck tape. Adrian's mother had sole access to her spare diapers. Adrian had no idea where they came from, only that her mother seemed to have an extra pair handy whenever Adrian made messes not unlike the colossal accident in her pampers she had just woke up with. And since she had never been potty trained, she didn't own panties. So all she could hope for was for her mother to be willing to change her diaper rather than force to go back to bed and wait to be changed until morning.

When Adrian reached the doorway she noticed it was already cracked open slightly, so she gently nudged the door open the rest of the way in order to quietly slide into the room. Approaching her mothers bed side she reached her hand out hesitantly. She didn't want to startle her mother awake in fear o making her upset, but she also understood the dire circumstances.

With a few taps on the shoulder, her mother let out a short groan and rolled over onto her side, gradually opening her eyes. Once she was awake enough to know what was going on, her eyebrows furrowed and she inclined her back against her headboard slightly to look at Adrian more directly. "What is it, Adrian?"

"I'm sorry to wake you, but..." Adrian stopped and turned her body around so that her butt was facing towards the bed, "...I had an accident."

After a moment of thought, her mother sighed. "Adrian, I've told you countless times before, you get a change before bedtime. That's it, that's the cut off."

Adrian's face fell. "But—but Mom, please, this time it's really bad, look!"

Adrian stuck her butt out closer to her mother's face as if to prove her point, but her mother simply grasped Adrian's rear, giving her bulging bottom a quick shove. It made an audible squishing noise as she jolted away.

"I can see that," her mother replied. "But it's 3 AM. Go back to bed and I'll change you in the morning."

"But—"

"Or if you'd like, there's no cut-off for a good spanking?"

"No, no, no, fine, I'll go! I'll go back to bed!" Adrian shrieked, lunging halfway across the room and dashing back through the door.

"That's what I thought," her mother snickered. "Good night."