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Hello, I am looking for a story about how a mother found their daughter diapered at neighbor where it was accepted. One of the main plot points was where the mother diaper punsihed her and had her take photos at Walmart. I think it was from abdlforumstories. Sorry if this isn't enough, if someone has it in text form thank you -
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Haha, sorry. I can't make any promises, but I'll try to make this my project for the summer. I also can't promise how far I'll get even when it's my project. -
I hope that we don't have to wait another year for the next part(s) 😉 -
I keep hidden as i was lucky with my small size i can hide in bushes and get by with out being caught as i try to keep out of site as i started to regret going to the zoo and should of gone to the mall or something. I wait to make sure i can get to the sea life exibit side of the zoo as i watch my surroundings when i get spotted and i took off running as i wasn't paying attention and stumble down to the ground scraping my knees and hands a bit as i scream out as it hurts. -
Chapter 7 “You won’t need it,” Hanako said, tugging down the back of her skirt while looking back at me. “If you soil yourself, you have to get cleaned up by Itou-sensei.” She was the school nurse. “I don’t remember it saying anything about that in the permission form,” I interjected. “This isn’t a Hanako Duty rule, it’s a general school rule,” she explained. “There was actually a Hanako Duty exception to it at first, but some of my third grade classmates did a bad job cleaning themselves, so they took the exception away.” “Then why do they even give us the second diaper?” “Some students make it through the day without pooping. If you only wet yourself you can use it. You might not even have to, but people felt more comfortable already having it instead of having to ask for another when they needed it.” I realized that I didn’t have time to discuss this. After lunch was a half-length chore period where all the students would do their assigned chores. The group from each class with Lunch Duty would be out soon to take the trolley of used dishes back to the kitchen to wash them, and students from every class would follow to go to their assigned hallways to sweep, or washrooms to clean. Since my only responsibility was chaperoning Hanako, the best thing I could do for them was stay out of their way, and the best thing I could do for myself was not let them see (or smell) me wearing a dirty diaper. As much as I didn’t want an adult changing me, students weren’t responsible for cleaning the nurse’s office, so it was a safe place to go. I started walking—well, more like waddling—toward the stairs, and Hanako followed, still walking but keeping her hands folded behind her back instead of swinging them. “I’m sorry you had to do that,” Hanako said as we started descending. I admit I wasn’t the best version of myself at that moment, but for some reason that set me off. “If you’re sorry, then what are you going to do differently?” “What?” “What are you sorry you did? Did you commit suicide so you could come back as a ghost and make primary schoolers wear diapers?” “I don’t remember being alive, so—no! No, there’s no way I could have done that!” We reached the bottom of the stairs and turned toward the nurse’s office as the bell rang for the end of lunch and the start of the chore period. Since the classrooms were all on higher floors and the ground floor only had things like offices and change rooms, we were probably safe from any students catching up to us before I got changed. “Then what decision do you regret making that caused me to poop my diaper?” She was flustered. “I— I mean— I wanted to go to class, but—” “And are you going to stop?” “Stop… going to class?” She started sounding sad. “It’s so boring in there on evenings and weekends and breaks. If I didn’t get to come out for class—if I never do anything then I might as well have stayed dead!” “Then it sounds like you’re not sorry.” “Do you want me to stop?” “Do I wish you had stayed dead so I wouldn’t have to poop my pants? Do you think I’m that petty? Do you think I’m that cruel?” “Then what do you want?” Now she was frustrated. What did I want? I wanted to not have a lump of poop pressing against my bum! But I was on the way to deal with that. I wanted her to talk to me instead of Hikari! That wasn’t anything to do with this conversation. I wanted her to feel what I felt right now, to suffer the cost of attending class instead of me! Maybe I was petty and cruel. “I want you to be honest. Don’t say you’re sorry if you’re not going to change anything, because that means you’re not sorry. You might feel bad, but you’re not sorry.” We arrived at the nurse’s office, where the door was open, and I took a deep breath and said, “excuse us,” as we entered. The office had two twin-sized beds each surrounded by a retractable privacy curtain hanging from the ceiling, a sink with cupboards, and a desk, where Itou-sensei sat wearing a doctor’s coat over her blouse and skirt. “Ah, Hanako-chan. And you’re… Suzu… hara-kun?” she replied. I had only been to the nurse’s office twice in my school career: once in second grade when I threw up, and once in fourth grade when I skinned my knee, so I was surprised she’d remember me so quickly. “If you’re here, I assume you’ve accomplished big things?” she asked. “Big and small,” I replied, catching her drift. “Get behind the curtain and undress,” she said. “There’s no way I could change myself instead of having you do it, is there?” “If you wore diapers all the time, I’d give you the chance to convince me you were good enough at cleaning yourself,” she said over her shoulder as she stood up and headed to the sink. “Since it’s going to be at most seven times all year, it’s better if an expert does it so we don’t get any complaints from your classmates or parents.” I slumped my shoulders. Hanako and I went to the bed nearer to the sink and I kicked off my shoes, then pulled down my trousers as Itou-sensei opened a cupboard under the counter and took out a plastic changing mat, brought it over to the bed I had chosen, and spread it out. “Lie down on here, please,” she said and returned to the sink. “Of course if someone your age did wear diapers all the time, we’d probably ask them to escort Hanako-chan around every day, since it wouldn’t be any extra trouble,” she added. As she started putting on a pair of latex