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There once was a girl of 20 or so. She was quite bored with things the way they had always been so she decided to see what the world had to offer an adventurous young lady.
The first thing she did was open up the internet. 'Where to begin,' she thought to herself. She started looking at things she liked. First was kittens and that made her happy. biggrin.gif One link she found had a picture of a lady, quite well endowed, in something called a cat suit.
Our curious young lady clicked on the link and found some very naughty things. Things she'd heard whispered by some less than proper boys but had never actually understood until now. She looked on in awe, knowing it was wicked, but she could not tear herself away from the images of this woman. unsure.gif The shiny material showed things that she thought most people shouldn't see in public. Yet, she looked on still.
This web site had a links page. She browsed those as well. Some links sounded scary and she did not look at them. One link in particular caught her attention. It said, 'Good Baby Girls and Naughty Baby Boys.'
She clicked on the link, half excited and half afraid. The page had borders of pacifiers and teddy bears. She thought it was quite cute. There was a saying by Mommy, 'Babies don't know any better so Mommy keeps them safe and happy.'
She clicked the Enter button to continue her journey. When the page began to display, her mouth fell open. There was a full grown woman with pretty, long brunette hair and the greenest of eyes. She was wearing a baby doll nighty with a pacifier in her mouth. As the image continued to fill in it was also apparent she was not wearing any panties. She was wearing a DIAPER! ohmy.gif
Our poor little girl wanted to stop but could not. Feelings stirred in her, feelings she'd never had with the rough boys she'd dated. Her nipples tingled and her legs quivered. 'Why?' she thought to herself. She closed the browser and just sat there.
Her mind raced with ideas and situations that were new to her. She felt a dampness between her legs and was unsure why. Perhaps she'd become excited and peed a little. She was both thrilled and afraid at the same time. Her heart raced.
She got up and tried to get her mind off of it. She went through her closet and straightened her place but her desire to look at those pictures lured her back. Slowly but surely, she turned her computer back on. This time she was more prepared. She put a towel down in the chair and lifted her skirt so that she would not get anything wet.
She quickly found that same page she'd started on. She looked at it closely. There were guys and gals, all dressed in big puffy diapers. Some were wearing what looked like large baby diapers, with prints and things all over them. Some where wearing complete baby outfits. Some had on nothing but big cloth diapers and plastic panties. Some even showed guys dressed a girls.
She did not know what to think of all she had seen but she did realize that her hand was in her lap, holding her sex. The thumb of her other hand had found its way to her mouth. She had not sucked her thumb since she was a baby! Her hand, her panties and the towel were all damp.
Again, she turned off her computer and threw the towel in the wash along with her panties as she went for a shower! She tried to get the thoughts out of her head. And for a time she succeeded.
The whole next week she managed to not think of diapers at all. The thought never even crossed her mind. Then she saw an ad in a magazine for some bladder pads. All the old thoughts raced back into her head. Only this time, it was stronger than before.
Again, those thoughts flooded her consciousness. She found herself distracted all day. It did not help that she needed to do some shopping today. She was low on many of her basic necessities. Everything from fresh fruit to bottled water.
Our confused little girl blocked it out as best she could. She tried to make a list of things she would pick up at the store. The list was short and she thought she could just pop in and out with very little fuss. That was the plan.
She changed into her cute little sun dress, pulled her hair back and slipped into her little stringy sandals. She checked her look in the mirror and was quite pleased. Except she kept thinking, 'What would I look like with a diaper under my dress?'
Again, she tried to think of something else, anything else, everything else! It worked for the moment. She left her place for the short walk to the corner market. She put her sunglasses on. It was a bright, warm day and the Sun felt good on her shoulders.
The cashier greeted her with a smile as always. A nice older lady that was friendly to all the regulars. She'd been there as long as our girl could remember. The little old lady WAS the store to her.
As our gal wandered through the store, not even looking at her list, she wound up in the baby diaper aisle with nothing else in her basket. She absently realized that she was staring at the Pampers when a mother with a small child stepped in front of her and picked up a bag of them.
She shook her head and quickly looked at her list for the things she needed. She gathered her items and ended up in the produce section. As she walked to the counter, she passed down the diaper aisle again. Was it an accident or did she subconciously do it on purpose? She didn't know for sure.
Again she found herself staring at the bags and bags of diapers. A whole shelf section was devoted to them. She tried to look away but found something caught her eye. It was the bedwetter pants. For bigger kids that still were not dry at night. She touched the bag, turned it around and read that back. She felt a warmness pass over her. She looked around, saw no others in the aisle and dropped it into her basket.
As she walked to the cashier, she began to get nervous. Her palms were damp from the perspiration and it became hard to hold onto the basket. Her sandals sounded so loud and she imagined that she was drawing attention to herself. She almost put the pullup pants back on a shelf but managed to screw up courage up to go through with it.
At the counter she placed her items on it and waited for the total to be wrung up. The lady scanned each item and smiled at her when she was finished. Our girl wrote a check and quickly left with her bags of supplies. She worried that someone could see that she had bedwetter pants through the opaque plastic bag. She imagined that everyone knew she was buying them for herself.
She finally arrived back home and closed the door behind her, locked it and breathed a deep sigh of relief! She was half mad at herself for wasting the money on something like diapers. But now what?
She took a deep breath and decided to throw them away! Yes, that was it. Toss them in the garbage. She walked to her trash can in the kitchen and opened the lid. 'Well,' she thought to herself, 'you just bought them. Why throw them away. Maybe you can return them.'
So, now she had decided to put them in the closet. This was the silliest thing she'd ever done. Imagine, a grown woman, wearing a diaper for no good reason. She walked to the closet and swung her arm back to toss them in but didn't follow through on the motion. They weren't very heavy. Funny that while she walked home with them the weight was the last thing she thought of.
She cleared a spot to hide them in the back of the closet until she would have a chance to return them to the store. She put them in the corner. That wasn't good enough. She piled a box and some old shoes around them to cover them up. She was just about to stand up and close the door when she looked back at them one more time.
She gazed at the instructions, the cartoon images of how to fit them. Her mouth was dry. She dug them back out of the closet. 'I got them here, I might as well at least look at them,' she thought to herself.
She gingerly tore open the bag. Actually, it split nearly in half. She didn't intend to, it just happened. All the pullups went flying all over the closet. Well, no returning them now! She picked them up and when she had an arm full, she remembered they couldn't go back into the torn bag. She walked to her pantry to get a shopping bag to put them in.
Just then, with both arms full of bedwetter pants, her doorbell rang! Panic shot through her body! She couldn't move a muscle. Then there was a follow up ring and a knock. Her heart skipped a beat!
She quickly regained her senses, tossed the pants in the bag and she threw them all in the closet as she sprinted to the door. When she got there and opened the door, there was no one around, just the phonebook hanging on her door handle. She took it off and tossed it on the counter.
"Well, aren't you jumpy?" she said out loud to herself with a laugh!
She went back to the closet and took a pullup out of the bag. She sat on the floor as she unfolded it. It was almost hard and compacted but it softened up as she stretched it to something that resembled underwear. The padding was not very thick but it was much more than a pair of panties. It wasn't very big but it did stretch quite a bit.
