PaddedWarriorPrince

Upper body shot of a woman running “Running for the bathroom line?” Pan out to show she is obviously diapered under her athletic shorts, she passes two other runners “Not you, you're running for the finish line.” Woman shadowboxing in just a sports bra and wet diaper “And if they think a little thing like pregnancy bladder is going to slow you down, well, they obviously don't know who they are dealing with.” A group of women playing basketball, half of them are obviously diapered, some under athletic shorts, some not bothering “Huggies understands, that's why we are introducing Huggies Movers, the first Athletic Mom Diaper.” A diapered woman on a starting block, bounds into action, captioning identifies her as gold metal sprinter Kaylee Horn “So whether you're going for gold,” A woman doing yoga in a living room in a bra and diaper “Or just looking to lose some of that baby belly, Huggies Movers have got you covered.”

I understand princesses were mostly pretty things to be bargained for power and marriages, but I am in no way trying to be realistic with that one. It is meant to be a cartoon, a Disney one at that, where princesses can be awesome warriors. As to the disposables, yah you're probably right, but that would be a pain in laundry that would make people invent potty training, and we can't have that.

Some random thoughts on some stuff that might pop up in media in a world were everyone is in diapers. Dragon Knights (A late 80s fantasy cartoon, think The Black Cauldron and Gummi Bears for animation style. Power Rangers/ Sailor Moon style transforming heroes who save the kingdom from the Monster of the Week.) Princess Celdria smiles as she gets out of her classic four poster bed. She is wearing a pale pink nightgown that reaches just past her hips. She stretches, first up, revealing her wet overnight diaper, (a modern disposable with fantasy designs, anachronistic but Pampers and Disney have had a partnership for decades. The show would go on to be popular enough that the major characters personal designs would be put on the market with the release of Season 2) then to the side, then bending with a few soft grunts. Her diaper expanding past her nightgown. “Pee You, Princess Poopy Pants!” a voice sounds out from her window. Pan to the Scout Master's son, Helvin standing just outside, smirking and leaning on her windowsill. Celdria rolls her eyes, sniffs, and walks over, before pushing him over into a hay bale. His tunic flies up, revealing His own messy diaper. “I just woke up, what's your excuse?” before stalking off “Hey, wait up Princess!” He bounds through the window. “I thought we could hang out today, you'll be so busy this week with your 19th birthday celebrations you'll hardly be able to see my handsome mug!” “It's a good thing my first stop was the royal changing rooms, then.” She mutters under her breath, before opening the door. Outside is her bodyguard, guardswoman Pelia, dressed casually in light leather armor, and a studded leather diaper cover, based on the sag it was just slightly damp, poised to knock, “Oh, Your Highness, I was wondering if you would like to take a picnic near the forest ruins, I rather enjoyed our one last month, and you will be so busy over the next few days… Oh, hello Ruffian.” — Pamper Peekage Plagues Peldrani (Late Night with Megan Clark, after hit fantasy show ‘Wings of Pazori’ has their ‘Starbucks Moment’, a waistband peek of a modern diaper from one of the stars) MC: “Christina Peldrani, one of the stars of hit show ‘Wings of Pazori’ joins us after a peek of her Pampers on the show caused a massive stir in the fan base, Christina, glad to have you on the show.” CP: “Mortified to be here Megan, lol.” MC: “So, is Duchess Morvia secretly a time and dimension traveler, getting her diapers from our time and going back to save Covenios?” CP: “Ugh, no. So we had just got done filming this incredible fight scene, took maybe 12 takes, and I was wearing the standard cloth ‘battle diaper’ costume as were a lot of other characters and extras, went through 3 of those over the takes myself, I think. I knew this meeting scene would only take 2 or 3 takes, and didn't want to give the costume team more laundry, and Pampers have much better odor protection than the cloth costume diapers, so I put on my Pampers. Well I was right, 3 takes, but on my second take my scabbard hit my chair when I did that whole big speech thing. They were nice, wicker chairs and we didn't notice it had knocked out one of the wicker loops or whatever they are, and when I sat down after the speech in the third take that loop caught on my top, just enough for that waistband peek. That scene had no CGI, so the editors only briefly went over it, and happened to miss it. I can tell you it will not be happening again.” MC: “Editors working night and day to make sure no more modern things get through?” CP: “And we are now under contract to be wearing a cloth costume diaper any day we are filming, laundry charged to the studio of course.” She says, pulling her dress up a bit, showing off her costume diaper. — Late Night with Megan Clark logo flashes across the screen, before scenes from a new Horror Movie start playing on screen. A changing table shot, laying down from the back a young woman, 19 or early 20s, is getting her soaked diaper changed by a young man about the same age on a picnic table. “Tim, is this really safe? That creep could still be out there, we shouldn't have gone so far from the others.” She says, squirming. “Oh yes, the Masked Machete Man. Calm down, babe. We are perfectly safe, it was probably just a scarecrow.” He holds up her absolute sodden diaper he had just removed, “Certainly scared the heck out of… Guh…” he was cut off by the machete now sticking out of his chest, woman screams and scrambles off the table as he topples onto it, running away on a shot of her bare butt. Same woman stands, a large stick held as a club in front of her, confronting Slasher. Slasher slices through club with no effort, but also the rope they didn't notice apparently attached to it. Woman smirks, falls on her still bare ass as a puddle spreads around her, a large log swinging over her head to smash into the Slashers chest, knocking them back into a tree. Cut to Studio with Megan and Actress, Mina Farmer, star of Blades Bare MC: So, Mina, that last scene brings the question, did you really go diaperless for most of the filming of Blades Bare, or was there some CG or costumeing trick, keeping you safely padded?” MF: laughs, “I totally went diaperless, I was a bit worried at first, but Mark (Director Mark Calvin) brought up that you wouldn't see any more than you would from a public change, like you see on a beach or in a park every day. After I got over that it was super easy, though by dog rules I think I own the park we filmed in lol! I think the hardest thing was when my character was supposed to be scared and pee. In a diaper, there are a few devices that can simulate going if you don't happen to have to at the time, either a controlled liquid dye pack, or that expanding device, but for that last shot they just had me chug two bottles of water and hope, lol.” — Tv Tropes: Changer Danger When a character leaves their group for a private change, running into the villain in the process. In a comedic work the villain may also be in search of a private change, and they both change before awkwardly leaving, avoiding eye contact. Most more serious works have the villain use this opportunity to injure or kidnap the unfortunate character in need of a change. … Western Animation … Scooby-Doo: Daphne: Oh gods Daphne. Girl, you want in Fred's Pamps, let the man change you! You can tell you are about at the middle of a classic episode when her diaper yellows and/ or expands, you have maybe 2 minutes before she is captured splitting off for a private change. They've all known each other for years, how is she still Change Shy? Shaggy: With the amount, and quality, that man eats, he should need a change at least once an episode, and the stench of his dirty diapers should bring the villains right to his hiding place, but this only happened twice, Twice, in the original series, with the amount of times being able to be counted on your hands in each other series. Velma: with how shy Velma is in everything else, you would think her Change Shyness would rival Daphne's, but Velma has no problem changing around the team or asking side characters to change her. She has only been captured five times during a change across the franchise! Most times by foolishly falling for the civilian identity of the villain.

*jazzy, sexy music* A woman, face peeking out from behind a sheer curtain gives a sultry smirk. Through the curtain you can tell she is only wearing a red bra and bottoms that are much thicker than normal panties “We all know how you got here,” The woman laughs and pushes the curtain away, revealing her thickly padded waist, and strikes a sexy pose “And you're not going to let a little thing like post pregnancy bladder stop you from looking as sexy as always,” Woman does a slow half turn and winks to the camera “Because you never know when you might want to entice him into having another,” Woman puts a finger to her lips thoughtfully “Or maybe just have fun trying,” Woman grins, and gives the camera a ‘come hither’ gesture “And we know you don't need a padded bra,” Woman looks down and back up at the camera, confused “But what about Pad and Bras, come into any Victoria's Secret store to get fitted for your new maternity bras and get a pack to try, on us.” Woman spins, splitting into 5 screens, each with matching bra and diapers, red, black, pink, dark green, dark blue “And with five sexy colors, we know you'll find one you like. Victoria's Other Secret.”

Have to end there. If I am too late I am too late, sorry folks.