gloves, I peeked into the cupboard she had opened and saw it contained a few tubs of wet wipes and an opened package of “Super Big”-size tape closure paper diapers. I draped my trousers over the rail at the foot of the bed, then tried to figure out how to lie down without sitting on the mass of poop in the seat of my diaper. Eventually I laid on my stomach, then barrel-rolled onto my back. I pulled my shirt up as Itou-sensei returned wearing the gloves and carrying one of the tubs of wipes and a diaper. “Other side of the curtain please, Hanako-chan,” she said. “Okay,” Hanako replied and stepped around the curtain rather than phasing directly through it, which apparently was unusual enough that Itou-sensei gave it a second look, before drawing the curtain all the way to the foot of the bed. Since Hanako said nobody had ever asked, Itou-sensei probably didn’t know that today was the first time Hanako wouldn’t see through the curtain. It seemed like Hanako was now further from me than she had been able to be in the classroom or hallway; I wondered whether her rules considered the nurse’s office a washroom because it’s a place where diaper changes take place, or if instructions from an authority figure can bend her rules a little. Itou-sensei sat on the edge of the bed, put the tub of wipes next to me, then unfolded and flattened out the clean diaper and set it off to the side. “May I open you up?” she asked, putting her hands on one of the elastic sides of the diaper I was wearing, then pausing. “Okay,” I said, and she tore open the elastic, then moved her hands to the other side, tore that elastic as well, and pulled the front of the diaper open. “Oh good, you managed to avoid mushing it into yourself too bad. This shouldn’t take long. Lift up a bit, please.” I put my feet on the bed far to the sides to make sure they weren’t close to the mess in my diaper and lifted my bum up and she pulled the diaper a few centimeters away from me so there was room to work without the poop being in the way. “Lower, please,” she said, and I rested myself on the back of the diaper, but kept my feet in place until she put her gloved hand on the bottom of my thighs and pushed them back, then popped open the lid of the tub of wipes, pulled one out, and set to work wiping the poop off me. I didn’t feel much like talking and Itou-sensei didn’t press the issue, and that meant there was a silence that was soon filled by Hanako asking, “Which color of paper would you like—red or blue?” “They stopped making colored toilet paper because the dyes were carcinogenic,” Itou-sensei replied. Hanako didn’t respond. “I don’t think that’s the answer she was looking for,” I said. “Yeah, but you say red, you say blue, you say white, she doesn’t like it. Has to be something else. If you died of bum cancer from toxic toilet paper, you’d haunt a washroom, wouldn’t you?” “Or the company that made it,” I offered. “Hey, did you notice Hanako pooped her pants when you pooped your diaper?” she asked. “Sensei!” Hanako cried, mortified. “Oh, you’re back! I thought I had longer.” Then to me, “Maybe Hanako’s the one who should be wearing diapers.” “You shouldn’t bully a student like that,” Hanako said, incensed. “I’m not saying anything I wouldn’t tell your parents if you were alive,” Itou-sensei reasoned. “Plus, it’s consistent with my bum cancer theory.” While I appreciated the out-of-the-box thinking, her idea didn’t seem to fit with Hanako’s answer to her own question, or with the wail of sorrow. I wasn’t sure whether Itou-sensei knew about those. “Does that mean you have to clean her up when you’re done with me?” I asked. “It seems like cleaning you cleans her for free. I’m not sure what I’d do if it didn’t,” she replied. “Lift up,” she directed me, apparently finished wiping. The obvious feeling of anything slimy was replaced by the cool moisture left behind by the wipes. I put my feet out to the side and lifted my hips up, and she slid the dirty diaper out of the way and the clean one into position under me. “Lower,” she said again, and I put my bum on the back panel of the clean diaper. “I bet you didn’t think you’d be changing fifth-graders’ diapers when you took this job,” I said with a chuckle. “Well after third graders two years ago and fourth graders last year, I could see which way things were going,” she replied as she rolled up my dirty diaper and used the vertical tape at the rear to secure it closed. “Plus, the way I see it, there’s a girl with a medical condition that stops her from going to school.” She turned back to me and pulled the front panel of the diaper through my legs and over my crotch. “Now, there’s a way that she can go to class and have fun with her friends, but it means I have to wipe a bum every day or two,” she continued as she unstuck the left side tape from its backing and fastened it to the tape panel. “If I think that’s a bad trade, primary school nurse was the wrong job for me.” She repeated the process on the right side. “At that point, it doesn’t matter whether the bum belongs to the girl or someone else. All done,” she said, pressing the tapes firmly against the panel to ensure they were well stuck. She took the used diaper back to the sink and opened another cupboard which had a garbage pail in it, which she threw the diaper into. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and looked down at myself. The diaper was white other than the colorful tape panel, but at least it had a geometric pattern, rather than something obviously childish like animals, toys, or anime characters. I took my trousers back from the foot of the bed and pulled them over my diaper, then slipped my shoes back on. “Excuse me, Itou-sensei?” Hanako said. Itou-sensei had taken her gloves off and thrown them in the garbage pail with the diaper, and was in the middle of washing her hands. She looked toward Hanako, who bowed deeply. “Thank you for always taking such good care of the students I haunt.” “You’re quite welcome, and thank you for letting me be a part of such an interesting student’s education,” Itou-sensei said, returning the bow. At a loss for a flowery way of saying it, I added, “Thank you for changing my diaper, Sensei,” with a bow of my own. “You’re welcome,” she said. “I suppose now that they’re assigning Hanako Duty by random draw, there’s no way to know the next time I’ll see you—It could be tomorrow, or two months from now. But I’ll be here whenever you need me.”
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