She slowly folded it back up and opened the bag to put it back in. She hesitated. Why? It didn't make sense. Why did it make her feel this way? She had no idea but she could feel the tingling in her panties and the thoughts ran through her mind, stronger than ever.
When she realized what she was doing, she'd already taken her white cotton panties off and had one foot in the leg of the pullup. She could not fight it and put her other foot in the pullup panties and stood up, pulling it all the way on as she stood.
I did feel good! But she was still confused. She immediately took it back off and put the diaper in a drawer, her underwear draw even.
What was happening to her? Was she one of them? Those diaper lovers and adult babies? Would it be so bad if she was?
She went back to her kitchen and fixed herself a glass of tea. The thoughts would not go away. She tried sorting her dirty laundry. It looked like she'd peed in her panties with all the yellow stains in them. That wasn't helping.
After the tea, she needed to pee and went to the bathroom. It seemed more urgent though. She felt she'd barely made it! While she was in the bathroom, decided it was in need of some cleaning.
While she cleaned her bathroom, she had to pee again! Must have drank too much tea. She quickly plopped down on the toilet and barely made it! What was this all about?
She finished and went back to the couch to watch some TV, hoping it would not make her think of those things hidden in her closet! Something to get them out of her mind!
She flipped through the channels and found an old black and white Bogie and Bacall movie. She watched about 10 minutes of it before drifting off into a nap.
Then something woke her from her sleep! She felt a chill when the fan had kicked on. Then she realized why she'd been awakened. HER PANTIES WERE WET!
"WHAT!" she yelled, "I don't believe this!"
She got up and looked at herself. Her panties were wet and her couche was soaked as well! She went to the bathroom to get some towels to clean the couch before changing herself.
'Why did this happen to her?' she thought and couldn't understand it.
She tossed her wet clothes in the dirty clothes and pulled a open her panty drawer and there it was! The pullup. She looked at it again. It felt better now, softer, more like regular underwear. At least she thought so. She slipped it on and pulled it up. It fit very well. She smoothed it around her body, snugging the fit to her liking.
She looked at herself in the mirror. It didn't look that big. She slipped a sundress on over her bra and new 'panties' to see how the whole combination looked. It was a little bigger than normal and a bit lumpy but nothing anyone would notice... or would they?
She rummaged through her panty drawer and pulled out a pair of plain white cotton briefs and slipped them over the pullups. That smoothed the lines considerably. She was busy looking at her back and bottom in the mirror when the urge hit her.
"OH!" she said in disgust as she felt her bladder spirt right then.
Luckily she had a diaper under her dress. She started to sniffle a bit. She fell back onto the bed and started to cry. She rolled over on her stomach and began to bawl!
She then sneezed and begain to cry even more. She'd just peed herself again from the sneeze! It was like the diapers were making her use them!
Just then she heard a sound coming from the wall. It was muffled but she could hear it. It sounded like a person talking to themself. She completely forgot about her soggy bottom and listened to the sound. She crawled up closer to the wall.
"...6... you are getting so relaxed, nothing is bothering you, just sink deeper into the relaxing feeling ...5... your spirit is at peace, your mind is empty of all your cares, the world is so far away ...4..."
What was that? Sounded like a relaxation tape. She sprawled out on the bed and listened to it more closely. It was relaxing after all. She noticed her eyes were getting very heavy.
When she woke up, her diaper was completely soaked! She'd wet herself completely while napping. OH MY GOODNESS! When she slept, she peed herself!
She was shocked. What would she do now? Her head nearly pounded with the thoughts and anxiety. She started to tear up a little as she felt sorry for herself. She sat up on her bed. The warm, damp padding in the diaper licked at her privates. It surprised her in a way she hadn't expected. So much so that she repeated it. That tingly feeling returned to her but she tried to supress it.
She wiped her tears away, closed her eyes and just sat still. Her breathing slowed and she felt much better. Then she had to pee again! URGENTLY!
She jumped up to run to the bathroom but it was going to be a close race. Every jarring step seemed to cause a small trickle to seep into her already saturated diaper. At the bathroom door, the battle was lost. It seemed like it took an hour but it was really only a second or two. Her bladder emptied the last remains into her now leaking diaper.
She sighed, pulled down the pullup and sat on the toilet just to say she tried. Nothing came out but she made the effort. While sitting on the toilet, she balled up the pullup and tossed it into the garbage. It landed with a dull thud. She tried to clean up with toilet paper but it just wasn't clean enough feeling. She tried a moist towelette that she took her makeup off with and it was significantly better.
In a subconcious effort to hide her recent inability to control her bladder, she tossed the used towelette and some toilet paper over the diaper in the garbage.
She was thinking about what to do next, put on her underwear or another pullup. She'd not decided and washed her hands. That was all it took. She felt and heard herself spill her water on the tile floor as a small puddle formed at her bare feet!
Now she was afraid. This couldn't be normal! She cleaned up the mess she'd just made and went to get another pullup. She had no sooner pulled it up to her waist than she'd felt a little tinkle already.
She picked up her phone to call her family doctor. They had an opening in a couple of weeks. They asked her about her symptoms or concerns and she tried to be tactful.
"I think I have a bladder irritation," she said.
The nurse on the phone asked if it was an itch, a burn or a sharp pain. She told her it was more like an immediate urge to urinate. The nurse then asked if her urine was dark or had a bad odor.
"NO, I just pee myself," she said, "I'm leaking!"
The nurse was silent for a moment and then came back with the answer she wanted, an appointment was set up for tomorrow morning.
Now came the hard decision. She was scheduled to work tonight but she didn't really feel up to it, especially while wearing a diaper! She picked up the phone and called in sick. The manager wasn't happy but she was the best waitress she had and understood.
Our gal, now relieved to not have to work with this condition, fixed herself an early supper. She didn't have much of an appetite but she ate because she should.
When she got up from the table, she realized that she must have wet her diaper a good bit as it sagged away from her body, pulling cool air around her damp bottom to fill the space. She shivered and unintentionally peed a bit more. At least it was warm!
She finally brought the rest of the pullups into her bathroom where they'd be more useful. Two in 8 hours, this bag would barely last a few days! She changed into a dry one and got ready for bed. To be sure she didn't leak, she put down a few bath towels just in case.
As she drifted off to sleep, she could hear the muffled relaxation tape running from the other side of the wall, "...8... your eyelids are closed, the lights are dimming ...7... you are in a safe place, pleasant thoughts are slowly being replaced with a feeling of relaxation..."
And she was asleep!
The next morning she awoke. She felt refreshed, relaxed and was happier than she could remember in quite some time. She'd had the wildest dream. She was wearing a huge, puffy diaper. So big it made her waddle. She peed and peed in this big puffy diaper. The more she peed, the happier she was. She giggled to herself. How funny that sight was in her mind.
She got up out of bed and discovered that the part about her peeing a diaper was true. Too true, she'd peed this pullup so full it wouldn't hold any more and had leaked. Then she remembered putting a towel or two down. She pulled them up to find a small wet spot on the bed. She sighed as she walked to the bathroom to clean up for her doctor's appointment.
