She will!

"I'll go. Could we even get an appointment today though?" Margaret asked, wondering if the whole endeavor was fruitless.

"Awh, don't worry about it. When you use your womanly charms, you always have an ability to figure something out." Her stepmother replied, scrapping the remaining eggs and bacon onto Margaret's plate, and then filling her glass full of whole milk. "Here, try this. Irish style."

Margaret took the second cup of coffee, gulping it down as the **** hit her brain, giving a cool sensation of relief. "Really fuckin good." Trying not to get drunk too early in the morning, Margaret only had two cups of the Irish Coffee, taking just enough of the edge off her body.

"Could you do some cleaning up for me as I get ready? It'd really help sweetie." Margaret's stepmother asked, putting on herr most genuine voice.

"Of course! What all needs done?" Margaret asked, accepting the offer of an apron from her stepmother. As it turned out, not much. Cleaning the dishes and moving them to the dishwasher; first emptying the dishwasher of it's contents. Working up a sweat by the end of it, Margaret took a breather, and opened up the cupboard to find something to munch on.

Her eyes were captivated by the mass amount of sweets, junk, and random assortment of unhealthy food that had taken point in the pantry. Grabbing a pack of cookies, she sat at the kitchen table in her pajamas, munching on a cookie. Hearing the doorbell ring, she headed there, not wanting to stop eating her cookies; she had one in her mouth even as she opened the door. Her stepmother sure was popular.

"Is your auntie or mommy here?" The neighbor from yesterday asked, standing at the door.

"She's in the shower right now." Margaret replied between bites.

"You shouldn't talk while chewing. I see she is no expert of manners. Let me in please." The older woman said, forcing herself into the house with ease.

She waited in the living room with Margaret, who did nothing but silently munch on the cookies. Eventually, she got tired of that, and put them away; her stepmother came down, looking confused at the woman in her home.

"Why are you here?" She questioned, hostility evident.

"My goodness. I merely wanted to visit a neighbor, is that too much to ask?"

"Well, it's not everyday you come by. What do you need?" Her stepmother asked.

"Well, my granddaughter will be visiting this weekend. I just wanted to see if you and your youngin' wanted to come to the pool with us." She asked.

"We will. You'll have to come over to give me the details later." Her stepmother responded, scooting the woman out of her home.

"Sorry. She **** her way in." Margaret said.

"No worries Maggie. Let's get you dressed." Her stepmother said, handing her the pipe and a small amount of weed. It hit well, and made the dressing process easy. They left soon after for the doctors office, Margaret strapped into her car seat, the dress from yesterday perfectly exposing her diaper.

"Stress incontinence is a thing. Perhaps that is what has occurred in your case, Maggie." The middle aged, salt and peppered colored hair man said, staring at the girl before him. Strapped into medical grade stirrups, Margaret nearly shrieked at the thought of what was occurring. If not for the **** and weed dulling her will power, she'd be out of the doctors office, hiding in her stepmothers car. But her stepmother stayed with her, even helping get the diaper off as she hopped into the stirrups. She egged her on, making sure she knew that lying to get an incontinence diagnose was the only path forward

"But that's usually due to things like coughing of sneezing. I'm not a psychologist, but perhaps it is psychological stress that is causing this sudden onset of control loss." He said, stretching a bit. "Let me continue my examination."

"Doctor, if I might have a few words with you in private." Margaret's stepmother said. The doctor was a 'family friend' (with benefits), and he understood the suggestion well.

"Certainly. I'll have a nurse come in to continue to examination." He said, not able to follow the stepmother fast enough. Margaret, lost for words, did not know what to say, merely watching her stepmother disappear with the doctor. A large, matronly looking nurse came in, looking ready to examine Margaret intensely. She shivered at the thought.

Margaret's stepmother and the doctor had a productive 'talk', and at the end of it, after her stepmother had swallowed the mans dick and he got to grope her tits, she spoke up.

"It's stress incontinence. And she is in need of daily enemas. Lastly, she needs sleeping medication." Margaret's stepmother said, causing the doctor to raise an eyebrow. What was she on about?

"Huh?" He questioned.

"She has stress incontinence. Prescribe her daily enemas and sleeping medication. High fiber, and the meds on this list." Margaret's stepmother responded. He got the gist of what she said, not wanting to refuse the woman who had slept with him countless times. He stood in front of Margaret, diaper retapped, with his diagnose.

"From my examination, I do believe you have a form of stress incontinence. I'll get you a letter stating that. To deal with it, I also will be prescribing you a few medicines. Furthermore, might I suggest a high fiber diet, with daily enemas?" The doctor said, speaking more directly to her stepmother then Margaret.

Confused, Margaret left the building, happy not to be showing her vagina to the man, but wondering how he had gotten that diagnose from merely a few seconds of peering at her vagina. Suckling down some liquor from her bottle, she let the question die in her thoughts.