Back to Basics Tara looked at herself in the mirror and blushed. She obviously hadn't known she was a lesbian her first time through kindergarten, but despite being the most stereotypical colors, it still looked like something she would have worn back then. Poofy blouse in red plaid, denim ruffle skirt, she even had red plaid hair bows in her pigtails and rainbow light up sneakers. Movement in the corner of the mirror caught her eyes, "Rocking the look, kiddo," her mom said as she stepped into the room, "all you'd need to make it authentic is a pullup." Her shocked exclamation of "Mother!" Caused the older woman to grin sheepishly, "sorry honey, forgot that whole… situation." The situation is question being the forceful return of her old bedwetting problem last year as the stresses of being a Senior got to her, but that was not the cause of her outburst. Her mother was one hundred percent correct, and she had been unable to stop herself from grabbing one of the butterfly covered nighttime garments when they had stared at her when she went into the closet for the purple, unicorn covered backpack she had chosen to use this year. She had been an energetic, social, and most of all playful five year old, so even though she had been daytime trained, her nighttime training stalling until she was twelve, her mother had made the wise choice to keep her in pullups until just before first grade. It wasn't a daily thing, naptime didn't count, but two to three days a week was average, and since they were pullups she could change them herself like a big girl without anyone knowing. Looking back she knew she wasn't the only one, roughly a third of her class had taken their backpack into the bathroom with them from time to time. Now you might be wondering why a nineteen year old woman a few months past her last day of school was dressing up like it was her very first, and for that we have to go back a few years. Five years ago the district had finished its new, modern kindergarten, leaving the old one that had been in use for decades empty with no prospective buyers, when a group of stressed former seniors taking a gap year hit on an idea. Pooling their money, they rented the building from the district to do a second kindergarten, citing a review of basics they might not have touched on in over a decade, seeing how far they had come, as well as give them a year to relax in a way that wasn't the expensive foreign trips that were so popular with their fellows. Surprisingly, or maybe not so much since they were making money on a building they had no current use for, the district ate it up, and had offered it every year since, with thirty students taking them up on it this year. As an added bonus this year, three of the alumni of the first year were returning to act as their teachers, offering a reduced price to the previous years that had hired retired teachers or older siblings to do the same. "Gods kiddo, this brings back some memories," her mom said with tears in her eyes. Tara's mother had been single when she had started kindergarten, losing her father to another woman, but that had turned out alright in the end as she had found a woman of her own in Tara's kindergarten teacher, or re-found as the case was, they had known each other when they were younger, and had dated, before breaking it off and losing contact for ten years for what they both agreed were stupid reason, or what her mother now referred to as 'the biggest damn mistake of my life, with only one good consequence' when the grief hit her too hard. Losing her to breast cancer three years ago had been devastating, and was one of the reasons Tara had been planning on signing up for this since she was seventeen, and also why she wore a pink ribbon pin on each of her hair bows. "Your Mami would have loved to see you like this again." Tara had no words, tears welling up in her own eyes as she pulled her mom into a hug until they both calmed a little. Forcing a smile onto her face as she pulled away Tara's mom asked, "speaking of paramour's, is Susan going too?" Tara's blush was answer enough, but her stuttered "we're not technically dating yet," sealed the deal. Tara and Susan had met the first day of kindergarten and quickly became inseparable best friends, and Tara had harbored a secret crush on her for years, but was always worried about losing what they already had. She had finally decided to admit she wanted to try being more than best friends at the start of senior year, but the academic rigors of both studious girls had left them little time to explore each other, and the little time they did get they felt that very little had changed. Their parents had assured them that was normal, they had practically been dating for years so of course it would feel the same. The fact that three times in the last month they had ended a hangout breathless on one of their beds wearing what it would be generous to call an outfit between them, well, Tara was hoping this would be the week they would acknowledge each other as Girlfriends. Tara's mom just smirked, "you got fake married in sixth grade, I already consider that girl my daughter in law." Tara's blush deepened. It had been for a school play, it had also been when she first figured out her crush and she may have spent the entire ride home telling her mothers how beautiful Susan had looked. "Alright kiddo, enough chatter and reminiscing, let's get you off to your first day of kindergarten," the last word punctuated by a butt swat that left her mother frozen for a second. "You were right, it's more authentic," she smirked through her, by this point glowing, blush and her mother could only laugh. —- Susan looked stunning, Tara thought as she opened the passenger side door and the other girl ran over. She had gone for a mix of adult and childish, with black leggings, a blue skirt, a Dora shirt, and one pink and one blue sneaker, though the shirt was a crop top, or maybe an actual kids shirt the tiny girl had squeezed into, the skirt was as short as socially acceptable, and the leggings were practically painted on, highlighting her amazing ass. Her backpack was Dora as well, and it wasn't just to appear childish. Susan had become a genuine fan of the young adventurer as another way to connect with Tara after Mami had begun teaching her her native language. The school had eventually deemed it unfair for the two to take Spanish and they were put into French classes that they still breezed through due to the shared Latin root, which they had then decided to learn as well. Susan had suggested they go for something not Latin based next, and they had hit on the idea of using the second kindergarten to begin to learn German, even talking to the teachers and having their activity sheets translated, they would have to break the immersion a bit and check each others work though, as none of the teachers wrote or spoke german. Tara's mother leaned over the passenger seat as the two embraced and said "now despite how cute you both look, you're not kids anymore so I'm not setting a curfew, but remember tomorrow is a school day so don't stay out too late." Susan's Friday and Saturday night shifts as a hostess and bartender at a local restaurant and Tara's similar hours at the cinema meant that Mondays were the nights they went out and did something together, having reservations at 5 at Susan's work followed by a movie at 7 as both of their coworkers wanted to see how cute they looked today. School didn't start until 9, so as long as they were both home and in bed by midnight they figured they could get up at six with minimal fuss. According to their schedules the three teachers were Mr. and Mrs. Harris, and Miss Smith. A husband and wife and the wife's twin sister. Today was a big 'meet' and greet, sure they had almost all known each other for over a decade but it was all part of the experience. Their rousing round of Name, favorite color, favorite animal ran a bit long when Jessie, who was planning on being a zookeeper, couldn't decide on her favorite animal, and kept giving facts about all her choices. She hadn't known she was a little girl the first time around, had been incredibly excited about her new name, and was making up for lost time with enthusiasm. The two of them speaking in German had slowed things down as well as the others questioned them on it, but when they explained three others expressed interest in joining in. Next it was a game of flag tag that had to be called for time when only the former captains of the girls soccer team and boys tennis team had remained, dancing around each other for almost five minutes after getting everyone else out. This came as a surprise to no one as they had been doing that since tenth grade. Back inside for lunch, a few PB&J's she shared with Susan, followed by storytime. It was in storytime that things got rather interesting rather quickly. Tara was rather fond of skirts, and one of the ways she had been trying to introduce more sexiness into their relationship was occasional panty flashes when she felt she could get away with it. In fact the panties she had put on this morning had been specifically chosen to flash Susan, panties she had unthinkingly replaced with pullups, pullups she had forgotten she was wearing as she had become used to the feeling after wearing them nightly for most of a year. So when she smirked at Susan, who was sitting sideways next to her so they could share the translated book, and spread her legs, the other girl's growing grin morphed quickly to a look of shock. Oh, right, shit. Susan shifted closer to her, pretending to get a better look at the spelling of a word and hissed "are you wearing a pullup?!" Tara's hands were sweaty and and shaking, her cheeks heating up in a blush, but she took stock of the facts. Susan looked shocked, but she wasn't yelling, she didn't look angry or afraid, looks she had thankfully rarely seen from the shorter girl, and almost never aimed at her, in fact she almost looked curious. Thinking over the schedule she hit on a way for them to talk privately, "cuddle with me at naptime? I can explain then." She whispered. "Already planning on it." Was the last thing said during Story time. Laying down on mats next to each other Susan quickly scooched them together, had they been paying attention they would have noticed three other couples following their example, as it was Susan lay her head on Tara's breasts and whispered "are you comfortable telling me?" She was giving her an out, and Tara loved her even more for it, but if they just dozed off their was a non-zero chance she would actually end up using the garment unknowingly, she was starting to feel the urge after the juice boxes with lunch, and that would be even harder to explain. "No, you should know. You know how I have been avoiding having sleepovers?" "Yah, I missed them. Alot. I love waking up like this, but I figured you were worried that it would make us both feel like we should have sex, and you didn't want to rush into that. To clarify I do want sex, but I don't want to rush you if you don't yet, though do prepare for some seduction." "No, I totally want sex too, but last year got so stressful and, well, remember how I wet the bed until we were twelve?" Susan caught on immediately, "Oh babe, I'm so sorry. I want you to know though, I am just as fine with you needing, is the right word protection now? Anyway, I am just as accepting of your sleepover needs as I was then. I want girlfriend cuddles and I don't care if you wake up wet from them, though I would prefer to get you wet in other ways." Tara's brain had frozen halfway through, "I'm your girlfriend?" "Babe, we've been dating for months, finally. Most of our class thinks we're the longest term couple of our grade. How did you not know?" "It's just, we haven't really said it." "Yah, we have lived in the same town for nineteen years, not very many new people to introduce you to like 'and this is my girlfriend, Tara' and sitcoms have just ruined 'hey girlfriend' for me." "Hey girlfriend." "OK, it's actually super fucking cute when you say it and I'm sorry I didn't make it clearer earlier ya doof. Now kiss me and let's actually get some relaxation time in. You're wearing protection for naptime in case you do doze off and forgot in your haste to flash me, which you do regularly, despite not realizing we were dating. I get it." Tara happily complied before saying "I actually still just call them pullups, even though that's not the brand, and no, that's not why I'm wearing them, though now you mention it I really should have thought of that." Susan's head had perked back up, "I, umm, I saw them in my closet this morning while getting dressed, and I remembered that I did wear pullups to kindergarten. Little me had a bit of a play or potty priority problem." "Little you was fucking awesome and I will hear nothing bad about her. And I can totally see it, I seem to remember you would sometimes wet yourself when you got too into what we were doing until we were, like, nine." "The last time I purposely wet myself to keep doing something with you we were thirteen." "Thirteen?! How did I not notice!" "I pulled my skirt back and was wearing black leggings. We were sitting on the ground so I just let go in the grass." "You have a very vivid memory of this occasion." "Remember when I had you practice all the couples scenes for the grade seven play at the playground with me over and over?" "The play I didn't even get to be in because I got the flu that week?" "Remember the kiss at the end?" "The kiss I didn't get because I was sick with the damn flu?" Tara suppressed a snort in her girlfriends hair. "You got a lot during that practice session, I wet myself so we could have more. And your backup was terrible at your lines, and a boy yuck, and only got a small peck on the side of the mouth. Besides, mom reminded me we got married the year before. She already considers you her daughter in law." "Yah, but that play ended before the 'you may now kiss the bride' and the others were the last ones I got until this past year." Susan was quiet for a bit, "If it makes you feel better, you might remember I wore diapers until after new years during kindergarten, then switched to pullups until April. Well, after the first day, I was in panties for that." "I vaguely remember that, but if you were in panties before kindergarten why did you switch back to diapers?" Susan blushed, "I was having so much fun with you. I had to go before pickup but you wanted to play outside for a bit, and then we waited for our moms tuckered out under that big tree and I just stopped holding it. Your mom came first so you didn't see it, but the back of my overalls were wrecked." "Can't blame you, don't think I made it to the potty once that first week. Your mom got mad?" "Pretty mad, yah. I very rarely had accidents and I flat admitted I did it to keep playing with you. Kayla was still in diapers, so she put me in one as punishment. Probably expected me to beg her to take it off next time I had to use the bathroom, but I figured if mommy was putting me in diapers she wanted me to use them, so I did until she told me she wouldn't be buying any more because Kayla was progressing in her potty training, and I would have to get back to it too once they were all gone." "That's hilarious. I can totally see your mom getting so flustered when you didn't realize it was a punishment, but unwilling to go back on it until it had gone on too long." "Yah, your Mami would wake me up a little early from nap time for a change and that would usually last me until I got home unless I pooped later, but I really didn't try to be secretive about it at all." "You pooped your diaper too?" "I just told you I used them until she told me I couldn't. And are you saying you didn't poop your pullup on occasion? You just said you didn't make it to the potty once that first week." "OK, Yah, but no more than twice a month after that. Maybe we should get you some diapers so you can be more authentic." Tara admitted before tickling her girlfriends sides lightly. Susan squirmed a little before returning fire and saying, "you want authentic, I dare you to wet yours." With all the tickling, giggling, and whispering they were doing a teacher would have probably stepped in long before in actual kindergarten, in fact Tara remembered her Mami doing so a few times when they did that back then, but they weren't actual children. Mr and Mrs Harris had all but admitted they were going off to have sex in the teachers lounge, and Miss Smith had said she needed a smoke and some quote 'real ass food', so as long as they were discreet the various couples in the room could get up to what they wanted. Tara considered the proposal for a minute, before whispering, "you really want authentic?" Susan hmm'd an affirmative into her chest. Why did going through with this sound so hot. "Ok, I'm going to wet myself, once I do neither of us are going to make it to the toilet for a week. We will stop by that medical supply store on Maple on our way out today and get you diapers, and I am going to need a lot more pullups, probably grab some diapers for nighttime as well, because that's what I wore back then. I'm pretty sure my work uniform can hide a pullup, and I'm sitting ninety percent of the time anyway, and yours is a dress and apron so your diaper should be pretty well hidden. Does that sound ok?" Susan gave some thought to it for a minute, "I don't know why, but this is the hottest fucking thing I have ever imagined. I don't think there is any way I can hide that I am wearing diapers from my family for a week though, especially if I am using them. That and I will have to pee at least once before we leave." "Stay with me for the week. We can say we are celebrating making our relationship official, your mom doesn't want your little sisters walking in on us when we get too handsy making out, she for sure won't want that to happen when we have sex, and I sorta want to make like bunnies this week now that I know we can. My mom already found out I wore today for authenticity, we can tell her we are doing that together if she finds you out, and she has already told me if I ever need some privacy with you to put a sock on my doorknob. I have a diaper genie in my closet for my pullups, it should hold both of our diapers just fine. As for having to pee," Tara smirked, "I believe I was just talking about the virtues of black leggings. We can go color outside under the old tree, you did want to be authentic. Susan let out an aroused little squeal, "OK, apparently this is something I am really into. You're sure you want to do this? Because if we do, I'm probably going to want to do it again some time." "Yah, seems like I'm into it too so this is definitely not going to be a one time thing. Ok," Tara sighed slightly and Susan wondered why until she continued, "OK, I'm peeing." Now that she knew, Susan could hear the slight hissing for about a minute. "I'm pretty sure it held it all, don't know how fast I pee when I'm asleep so I was worried for a second. Can you feel my ass quick?" "I will feel your ass any time you want." "To check for leaks, not just to grope me." "I can multitask. Oh wow that is so warm. And squishy. Eeee, fuck that may be my new favorite feeling. Ok, not feeling any wetness under you or on your thighs, think you're safe." The two young women spent the rest of naptime getting their breathing back under control, as it was almost at the level it had been during their last makeout when they had ended with one tank top sans bra, and two bikini bottoms between them. After being 'woken up' by a decidedly disheveled Mrs. Harris Tara took the opportunity to change her pullup in the bathroom, before they went out to color beneath the old oak tree by the parking lot. After about fifteen minutes of peacefully coloring and chatting Susan crossed her legs, made sure her skirt was flared out behind her, and moved her coloring book to her knee, before continuing where they left off quizzing each other on verbs, but deciding to be cheeky with it. "Peeing" "What you're doing right now." "Yah, but what's it in German? "Ich pinkle." "No, that's if you're peeing." Tara leaned in closer and whispered "Ich. Pinkle." She kissed Susan's neck, "Und Du pinkelst." Her chin, "Wir pinkeln." Nipped at her earlobe, drawing out a low moan from the shorter girl. "I'm going to need you to stop, or immediately finger me against this tree." Tara leaned back and smirked at her, "Stop peeing? But I'm not done yet." "Fuck me." "I think that's Fick mich, but I'm not sure. Most of our research materials are for…" Thoroughly through with her girlfriends shenanigans Susan roughly pulled her onto her own lap and into a searing kiss, pressing the girls sodden pullup against her own soaked crotch