She dropped the sodden garment in the garbage and tossed the towels into the dirty laundry before climbing into the shower. All of her troubles seemed to float away like the suds from her soap. When she exited the stall, she hadn't a care in the world.
As she dressed, she didn't even think twice about getting a pullup instead of her regular underwear. It just seemed like the right thing to do. She put on a nice blouse and a pleated skirt before slipping on a pair of sandals for her trip to the doctor.
She ate a bite of breakfast, a cereal bar and a glass of orange juice, before heading out the door. As she was about to close the door, she went back and put an extra pullup in her purse, just in case.
When she arrived at the doctor's office, she signed in and waited her turn. After a few minutes, they called her name and a nurse took her back to an exam room. First the nurse weighed her and took her blood pressure. The oral temp showed low so the nurse left and asked her to change into a hospital gown. She did as she was told but left her pullup on. It was already a bit soggy.
The nurse returned and took her temp again. Still low. The nurse got another thermometer and a tube.
"Well, young lady, looks like we do it the old fashioned way!" said the nurse, "Lay down on the table, face down."
She did as she was commanded. The gown fell away and exposed her back and her pullup. The nurse said nothing put pulled it down and smeared a blob of lube on her rear before inserting the rectal thermometer. The nurse held it there while the poor girl wondered what that must look like.
The nurse, after what seemed like an hour, pulled it out and read it. Normal, that's a good sign. Then the nurse pulled her pullup back to her waist.
"Its pretty wet, you know?" said the nurse.
"I don't doubt it," our gal said, "It just came on pretty quickly over the last couple of days."
The nurse nodded her head and pulled open a cabinet, "Here, try one of these. They hold more."
With that, the nurse handed her a large white plastic square. She took it, unfolded it and discovered it was a full sized and very thick diaper. She was sure her face turned beet red. The nurse pulled the curtain and closed the door as she left.
She took her pullup off and tossed in the garbage. She then spread out the diaper on the table and proceeded to sit in it. Then she began to try and pull it all together and tape it on. She wasn't having much luck. Then there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," she said.
It was the nurse. She took one look at the girl and shook her head. She had the girl lay back on the table and she snugged and taped it on her. Both of them smiled. Again, the nurse left.
Next the doctor entered with a knock. He looked at her chart for a full minute before speaking. He flipped pages, scribbled notes and finally took a tongue depressor and a pen light to her mouth.
"Eat anything unusual? Have a change in bowel movements?" asked the doctor.
She shook her head no. He then had her lay down on the table as he palpitated her abdomen. He pressed an area below her navel and she let out an 'oh' as she crossed her legs. It sounded like rain, her urine stream striking the plastic backing of the diaper. She could feel the warm, wet pee caress her bottom.
"I see," said the doctor, "That sort of thing happen often now?"
She nodded her head in agreement. He continued by testing her reflexes. After several minutes, he asked her, still laying, to pull up her gown so he could see her diaper. It had obviously absorbed a great deal so far.
"I'm going to get you in for some lab work today. Can you do that?" asked the doctor.
She nodded again, "Yes, doctor. Anything to get to the bottom of this."
Then he told her not to worry and left. The nurse returned about 30 minutes later with a form and a slip of paper. It had an appointment with the lab downstairs for a urological exam. She also needed to fill out some paperwork. The nurse left again.
This time the nurse returned and told the girl she could get dress and go downstairs now if she liked. The nurse also got another diaper from the cabinet and said she'd rediaper her if she liked. That one was very wet.
She nodded yes and the nurse proceeded to untape the soggy one. She was a little embarassed to be a grown woman and still have a person change her diaper. But, it was better than making a mess. Once the fresh diaper was on, the nurse left and our girl put her clothes back on. She got off the table and walked out.
It was then she discovered that the tile floors and concrete walls echoed the sound of crinkling plastic as she walked. She was mortified!
She looked all around her. Surely someone noticed, someone could hear her every step, crinkling away. To her great relief, everyone seemed so involved in their own little worlds that she never even got a sideways glance. Thankfully, her skirt concealed the extra bulk that this diaper had over her old pullup, one of which she still had in her purse.
She rode the elevator down to the lab, being careful to stand still as it was deathly quiet in the elevator. She waited until everyone got off before she moved. The rustling sound was very loud to her. She sheepishly exited and followed the signs to the lab.
At the lab, she was checked in and given another form to read and sign. Something about a release. She was numb and just signed it blindly. The lady sent her to a changing room with another gown to put on. She did and put her clothes in a locker and went back to the waiting area. The back didn't suit her since it was only loosely held together. Anyone behind her could see her predicament!
She waited for probably 20 minutes before a nice looking young man called her name. As she stood, she was self councious of the exposed back and the still noisy diaper she was wearing.
He took her back to a prep room and asked her many questions. She was horrified to hear that since she'd not been prepped the day before he was going to have to administer an enema! Her jaw dropped to the ground. He buzzed and a nurse entered. He handed her a note and she returned with a bag with a tube attached.
He asked her to lay on the table and roll onto her side. It was then he saw her diaper from the rear.
"Do you have a bowel problem as well?" the cute guy asked.
She shook her head no and he proceeded to untape the side of her diaper. He rolled it back and pulled it down enough to expose his intended target. His gloved, lubed finger slipped inside her with great ease and was quickly replaced with the cool nozzle. He told her to just breath deeply and it'd be over soon. She did and could feel the warmth spread inside her tummy.
After a bit she could even see the bulge in her belly. He removed the nozzle and told her to hold it for five minutes and then she could us the toilet. He pushed her diaper back up but did not tape it. She agonized those five minutes but managed to hold on. She got up and dashed to the toilet and quickly pulled her half off diaper down. WHAT A RELIEF!
She cleaned herself up and pulled her diaper back up. Brr, it had cooled from not being in contact with her body. It felt icky now. But there were no clean ones about. She did the best she could and walked back out.
The guy, cuter now than before some how, with his nice smile and having already seen her butt, asked her to follow him to the cat scan machine. On the table was a tray of items she had not seen before. He had her sit on the table, then lay back and asked her to spread her legs. He removed her diaper then worked under her gown with the aid of a nurse.
"This won't hurt but it will possibly feel cold," the nurse said, "when the doctor inserts the cath."
With that she felt the doctor, was he a doctor, he was so young looking, touch her privates and a bit of friction in her peepee. Then she heard something and they were helping her up. They had a bag for her that the nurse hung at her waist but hung all the way to her knee. It had a yellow liquid in it.
"What's that?" she asked.
"That's your urine. It is draining into the bag while we are doing tests on your bladder," said the gorgeus doctor.
She followed them, now knowing that tube went inside her. It was an odd thought for her, no diaper!
The doctor put her on the CAT scan table, hung the bag on the side and proceeded to setup the machine. He made a pass with the machine and then came back to her.
"This time we are going to fill your bladder with a special fluid to see the outline of it better. It will feel full but don't worry," said the doctor.
The doctor clamped the drain line and attached a syringe to the fill line and she could feel the pressure. He asked if she needed to pee. She could feel pressure but not the urge to go. Then he took another scan before releasing the drain clamp. Her pressure was gone just like that as the fluid filled the bag. It was so weird to see it fill and know it came from inside her.
