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"So you think you're going to go all the way?" Kayla shrugged, vaguely aware of the coversation she and her friend Sam were having. "I guess. He's been hounding me 24/7 lately. AND he's getting much more touchy than usual." "You think he's to good to try anything?" "Yeah, but who said he'd be the one doing it?" The two girls laughed as Sam turned off the freeway. They were just coming home from the movies and dinner, and were heading to Sam's house to chill out. Her parents were gone the entire weekend, so Sam had the entire weekend to do whatever she wanted. Kayla, of course, was going to do the same. "But still, if Jake does try anything, make sure he slips on a rubber. You don't want a pregnancy. You're parents would kill you!" "Yeah, whatever. They'd have a panic attack, but they have one of those everytime I do something." "All I'm saying is, be careful. A baby does nothing but ruin your life." "This whole conversation is meaningless. He probably won't try anything anyways. My boyfriend's to sweet for that." "Wow, you're lucky you have someone like Jake. I know for a fact that Tommy wants nothing more from me than to get in my pants." "No wonder he stays with you, you put out pretty easy." Sam glared at Kayla through the top of her sunglasses. Kayla smiled awkwardly. "That was a joke." ________________________________________________ After about two hours of hanging out, Sam came up with something to do. "So Ollie's having a big party at 9 tonight. Half of our class will be there. Want to go?" "Will there be...you know, booze?" Sam smiled schemingly. "Well, maybe a little." Kayla shook her head. "No, I shouldn't. I'm still recovering from last night's party. And my parents are on my back like a bitch. I better sit this one out." "Oh come on Kayla! You could invite Jake! You haven't been out together in forever. And besides, you don't HAVE to drink." Kayla furrowed her brow. "Ohh...fine. But you better make sure I don't get drunk!" "Oh come on Kayla, you can trust me. When have I ever let you down before?" ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Kayla stumbled through the hallway's of ollie's house, a Sminoff ice in her right hand and her left hand bracing the hallway. She was smashed out of her mind, probably more drunk then she had ever been. She finally found the bathroom door and opened it all the way. On the sink, a guy and a girl were half naked and grinding vigourously. She just walked in and grabbed the trash can. She vomited roughly, put the trash can down, and left the two lovers to their work. As she stumbled down the hallway, she realized the real reason she had to go to the bathroom; she had to pee. She wondered into the kitchen and saw her boyfriend Jake talking with a friend from school about sports. She walked up behind him and started to sloppily kiss him. He blushed as he finished his conversation. He turned to her as she downed the rest of the Smirnoff. "Kayla, how much have you had to drink?" "What does it matter? I can drink as much as I want!" She lavished the empty bottle in the air as she spoke. Jake took it from her. "Come on, we should go..." "I can't leave without Sam, she'll wonder where I am!" Kayla drunkenly proclaimed. Jake turned around and saw Sam and her boyfriend making out vigoursly. Secretly, he wondered if he was the only sober guy left at the party. "Eh...I don't think we'll have to worry about her..." "Well, let me use the bathroom first." She stumbled out of his grip and walked to the trash can. To his horror, she bent over it and began to piss herself, her jeans still on her. Everyone turned around and started to laugh. "Hey bro, I think it's about time you took you're girl home! She's as hammered as hell!" Ollie jokingly yelled across the room. Everyone contained laughing as Jake wrapped his towel around his now wet girlfriend. He picked her up and they both walked out the door. He put her down gently on the passenger seat and headed to his own. He sighed as he drove out of the driveway. He drove to his house and then stopped. Kayla rose from her seat as though she didn't understand what was happening. "Kayla, I don't think I should take you home. Not like this. I'll let you change first and then..." Suddenly, Kayla's warm lips planted on Jake's as she held him close in his embrace. Even though her breath smelled of alcohol, Jake couldn't help but feel excited. He grew an erection as Kayla half hazardly tried to take his shirt off. "Kayla no, we shouldn't be doing this. You're drunk, and I'm..." He stopped in his track as Kayla grabbed his throbbing penis. "Shh, baby...let's just do this the right way." She removed her shirt and bra at once and began to stroke his penis in her right hand. Despite his best efforts, Jake couldn't resist his male urges. Before he knew it, they were both completly naked, in the back seat, having sex. She was still urine soaked, but he didn't care. Between the sweat and sexual fluids coming from both of them, the urine hardly seemed to matter. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Kayla awoke from her sleep about 10 minutes after her and Jake had sex in the back of his car. He to was asleep, his arm wrapped around her naked body. Kayla paniced; she had to get home. Still really drunk and not thinking very well, Kayla slipped on her still damp panties and her shirt and hurried home. Her pants and bra stayed with Jake as a parting gift. Her house was only a few blocks from Jake's, but her drunkeness caused her to be lost most of the time. Finally, an hour after leaving Jake's car, Kayla stumbled upon her house. She was both tired and super drunk, and she was beginning to loose consciousness. Despit her best efforts, Kayla collasped on her driveway, her head hitting the driveway with a sickening thud. The last thing she felt as she hit the pavement was more urine feeling up her now soaked panties, and inklings of blood dripping from her head. And then, she was out cold.

