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I wonder if this sounds familiar. My problems have started with my back hurting a lot and feeling bloated constipated and needing to pee literally all of the time. I am always a little damp too. When I rub on my lower back I sometimes feel my tummy moving poo properly and I can make a poo. I have to massage the right spot. But even if I take l dulcolax it kills my back to poo and my bladder Is always twinging 24/7. TMI warning, I have also leaked poo sometimes. Not enough to soil my pants but having to go wipe every couple hours. because all the pain I'm so depressed and have a hard time doing things like making appointments by myself.

Rob110, did you find out why?

I am working toward leaving the house in real fit underwear if necessary first, I had an Idea just to have a ultralite pad that my wife uses on light days fixed to the front just to absorb odors. defiantly seeing a doc though, I have too many odd pains and neglected concerns

I have been noticing a lot more evidence of dripping throughout the day. I never feel more than a bit damp but enough to notice. After a month of having new pairs of underwear the cloth turns yellow, and colors are bleached. I used to be a little lazy after peeing, only shaking once or twice, when I was younger, but now if I pee and flee, I will feel a stream down my legs. Now days, I sit down to pee and pushing anything out of my urethra. Still I sometimes dampen my briefs. The second problem point, more recently, is desperation. 45 minutes away from a toilet is too much. An hour away is potentially disastrous. it sucks living in a big city where bathrooms are off limits because of drug users. This past year, i have more trouble. I cannot have a glass of water or coffee before my 45 minute commute or I will be exploding with desperation I get to the toilet, and lo and behold patches the size of a quarter already leaked. The worst part is that I can always smell myself. Even when i never felt damp throughout the day my crotch of underwear and jeans smell heavy of urine. I thought it might have been in my pores from wearing diapers for fun, but as an experiment I went 2 weeks without diapers at all. The smell us still in my jeans and undies. I didn't tell my doctor about why I wanted my prostate checked because i don't want to have this conversation. I now or never had any enlargement. I'm an abdl and wear diapers, but I have never left the house in a diaper, nor do I want to. I guess my abdl dream come true is becoming my nightmare.

Hi. I am a AB/DL boy from the Seattle area. I've been lurking in forums for about 6 months, but never really posted. I posted a couple of stories, but never really took part in discussion. I've never been very good at being an active member of any online community, but this is one where I know I fit in. So I'm coming out of the woodwork. I've always been into diapers and just recently started being little in the privacy of my own home. I just wanted to get over my shyness and put out an intro.