After that, the doctor asked her if she needed another diaper. She shook her head yes and he had her lay back as he slid another fresh, thick hospital diaper under her naked rear. Then her removed the catheter. It burned just a little but not bad. He taped her diaper on expertly and told her he'd call her in a few days with the results.
She happily changed back into her street clothes and smiled all the way home. He was a cute doctor!
With her crinkly diaper rustling with every step, she walked home the whole way. She didn't feel like taking the bus back home. It was five blocks but it was still a beautiful day and she liked the sun on her skin.
Still within site of the lab, she walked by shops that catered to the medical fields. There were uniform shops, pharmacies, wheel chair shops and one that caught her eye. A medical supply store that had something in the display window that made her look twice.
There, in plain view, for anyone to see, was a mannequin with a diaper on it and bags of diapers sitting around it. She had a strange feeling about this store and had to go inside. She had to see more of this place that seemed to offer what girls like her needed.
When she entered the store a matronly woman greeted her, "Good day, young lady, may I help you?"
She was in awe at the sheer display of diapers throughout the store. There were all manner of disposables and cloth diapers. Clothes that made changing easier, plastic pants and the like.
She asked the lady, "I need something. I'm not sure what just yet."
The lady asked her questions, politely and sincerely, "Is it for you? Just a little dribble or bedwetting?"
She replied, "Yes, for me and I guess dribbles all the time. Like now even."
"That's a very pretty dress, it hides it quite well," said the lady, "What brand or type are you using now?"
She, without thinking, lifted her dress to expose her slightly wet diaper, "This kind."
"OH!" said the lady, a little surprised, "Those are Attends I believe. We have those and several others. Are the adequate? How often do you change?"
She explained that these were from the hospital and she needed something better than the pullups she'd been using. The lady showed her several types and absorbencies. She offered her a sample Tena to try since her current diaper was absorbing its limit now. In the end, she chose a bag of Abenas for night and a bag of Tenas for day. The lady bagged them up and she was on her way.
She walked down the street, more quiet than before without the crinkling but with two bags of diapers in her hands. They were covered in opaque bags but anyone close enough could see what they were without even trying. By now, she really didn't care. Her problem was now about management until the doctor had an answer.
As she entered her place, the neighbor, the one with the relaxation tapes, was just leaving. She waved at her neighbor and she waved back. She didn't even know her name but she'd just moved in a few weeks ago.
"Do those relaxation tapes work?" she asked.
The neighbor, a bit stunned, answered, "A little. How did you know?"
"The walls are pretty thin," she replied, "Don't worry, I think I like them. I fell asleep last night to it."
Then she noticed the neighbor staring at her bags of diapers. She selfconciously opened her door and tossed them inside. The neighbor girl seemed reluctant to leave but the conversation had now turned akward.
"Well, it was nice meeting you," said our girl.
The neighbor waved, smiled and left. She thought she heard the tell-tale signs of a diaper crinkling from the neighbor but she wasn't positive. It was just her oversensitized imagination, looking for someone to share the misery of diapers.
She entered her place, took her diapers to the bathroom and checked her new diaper in the mirror. It was just showing a little wetness but still quite comfortable. She was pleased with her choice.
She fixed herself something to eat and sat on the couch to watch the news. Today had been a good day.
As she ate her meal, she periodically lifted her dress to see how much she had wet. It was warm and comforting but she did not want to leak any more. This diaper was quite thirsty and she couldn't wait to try one of her night diapers at bedtime.
She washed her dishes and noticed that the running water caused her to pee even more. It was odd but it was enjoyable. Perhaps this is what babies feel? She finished that and started on laundry. At least she'd save on underwear laundry for a while. Hopefully, the doctor would find something and she'd be able to get back to normal soon.
She looked on her computer for information on her problem. Again she ran across the adult babies and diaper lovers. She smiled now, she knew what they were doing. She spent several hours at the computer and viewed many pictures. It was starting to turn her on and she didn't know why. She caught herself with her hand in her diapered crotch several times.
She decided to just go to bed. As she stood up, she realized just how much this diaper did hold. It felt as if it was five or six pounds heavier now! Oh well, at least she didn't leak. That's a positive sign.
She cleaned up and opened the bag of Abenas. They were massively thick. So much so that she couldn't really close her legs easily. Surely, these wouldn't leak! She got ready for bed in her Winnie the Pooh night shirt and drifted off to sleep as she heard the neighbor's relaxation tape playing. It really was a good, relaxing tape. She'd go ask about where she could get one herself if she remembered tomorrow.
She drifted off to sleep, a smile on her face and a trickle in her diapers. She dreamed of the doctor, his cute face smiling at her has he changed her diaper and the pleasure she felt from it.
She slept soundly through the entire night. Not a better nights sleep had she had in years. Then she remembered she was in a diaper. She looked down, then around. No leaks, the bed was completely dry! YEAH!
Then she pulled up her shirt to check her diaper. The wetness strip was gone about half way up the front and it had swelled quite a bit. It felt good against her skin despite the fact that she was very wet. She rubbed the front of her diaper. She felt the tight backing that contained her leaks. It pressed against her sensitive area. It felt strangely appealing. She rubbed a bit harder and a bit lower. She was aroused now and it felt so darn good that she did not stop. She fell back on to the bed and spread her legs. She rubbed more furiously. The padding absorbing most of her kneading but some of it making it to her enjoyment.
Then the pleasure struck her. She bucked and arched her back as her body grew to an overwhelming climax. Her breathing finally returned to normal and she was exhausted. Eventually she stood up and shakily walked to the bathroom. She thought the Tena was heavy! This thing was like a ton strapped to her waist. It sagged a good bit with her pee.
She entered the bathroom and looked at her rump in the mirror. It was soaked way up the back. Almost to the top. WOW. She was glad she had this one on now. She dropped it with a thud and tried to potty. Just a tinkle and the rest before she got in the shower. Thankfully, she didn't have problems with her rear. That would be too much to bear right now!
She shaved her legs this morning. It was something she did most mornings but had neglected lately due to the experiences of wetting. Today she felt well enough to get back into her routine or maybe start a new one.
Once her legs were smooth, she decided to touch up her bikini area. Then she had a wicked thought. She snickered and shaved her entire mound bare. She was now smooth as glass! She washed her hair and exited the shower.
She stared at her naked body in the mirror. The only hair on her body was on her head and she liked the way it looked. It felt so much cooler now. She ran her hand over her mound. It was soft and still damp! Oops! She was dripping on the rug!
She opened the bag of Tenas and backed against the wall to hold it behind her. Then she rubbed some lotion in her bikini, no, diaper area then fastened it snugly around her. She like the quietness of the Tena. It was discrete, comfy and secure feeling.
She then proceeded to get ready for work. Her waitress uniform covered her puffy bum quite well and she turned in the mirror. The white blouse and black midlength skirt were actually not that bad as uniforms went. She put on a pair of pantyhose and they held the diaper snugly against her body. It felt a little confining but comforting. The touch of the diaper against her skin assured her she was safe.
Nobody would notice and she was glad of that. It was almost time to go to work. She stuffed an extra Tena in her purse, along side the still remaing pullup. She looked at her watch, just enough time to get there and be ready for the lunch crowd.