hard enough she leaked a little, though they were a bit busy to notice. They made out for another five minutes before pulling themselves away breathless and red faced and stared into each others eyes, both wide with arousal. After getting their breathing under control a bit, mixed with a few more pecks, Tara reached down to Susan's crotch and rubbed it quickly, drawing out a whimper, "uh oh. Looks like someone had an accident in her pants. Maybe we should get you some diapers, you clearly aren't potty trained." "Am so," Susan shot back, "it's just so fun playing with you I didn't want to go in to the potty. I did it on purpose, so it wasn't an accident, so I'm still totally potty trained." She couldn't stop herself from breaking into giggles at the end and pulling Tara in for another kiss. "Besides," she returned the crotch grab, "you piddled your pullup, so you're one to talk about potty training." "I'm just mature enough to know I will have trouble stopping playing for the stupid potty and came prepared." Tara laughed as well, "Gods this week is going to be fun." "Yah it will, babe." Susan nudged Tara off her lap and swatted her ass. "Come on potty pants, let's go do goodbyes and get me appropriately attired, I'll need to swing by my place to change into a longer skirt too, the shorter one was just so you could stare at my ass anyway. Did you bring a second change?" "No, and you chose this outfit specifically to get laid tonight, didn't you." "Oh hell yes, I was prepared to get increasingly sexy over the entire week until you could no longer resist jumping me. I did warn you to prepare for seduction." Tara sputtered, "What! You know how shy and oblivious I am, what if I just forced myself to look and not touch?" "Honestly if you made it until Friday night I would have accepted you weren't ready for sex yet, masturbated furiously to my many, many sexy pictures of you, and told you we could wait as long as you needed, but you would need to accept that, after particularly hot makeout sessions like last week, I would need to get myself off afterwards. And honestly, apparently I don't know how oblivious you are because when I planned this I thought you knew we had been dating for months. So, to be perfectly clear on what we know today, you are my romantic girlfriend who I very much want to have sex with as soon as, and as much as, possible, I find you pissing yourself in panties, a pullup, or a diaper to be unbelievably hot, honestly thinking on it I would be straight out disappointed if you pulled your pants down or panties to the side to pee if you were desperate, don't know how it's different, feel free to use the toilet whenever you want I just don't want to be watching, I really enjoy pissing my own pants, etcetera as well, especially with you watching, and from what I can tell from imagining it I should feel the same way as all of the above about pooping ourselves. Am I perfectly clear?" Tara nodded, and Susan pulled her into another kiss, "Good, now we will swing by your place so you can change, then mine so I can do the same, then on to Maple Street Medical, it"s about two now, so we should be fine to get there by three, even if we are shopping for an hour we will be able to make our reservations. Now, real quick before we go inside," Susan did a slow little twirl, "can you tell I pissed my pants at all?" Tara looked very carefully and, after confirming there were no visible clues and someone would need to physically feel her pants to tell they were wet, they made their goodbyes and headed out to Susan's car, an old, but well taken care of station wagon. "Do you think you will need to pee again before we get to your place?" Susan asked, grabbing a towel left over from their beach trip a few weeks ago for herself to sit on from the cargo area and holding up a second. "Probably not, but give it to me just in case." Tara agreed, catching the tossed item and laying it under her. —- "Mom, I'm home!" Tara called out, slidding her shoes off and shutting the door behind them. "Hey kiddo, how was your first day of school? Oh, hi Susan, same to you." Her mother said, as she walked in from the kitchen. "It was super fun, we played games and colored and napped aaaand, Susan is officially my girlfriend can she stay the week to celebrate please?" Tara's mom chuckled, "of course she can, though if she's staying the week you may want to let her know…" "Oh, I already told her about my bedwetting. During naptime." "Naptime, should have thought of that. If you wet then you should probably wear every day you go to class, at least you'll get the more accurate experience." "I did wet, but," Tara took a deep breath and steeled herself for disapproval, "it was for the other reason I used to." "It was my fault, I dared her to." Susan interjected. "And I went along with it because it would be just like old times. I wanted to." Tara overruled, before looking back at her mom. "I want the whole kindergarten experience. I tried it, and had so much fun, and please don't be mad." "Oh kiddo, I'm not mad, just surprised. I honestly shouldn't be, the whole point is to recreate the kindergarten experience, no reason you shouldn't take that as far as you can." She pulled her daughter into a hug, "If it makes you happy, I don't mind. You wearing pullups to school is a good idea anyway even just for naptime, speaking of," she patted her butt, "you're soaked, we should have thought to pack you a change." "I did," Tara responded, blushing, "I just wet again when I didn't want to stop coloring with Susan." Tara's mom snorted, "right, whole experience, should have thought of that. Well, you need to make sure to pack enough changes in that case. If I remember correctly I always sent you with three, one for naptime, one for any 'accidents', and a spare just in case. You're going to want to stock up." "We're going to Maple Street Medical after I grab my bag for the week," Susan chimed in, a blush rising on her cheeks as she decided to come clean as well, "I'm joining her on the whole experience thing this week, but I need something a bit bigger than what they have in the supermarket." "I'm glad you two can share this," Tara's mom said before smirking, "I'm not changing either of your diapers though, did enough of that the first time around. You can change each other." "Wait," Tara turned to her girlfriend, "Mom changed your diapers too?" "Yah, silly. We started having sleepovers on Halloween, I was still in diapers for another couple months." Susan leaned her head on Tara's shoulder, "I'm looking forward to the Klein hat trick tonight, think it'll be my favorite of the three." She kissed her girlfriends cheek, then swatted her butt. "Go get changed, we gotta get rolling." A quick stop at Susan's later to pack her bags and tell her family she would be staying the week, and they were soon standing outside Maple Street Medical Supplies. "Last chance to back out." Tara said. "No way in hell. Remember, the story is they are for my granny." Was Susan's reply. They browsed the store for a while before coming to the incontinence isle. Grabbing a pack of the shelf, Susan looked at it a second. "Kinda wish I could still fit in baby diapers, these don't look bad but I sort of want something a bit cuter." Tara came up beside her holding a pack of her own, "Yah, but I guess adults who need these wouldn't really want something cute, they're looking for something more discreet and practical." "You're right, ok fourteen to a pack, I remember I went through three or four a day, so two pack should get me through the week. One should see you through nighttime with some to spare, so I can borrow from you in an emergency. You find your pullups?" "They don't seem to sell regular bedwetting pullups here, just plain medical ones that look so much worse. We'll have to swing by the supermarket for them." "OK, let's ring these out so I can get into a diaper. I'll change in the cargo area if you keep watch." With that the girls turned and headed to the registers, until Susan stopped dead, "Shit." She hissed. "Wait to do that in your diaper." Tara joked. "No, it's Mrs. Harris. She works here. Fuck, she probably saw the pullup taking out the garbage and now two of her students are buying diapers? No way she will buy the granny line." "OK, we blame naptime and my bedwetting." "I'm not throwing you under the bus!" "It would have been true!" "Hi ladies. Can I help you with anything?" Mrs. Harris asked as she approached them. "Hi Mrs. Harris," they both said before descending into a jumbled "we're looking for things for my granny.""I've been having some problems while I sleep and naptime…" "Oook, yah, you two need help." The girls worried expressions deepened, "shit, no, not like that." She looked around before hiking her apron to the side a bit and lifting up her shirt showing a crinkly white waistband just rising above her pants. "I'm on your side." She looked over at the registers and shouted, "Hey Mark, I'm going to help some customers for a bit." Oh joy, there was Mr. Harris too. She led them off into the store, "now, first lesson, you don't need to tell the workers squat about why you are buying something. Never volunteer that information, it is none of our business. Lesson two, if you feel you need an alibi at least agree on one." "We did agree on one." Susan mumbled. Tara grabbed her hand placatingly, "I'm sorry, we panicked when we saw you. You probably took out the garbage with my pullup in it and now two of your students are buying diapers? I figured you wouldn't buy the granny line. I really have been having that problem while sleeping." "Kid, no one ever buys the granny line, but it's not our job to care. For the pullup, there were two diapers each from me and Mark, and I'm pretty sure Clara needed a change at some point too, but she was wearing a Hypertough so maybe not. I wasn't on the lookout for used diapers in a trash I already knew contained them." "If you don't care, then why not let us just cash out and pretend we don't know each other?" Susan asked. "Said it isn't my job to care, not that I don't, and you two gave off panicked shoplifter vibes when you saw me, we don't need one of the other staff confronting you over that misunderstanding. You two are obviously still pretty new to this and could use some pointers. First pointer, those are not the diapers you're looking for. Firstly they are a super shit brand that will leak faster than a pullup, we only stock them because some of the customers expect them because they are a big brand name. Secondly," with this she pushed aside a curtain with a giant blue rubber duck of all things on it, "welcome to The Nursery." The girls looked on in wonder at what was concealed behind that simple curtain. Shelves of diaper packs that would not have looked out of place in the kids isle, sized up kids cloths, bottles, pacifiers, even a huge crib in one corner. The whole room smelled like baby powder, and they wondered how it didn't penitrate to the rest of the store. "Ok, what's your usual ageplay age outside the classroom?" At their blank looks she tried again, "OK, Little newer than that I guess, how long have the two of you been into ABDL?" Still nothing until Tara raised her hand. "Umm, what's ABDL?" "Wow, total newbies, don't get them often, usually they do at least some internet research before coming in. ABDL stands for Adult Baby, Diaper Lover. It's a kink where you like to pretend you're a different age and or wear diapers. It's why we came up with the second kindergarten idea in the first place, the seven of us in the first year were all a secret ABDL hangout group. If you don't mind me asking, how did you come to be buying yourselves diapers without already finding out about it?" A ten minute explaination later and Mrs. Harris was up to speed on their plans, but Susan had one final thing to add. "Umm, and I sort of am really starting to need to pee, and we agreed to no making it to the toilet, so…" "Oh, yah, no problem." Mrs. Harris said casually, "The floor in here is tile if you just want to go in your pants, or you can grab one of the diaper samples you like and put it on, I can help you if you're not quite sure how." Shocked that the older woman would so nonchalantly suggest wetting her pants Susan almost did, but she had been holding this specifically to go into her first diaper in years, so she looked around the room quickly before settling on a diaper with teddy bears on the waistline and sheepishly asking for help putting it on. About a minute after they had gone into the backroom Tara was browsing the shelves when a shout came from the curtain as it was thrown open, "Hey Mrs. Harris! Our order come… oh, hi Tara." Turning in horror Tara saw the two former sports captains arm in arm in front of the curtain as it fluttered closed again. "Hey, Stacy, Kyle, umm, good to see you?" Tara squeaked. "No need to be shy," Stacy laughed, twirling her earrings, before sliding her loose athletic shorts off revealing a thick diaper with castles and unicorns on the waistband. "We're ABDLs too. Hey, is Mrs. Harris around?" "Yah, she's just in the back helping…" "Holy shit babe, you can hardly tell I peed at all," Susan said without looking as she walked into the room, skirt and leggings in her hand and poking at the diaper around her waist. "Another customer." Tara finished lamely, so much for protecting her girlfriends secret at least. "Oh yah, Tinklebelles are decently tanky with hardly any swelling. Best discreet ABDL brand out there right now. I'm in a Princess one, and Kyle likes the Teddies like you." Stacy piped in immediately causing Susan to look up in shock. "Umm, hi guys." "Stacy, don't scare off the newbies, they just found out about it today." Mrs. Harris said as she followed Susan out, "Here for your pickup I presume?" "Yup, Kyle can you get those out to the car? I'm going to have some girl chat with our new initiates over here. Don't worry, I'm not going to scare them off Mrs. Harris, just some advice from a peer. Or pee-er as the case may be." She giggled at her own joke. "Ok, tip one," she looked down at Susan's feet for some reason, "If you are going to use the old black leggings trick, make sure you wear black socks too." The young couple looked down and to their horror found the top of Susan's white socks had indeed yellowed a bit. "Easy mistake to make, it's why I only buy black socks, helpful for that and the rare times my diaper leaks. Speaking of leaking," she turned to Tara who felt a blush creeping up her face as she felt the smallest trickle of warmth running down her leg and nodded. "What are you in?" Tara shyly showed her her pullup, "Wow, brave. I leak every time I try those." "My mom got them for me when I started wetting the bed again last year. They work fine for that, and I wet two earlier without problem." "No babe, your second one leaked a bit, I felt it on your towel when I put them in the wash at home." Susan chimed in. "That's probably because you crushed our crotches together while I was still peeing!" "Kinky, but that's the thing with those, they are designed for bedwetting. When you are laying down your pee can flow towards the back or front and soak in more, helps that most bedwetters leak slowly from what I've heard, which reduces the risk of overloading the absorption rate. Not that I'd know, I've been wearing regularly for about five years now after getting super sick early freshman year and having a hard time making it to the bathroom, and I still can't wet in my sleep" "But, I wore pullups to kindergarten. If we are going for authentic I should only be in diapers at night!" Tara cried out, saddened by this news, but Stacy had a solution. "Ooh, authenticity play? That is rad. My usual ageplay age is around two, but I might just have to join you in that, I was in pullups too. As for your potty pantsing problem I have a product p-p-p dangit, suggestion." "Proposal." Kyle piped in from the register. "Thanks honey. For your potty pantsing problem I have a product PROPOSAL. Tinklebelles just released a line of ABDL pullups, almost as tanky as their diapers from what I've read online." She looked over her shoulder, "Hey, honey? Add a few bags of Tinklebelles Pixie Pants please. Did you wear any padding to kindie?" "Am I part of this conversation or am I checking us out, dear?" "Both, we need to know if we should get you some too." "No. I was fully potty trained by kindergarten." "Aww, dang." "I'm sorry I wasn't a late bloomer like you three." "I wasn't a late bloomer, I would just rather keep playing than use the potty." Tara raised her hand sheepishly at that and Stacy turned back to her, "question?" "No, I was just the exact same way." "Oh, rad. Potty rebel sisters!" Stacy raised her hand for a high five, which Tara confusedly returned. "What about you, Sue?" "This one corrupted me when we met the first day. She probably forgot other kids would have to go use the potty and kept us playing the entire time. Just before pickup we were sitting out at the tree and I just let go. I was stupid enough to tell my mom it wasn't an accident and she tried to punish me by putting me in my little sisters diapers. It wasn't a punishment to me, and I wore them until we ran out when she started potty training." Stacy's mouth was open in shock, before she threw her arms up and excitedly exclaimed "Radder! Geeze that is a huge fantasy in the ABDL community. So, you two are recreating how you met? That is so romantic. So is kindergartener your usual ageplay age?" "Umm, we're not entirely sure what that even is yet, but if I'm translating it right, probably? Kindergarten was a huge time for us, it's when we met and how I got my Mami, sorry, my stepmom to clarify, Mami is Spanish for mom." Tara said hesitantly "Spanish? Wait, your dad married Miss Vasquez?" "My dad is a deadbeat who left us for another woman when I was two. Then left her for a younger woman, etc about five times last I heard. He is in prison for failing to pay child support. My mom married Miss Vasquez. They were high school sweethearts, who drifted apart for a few years. I wound up in her class, yada yada yada, it was pretty much a kid reunites parents movie." "Wow, that is amazing! How is…" Kyle had stepped over and clamped a hand around her mouth, using the other to point at the pins on her hairbands questioning, having noticed the slight wetness on her cheeks. "Yah, sophomore year, when I got over my grief enough to think straight I knew I had to do second kindergarten, she was a big supporter of the idea. The year it started was the last year she was teaching before she got sick, and she said she missed the old space, but was glad it was being put to good use." Susan pulled her into a hug, "Mi Vida, I'm leaking." "Don't care babe, you needed this. Besides, it's kinda hot." Tara snorted into the shorter girl's hair. "OK, happy thoughts, you two are recreating your kindergarten experience because it's when you started dating among other reasons." Tara laughed, which was probably part of the point, "we did not start dating in kindergarten." "You didn't know what you were doing was dating in kindergarten you mean." "We didn't start dating until last year, this goof still wasn't sure we officially were until today." Sue chimed in. The other three in the room looked at them with blank, shocked looks. "You're joking, right?" Stacy asked. "No." They chorused hesitantly. "You realize the entire grade was sure that wedding in sixth grade was real?" "I went to that show to see how the younger theater kids were coming up and I thought it looked authentic. Plus, I know enough Spanish to recognize you just called her 'My Life,' pet names like that are not first day things." Mrs. Harris piped up from the back. "That's what that means? You have been calling her that for literally as long as I can remember. You have been calling Susan what I'm guessing pretty much means 'the love of my life' since grade school, and you expect us to believe you just realized you're dating today?" Stacy exclaimed. The girls chuckled nervously, "Mami slipped up and called Mom it a few times while they were still being secret about it because I was in her class. Mom panicked when I asked her what it meant and said 'Best Friend', that made Mami panic when I called Susan it the next day, but she couldn't exactly correct me without revealing their relationship." "You did not go until today not knowing what it really meant though." Tara was bright red by this point, "I knew what the words meant by seven, and the meaning by thirteen, but I had been calling her it for so long by that point. And it's not like I was lying, it was true, I was just way too stupid and worried it might mess up our friendship. Other kids were getting together and breaking up in a matter of days around then, and it terrified