By the time Jasmine got downstairs, she could already hear her friend Alison honking outside. As she got into the white Honda, Alison wrinkled her nose and gave Jasmine a odd look, but didn't say anything. Jasmine could almost read Alison's mind and became very self conscious. I reek of piss, Jasmin thought. Slightly embarrassed, Jasmine hoped that she was reading too much into things. "After the Volleyball fundraising meeting Tracy, Paula and I were planning to head up to the H&M in Hunter Falls, after that we might catch some dinner and sleep at my house. Wanna join us?" Alison asked. "I'll have to ask my mom," said Jasmine. "But most likely." Javier sat outside the school steps, he was tall dark skinned with a shaved head and dressed like James Dean with a white t-shirt and black leather jacket. Don't let the look fool you, Javier was far removed from his bad boy image. He was sexy as well as brilliant. He called out Jasmine's name and she pretended not to notice. She could not let on that she was interested. She was, but that is besides the point. She sneaked a quick look caught him checking her out. He approached. "Hey Jazz, whats up." "Um, I'm going to class, what do you think," she responded sarcastically. "I just wanted to see if you were doing anything after school today." "Yeah, I'm busy." "How about this weekend?" "I don't know," She said in a cold voice. "Okay let me know by Friday if you want to come hang out with me. I have tickets to "Thunder in Paris," the Broadway musical. It will be a lot of fun." They parted ways and Alison turned to Jasmine and asked, "why don't you give Javier the time of day? He is gorgeous." "I know, he just comes on too strong." "I might go." "Oh, you are gonna, I will see to that," Alison said and laughed. "we'll find you the right outfit tonight. At lunch Jasmine called her mom to ask about her plans later that night. "I suppose so, just be home after school tomorrow on time. I have a list of chores that I want your sister and you to do around the house." "I know, Mom. I'll be home." "Will you be by to pack a bag for tonight, Judith asked. I do need to speak about something for a few minutes, nothing bad, but it is important, especially if your sleeping at someone else's house." "Yes, I will come by the house around four today." What does that mean, Jasmine though. "My mom is so weird," she mumbled out loud. Later that day... Alison dropped Jasmine off in front of her house at 4:00. "I'll be back in about an hour," she said. Jasmine walked in and Judith was sitting on the sofa reading a news magazine. "Hi there, busy lady." "Have a few minutes to talk to your old mother?" "I know this is scary for you honey, but I know that you know what I know," Judith said. "You need to level with me if you want me to be able to help you. Have you been wearing diapers around the house?" "It's true, mom. I just have had urges to wear them and they feel good to me," Jasmine said. "That's fair enough," Judith said. "However, I think there is more to it, am I right?" "I am venturing to assume that you have been having some accidents for a while and your sister has been covering for you. Now that your sister is no longer wetting, the truth comes out." "Mom, that is not true. Not at all." "Honey, I have seen you mattress, it is still as riddled with urine stains as when you were much younger." "Tell me the truth, now, okay. I will work with you. How many times a month do you wet the bed?" Jasmine teared up a little. "yes, mom, I've been hiding my problem. Sometimes I pee in bed. Hardly ever." "You didn't answer my question. Your mattress is ruined. That is not hardly ever. How many times per month?" "Almost once a month, OKAY." "I wear my maxi pads to bed and they keep them dry most of the time. But I have forgot sometimes." "I was just thinking about the discussion that we had last week when you told me that you were just trying on a diaper to see what it felt like, and I've been trying to wrap my head around that, it seems so preposterous" Judith said. "I cannot believe I have been blind to this problem for so long. I just want you to sleep with comfort and dignity." "Jasmine, you are open to wearing protective underwear, as I see you have conspired with you sister for some time. "Mom, your not listening. Denise has nothing to do with this. She barely found out about me." "Okay honey, that doesn't even matter at this point. I went ahead and bought some Goodnites just for you." That will be our short term solution, and Dr. Underwood will help us develop a more long term plan. You have an appointment tomorrow" "Absolutely not, I won't wear diapers," Jasmine said. "Whether you wear them, thats up to you. I suggest you take one with you tonight. Spare yourself an embarrassing incident." "I've never wet the bed at a friends house," Jasmine said. Although, that was not true. She did wet the bed at her friend Tamara's house about three years ago. However, Tamara took the fall. (Tamara was a bed wetter, and perhaps didn't know the truth anyways.) "I'm not gonna wear them, mom." "I don't need them." "That's your choice, like I said," Judith said. "I want to work with you and if you can work with me we can talk about replacing that dank mattress, perhaps with a brand new bedrooms set." It was just to embarrassing for Jasmine to think about. Although Jasmine had the experience wearing diapers and enjoying it. It infuriated her to know that her mom was telling her that she needed them, at 16 for Christ's sake. Denise was the diaper girl not me, she thought. The truth was the truth, however, and Jasmine had wet the bed on and off her whole life. She thought that she managed to hide it well, and it was never frequent and it wasn't a big deal. As far as she was concerned nobody knew that she had and accident for at least 8 years. She thought, the hell if I'm going to wear a diaper to spend the night at my best friends house. She packed her bag and left the package of Goodnites her mom had bought unopened and shoved them into the back of an utility room cabinet. Unbeknown to Jasmine, as the night went on the nagging feeling of what if kept crossing her mind. It was her mom's power of suggestion that had planted it there, but sure enough it was persistent. She wished that she had some protection handy at least. Jasmine had a plan she would drink a couple cups of coffee and then she would not wet because she would not sleep. ...more to come