**I know I should probably be focusing on finishing First Steps before I start a new story, but what can I say? Inspiration waits for no man! But rest assured, I haven't forgot about Sarah just yet. Just spliting my writing duties between stories, is all. Hope you enjoy!** ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kayla's eyes flashed open as a beam of light shone between her bedroom curtain. She looked at her clock. It was 1:30 in the afternoon. She repositioned herself and felt a squish. She reached down and touched her underwear. They, of course, were wet. Kayla sighed as she pulled herself to a sitting position. This was the fourth time in a row. Well, that's what you get for coming home drunk everynight. She stood up as she began to strip her bedsheets. It wasn't always like this; she used to be a good girl. High grades, never tardy, always polite. But at the tender age of 16, she had hit her rebellion phase. And now that it was summer, she could party more than ever. Almost every night, Kayla was at another friend's house, stealing booze from their parent's liquor supply and paying adults to get it for them. So far, they hadn't been caught. But now, Kayla had no excuse. The other five days were weekdays, so she had time to do the laundry before they got home. But now, they'd surly wonder why she was washing wet sheets. Kayla honestly didn't care. For the last year, she had been nothing but inconsiderate and rude to them. They knew she was troubled, but they couldn't find a way to fix things. They were slowly running out of options. Kayla crossed the hallway and entered the families one bathroom. That's one thing she hated about her house; three people under one roof sharing a single bathroom was ridiculous to her. She demanded to have her own, but of course her parents wouldn't give it to her. Fascists. Sarah stripped up her underwear, exposing her wet and cold buttocks. Next she took off her long and old T-shirt, which she always wore to bed. She powered on the shower and got to work cleaning her body. She shampooed her short blond hair, which fell neatly to her shoulders. Sone of the shampoo got into her green eyes, but she was careful to rinse them. She washed her moon like face, a kind of face that resembled one of an adult, but without all the roughness attained from years of stress and aging. Her baby fat still shown through. Next she lathered up her tight chest, which was at the peak of physical conditioning. She wasn't shockingly skinny, nor ridiculously fat. Just well toned. Next she moved down to her nether regions, one of the favorite parts of her body. She was quite proud of her bush, which indicated how advanced she was for her age. Her breasts were another factor in this; thankfully for her, all her outfits indicated how, "advanced" those were as well. She next moved to her legs, equally as well toned as her arms and chest. She was already starting a mild Summer Tan on her white skin. She cleaned her back and, finally, her bottom. Another "too soon" developed region of her body, finding a size of jeans big enough to contain them was quite a task. It wasn't huge, but it certainly stood out more than her chest. Thus, finding a pair of pants for her bigger hips took some time. She finally finished her shower and brushed her teeth. She put on some clothes, something that showed off her cleavage way to much. She then put on some earrings in her pierced ears, which she got without her parents permission of course. She walked down to the kitchen and made herself a sandwich. She was going to meet her friend Julie at 3:30 for a movie, so she ate light. "So Kayla, when did you come home last night?" Kayla's mom asked as she left the kitchen to go back to her room. "What does it matter to you?" "Kayla, tone. Don't talk to your mother like that." Kayla rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She looked down at her watch. 3:27. "I'm going to hang out at Julia's. Don't wait up." "Young lady, you didn't answer the quest-" she slammed the door before her father could finish. He saw his daughter enter her friend's car as she slowly drove away. He sighed. "What are we going to do with her..."

