Trading Post

Thank you for the lovely comments, it feels wonderful that the story has found so many readers.   CHAPTER 4 The illness passed as quickly as it had come. On the fourth morning, Sara woke up, rose instinctively from bed, and noticed that her head no longer ached. Sara’s throat wasn't sore, her muscles no longer felt limp, and even the thick unicorn-print diaper she'd been put in was completely dry. The girl stood in the middle of the room for a moment, listened carefully to her body, and smiled. She felt light. Almost strange. Sara had been in diapers for three days. Hazy memories from that time bubbled up in her mind – Anna's steady hands, the sound of tearing tape, the coolness of wet wipes, the softness and warmth of the diapers. Sara hadn't resisted once when Anna changed her into a dry one; instead, the girl had lain obediently still each time. First with eyes closed, then gaze on the ceiling, and finally – surprisingly quickly – her gaze on Anna. Sara had adapted astonishingly fast to not needing to use the toilet or even change her own diapers Anna had taken care of everything, and it had felt safe. But now the illness was over. Sara did what felt right: she didn't wait for Anna, but crept off on her own to the washing facilities by the barn, even before breakfast. She took a quick shower, dried herself with a terrycloth towel, and pulled on her black cotton panties. The girl dressed in old jeans and a white t-shirt, after which she tossed the diaper in a plastic bag into the trash bin at the end of the barn. As she closed the lid, Sara returned to the house as little birds sang her a good morning. When she came to breakfast, Anna was already sitting at the table. She turned to look at Sara, nodded at her kindly, and then continued buttering her bread. Sara didn't know what she had expected. Questions? Some comment? But Anna said nothing. She simply slid the butter dish toward Sara and said, "Morning to you too. Bread's on the stove." It felt good. And a little bad. The early potato harvest had begun, and there was plenty of work in the field. It was hard labor – bending, picking, sorting. The sun blazed from an almost cloudless sky, and a light breeze carried the scent of the forest. Sara enjoyed the fieldwork. Her muscles had rested during her illness and they craved movement. On the first day after her illness, Sara worked a shorter day, but on the following days she wanted to work until dinner. On Friday afternoon, the two young women sat by the ditch at the edge of the field, drinking water and admiring the emptying field. The sun had passed its zenith; soon it would turn toward setting and paint the landscape in shades of gold. Somewhere at the edge of the forest, a cuckoo called. "Soon this'll be done," Anna said, nodding toward the field. "Tomorrow at the latest." "Holy cow," Sara sighed, wiping sweat from her forehead. "I've never been this wiped out. Is it always this hard?" "This is easy" Anna said seriously, but her eyes sparkled. "Easy? Are you serious?" "Yeah. Just wait 'til we get to the hay work." Sara stared at her horrified. "Hay work? What do you do in hay work?" "Lift hay," Anna said, staring at Sara seriously, but soon burst out laughing. "But you've really learned fast," Anna continued. She had stopped grinning, and her voice had grown warmer. "That first day, you were bending all wrong. I thought that little city girl was going to break her back before the weekend." "Was it that bad?" "Yeah. But you fixed it. And you didn't complain." "What would I have complained about? You were doing the same work." "Yeah, but I've been doing this my whole life. You have no experience, and still you keep up the same pace." Sara shrugged, but she felt a warm blush rising to her cheeks. "Well, maybe I'm just in ridiculously good shape," she replied with feigned confidence. Anna glanced at her quickly, the corners of her mouth lifting. "Yeah. That's it. You're totally a bodybuilder." They both burst into helpless laughter. Sara felt light, almost carefree. Here at the edge of the field, sweaty and tired, everything felt simple. Sitting beside Anna felt right. That evening, after work, Anna suggested they go swimming. Sara gladly agreed; her body was no longer weighed down by illness, and the thought of refreshing water felt wonderful after a hot day. The evening was beautiful, the sun slowly sinking behind the forest, and the lake was perfectly still. The sky turned a blazing orange, the water dark and warm. Occasionally families with children from the village came to the shore, but that evening there was no one else at the lake. Sara and Anna arrived at the water's edge, languidly content, and left their shoes at the base of a thick-trunked birch. Only then did Sara realize they didn't have swimsuits with them. Anna undressed quickly and carelessly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She