Denise could not have been more proud. Day after day, she responded to every urge quickly. After three weeks, Denise had not wet or soiled. Every night had also been dry. Last night being the only exception. The urge had awakened her from her sleep but not quickly enough. She started peeing in her Goodnite, but she was still able to get to the restroom and get most of the pee into the toilet. It was a mere squirt in her diaper, still pretty good for a girl who had worn the heaviest duty adult diapers on the marker and managed to soak through them most nights. Denise decided not to part with the Goodnites so soon. However, she had disposed of all other diapers and diaper related things. As Denise pondered her achievement a knock came at her door. It was Jasmine. "Hey stinky," Jasmine said, as she swatted at Denise's butt. "No diaper, still. I'm impressed." "What does it feel like?" Jasmine asked. "I mean did you ever like how they felt on you?" Denise looked puzzled. "They were just something that I wore, like my glasses. I needed them and they helped," she said. "I barely remembered anything different, you know. Everything before the accident kinda comes in pieces." "They are soft and secure, but I definitely like being out of them." Denise was happy that for the first time in a long time Jasmine seemed interested in her life at all. They chatted on and on. The conversation shifted to boys and the two sisters actually seemed, for a moment, to bond like sisters. Out of the blue Jasmine asked, "can I try one on?" "Are you friggin serious?" Denise said half sarcastically. "Completely." Denise went to the closet and grabbed a Goodnite from the top shelf. "Suit yourself." Jasmine said, "no not one of those I want to try on a real tape-on diaper, like you wear...well wore." "I don't have them anymore. I took them to Goodwill," Denise said. "This will have to do." "Can you put it on me?" Jasmine asked. "Uhh, uhh, you gotta be joking. If you want it, take it. What you do with it I really don't wanna know." Both girls sat in awkward silence for a moment. "Jasmine, Do you remember Chad?" "Yeah, the guy went to homecoming with." "Yes, that one. The reason I ask is because after we went out for a few months, I found out he was really, really turned on by my diaper. He actually asked to wear one with me once. He really had a strong desire for diapers. I refused of course. Ho weird. I know some people do like diapers. Does this sound familiar to you." Jasmine tried not to blush and played ignorant. This was a bad idea, she thought. "I just really wanted to get to understand your life and what it feels like," Jasmine said. "Nothing weird, I promise." "Well thanks, I guess," Denise said. "By the way, you can have one whenever you want." Denise winked as Jasmine walked out of the room. Jasmines heart sunk and her face flushed. She did not know what to make out of the situation. Then Jasmine remembered that she had a diaper in her hand. It took all her attention away from the scene that she just made. Jasmine undressed for the night, taking off her sleek low-cut black spandex panties and slipped the pull-up between her legs. It still felt a little like the diaper she tried on before, only less bulky. She put on her pajama bottoms and got into bed. Jasmine awoke a few minutes before her alarm rang and noticed the bulk between her legs. It was dry. She had a full bladder and knew this was a perfect time to let go. She felt the warm wet pee between her skin and the diaper as it safely absorbed into the thirsty layers. The bulge grew and jasmine wiggled around in it, feeling the warmth and squishyness rubbing against her vagina. With her full palm she massaged the diaper for several minutes, until she almost shrieked out loud. She continued to lay in bed until she fell back into a light sleep. Her alarm ran, she needed to pee again so she let go. However, this time the diaper leaked out the sides of her legs soaking her pajama bottom and sheets. Running late already, Jasmine could not hide the wet bed. She shoved the pajamas under her bed and pulled her comforter over everything knowing the wetness would dry over the day. What to do with the pull-up? She thought. Denise had already left. Jasmine opened Denise's door and tossed the wet pull-up into Denise's bedside wastebasket. She still had in mind that nobody would notice because Denise always wet diapers. But this was not so anymore, and Jasmine didn't know the extent of it. ...to be continued

It's the same story. This chapter was a flashback to help give a little background. Thanks everyone for all the support and feedback. I've been writing this freestyle, and going back and editing. I've also added in between the lines. But I've developed a solid plot line and the upcoming chapters will be posted as final copy. I'm hopeful that I can be a bit more frequent in the future. I'll do my best. Thanks, ~PJ