me to think we might do the same." "Never would have happened, babe, but I get it. We have each other now, and that's what matters." Susan said softly, before kissing her cheek. "You know, Tom, the guy who played the priest, is going into priest school right now, he could probably make it retroactively official in a few years." Kyle added. "He's going to have to get in contact with my Abuela then. She wants us to have our Mayan ceremony the same day. It's stupid, we should have been dating for years, but at least we are now. What are you doing?" This last was just to Stacy who had squatted slightly and had a look of mild concentration. "Pooping." Was her casual response, and now that they knew what to look for her diaper was tenting out a bit in the back, she was peeing as well obviously as the front was getting slightly darker and saggier. "Well, you've clearly been in love for years. Why not decide you've been dating all along? That's what we did, finally talked about our feelings for each other last Christmas, looked back at the last few years and how we had been acting, and decided we had been dating since the end of Sophomore year." "We can do that?!" Susan asked, eyes lighting up like it was Christmas, before turning to Tara. "Babe, I promised myself I would never tell you, but you need to know how much this would mean to me. You know how everyone thinks we've been dating for years?" Tara nodded, a bit confused, "I thought we were too, until you asked if we could give dating a try in November. I thought, somewhere along the way, we just naturally went from best friends to dating. I want you to really think about this, think if it is something you want too, but I have felt like we have been dating for years, I've been in love with you for years, and now I know we can have been, and my vote is a big yes." "Ok," Tara caved to her look, blushing, "we can do that. But when should we say we started? And if you say kindergarten Stacy Warner I will hurt you." "Well, Kyle and I went through a checklist of sorts. We could go down that, see when you average on relationship milestones." Tara groaned, already seeing where this was leading, "OK, first big dating type thing is, unsurprisingly, dates. When did you first do something for just the two of you, maybe with a chaperone. They looked at each other, Susan smirked, while Tara looked resigned. "Kindergarten." They chorused, before Tara elaborated, "we would sometimes start sleepovers by heading to see the newest kids movie together at the theater with whatever parent was the host that night." "Yah, should have seen that coming. Ok, we know when Tara first gave you a pet name, but Susan, first pet name and when?" Susan actually blushed this time. "First day of kindergarten, when my mom asked if I had an accident, I said I did it to keep playing with a princess, even my mom was calling her my princess by first grade." "HOW THE F- nevermind, forget that, ok. Hopefully this was later, first kiss." "Ha, Seventh grade!" Tara said triumphantly. "Yah, babe, and we were so pent up you wet yourself just so we could keep doing it." "No! Not only so we could keep doing it! Also so we could keep rehearsing the lines and keep hanging out… ok, mostly to keep doing it." "That's actually really romantic. Ok, just thought of this one, didn't really apply to us, when did you each realize you liked girls?" The two looked at each other, "I don't think it was ever off the table honestly. We grew up around my mothers, so we always knew girls could like girls. I didn't realize I exclusively like girls until sex ed started around fifth." Tara responded, while Susan also piped up that she was Bi, but pretty much all the rest was the same. "Wait," Tara said, "I know we're in the middle of something, but I always forget you're Bi. Should I get a strap on, would you like that?" Susan's eyes glazed over and she did her best bobble head impression. "Do not rush off to go buy a strap on! Dang horny fuckers. Leads well into, when did you first have sex though? Also, if you can wait 'till tomorrow I have some recommendations. " Tara blushed, "We haven't. I was afraid to tell her my bedwetting was back, and I tend to nod off a bit when we cuddle." "Explains why you're so horny a bit. When you met each other's family is obvious, held hands and cuddled, guessing probably around the same, ok last question, when did you each figure out you liked the other romantically?" "Sixth grade, the play." Tara responded, "I saw her in that wedding dress costume walking towards me and thought 'I want that to be real some day.' Spent the whole ride home telling my moms how beautiful you are." "It, it took you that long to figure out?" Susan questioned, sounding a little distressed. "Oh, Mi Vida," she kissed her softly, "It was all still there much earlier, but all that just felt like a natural extension of our friendship at the time. You know how oblivious I am. When did you figure it out?" "Well, my mom wanted to head off sex ed, so she gave me the start of The Talk in fourth. How I'd notice some changes, yada yada yada, but also that I may start having some new feelings for some people, but none of them were new. They were all things I already felt around you. Wanting to be around you all the time, hold hands, cuddle, even kiss you, thinking you're beautiful, blushing when you catch my eye…" Tara cut her off by pulling her into a passionate kiss. "Oh my god, so romantic!" Stacy squealed. "Shouldn't you go change?" Tara huffed in mock annoyance. "Meh, I'll change in a bit. I don't mind being poopy and Tinklebelles have great odor protection." She responded, "and the verdict is in," she made trumpeting noises, "You guys started dating… whenever the heck you feel like saying you did, you're all over the place honestly. A lot of the more basic romantic groundwork was very early days, but most of the physical and acknowledgment stuff was more recent, which, duh. If I had to suggest a point that wouldn't get me slapped, I would say either shortly before or during that play in sixth grade as it is a good reference point." The young couple looked at each other before turning back and nodding. "Congrats on seven years then, now let's make sure you guys have all your supplies." "Supplies? We don't just need diapers?" "Oh wow, you want a rash on your second day? That would totally ruin things for you. You at least need baby powder or diaper cream. I prefer both, and there are some great scents here. I would suggest cornstarch over talcum, but that's personal preference. Did you plan on pooping too? Some people aren't into it." At their nods she continued, "then you'll definitely want wipes. You can't go wrong with a changing mat either, much more comfortable than just laying on the floor. Small garbage bags for disposal in places without their own trash, or even just an open trash, no need to just leave your diap laying there. Your backpacks are decent enough diaper bags for school, but you will want something for after and weekends if you plan on being full time for a bit. I prefer a three chamber model, one for diapers and changing supplies, one for the occasional carry out used diaper, you really want those in separate sections, and one for all the usual miscellaneous stuff you might find yourself needing sort of like a purse, and a change of pants just in case, you never know when you'll leak. This might seem like a lot, but for ABDL friendly events it is awesome. Speaking of purses, make sure the one you use can hold a change and a small thing of powder or cream, you don't want to be caught without one when you suddenly need it. How long are you planning on going for?" When they responded that they planned to try for a week she pouted, "aww, that's no fun. Can I try and convince you to go at least two? My little guy is turning two, so next Sunday we are having a big party with all our baby friends, but only babies are invited!" At their clear confusion Kyle clarified, "I'm turning twenty on Thursday. My usual ageplay age is three or four, but it is some kind of tradition to refer to ABDL's as being their decade as their age when their birthday comes around, so I am turning two. On Thursday we are having my regular adult birthday party, but Sunday we are having an ABDL party with the other ABDL's going to kindergarten with us, and a few from out of town, at our new apartment. You two are invited, but it's diapered butts only." The girls looked at each other and Susan grimaced. "It sounds super fun, but I don't think I could swing staying at your place for two weeks. Mom might think we're U-Hauling it at that point. If I go home wearing diapers I will have to come out to them about it. You can keep wearing Babe, but I don't know if I'm ready for that. I can change into one for the party at your place though. Are we the only ones in class that weren't secretly ABDL already?" "Yah, that'll work. Coming out to your parents is hard, I was delirious on meds when I told my dad how good diapers felt and how much I wanted to stay in them, and was so embarrassed when he told me what I said when I was more lucid. Luckily he was super understanding and I got to wear a few times a month, before going full time at home once I got my first job and could afford them myself. Kyle still hasn't told his, it wasn't until we got our own place from a guy my dad knows last week that he started wearing with any regularity. And no, there aren't that many of us in class, you two make eight, not counting the teachers. According to Mrs. Harris, besides their year which was a hundred percent, usually about a third of the class ends up a part of the ABDL community by the end. Wanting to go back to kindergarten is a little, well, little anyway, so we are more common. So, a weeks worth of diapers, and when you decide you know where to get more. I would suggest grabbing different brands each bag to see what you like, unfortunately Pixie Pants are the only really viable ABDL pullup so far, so Tara you are out on that, but I would say grab something Sue doesn't for your night diaper so you guys can swap and compare. Night diapers should also be a bulkier one, you want to wear it until you get into your morning shower, so it should be able to take a few hits depending on your morning routine and how soon before bed you put it on. Lastly, your ducks." Again the two newbies were completely lost, "ducks are our symbol locally. ABDL's have a few symbols, but a lot can mean other things or just be an aesthetic like a safety pin. Locally a while back someone came up with the idea of marking people and places that were ABDL or ABDL friendly with red or blue rubber ducks. On a person a red duck means they are a supporter and a blue duck means they are an ABDL." On examination the girls realized the other three in the room did indeed have blue ducks on them. Stacy had a blue duck on the ends of both her earrings, Kyle had one on a pin on his ballcap, and Mrs. Harris had one pinned to her apron, with a white duck next to it. "On places or events the rule is 'if it's red, keep it in your head' this is usually more public and family friendly places, it means they usually have a few accommodations for ABDL's like adult rated changing tables or adult diapers for sale, and you usually won't be looked at too weird for having a stuffy or something on you. You can usually be less subtle about pottying your pants, but don't be full on obvious or say you are. 'If it's blue, you be you' that blue duck on the curtain indicates that this is a safe place to toss my pants off and hang around in a diaper, tell you that I'm pooping it, and generally just be as little as I want." "The third Thursday of every month at the Cinema is marked with a blue duck on the calendar, I always wondered what it meant," Tara chimed in. "Oh yah, it's tons of fun, we watch kids movies all night and drink giant sodas so we can pee our pants. You should totally come this month." "Tara laughed, "you're just trying to keep me in diapers indefinitely aren't you?" "Heck yah, they are way better than panties. Anywho, you two should get a duck or two to mark you out for others in the know." Tara eventually settled on earrings like Stacy had, while Susan got one that clipped to the side of her glasses, grabbing a few red ones for their parents as well, and then Susan asked, "What about Mrs. Harris's white duck?" "That marks her as a universal changer. If you don't want to or don't know how to change yourself look for the white duck and they will change you, no fuss. A white duck on a baby changing station means it is rated for adult weights as well, which is super helpful. You may have noticed it today in the bathroom at school." Mrs. Harris gave an impressed whistle as they walked up to the register, "Dang kid, you really upsold them, I haven't heard a spiel like that in ages. You wouldn't happen to be looking for a job, would you?" Stacy laughed a bit bitterly, "I wish, The Smoothie Station just laid off all of us who are going back to, quote, 'non-essential classes' meaning me, Jessie, and a bunch of college kids got suddenly fired last week." "Looks like I need a new place to get smoothies, and wish granted, come on back here and learn the register. I will add these two to your commissions once we get you into the system. We have been looking for some folks to just man The Nursery for a couple weeks now, it gets more popular with each year that passes. It is miles past the regular incontinence section, and by sales volume it is past everything but the pharmacy, and wraps and braces." "Wait, you're serious? Shouldn't you talk to your manager or an owner or something?" Mrs. Harris almost collapsed laughing, "Kid, my family owns this shop, I've been an owner since I graduated. Now come on back and learn the system." "I seriously get to work in a Blue Duck room all the time!?" Stacey squealed in happiness and hugged her new boss. Mrs. Harris laughed, "yes, but it won't be all fun and games. This is a fun place to work, but it will still be work. Do you think you'll be comfortable being a white duck as well? It's not required, but it will raise your pay a bit and is a helpful service for people to be able to get here." The girl bounced back to the ducks section and decisively grabbed a white one. "Anyone need a change? Besides me of course." Mrs. Harris laughed, "Let's get these two checked out, then you can change me." A few minutes late the girls purses were a bit lighter and everything was packed in two discreet brown boxes. Tara had already changed into one of her new pullups while Susan was paying, and was marveling at the feeling of ever so slightly more padding. Susan had been told her diaper could take at least two more wettings, three if she didn't mind sagging below her still rather short skirt a bit, though they suggested leaving her leggings off if she wanted that as they may squeeze the diaper and make it leak sooner, they were rather tight. Kyle had smirked and said he could go five or six times before it leaked, and Stacy had swatted him, stating that boys were cheaters because they could adjust where the stream hit, but added that girls could get similar results if they strategically lay on their back and front, and as they got more used to wearing they would be able to let go in smaller amounts, going from the 'ok I have to pee' floods to 'I guess I could pee a bit' trickles that would absorb easier and have less chance of overwhelming the leg guards. Mrs. Harris and Stacy had used their needed changes to show the girls how to change a diaper properly as they had said they were interested in being the ones to change each other, instead of changing themselves, and now Stacy was in a professional looking apron with her new white duck proudly displayed, though she had still chosen to forgo pants over her fresh padding. She had decided to stay and begin her training, as the other couple hadn't really had any plans for the evening. Now sitting in Susan's car the girls took a minute to process everything they had learned and done in what they had thought would be a quick trip to the shop. "You know," Susan said, looking at the clock, "When I said we would be fine, even if we were shopping for an hour, I was joking." Tara laughed, "your work is only ten minutes away though, and we still have forty. Want to park in the back of the supermarket's lot and make out for twenty?" Susan agreed that sounded like an incredible plan, glad for the wide back seat she usually had little use for. With no makeup to fix the girls were easily able to cover the more obvious signs of their amorous activities, though the lack did make it much harder to hide their flushed cheeks. Monsieur Crevette was a French restaurant though, which meant it approved of amorous activities. They were led to a candlelit table for two off in a corner by the owner's daughter, a young woman a few years older than them who had taken Susan under her wing, who smirked at their obvious blushes and tightly clasped hands. "You kids look adorable. Going for the full kindergarten look I see." The girls shyly nodded, informing her it had been where they had first met and they had decided to revel in that. "Awww, wish I could have gone. It started a few years after I graduated though. Those guys had a good idea." With Susan having worked there for three years now they were quick to decide their meals, Susan ordering a hearty duck stew she had taken a liking to many years ago when she first started, with sparkling grape juice as she still had to drive tonight, while Tara went with the roast duck in a cranberry sauce and the suggested white wine pairing. Ducks seemed to be a theme for the night, and it was a common meat in many delicious French dishes. As they sat and chatted, the rest of the staff and a few regulars came up to coo over their outfits and story. About three quarters of the way through the meal Tara began to squirm slightly, and by the time they were walking to Susan's car with the near half a cake that had been foisted on them she obviously had to pee, and Susan wondered why she hadn't while they had been seated, she had, shortly after finishing her first glass of juice. The other girls low moan as she let go as soon as they were seated in the car was hot as hell though. "I didn't know it would be that hard to pee surrounded by people. I was able to do it easily at naptime." She complained. "I didn't have trouble with it, but it's a more familiar place to me." She tickled her girlfriend's sides, "though with how often you've pissed yourself in the past I'm surprised you had any trouble at all." "You'd think. I don't know, maybe I was just a bit worried subconsciously after leaking twice in my normal ones?" She poked the damp garment under her skirt, "this one doesn't even feel all that wet though." "Let me feel," Susan snaked her hand up her girlfriend's skirt, delighting in the low moan that drew from the other girl. "Yup, think we should both make it through the movie just fine." "Or we could skip the movie? I haven't had you in my bed in almost a year. It misses you, and there is a brand new activity we can do on it." Susan burst out laughing, "That is the corniest thing I have ever heard. As much as I love the idea, we made reservations and I don't want to make your coworkers mad at me, especially if we are going to go see what next Thursday is all about. Besides, the buildup is half the fun." "The buildup has been building up for most of our lives." Tara pouted, "If it builds up much more it'll be in danger of falling on something. That made more sense in my head, I mean we may not make it back to the house, and I have broken up enough amorous couples in the back row to know I would get teased mercilessly if someone caught us." "Two hours, babe." Susan kissed her quickly, "can you hold on for me for two more hours?" Tara groaned before nodding reluctantly. Peterson's Picture Palace is only a short drive from Monsieur Crevette's, so they got there with a little time to spare. They were immediately pulled into the back by Tara's coworkers, who gushed over how cute they looked, and the owner quietly told them their new accessories really suited them, while flashing the blue duck on his watch band and putting their cake in the staff fridge. The girls had initially planned on seeing a romantic comedy, but after some light teasing that perhaps the newest animated kids movie would be more their style, they decided to go with that. There are only three other families this late, but they manage to keep their hands to themselves, mostly, and walk out having had more fun than expected. The anticipation is heavy in the air as they pull into Tara's driveway, Susan putting their cake into the fridge, while Tara brings their diapers and supplies up to her room.