She walked to work, confident and proud that she was overcoming a seemingly insurmountable obstacle! Big deal, she had a diaper on. People with broken bones wore casts, people with poor eyesight wear glasses. She had a broken bladder and this was no different. Besides, without bathroom breaks, she'd maybe make more tips!
The lunch shift was hectic and not the best for tips but good service was key. She made an excellent day of it and despite the nagging feeling that she was somehow being watched, she did not feel too selfconcious of her diapered state. She even forgot about it unless she was sitting down. Thankfully, in this job she seldom sat down.
Mid afternoon, she checked her diaper. It was quite soaked but still quite more was left so she just freshened up and went back to work. She worked through the early evening crowd today and that went very well. She had one of her best days in a long time. Attitude is everything!
As she was cleaning up and getting ready to leave, the boss asked her, "Janet is out sick today. Can you cover the rest of the evening for me? I'll make it worth your while!"
"Sure!" she said, "I know I left you short handed yesterday. Just let me get freshened up and I'll clock back in."
The boss patted her on the rear as she walked out of the room. She wondered if she'd felt anything! It was quite full now and quite heavy. Her pantyhose were sagging a good bit. She went to a stall with her purse and took off the sodden diaper. It was very full and wouldn't have lasted the night. She decided to use the pullup since she only had two more hours.
Well, there's a problem. Pantyhose don't work with pullups so she put the extra diaper she also had with her on. It was good to be dry again but it didn't touch her the same. She almost missed the wet diaper. Oh well! Back to work.
She grabbed herself a glass of ice water and went back to work. The crowd was not too bad for the nightshift and her tips were pretty good, too. She was nearing the end of her shift when someone familiar entered the shop. It was her neighbor, with a guy, maybe a boyfriend, maybe not. They sat in her section and she walked up to them.
"Hi, neighbor! What can I get for you tonight?" she asked.
The neighbor girl smiled, "Pecan pie and a coffee is all for me."
The guy chimed in, "I'll have the same. Sounds good."
She brought them the pie and coffee then tended to her other tables. She filled the salt, pepper and sugar dispensers as the late shift is supposed to do. As closing time approached, the neighbor and friend were just finishing up. They paid seperately and hugged as they walked toward the door.
Our girl had just clocked out and was heading out the same time as they were. She followed them out and was somewhat surprised to see the guy head the other direction. The neighbor girl didn't go with him.
"Hey!" said the neighbor girl, "Care if I walk with you?"
Our girl shrugged, "Sure, no problem. Where's your boyfriend going?"
"Oh, he's not my boyfriend," she said, "He's just a friend. We just caught a movie."
They walked along toward home. There was a little small talk but mostly it was quiet. Then it dawned on our girl what it was that she noticed. It was the sound of her diaper crinkling as she walked. She wondered in horror if the neighbor could hear it as they walked along.
Then she remembered, she had a really quiet diaper on this time. Her diapers didn't crinkle any more! She stopped and pretended to fiddle with her shoe lace. The crinkling wasn't coming from her, it was coming from her neighbor's rear. SHE WAS WEARING A DIAPER, TOO!!
She wondered how to approach the situation. Her mind raced for a way to bring the subject up tactfully. She tried to think of something innocent to start a conversation the matter.
"I'll be glad to get home and get changed," she said, "My feet hurt and I need to get out of this uniform."
"Yeah, I know the feeling," said the neighbor, "I need to change, too."
Did she say she needed to change, too? That was odd, as she wasn't in a uniform. Maybe it was a slip? She'd try a different approach.
"How can you go to sleep after all that coffee?" asked our girl, "I can't have coffee after lunch or I'm up all night."
"It's a bad habit, I know. I've cut down actually," she said, "I'm also listening to the relaxation tapes."
"OH! Yeah, about those. Where can I get some?" our girl asked, "They really help me sleep."
"I'm so sorry they are so loud that you can hear them. They have a... uh... side effect though, you know?" the neighbor said.
"What? Like wet the bed or something?" our girl asked.
Then the neighbor turned beet red and stopped talking. Oops! She spoke too soon, apparently. She tried to gloss it over but couldn't coax the neighbor into saying anything else. They were nearing the apartment complex.
"Look, I'll turn them down. That should help you sleep," the neighbor said.
Our girl was puzzled, it wasn't that big a deal. She still didn't know for sure that the neighbor girl was wearing a diaper though. She worked up her courage and made an off-handed remark that might get a response.
"Gosh, its good to be home!" our girl said before slipping in the next statement, "I am soaked after working all night."
The neighbor looked at her, cocked her head, "What did you say?"
She then thought better of her comment, "My feet are soaked, my blouse is damp, its harder work in a resturant than most people imagine."
As they walked up the steps, the neighbor said as she unlocked her door, "I'll cut to the chase for you. Yes, I'm wearing a diaper. You heard it crinkling all the way home. I also know you had diapers in your bags when I saw you last time. I'd bet you are wearing a wet diaper now and can't help yourself."
Our girl's jaw hit the floor, "But... How... Why... I don't understand."
The neighbor sighed and said, "Come in for a minute and I'll explain everything for you. Its not complicated."
She followed the neighbor girl into her apartment to find out what the mystery was.
Once inside, the neighbor plopped down on a chair. The crinkling as she rocked back and forth on the seat was very noticeable now in such a quiet environment. She stared at our girl and motioned for her to have a seat as well.
The girl started, "First, it wasn't intentional. I had no idea it would work and work so well."
Our girl was confused, "What are you talking about? You haven't made sense all night. If you are going to tell me something, you better get to the point. I'm tired and I need to get some sleep."
The neighbor stood up and walked to the kitchen, "Want a water, soda?" as she opened the fridge and plucked a bottle out for herself.
"NO!" said our girl with conviction, "You've got about two seconds before I go home."
"OK!" said the neighbor, "I know you wet yourself all the time. I saw you bringing home those diapers. I'm in the same boat as you. I wet myself uncontrollably."
Our girl was stunned, "How did you... Any you... Is it a disease or something?"
"Its worse," said the neighbor girl, "I met a guy in a chatroom. We were into a lot of the same things and were PM'ing a lot back and forth about things we'd done and never done. I'd done a little S&M, thought it was cool. He'd done some bondage and we agreed it was neat. One thing let to another and after a few months he said he'd found the coolest fetish site and I should take a look at the URL he sent me."
"OK, where do I come into this?" asked our girl, quite confused.
"I'm getting to that," said the neighbor, "but I've got to get out of this pissy diaper first. It is SOO soaked."
The neighbor girl walked into the bathroom, crinkling all the way. Our girl could hear the obvious sounds of tapes being removed then a silence and then more tapes probably from the diaper going back on. She giggled at how well she now knew this routine herself.
The neighbor rustled more than crinkled all the way back to the living room only this time her rear was noticeably diapered. It was more prominent and the obvious lines on her bottom showed the outline all too well.
"I see you noticed for sure," said the neighbor, "These are my night diapers. I'm in a cloth, 6-layer diaper with plastic pants. It never leaks."
"How long have you been like this?" asked our girl, "That must be a lot of laundry."