April, 22 2003 Denise waved goodbye to Mrs. Heide, her favorite teacher and left the third grade classroom out into the fresh spring sunshine. Her white dress blew in the wind and she ran out with the rest of the kids into the school parking lot. She spotted her Dad's green Toyota Forerunner and ran leaping up into the high center truck. She leaned over and beamed "hi daddy." "How was school today honey," he asked as he turned into the round about. "great, but Sarah tried to jump off the slide because Harry was chasing her and she fall and cracked her lip, but she is okay. She cried and I told her that happended to me once and it only hurts for a minute." "I hope so," Alberto said with a sympathetic smile. Suddenly as the Forerunner moved into a busy intersection time slowed down. Denise screamed as a she watched the inside of the car collapse around her and her father like a tin can. She smelled aweful smoke and dripped with blood. She screamed and screamed for daddy and someone turned out the lights. Everything went black. August 8th 2003 "she's responsive," Denise heard someone say. What does that mean, she thought. She tried to look around, but it was very difficult to move her head, and she couldn't move anything else at all. A moment later several faces appeared hovering over her like white clouds in her misty vision. She recognised one face. Mommy! Then a man spoke. "Denise," he said. "Can you hear me." She tried to speak. It felt like her voice was rusty and unused. She skweeked out a muffled "ya." Her mom hugged her tightly and was crying heavily. Yet Denise still had no idea what was going on. You are okay now honey. You are back with us. Denise didn't know what the words coma, traction, re-constructive surgery or therapy meant. But she didn't think they were good words. And over the next few days that hard truth was slowly explained to the young child. Relatives came and went and her little sister Jasmine moped around in envy of all the attention she was getting. Five-year-old Jasmine sat outside in a swing alone with Denise's favorite doll that their dad had given her when she a baby chanting "stupid Denise I hate you," as she pulled the hairs out of the doll. She sucked her thumb and relieved herself in her new jeans, thinking, I am the baby. This only got her the attention of some time in the corner and a spanking, but the feelings remained for a long, long time. As promised Denise got most of her faculties back, and was back at her own grade level within six months of waking up. Retraining on the toilet was another issue. The doctors could find no medical problem remaining. But the consensus was that Denise never got over the loss of her father and the horror of all that she had witnessed was too overwhelming and the diapers she held onto deeply would resolve in time. Whatever the reason she needed them didn't matter, she just did. All attempts to retrain her toileting habits ended up being very messy endeavors. But nevertheless, Judith tried to potty train her more time than she could count on two hands and it never worked. Doctor after doctor, therapist after therapist, Denise still wore diaper around the clock all the way through to her senior year. As the doctors predicted, Denise would move on someday... ...to be continued

Chapter 3 Judith took a few minutes to gather her thoughts. She wanted to confront Jasmine. If there was a smell that Judith could recognize it would be the smell of a dirty diaper, and she needed to know what this was all about. Her heart pounded as she headed up the stairs. knock, knock, knock. "Come in, it's open. Jasmine set down the Vogue magazine that she was reading, as he mom sat down on the edge of her bed. "It smells better in here," Judith said. This sent jasmine straight into panic mode. "I want a straight answer," she said. "Were you wearing and using a diaper today?" Defensively, Jasmine responded "No! of course not. Why would you say that?" "It's not a big deal, honey. I just want to know what is going on." Jasmine's face went blank and she turned her head into he pillow as if to hide. "Face me Jasmine Fey, You were, weren't you." "I don't know...I just wanted to know what Denise feels like," Jasmine said. "Ever think that you could ask her how it feels? You treat your sister really badly about her problem," Judith said. "But, I'm still confused. Why would you mess a diaper on purpose." "That's not what happened," Jasmine said as tears started running down her cheek. "I didn't mean to go, I am feeling really really sick and today I had bad diarrhea. I was just like trying to feel how it felt to have one on, and I had an accident." "It was really an accident." "Yeeeaaaahhh...," Judith said. "I don't know if I can tell you how inappropriate it is for you to be trying on diapers. I'm not gonna tolerate it." "I know mom, I feel so stupid," Jasmine said. She was full on bawling at this point. "Stay out of Denise's room while she is away. You should never have entered her room in the first place. I grounding you for two weeks. Are we clear?" "What about The Faint concert on Tuesday?" "What about it? You're not going. If you're gonna try and argue we can make it a month." "no, I'm sorry mom." "Okay, lets check your temperature and then lights out." 98.5 "It looks like your good to go to school tomorrow." "remember, I expect you home immediately after school. There will be a work list on the fridge. That shall keep you occupied until I get home." Judith walked out into the hall. Denise was in her room next door with the door open. Denise asked, "what was that all about?" "It's no big deal. Your sister is having a personal issue." "How was your day honey." "It was the best day ever. I made it all the through without having an accident." "That's great. I'm so proud of you," Judith said. "You are very brave for choosing to do this now." "Mom, I need to go underwear shopping tomorrow. The only panties I have are from when I was 12." "I'm not sure about tomorrow but we will go to Target this weekend," Judith said. "You can take your diapers out of the drawer and put underwear in it, why don't you take them out now?" "Why now?" "This will mark your graduation. You can put the diapers somewhere hidden away so that they are less prominent in your life. It is symbolic." "Okay, I guess that's a good idea, but I still need them at night." "Please Denise, just move them," Judith said with a bit of stress in her voice "Okay, whatever you say, mom. I gotta get to sleep soon though." "Goodnight darling." "Goodnight mom." As Judith left she thought, at least I don't have two teen aged daughters in diapers. To be continued...