Still working on it, might have to choose an earlier ending than planned, but I will have it up by midnight EST. If I have to end it early, I will wait until results are final to post the 'extended cut'. Also, what are the rules on posting contest stories other places as well? Assuming just wait until results are done, then it's free game?

With how in over her head with a succession chrisis Sophie is her last name should be Stark. Honestly if this was me, I would no longer be having fun. Probably would demand a refund, go back to be babied by my friends, and tell them to get their shit together if they want to run a fun ABDL part of their regression clinic. Don't make your customers have to deal with inter-staff problems. Option A seems to be the most in character for what we saw this chapter. Also, do any of these people in line for management actually have any management skills? Or are they all just as backstabby as a court vazir and would make about as good a ruler? How F'd are their finances right now? There is probably an alphabet soup of government agencies undercover investigating this shady shit, and infiltration could not be easier, a new boss every few months means hiring records are probably scattered to shit, CIA Op could walk in and just say they are staff, who could argue. There are probably even some Mafia folks on the books, this seems like a much easier way to dissappear people than concrete shoes.

Virtual Tina smirked as her blade passed through the hulking ogre, and Raid Leader glistened into being over her head. Sure it was only a Tier 1 Raid, but she had only been playing for a month and a half with this small group from her Computer Science class, but a four hour dungeon and an hour boss fight was nothing to sneeze at. Checking her HUD she was pleased with the level up gains, and the cool new headpiece that dropped. She was less pleased with the blinking warning light that let her know that her GamerPants were nearing capacity and she had pooped at some point. Probably when the beast had knocked her into a wall at around ⅓ health. "Ok team, let's get to a Rest Area and then those of us that need to can change." She called out, before heading to where she remembered seeing the familiar tents as they had approached the boss. It was a good half hour away, and her HUD switched to let her know she was leaking halfway through. Damn neural link only letting you feel what was in game. Devs had been trying for years, but they still couldn't accurately read the impulses of a human bladder from just the brainwave patterns. That's where GamerPants came in. The machines could easily read how much you had filled the absorbent, wifi connected garments, so it was a simple matter to add it to the HUD of all games. It was a small price to pay, she thought as she changed into dry Pants, in the real world she was a broke college student, just trying to make her way. But in the virtual world she could be anything she wanted. And that was worth a change in Pants every now and then.