pulled her sweater over her head, removed her sweatpants and underwear in one motion, and then arranged her clothes on a rock by the shore. She stood still for a moment, then walked with confident steps toward the water's edge and the dark, still surface. Sara found it hard not to look. Sara undressed more cautiously. She turned slightly away, folded her clothes one by one into a neat pile, and then hurried into the water with her arms crossed over her body. The girl only relaxed after her first few strokes – then her naked body was already hidden beneath the surface. The water was wonderful. The blazing sun had warmed it all day, and it didn't even feel cold at the first touch. The girls swam apart from each other; Anna moved quite far out with a beautiful breaststroke technique, while Sara swam a shorter distance parallel to the shore. When her arms began to tire, Sara did a short dive and then let her feet touch the muddy bottom of the lake. She wiped water from her face, steadied her breathing, and searched for Anna with her eyes. Soon Sara noticed that Anna had returned to the shore. She stood in the shallows, water up to her mid-calves, and seemed to be looking for something. Soon Anna found a heavy but flat stone in the shallow water and assumed a focused stance as if about to throw. Anna rotated her upper body in a wide motion; she was much more flexible than she appeared outwardly. Anna's thigh muscles tightened and her large breasts swung noticeably as she finally changed direction and launched the stone into the air with perfect discus-throwing technique. The stone flew in a magnificent arc over the lake and landed on the empty field, probably over forty meters away. Sara's heart was pounding. Anna turned; the sun was behind her, and its light painted the contours of her body in gold. "Was that good?" she asked. Sara nodded. Her voice was slightly hoarse. "Wow." The corners of Anna's mouth lifted slightly. She enjoyed Sara's gaze. "You're watching." Sara didn't answer. She began walking with calm steps toward Anna, who stood in the shallow water. With each step, more of her skin was revealed as the water grew shallower, but now Sara didn't cover herself at all. Anna walked a little toward her; the girls only stopped when they were an arm's length apart. "You're a little girl," Anna began, "but you do farm work like a strong woman. That's impressive." Sara's heart skipped a beat. Anna raised her left hand and gently touched Sara's cheek. Her fingers were warm. Sara closed her eyes. Soon she felt Anna's hands on her waist, pulling her closer. Sara pressed her face against Anna's neck and filled her lungs with her scent. Their bodies pressed tightly together. Sara lifted her head and opened her eyes. Their gazes met, and then Sara rose on her toes and pressed her lips to Anna's. The kiss was gentle at first. Sara slid one hand into Anna's hair; with the other, she took hold of Anna's breast She squeezed, felt the softness of the breast in her palm, and the kiss deepened. Anna pressed Sara tighter against herself, and Sara felt as if their bodies might soon melt together. Then – all of a sudden – Anna pushed her away. Sara staggered, the air immediately turning colder and hitting her face harshly. She stared at Anna, understanding nothing. Anna's face was flushed, her breathing shallow, and there was something new in her eyes – fear? regret? "This isn't..." Anna stepped back and raised her hand to her mouth for a moment. "I... I can't." She turned and went to gather her clothes, dressed quickly at the edge of the forest, and left the lake without looking back. Sara remained standing in the water, Anna's touch still on her skin, her taste still on her lips. She didn't understand what had happened. She didn't understand why. The lake was quiet, two dragonflies danced just above the surface, but Sara stood alone.

Wow. Hopefully your recovery goes well.  I'm just a DL as well and have had the desire to go 24/7, but realize what a pain and expense that it would be.  All the Rearz diapers are awesome.  I love the Daydreamer,  Safari,  Critter Caboose, Mermaid Tales and Alpaca.  If you love the thick diapers,  you'll probably love the ABU Tiny Tails diapers as well.  I wonder what the nurses would think about them. Do the nurses wait until you've used up most of the capacity or are they changing you like you're in a hospital diaper? That would get really expensive really fast. 

I've also never used them but I like how they look. I was a Betterdry guy for a few years before the  quality changed 

"Customer's".  Oh for want of an apostrophe!  Punctuation is important people!!!  lol

https://babykins.com/ has some options.  Never tried from them.  I did have a few of the DPF, Diaper Pail Friends a long time ago when DPF was still around.  They were comfortable and worked pretty well.