"Yes, it can be," said the neighbor, "But I've been like this ever since the guy I met showed me something. Something that good or bad, has changed the way I live my life. I'm sorry you were sucked into it as well. Perhaps we can reverse it."
Our girl was really confused now, "Reverse what? What did you do to me? Did you slip something into my food or drink? Explain this!"
"OK! Here's the deal," the neighbor said, as she pulled out a box and handed it to our girl, "These are the relaxation tapes you have been inadvertently hearing through these cheap, thin walls. I'm so sorry. I never meant for anyone else to be involved."
Our girl read the insert to the CD case. It said in large letters, 'Relaxation and Subliminal Programming' and underneath there were check boxes. The three that were checked track 1 - Night Wetting, 3 - Day Wetting, 7 - Diaper Stimulation. The thing that worried her was the warning label. It had a very large notice, 'This product is not a novelty. The effects of this tape may be permanent. Please understand the contents of this product thoroughly before using.'
"What have you DONE TO ME!" our girl yelled, "You've put me in diapers!"
The neighbor tried to calm her down, "Easy, it was just something I was doing for this guy I met online. It was supposed to be a joke. Neither of us expected it to work but it did and quite well. He'd even ordered the CD with ALL the checks. Look at track 2, 4 and 5. Be glad those weren't on mine."
Our girl looked at the box again. Track 2 was Orgasm in Diaper Only, track 4 was Solo Baby When Safe and track 5 was Messy When Safe. She scanned the rest, track 6 was Thumb Sucking, track 8 was Anxiety without Diapers and the last track, track 9 was Keyword Training.
"So, your guy friend has all this turned on?" our girl asked, "What is 8, Keyword Training? And yes I guess I'm glad you left the baby and messy stuff off."
The neighbor actually grinned at this point, "You see, he found an adult baby and diaper lover website. It was really cool and appealed to our darker, experimental sides. He said he'd try it if I would. We both bought a pack of diapers but neither of us could bring ourselves to overcome our potty training. I actually found the place that makes these CDs and he said they wouldn't, couldn't work so he said he'd show me by ordering the one with all the stuff. Poor guy!"
Our girl giggled a bit, too, "Yeah, I can see where this would look like a joke. Why on earth would anyone even want this for any reason?"
"I think you know how good a wet, warm diaper feels," the neighbor said, "Don't you? Well, we wanted to REALLY experience it. So, we got the CDs. They didn't work at first and I was about to stop when I had a night time accident. Then day time accidents. By the time we realized it was a building up of the reinmakement, it was too late. He'd already become completely incapable of controlling himself. He can't be out of diapers for more than the time it takes to change or he gets anxious. He craps himself horribly at least twice a day. He said he can't even have sex any more!"
Our girl's eyes got as big as saucers, "NO! OH MY GOSH!"
"Yes," the neighbor said, "You've been listening to them subliminally for the last few weeks and it has worked on you too. I wanted it and get off on it but I'm so sorry about you."
"Well, I've been to the doctor," our girl said, "Maybe they'll find something. And put some headphones on for heaven's sake!"
They both smiled and our girl stood to leave, discovering her own diaper had immensely filled during their talk. She self-conciously looked at her rear and then the seat.
"Don't worry," the neighbor said, "Leaks aren't as common as they used to be for me. What kind of diaper do you have that is so quiet? Mind you, I like the crinkle. It reminds me that I'm proud to be diapered."
Our girl lifted the front of her waitress uniform to expose her soaked diaper wetness strips, "It is a Tena. Quite, comfortable and deadly silent."
"Good night and I'll stop playing them immediately," said the neighbor, "Let me know if it wears off since the guy I met will be glad to know it is not permanent."
Our girl nodded her agreement and went across the hall to her place and got ready for bed. At least she knew it wasn't a disease or illness. Perhaps there was hope.
She changed out of her soaked to capacity daytime diaper and changed into her ultra absorbent night diaper. She brushed her teeth, brushed her hair and put on her nighty.
It was hard to argue, looking at herself in the mirror, she did look cute with a nighty that just didn't cover her diaper completely. Then she turned around. It made her cute little bottom even cuter.
Wait? Is that the subliminal tape talking or was she really getting into it? She took the extra precaution of putting some ear plugs in before she went to sleep. She was so tired, nothing would wake her any way.
The next morning she was stirred by the alarm clock. She felt quite refreshed and jumped out of bed. That manuever reminded her that she was still in a diaper and from its weight and sagging tendency, she did use it quite heavily.
'Oh well!' she thought to herself, 'it could be worse. At least I'm not stinky like the neighbor's friend.'
She shuddered at the mere idea of also not being able to control her bowels. At least wetting was pretty easy to clean up. Which she decided she'd better do soon. She wasn't sure how much more this one would take.
From the weight of it, she'd wet at least as much as last night, maybe more. She sighed and went to the bathroom. As she stripped off her diaper, she was still dripping and quickly jumped into the shower.
'Well, that's different.' she thought to herself, 'I've never done that before.'
Our girl went ahead and showered, taking her time and just letting the water flow over her, taking her problems down the drain with the suds.
When she'd finally felt relaxed and ready to meet the day, she turned off the shower and exited. As soon as she'd dried off she put a diaper on to be sure she didn't have any more leaks.
She got dressed for work and ate a light breakfast. It was a normal day... in diapers for our happy-go-lucky young lady. She stuffed another diaper in her purse. This time she didn't have panty hose on so a pullup would work for an emergency.
The day shift was always more work and lighter tips but it left the evenings free, even if she hadn't had a date in a month! What guy would want to date a gal in diapers, except maybe the neighbor's online friend.
She walked to work, sunshine on her face and humming a tune. She waved at the boss as she walked to get her apron on and put her purse away. The crowd looked average and she got right to work.
The lunch crowd came and went without much excitement and she had half an hour before her shift was up. She was filling the salt shakers and putting new silverware at the tables for the next shift. She was also closing the blinds to block some of the direct afternoon sun.
She climbed up in the seat of a booth and reached for the rod to twist it closed a bit. Her hand slipped on the back of the booth and she tumbled out into the floor. She wasn't hurt but she was shaken.
Then she noticed the boss and another waitress were staring at her. You'd have thought she had two heads the way they were eyeing her. She sat up and discovered her skirt had revealed her secret.
She quickly pulled her skirt down and got up. She ran to the back to clock out and left immediately. The boss yelled for her to slow down but she wouldn't wait and ran home, her eyes watering up, trying not to cry.
She was so humiliated she would probably have to quit. She couldn't stand to think of them laughing behind her back, the girl that has diapers under her skirt.
When she arrived home, the neighbor was just leaving. She saw our girl was upset.
She asked her what was wrong, "Why are you crying? Can I help?"
She didn't say and continued trying to open her own door with no luck. She'd left her purse with her keys at work! She could not return there, not after what had just happened. She was humiliated in front of her boss and coworkers.
She finally told the neighbor that she'd had a bad day and allowed the neighbor to take her inside the her apartment. After a sip of water and a tissue, our girl explained the unfortunate exposure of her incontinence to the whole diner. She also had left her keys in her purse at the diner.