Invent "Eureka!" Miles exclaimed. "That's for when you first discover something, boss. Not when it's finally done." The man whose name was unfortunately Jeff, not Igor, said. "Well, what's that one? It's Alive doesn't really fit the situation." "Think it's usually along the lines of 'They said it couldn't be done. But I've shown them. I'll show them all.' Or some such." "And I will. I will show them all. Tomorrow at the expo. Filthy little germ goblins, a thing of the past. No more leaks. No more blowouts. The children of the world will wear my Gel and know true comfort and cleanness." Professor Miles Grady was a bit of an eccentric, but the man knew what he was doing. Five months ago his sister had begged him to babysit his three month old nephew, and the poor quality of the child's absorbent undergarment, and his own lack of experience or knowledge of the same, had led to a massive mess that traumatized the germaphobic man, setting him on the course to make the comfiest, most leak proof diaper ever. Hitting upon an as yet undiscovered, but cheap and easy to make, solution that seemed to fully absorb then dissolve any human waste in a matter of days, he began to form a covering for it. Soon he had a plush line covering, that would still allow his Gel to seep through and devour any waste before returning to dormancy. Two years later every diaper company in the world was using Professor Grady's Absorball in place of their previous filler, but soon problems began to arise. Children raised the the Absorball filled garments had no desire to sit on some hard surface to relieve themselves, when instead they could continue to use the cloudlike garments they had used their entire lives. Even arguments of being able to escape feeling of wetness or strong odors fell on confused ears as Absorball had made those a thing of the past. Adults began trying them for themselves, just to see what the fuss was about, and could hardly force themselves to return to their usual, thin, uncomfortable undergarments and sitting on cold, hard porcelain. Within ten years most of the world was in Professor Grady's Absorball Garments, the heavenly feeling too good to pass up, and the fact that one could last all day, and would be usable again in three, meaning they were affordable to all. —- Not as happy with this one to be honest, have done a lot like this so far.