Chapter 2 Fully naked Jasmine ran across the hall holding her prize tightly. She sat on the edge of bed and held the diaper with both hands still folded fresh out of the package. She stroked the plastic and listened to it rustle, opened it and smelled the inside. Her heart was racing with euphoria and she felt the most amazing feeling that she had ever felt. She stood up for a second, glanced out the window shade, (as if anyone was going to show up.) She locked the bedroom door and laid the fresh diaper across her bed. Jasmine was 4'9" and had a size 1 waist. The diaper dwarfed her petite body. It rose above her belly button, less than two inches below her nubile breasts, as she pulled the backs forward over her waste and and taped them she rustled and squirmed to make sure it pulled tight over her small body. Now it is time to get dressed, she thought. She grabbed a body suit that she had. It buttoned on the bottom like a onsie and the diaper bulge looked very prominent under it. After all this excitement, however, Jasmine was feeling very tired and more sick and queasy. She went to bed wearing the diaper and started to fade away. Suddenly she awoke with a very sharp pain in her abdomen and needed to get to a toilet immediately. she felt her stomach turn and tangle and then suddenly and violently her bowels let go. she filled the diaper within seconds. She had never intended to do this. It felt a little embarrassing lying in bed in a poopy diaper, and Jasmine felt waves of shame and guilt come over her. She swore that she would take off the diaper, clean up and swear off the curiosity that she had forever. Jasmine stayed in bed, thinking about getting up, but her body hurt. She could not make it to the restroom. The next thing that Jasmine knew was that she someone was knocking at her door. She wiped her tired eyes and realized she had fallen asleep and slept for several hour. It was 3 p.m. and her mom was knocking at her door. Then the feeling between her legs came back to mind. She was still in a poopy diaper. "Jasmine, are you okay," her mom called through the door "Yes mom. I just woke up." "can you open the door please." Jasmine could not think of what to do. she was as good as busted. What would her mom say if she saw her in a filthy diaper. "stupid, stupid stupid, Jasmine thought to herself. Jasmine wrapped the covers around her body and opened the door. "Oh my..."her mom said. "It smells like a dirty diaper in here." Her mom laughed. Jasmine felt herself start to turn red and said. "I think I have a stomach bug. I've had really bad gas." "That's an understatement," her mom said. "I'm going to check your temperature and then I'll let you get back to sleep." "Okay, mom. Judith went down stairs to where she kept the thermometer. Jasmine was aware that she needed to pee. How will I make it from here to the bathroom without mom seeing my diaper, she thought. The pressure increased. Before long, Jasmine heard her mom's footsteps coming back up the stairs. Her mom walked in the room at the same time as she started peeing uncontrollably in the diaper. "Whats going on darlin'," her mom asked inquisitively. "Nu-nu-nothin. Just feeling uneasy in the stomach." Her mom said nothing. "Open your mouth." "101.5, a little high." Her mom walked across the hall to the upstairs bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. she brought back two Tylenol and a glass of water. "Take these and I will let you get back to rest." "if you need anything holler, and I'll be back up to check up on you soon. I love you. she heard her mom go down the stairs. Jasmine ran across the hall to the upstairs bathroom and stripped off the diaper. This was awful, she thought, and stupid. I hate diapers. She rolled up the diaper taped it shut and buried under other bathroom garbage. After a long shower, Jasmine dressed and felt cleansed of her little peccadillo. However her eyes were drawn mysteriously to the trash can and she pulled her diaper out thinking. I did this. She laughed. Then she put it down and buried it again, thinking about how much trouble she almost got into. How embarrassing. Judith walked into the dining room where Denise had he laptop set up. "I have a suspicion that you and your sister may have much more in common than you thought," Judith said. "What do you mean, mom?" "Oh, it doesn't matter anyhow," Judith said. "I could be wrong." Judith poured a large glass of wine and plopped herself down in front of the t.v. ...to be continued