The neighbor told her to stay as long as she liked and to help herself to the diapers in the closet. She said she'd be back in half an hour. Our girl sobbed herself to sleep on the couch. She was awakened by the neighbor returning. She gave our girl her purse.
"I think this is what you were looking for," the neighbor said, "I went down there and got it for you. Don't worry about a thing. Its all OK."
"What did you say to them!" our girl asked.
"Nothing at first," said the neighbor, "Then they were concerned about you. I told them you'd been feeling bad lately and had been having episodes of wetting."
"NO!" said our girl, "HOW COULD YOU!"
"Take it easy," the neighbor said, "I told them I was from your incontinence support group and that you were not yet comfortable with the situation. I showed your boss my spare diaper in my purse and I even showed her the spare diaper in your purse."
Our girl just stood there, mouth wide open, not able to speak.
"Trust me," the neighbor said, "I gave them the lowdown on equal opportunity and federal discrimination against the disabled speech. I did a lot of research for a project in class. I set them straight. I'm pre-law you know!"
"So, what did the boss say to you after that?" our girl asked.
"Not a lot. She assured me that she'd lay it out for the other employees," said the neighbor, "She said she'd not tolerate any jokes or teasing."
"Really?" questioned our girl, "She said that? I always thought she was a cold hearted person. Maybe she has a heart!"
"Yeah," said the neighbor, "She confided in me that since she went through the changes she's had a bit of a leakage problem as well. I think she's on your side, girl!"
"Wow!" said our girl, "It is a small world after all!"
Just then the neighbor girl said, "DARN IT! This thing is leaking again! I didn't even drink that much either!"
It was our girl's turn to laugh as she opened her purse, "Haha, don't sweat it. Try one of mine. They hold so much you can actually feel the weight of them."
She handed it to the neighbor and she went to the bathroom, crinkling all the way. When she returned she was silent as she walked. Our girl smiled.
"Hey, that's a real nice diaper! You have to show me where you bought them!" said the neighbor.
"OK, tomorrow, before I go to work, I'll show you the place," said our girl, "I need some more as well. Especially since I don't know how long this will last."
"So, it wasn't any better after not hearing them for a night?" asked the neighbor.
"No, same as before," said our girl, "I flooded the thing to capacity nearly."
They looked at each other, shrugged shoulders and broke out laughing!
Our girl went to her apartment and cleaned up after her ordeal at work. She fixed herself a drink, stronger than wine this time. She plopped down on the couch. That reminded her she still needed to change her droopy diaper before it leaked.
She plopped off the couch and dribbled off her clothes as she walked to the bathroom. By the time she reached the bathroom, she was in a bra and soggy diaper. She dropped the diaper to the floor as she unfolded the fresh one. She wiped herself down with a wipe and placed the diaper under her as she sat on the toilet lid. Funny, she had not used the toilet to pee in for a while now.
She fastened her diaper on and went back to the couch to finish her drink. It was not like her to drink during the week but she needed it worse than she ever did. She gulped it, feeling better with each slug. Her nerves settled and she again had a smile on her face. She slumped into her couch, sliding down to a heavily reclined position. She slouched even lower, just a diapered girl getting plastered in her bra and diaper.
She was going to get on the computer but blew it off. She was going to turn on the TV but didn't see anything worth watching. She finally clicked on the stereo and let the tunes just bounce off her. A mix of classic rock and easy listening. Not her usual fare but it suited her subdued mood.
She drifted off to sleep on the couch, music playing, her drink nearly finished. She dreamed uneasily that night. Dreams she'd never dreamed before. Strange dreams of public accidents. Humiliating events that put fear in her heart and terror in her mind.
She awoke in a cold sweat... and cold. There was a knocking on the door. She absent-mindedly and still quite stewed, got up and opened the door.
There she stood, naked save for her diapers and lacy bra with the door wide open.
"JESUS! Girl, are you mad?" yelled the neighbor.
Our girl just looked at her with a silly fried grin on her face. The neighbor walked in and closed the door. She smiled at our girl and patted her face.
"Hey, what time is it?" our girl asked.
"Its late but not too late," the neighbor said, "Are you drunk?"
Our girl just giggled and scratched her diapered crotch, "OOPS!"
"Man," said the neighbor, "You pissed that one full. The WHOLE wetness bar is gone. I better get you cleaned up and to bed."
The neighbor dragged our girl to the bathroom and dropped her soaked diaper off her. She wiped her down and dug in the linen closet to find a fresh diaper.
When she found one she said, "You know, if you'd shave down there it would make cleanup a lot quicker."
"Whatever, I'm tired," said our girl.
The neighbor slipped a towel under her and started to rub shaving gel into her curly mound hair. The feeling made our girl giggle. The neighbor quickly removed all of her pubic hair. When she was ready to diaper her, our girl pointed to the closet.
The neighbor looked back, "What?"
"My night diapers are in the back," said our girl, "They are thicker and hold more. Use one of those."
The neighbor looked and found the thicker diapers, the Abenas, the really thirsty ones. She unfolded it. It was quite amazing. Her eyes popped out and her jaw dropped.
"WOW!" said the neighbor, "These must hold a gallon. So thick, so much padding."
"Pffft," said our neighbor, still groggy, "Take one for yourself. They are pretty darn good."
The neighbor placed it under our girl and proceeded to powder and diaper her. She fastened it quite snuggly and helped her unsteady friend up. The noise it made as she walked was exquisite. The neighbor liked noisy diapers. She walked her to bed and slipped her under the covers.
"Thanks, Mom," mumbled our girl as she was slipping back into peaceful slumber.
The neighbor girl turned off the light, closed the door and sighed! She then went into the bathroom and looked at the bag of overnight diapers. They looked incredible. The touch, the smell, it was intoxicating. Not as intoxicating as our girl was but still it was the stuff dreams are made of.
She slipped one into a shopping bag and locked the door behind her before heading over to her apartment. She was nervous just thinking about the very thick diaper, an Abena. The holy grail of diapers. She closed the door behind her. Her mind raced...
Our girl woke from her drunken sleep to a massive hangover. Her breathing was even too loud. Then the knocking on the door didn't help either. She tried to roll out of bed but was still pretty woozy.
She finally managed to get a house coat on and look out the peep hole. It was the neighbor. She opened the door for her just so the banging would stop. Our girl plopped down on the sofa holding her head.
"Geez!" said the neighbor, "I'm STILL wearing the diaper from last night and it still feels dry. HA! Looks like you are too but yours looks VERY wet!"
Our girl looked down at her diapered crotch from bloodshot eyes, "Yeah, I guess so."
"WOW, you must have really tied one on last night," said the neighbor too loudly.
"Shhh, not so loud," said our girl, "It hurts just to be awake."
The neighbor got up and rummaged through the cabinets for a bit and returned with a couple of pills and a glass of water. Our girl took it and gingerly swallowed.
"You need to get to feeling better. You promised to show me the diaper store," said the neighbor, "Remember?"
Our girl nodded and shakily got off the sofa, "I'm going to take a shower. Just give me a few minutes and make some coffee why don't you."
Our girl wandered off to the bathroom and dropped her soggy diaper in the pail. She stepped into the shower and began washing herself after just standing in the water stream for a bit. As she soaped her body, it was then she noticed she was hairless down there! What in the world?