Rich Honestly Veronica did not see how the common folks managed it. A specific room in their houses for the expelling of waste? What if they needed to go while on the other side of the building? It may be up to a half hour of walking, and who could hold for that long? And it needed to be hooked up to some underground pipeline of waste from all over the city? No no no darling, that must stink something fierce. No, much more sanitary to keep herself and her staff in diapers. She remembered, when she was a child, daddy briefly attempting to get the nannies to do something called 'potty training' her, but honestly it was them that needed training. Didn't they know it was impossible to have to get up and go rooms away to use some cold, hard chair to do her business, when she could keep playing and do her business in her pants like always? They had even expected her to pull her own pants down and back up, as if she knew how to do that, honestly. Someone else dressed you, that was just how the world worked. No thank you, the common folks could keep their underground pipes and rooms that smelled of other people's business, she would keep her cozy little changing room that smelled of only the best quality diaper powder. Speaking of, dinner had been quite some time ago, and her seat was feeling a bit bulky. Hopefully one of the maids would check her soon. As it was, the 32 year old heiress went back to her coloring, her butterfly was almost done.

Hungry The creature spawned hungry. He slithered away from his satiated progenitor, hunting for a target that would satisfy his hunger. The progenitor seemed to have chosen a very good environment for their purposes. The pray gorging themselves on large amounts of food layed out in great troughs. He would not need to compete with his siblings for targets. He chose a target making their way for the door, skulking from shadow to shadow. The prey was starting to sit in their mechanical conveyance when he struck, sliding down their undersection clothing and sinking his fangs through his flared attachment flaps and injecting his calming venom into the unfortunate creature. Soon he was satiated. Karen groaned at how full she was as she opened her minivan. Perhaps a buffet had been the wrong place to celebrate that promotion, but she had always loved the variety of options. She panicked briefly as she saw some strange white creature lunge at her, but calmed as her brain realized what it was. It was just her diaper, how could she have forgotten it. It was a good thing it had decided to find her on it's own. She would have made such a mess had she emptied her bladder and bowels like she was in just her pants. She didn't notice the three white, snake like entities crawl from out the leg holes of her shorts and out of her van, into the waiting parking lot.

Connected The first known case was Amanda Hendricks, a senior news anchor who suddenly and without warning flooded her pants on national tv. Most people felt sorry for the poor woman and moved on, until the other reports started flooding in. It was soon calculated that five percent of the global population was what came to be known as Connected. Their bladder and bowels quantumly tied to some other Connected somewhere in the world, when one voided themselves the other did as well. Some tried to find their quantum partner, but it was nearly impossible, finding one person among millions who you can match your toileting up to? So eventually the Connected resigned themselves to diapers. It was after this whole fuss had died down that scientists began finding out the other effects of being connected, increased memory and intelligence, apparently the brains were linked as well, Connected children would often become bilingual, seemingly plucking the other language from their counterparts head. Connected were nearly immune to heart attack, the heart beats stabilizing each other in times of crisis was scientists best guess. Connected gained respect as they rocketed ahead in their fields, working as scientists to solve humanity's problems, working as actors and musicians to give stunning performances, even just working in offices, spotting little paperwork discrepancies noone else did, Connected were often the best for the job. It helped they had to take less bathroom breaks. As they gained in popularity many normal people began wearing diapers as well, wishing they were Connected too. It was worst among young kids, as even Connected young children couldn't really understand what was going on, and many a normal child would go home complaining that "Jimmy said he is so smart because he wasn't potty trained, why'd you have to potty train me?" Twenty years on, and roughly a quarter of the population wears diapers regularly, and some day very soon many of them will be grateful for it. Unbeknownst to anyone, two particle accelerators broke down at the exact same time on opposite sides of the planet, causing the Connection in the first place. They are both still merrily chugging along, the Connected on both teams unaware how close they are to their genesis. A fluke series of accidents in both places will lead to simultaneous power outages in three days. Or are they accidents? Perhaps the locations are just Connected too.

Falling Kendra was falling. Falling and peeing at the same time. Damn she loved that feeling. On her first jump she had been humiliated when she wet herself as soon as she felt gravity suddenly disappear, and she was glad they jumped over empty fields so there was likely noone underneath to get inadvertently rained on. On her second jump a friend suggested she wear diapers jokingly, but it seemed like a brilliant idea to her. She had loved it. Warm wetness flooded her pants as soon as she stepped out of the plane again, and it was an amazing contrast to the cold wind whipping past her as she plummeted earthwards. Once her parachute was deployed she had a hard time stopping herself from rubbing one out mid fall, but she had just enough self control to wait until she was back in her car. Today she had more discreet plans. She activated her parachute, and as it jerked her back pressed the tiny button on her watch that turned the waterproof egg in her diaper on it's lowest setting. She came to a beautiful view of the sun rising over the mountains, warm wetness in her pants and cold wind whipping past her as she gave gravity the finger. Who knows, maybe gravity liked getting fingered too.

Tent The boss fight had been a tough affair with multiple phases, but you were finally out of the dungeon. As soon as that sweet Overworld music started you quickly set your tent up before any random encounter could try and take the rest of your party's limited resources. The sky goes dark, and as the last notes of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star fade out and you emerge from your tent the usual words in the sky appear. "Your HP and MP are filled… but so is your diaper." --- Proud I have only missed 2 of these so far.

Willnotwill you are an evil evil person who apparently hit something very deep within me. Already at 3k words on this beyond 2 ~500s and 1 just under 100 stories for my own daily challenge in the last 3 days. Send help.

Guilt Someone's messy in Mr. Body's nursery. As a caretaker it's your job to figure out who. To make matters worse your already fussy charges get even fussier when you try to put them in someone else's diapers. Did Professor Plum poop his Pampers in the pantry? Or does Mrs. Scarlet have a stinky SDK in the study? Ask your fellow caretakers who checked who to find who's guilty of a poo in Cluedo-do.

Farm Karina sighed softly as she browsed the shelves of the market. The shop proudly proclaimed they had one of them newfangled toilets, signs overhead pointing the way and two separate rooms each with a symbol telling you what it was. Why in tarnation they need two of em, the door locked din'it? And ain't nothin looked restful about them rooms neither. No couches, and only one chair, which was the most uncomfortable looking contraption she had ever darn seen. Made of porcelain for some reason, which must get right cold in a room heated by a single candle, with a big ol hole in the seat ya looked like you could damn near fall into. In that hole was a buncha water for you to piss into, and then send gallons of it, gallons for the few cups you just added, flying down into the labyrinthine pipes they had dug up all under the city. That water would have been right useful for her farm in the dry season, but no, diapers were too 'immature' for these city folk. She'd tell you what was immature, the three ladies outside the dress marked room dancing the damn riverdance like their lives depended on it while she hadn't seen anyone go in the men folks one in five minutes. "Y'all ladies know diapers are in isle three and there's a changer at the end," she politely said as she passed, two of them looked at her like she had three heads, but the middle one rushed off. Smart girl. She was running a bit low herself, so she leisurely followed, she weren't anywhere near soaked herself and could hold off on a change until she got home, unlike the poor girl who had thrown money to the diaper isle attendant and was now squatting and filling the new padding around her waist with an almost orgasmic sigh of relief. Plucking a few packs from the shelf she tipped her hat at the still pooping girl, who mouthed a thank you. Well, her supplies should be all packed up by the attendants, her fixed plow should be done about now, the diapers were really the last essential she needed. After paying she made her way to her cart, petting down old Bessie before getting in and starting for home. Despite pooping halfway through the hour ride home, and the slight whiff she got during their embrace when she returned indicating her wife was in a similar state, they leisurely put away all the supplies before heading to her changing room. Now this room was restful, filled with warm firelight from the merrily crackling fireplace she made her way over to the comfortable changing table, polished teak covered by a plush vinyl cushion and filled with the supplies they would need. Washcloths sat in a bin of water just far enough off from the fire to be pleasantly warm as her wife wiped her bottom, before pleasant smelling cream and cornstarch was applied to her nethers to prevent rash. Their diaper bin was designed to shoot the used garment into the bin around back that the garbage man picked up once a week, keeping the smell of their business from stinking up the room. After returning the favor she and her wife lounged on the couch in the room, listening to the wind pick up outside as the predicted snow storm started up, safe and warm on their cozy farm.

Ugh, why you gotta be awesome when I'm in the middle of my own self imposed writing challenge. Will have to put some time aside for this too.