Jasmine could not imagine anything worse than being the younger sibling. Her's is the role, not of the individual, but always Denise's little sister. Not the sister of the prom queen or the fashionista, but the little sister of the girl who wears diapers. Everyone in school knows that Denise is incontinent and rumors of her diapers have circulated as long as Jasmine could remember. Of course, Jasmine is always nice enough to not tell Denise exactly how much everyone knows. It is her problem. At least that's what she says on the outside with a fake smile. Behind closed doors she can be more cruel. Jasmine holds a underlying grudge. She is popular. She takes a great deal of pride in her popularity and she wishes every day that Denise went to another school. But Jasmine wishes a lot of things and the truth never goes away. Denise emerged at the bottom of the stairs wearing an over-sized white tourist T-shirt with a Florida logo and flamingos and baggy gray sweats. A visibly large bulge pronounced around her waist gave away the fact that she had a very wet night. "Good morning little miss pee pants," Jasmine said. "Shut up!" Denise yelled back. "You wet the bed too, remember." "I was 7," Jasmine said. "are you ever gonna let that go." "Okay ladies times a-wastin' lets get showered and ready for school," Judith said. "Mom, I'm don't think I'm going to make it school," Jasmine said, clenching her waist. "My stomach is killing me." Judith eyed Jasmine carefully reading her face. "Okay, I will allow it. But you will not be leaving the house today. Understand?" Upstairs Denise untapped her night diaper. She wore full protection adult briefs at night. It plopped top the ground with a heavy thud. It felt good to be free of the damp dirty diaper. She showered carefully and sensually washing the area around her vagina with heavy suds, knowing from five years of being diapered full time that she could develop a rash. She got out of the shower, and for once, today, broke out of the daily trend of changing back into another diaper. The night before, Denise had dug out a few pairs of panties out of her storage trunk. She slipped on the panties with pride and examined her fully developed adult figure as it should be, and felt satisfied, aroused and proud all at the same time. It had been five years since she last wore these underwear and they still fit. The panties donned juvenile patterns of cupcakes, but regardless they seemed mature compared to the Attends that Denise typically wore during the day. she slipped on a sleek and sexy black skirt that advertised her lean, muscular and curvy figure. She wore a v-neck baby tee and army-style jacket. "lookin' good today, honey," Judith said. She then whispered, "Where is your protection." Denise turned red with humiliation and disgust. Her voice became clearly agitated and all the more juvenile, rife with young rebellion. In a bratty and childish voice she said, "Mom! I am not wearing diapers, they're diapers. That's what they are! Not Protection. I'm not wearing DIAPERS to school a-n-y-m-o-r-e." But unbeknown to Judith, Denise really meant it this time. This was the first time since the accident that Denise herself communicated being ready to leave the diapers behind. Jasmine looked on clearly making mocking faces. "If you wear regular underwear, you will make a mess," Jasmine said. You will embarrass yourself and more importantly you will embarrass me. You need you Pampers, ...baby." while Jasmine said the words Pampers and baby a subtle tingling in her belly gave her a mild euphoria. "Stop it!" Judith said. "Jasmine if you are so sick today, get your ass back to bed. I don't want to hear another word from you." "It's okay, honey, your sister gets a little bitchy sometimes," Judith said. It made Denise giggle that her mom said that. "Let's stay calm. I understand. You are free to make your own decisions and I respect that. I will, however, make a suggestion. How about wearing a Pull-up at least until you get used to knowing when it is time to get to the bathroom. "I promise, I will be fine." "Okay, I love you and I will be up in Trenton today doing field work. I will not be available on my cell phone until after 2 p.m." After everyone left, Jasmine went into the upstairs bathroom and the dirty diaper in the waste basket caught the corner of her eye. She picked it out and smelled her sisters ripe pee. Her rational mind told her to put it down, but she savored the stench. As her right hand held the diaper close to her face, subconsciously her left hand was pulling at her belt undoing the buttons and dropping her pants and panties. She rubbed her middle and index finger against the outside of her vagina and lowered the soaked diaper between her legs pulled forward the tapes and taped it closed. Unfortunately the tapes failed and the heavy diaper flopped down with a thud. Obsessed, Jasmine went into Denise's room and walked over to a pink and flowery dresser in the far corner. Opened the top drawer and neatly arrayed were Her big sisters diapers. she grabbed one of the bulky night diapers and took it with her to her own bedroom. ...to be continued