She finished her shower and toweled off. With a diaper between her legs but not fastened and a towel around her head and body, she walked into the other room.
"Did something happen that I should know about?" our girl said as she let the front of her diaper fall away.
"Oh!" said the neighbor, "I did that. You'll thank me later. It makes cleanup easier."
Our girl just shook her head, got a cup of coffee and went to her bedroom to get dressed. She decided on a nice sun dress and some sandals. She felt better and the air would do her good. She got another cup of coffee in a plastic cup to take with her.
The neighbor and our girl left the apartment, both with large purses and heavy material shopping bags. They giggled a good bit on the trip downtown. It took a bit to get there but not too bad for a bus trip.
Our girl opened the door and held it for the neighbor. She walked in right behind her. The neighbor was standing there, mouth wide open, staring at the fully stocked walls of incontinence products, one for disposables and one for cloth and other reuseable items as well as clothes and assisted living furniture.
"Oh my. OH MY F-ing LORD!" said the neighbor girl.
"Quiet!" said our girl, holding her still somewhat throbbing head.
Our girl merely picked up a package of each she'd already become acustomed to, Tenas and Abenas. The neighbor was like a kid in a candy store. She bought a couple of bags of Abenas, some cloth diapers, some extra soaker pads and a pair of frilly rhumba panties for the final piece.
She could barely lift the packages, let alone carry them home or even get them on a bus. The neighbor looked worried now.
"I don't think I can get these home by myself," she said to our girl.
The lady at the counter couldn't help but overhear the girl fretting, "Don't worry, we have free delivery in the city. Take what you need now and I'll have the rest sent over this afternoon. When is convenient?"
Our girl jumped on the band wagon and bought an extra bag of Tenas for daytime and left her bag of Abenas for delivery. The nice lady smiled as she wrote down the address for the neighbor.
"I'm right next door so just drop them all off at her place," said our girl.
Our girl was feeling much better now, her headache was subsiding and her diaper was not too wet. The neighbor, on the other hand had not changed from last night. She was still wearing the Abena she got from our girl. 12 hours is a lot for one diaper and was pushing her luck.
As they got off the bus, our girl noticed that the neighbors behind was pretty obviously damp and her diaper was quite puffy. Anyone that knew what they were looking at would surely know she was in a soaking wet diaper. This made our girl look at herself in the store window reflection as they got off the bus. Thankfully, she was not as obvious.
Our girl whispered to the neighbor, "You are leaking, you know."
The neighbor giggled, "You think? I love this part. People stare and some of the more shocked ones will point. Its fun."
As the walked the block or so to the apartment, our girl noticed people looking at them, mostly the neighbor. She, too, found it funny after all.
"We better hurry now, though," said the neighbor, "I can feel it really starting to droop now. I may loose it completely if it gets much heavier."
They just barely made it in the door when the neighbor dropped her bags and rang off to the bathroom, trailing a few droplets alone the way. It wasn't two minutes later she was asking our girl to bring her the bad of Abenas.
She picked them up and carried them to the door. The neighbor had her enter and give her the bag. The way she was sprawled on the toilet, it was apparent she, too, was shaved in that area.
The neighbor never missed a beat, "Hey, you hungry? I'm buying lunch for the find of a lifetime at that amazing store!"
Our girl looked down at her dress, "I need to go over and freshen up a bit."
The neighbor giggled, "Heck, take one of mine and we'll get a pitcher of margaritas at Pepe's!"
They both laughed as our girl started unfolding a night time diaper for her daytime lunch date! Margaritas sounded good and she didn't have to work till much later any way. Right there, she stripped off her dress and soggy diaper and put on the clean, fresh puffy one. She slipped her dress back on but it was a little tight in her rear.
"OH NO!" said our girl, "It shows my diaper! I need to change."
The neighbor curled her nose and said, "Nonsense, my dress is tight, too! Nobody will know. We're just a couple of gals with big booty! HAHA"
The two of them stood there, looking at each other. It wasn't that noticeable but our girl was just coming to grips with the idea that she not only needed diapers but would probably never get out of them.
Our girl screwed up her courage and straightened her dress as best she could. 'OK, maybe it wasn't so bad', she thought to herself. She took a deep breath and they left for a celebratory lunch courtesy of her neighbor. At least they weren't as loud as the first diapers she got. What an embarrassment that was.
They walked the short distance to Pepe's and got a table by the window. They got a large pitcher of margaritas and before long were giggling and laughing about anything and everything. It was a time to forget all her problems and just have fun.
By the time they were ready to leave there were three empty pitchers on the table. It was a good thing they both were well protected as they were well intoxicated. The neighbor paid the bill and they left for home. Thankfully it was a short walk.
As they were leaving, a nice looking man, probably in his early 30's smiled at them. He then waved to them and walked over to the door as they were leaving.
"Hey, you too look like you had a lot of fun," he said, "You aren't driving are you?"
Both of them cackled, "HAHA! No, we live around the corner."
The young man introduced himself, "I'm Joe. I couldn't help but notice how cute you two are... and drunk. Are you OK to go home?"
The neighbor blurted out too loudly, "Yeah! I just need my diaper changed and I'll be fine!"
Joe looked at her funny, glanced down at her ambiguously plump rear, but still smiled, "OooK then. Have fun."
They left, a little unsteady but still not falling down. Arm in arm they walked. The neighbor grabbed at her rear.
"God! We sat too long," said the neighbor, "I think I've got diaper rash or something. And this walking is making me so horny!"
Our girl looked puzzled, "Horny? From wearing diapers?"
The neighbor looked around then said, "Shhh, not so loud. Its a secret. When you wet, the diaper soaks it up and then the fluff swells and rubs against you. When you walk, its a great turn on. Don't tell me you haven't noticed?"
Our girl blushed, "Well... I don't usually wear these during the day. I just thought they were real tight."
The neighbor stopped and looked her in the eye, "And? That's all?"
"OK," said our girl, "It doesn't feel bad. There, are you happy now?"
The neighbor laughed out loud and said softly, "Don't tell anyone or we'll never be able to get our favorite diapers any more!"
They continued on to the apartment and the neighbor invited our girl in. They plopped down in chairs just sort of melted into them. Our girl rubbed her diapered crotch a bit without thinking.
"That's not how you do it," said the neighbor, who pulled up her dress and rubbed the ball of her hand into the edge of her soaked diaper.
Our girl watched as the neighbor flexed her legs and built a blossoming orgasm that drove her to soft moans of exctasy. Our girl was both embarrassed and intrigued. She rubbed her hand into her diaper. Suddenly another hand was on top of hers.
"No, more like this," said the neighbor, "A little lower and use the fleshy part of your hand. You aren't giving some guy a freebie!"
Our girl's eyes got wide as the sensation finally made a difference. It was an amazing feeling, like she'd only heard about. Then it happened, like opera with a bass drum. Her heart raced and her legs quivered. She sank deeper into the chair, blissfully unaware of anything else.
Some time later, when she cared what was happening around her again, the neighbor had put a glass of water near her on the table. She drank it thirstily and sighed.
The neighbor just smiled, "Congratulations, you are now a certified diaper lover!"
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