Explore Courtney softly sighed in relief as she flooded her diaper while carefully taking a charcoal rubbing of the engraving. Her fellow classmates would probably be jealous of her if they knew, heck probably everyone on site, the nearest bathroom was a fifteen minute walk from the edge of the dig site to avoid contamination, but her diaper and plastic pants meant she could stay on site and explore more than anyone else. And here it was paying dividends, buried in a building more than a half hour from the nearest bathroom during the hottest, driest month of the year, in the middle of the desert, nearly perfectly preserved writing on a wall near what might have once been a shrine. Taking a chug of her water she heard chatter a ways off from outside. She quickly finished the part of the rubbing she was on, before poking her head out to see who it was. To her delight it was her professor walking with the head of the dig, Dr. Mark Clay. "Professor! Doctor! I have some intact writing over here." They carefully made their way over to her, and congratulated her on her find, already discussing which team members to redirect to the area. Professor Mikkens leaned in to her and quietly said, "why don't you finish that rubbing and head back to start translating. I'm sure you could use a break as well." Courtney blushed, seeing the Professor at The Kids Table a few months had been a surprise, but they mostly just quietly acknowledged their shared undergarment choice and went on their way. Just before she finished Dr. Clay approached her, "You did good today kid, a find like this gets your name in the papers, instead of just the 'students from' section. I hope you understand how rare that is for a first dig. I look forward to seeing your translation for this." All she could do was nod like a bobble head, and hope she didn't look ridiculous. This man had been one of her childhood heroes. Years later she would be on another dig with him and the professor and her exploration would lead to a discovery that would change the world, but for now this was a good start. — More Kids Table content. Courtney is really becoming a main character though this, she was originally just a random name with little thought to her character to man the bar so Morgan could go change. Her arc has little to do with the restaurant itself, though waitressing is paying for this schooling, but she is now much more important to the world at large.

Moon Riley sighed as the rescued princess explained the Moonfolks plans while Riley changed her. Yes. Moonfolk. Of course the final dungeon would be on the moon, well, final dungeon of the main story at least. Honestly she guessed it was fitting, the bandits who had kidnapped the mayor's daughter that started her questing had worshiped some moon god she had never heard of, so it seemed things were coming full circle. Apparently the Moonfolk looked down on surface worlders as childish, and planned to hit the planet with a regression beam before swooping in and taking over. They had kidnapped the twin princesses a decade ago to test their beam on, and while Princess Margaret had successfully fooled them and kept her mind, Princess Sally, well, she was fascinatedly playing with her toes and dodging Karen's attempts to change her absolutely wrecked diaper… honestly it looked kinda fun, but Riley would prefer to be able to keep her mind and keep adventuring with her friends. According to Margaret the most adventuring they had been allowed to do on the moon was taking their dollhouse outside. Riley pondered their predicament, a few weeks ago rumors had started to circulate about the missing princesses being sighted, and the king and queen were awaiting news, but bringing the women back to the castle was just what the Moonfolk wanted. The princesses had been brought back to be rescued as a distraction that would allow Moonfolk to sneak in while everyone was celebrating and plant resonators to spread the beams effect from the capital. They weren't ready for a full assault on the moon either, apparently all Moonfolk were potty trained and they would be unable to buy or loot diapers in their size there except in the old base the princesses had been held in. They would need to stock up on as many diapers as they needed before going up, might even pay to pick Alistair back up as his potty training wouldn't be a detriment up there. With Alistair back on the team Karen could placate the royals for a while, and while she would love to have Robby with her, he tended to need the most changes out of all of them and they needed someone to stay behind and make sure no one discovered the princesses. She would have to think carefully about who else to bring. — More RPG goodness. I hope you folks are having fun reading these, please leave some feedback and criticism.

Mountain Kyle relaxed his bladder as their group stopped to take in the vista before them, probably not the only one doing so. Judging from the soft grunting coming from his wife, some were doing a bit more. This would seem odd to most people, but Kyle and his friends considered it better than the alternative. The three couples had been hiking buddies for about a decade now, and had initially just got used to going in front of each other, but their first truly cold hike had revealed some problems when Susan got minor frostbite on her crotch from falling over from her squat. Luckily it had been on the first day, and it was only four hours back to civilization and another half to the hospital. The pain had made it difficult to tell when she needed to pee, and the hospital had suggested diapers. The fact she took the news so well should have been a sign to the others, but none of them had even heard of ABDL before, though she would tell her partner within a week. When she suggested they all wear them their next cold hike a year later they had all grudgingly agreed, and quickly found it was much better than struggling to remove all those layers and freezing your bits off. "Ok," Eddy said as he looked at the map, still slightly bowed legs the only hint of the load in his seat, "looks like we have about an hour before we reach a good place to camp for the night, and it's about that long until dark. Everybody done being a potty pants?" The light chuckle that ran through the group was answer enough and they continued their ascent. — The first one that isn't diaper normalcy. Don't expect many of those.

Swimming "Well sis, what now?" Robby asked, turning to Riley, only to notice his sister was casually shucking herself out of her heavy armor and holding, was that a seashell bra? "OK, folks, here's the plan," she started before her longtime girlfriend and the party Caretaker Karen snuck up behind her and whispered something in her ear. His sister blushed, saying back "Well, I do need a change, pretty sure you do too," Karen nodded, and Robby wondered if he needed a change too, he would have to have Tina check as those two seemed wrapped up in each other "and we did want to try it, would be rude to do that on the way back with a new party member… OK, Robby, Tina, new plan slash addition to the old plan. Karen and I both need a change so while we do that we are going to go try sex on the beach, not the drink. Feel free to do the same, and when you are done, or even if you don't because you're both stinky, change each other into those Mermaid diapers I crafted yesterday." This exchange surprised Robby, as a Babearian and a Fairy he and his wife were pretty casual talking about their sex life, but his sister usually needed a few drinks in her to be this open about it, still he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Both couples met back up an hour and a half later slightly disappointed. Sex on the beach wasn't that great, the ground shifted under you making it hard to keep hitting just the right spot, and sand got in places sand was definitely not supposed to go. They had all had to go rinse off in the water to avoid getting sand in their diapers which would have led to a hell of a rash. "OK, that was a thing. Glad I tried it, but never again." Riley summed up as they met, all three women now clad in only their mermaid diapers and some form of tropical themed bra, Riley in the classic clam shell, Tina embracing her forest fairy with coconuts, and Karen going for the truly bizarre choice of conch shells, while Robby wore his diaper and a shark tooth necklace. How all these counted as armor and actually provided decent bonuses he had no idea, but he wasn't going to question that. "OK, on to our actual quest here, finding a mermaid party member. These diapers allow us to breath water and increase our swim speed, and I made enough we should be good for three hours out and three back, even expecting at least 1 heavy Scare encounter. I think that's it, any questions? OK, let's dive in." Underwater was beautiful, even most of the monsters coming in a wide array of colors. It was a bit odd fighting with a spear, but he and Riley had to switch to them as their normal weapons didn't work well under water. They found the mermaid village after an hour and a half, and were told of a mermaid warrior who had gone off to fight a shark mafia nearby, jackpot. Another half hour of swimming and they came upon the sharks lair, unfortunately all the sharks were able to use Scare attacks and they were starting to run lower on the diapers than they liked. Rescuing the in over her head mermaid quickly, they made their way back to the mermaid village to regroup eventually deciding to stay the night as the village had plenty of water breathing diapers. They would all agree sex underwater was much more enjoyable, though a little floaty. —- Not much to say here, pretty basic and in my RPG universe.

Agreeing that all the current evidence points to A1 and B2 being better for our MC long term and also story wise. Claire seems like a big old meany.

Future By 2037 the effect of groundwater on the Earth's tilt was becoming a major concern for governments and scientists worldwide. In an effort to curb water use many places skyrocketed the price of water, and as wallets tightened people tried many different things to curb their own water usage. It started with protests in North America, the government wants us to stink so we will make a stink in their faces was the idea. Hundreds of unwashed people marched on their state, local, and even national capitals, and it was during these protests that the second part of the plan hit. A charge to use public bathrooms, citing how much water even a low volume flush wastes. This incensed the protestors even more, some found discreet places to relieve themselves, or even pay the fee, but many decided to increase the stink they were making by making their stinks in their pants. Those at home faced the same dilemma as the protesters, and soon diaper sales shot through the roof. Potty training quickly became a thing of the past as parents could hardly afford to pay for their own toileting needs. Sensing the change on the winds Pampers and the other big manufacturers began producing larger and larger diapers, even partnering with ABDL brands they had previously shunned while they got their production lines up and running. To combat the price of bathing, group bathing became much more common, with some tubs increasing in size to accommodate up to three adults comfortably, the removal of the toilet in many homes giving them plenty of space. By 2073 the world is as much changed as it's people are changed often. 21 year old Karen Miles was scrubbing her boyfriends sister, Samantha Kalvin's hair when she felt herself begin peeing. "Oops, sorry. Let me finish before you dunk." Karen thought she would have potty trained easily in the old world, even now she could tell when she was peeing seventy percent of the time, and most times had up to a minute's warning before she pooped. Honestly, it was Sam's fault they had needed a bath anyway. The slightly older girl had miscounted how many diapers she had left, and had decided to wear panties to save some, and worse tight jeans over them. In Karen's opinion panties were fine, but jeans were rough even over diapers, really hindering any garments ability to expand in the seat. Sam apparently thought diapers and jeans were interchangeable, as she had casually pooped hers while they had been playing a new VR game they had been bonding over, then waiting about half an hour to tell her. She should have known her diapers had better scent protection than that. Just as Samantha finished rinsing her hair her boyfriend, Mark Kalvin, walked in to change, starting at the two women in the bath. "Hey hon, I thought today was a night bath day?" "Yah, it was supposed to be," she glared at her future sister in law, "miss mess here decided to change some plans." "I offered to just have a mutual change!" Sam exclaimed. Karen just sighed, no way she was dealing with a change that smeared halfway down the changees leg, she herself had been in her standard summer sports bra and diaper, her night diaper even, because no way was she paying the laundry rate more than she had to. "Whatever brat, hop out, you're clean. I want to fuck your brother senseless before washing him while this water is hot." She shooed her, before calling out "and put on a diaper, I have a spare pack of Pampers in our size in my closet." "I'm just going to throw on some panties and go outside. No jeans, promise." Was the response and she grumbled as Mark stripped off his loaded diaper and stepped into the bath. As he started to stroke her just right she said "I swear, I get she prefers panties, I'm not gunna kink shame, but sometimes it seems she likes making a mess too." Mark laughed, "Yah, that might be a kink too. Mom used to complain all the time about how much laundry she made." He kissed her as his stroking got faster and her breath hitched, "she won't be staying with us long, so don't worry too much." The door slammed open just as his mouth was lowering to her nethers, "Hey, where do you guys want to go to lunch?" "God's dammit!" "OK, maybe worry a little bit." —- Another new Diaper Normality setting? Umm, I don't have a problem. You do.