She decided it was about time to get up, so she rose from her bed. The diaper instantly dipped down as she stood up. The bottom was touching her theigh; if she was wearing pants, it would be hard not to notice the diaper. She felt dirty, and smelled terrible. However, she was hungry, and didn't feel like changing. She departed the room and headed for the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. She decided upon a couple omelletes and a glass of milk, and proceeded to make it. She loved how her diaper sprayed and the cool mush she felt from it. In time, she even forgot she had it on. After her breakfast, she went to go check on her sister. Since it was summer, it was Sarah's job to watch after her. She was still sound asleep. Sarah decided that then would be the time to change her diaper. She grabbed a towel and supplies and laid down underneath the towel on her bathroom floor. Now would be the hard part. She removed the tapes and let the crotch area fall down to the floor. The smell was horrendous. She arose from the diaper as some of the sticky mush left her bottom. She stuck her butt out in front of the mirror and got to work, clearing away all the poop from her backside. Once that was done, she started to clean her crotch area, which had a very strong urine smell. Finally, after 10 or so wipes, she folded up the poopy diaper and put it in a plastic bag to dispose of later. Right as she grabbed another pamper, Sarah heard a cry fromthe other room. Her baby sister was awake.

Furthur chapters are forthcoming, I'm just really busy with finals at the moment. But don't worry, there is more to come!

(This is an extremely short chapter, and not very well written. I wanted to give you a little something before I went off, but I couldn't manage to keep my brain in check. Thus, it'z crap. Enjoy!) Sarah awoke with the sun in her eyes as it cascaded through her open window. She felt comfortable, but...different. She sniffed the air and immediatly realized why...she was pooping herself! Not until she thought about it did she feel the sebsation in her backside. She hardly had to help; the poop was making its way out naturally. It spread across both butt cheeks as it shot out, and Sarah could feel bundles of the poop forming. It shot its way up her butt crack, and then to the waistband. She rotated her position to the right as she let put a loud fart. Another bundle began to ooze out. Sarah knew it wasn't over yet; she had a history of long and large amounts of poop, and a typical bowel movement would take about 10 minutes of on/off pooping. Hopefully, she could improve that as well. Sarah was surprised to find herself waking up againlater on. She must have fallen asleep mid poop! By then, it was already 10:30. Sarah turned around and touched the back of her diaper. It was super bulging, and it crossed her entire butt region. It was a little dry and caked on as well. But it felt so, so good.

Well for me, its easier to do short installments daily instead of one big installment every couple days.

Sarah woke up a mere two hours later, the desire to pee AND poop both strong. She wanted to push it out, but knew that she couldn't; she needed to let it come out naturally. She tossed and turned in her bed, uncomfortable and in pain from holding everything. Finally, about 1/2 an hour later, a shot of urine escaped from her bladder. This caused the rest of her bladder to get excited, and a stream started to exit. But half way through it stopped; it was like it knew it wasn't on a toiler, and refused to go anywhere else. Why wasn't that happening two years ago? The pain was even worse now, for pee was ready to escape. Finally, her bladder gave up as she began to pee her diaper fully. She was laying down, so she felt the pee coat her butt before being absorbed into the diaper. It felt amazing. She dudn't stop until 40 seconds later. By then, the diaper was bulging, as though it couldn't take up anymore. But the Pamper felt nice and wet as she rolled over to one side. She still had to poop pretty badly, and she hopped that position would help it come out. It didn't, for it was another hour before anything occurred. By then Sarah's stomach was cramping up, and making tons of noise. But then, she heard a loud fart as her stomach seemingly lost control. Poop began to push out but, midway through, stopped. She reached around and touched the little bulge sticking out of her butt crack. It was weird; her poop had never stopped midway like that. After a while, it broke off and collasped to the bottom of the diaper. However, Sarah still had to go; seemed like it would be more waiting for her. She laid back down on her back and felt the little piece of poop squish up against her butt, she smiled and decided to rest her eyes. When it comes, it comes.

Sarah's plan was simple; complete and utter loss of control. She would spend a month in diapers 24/7. She would perform all bathroom needs in her diaper, and would let it flow naturally. She would never push, or force anything out. It might be painful, but her body would get used to it. Sarah started summer vacation a week ago, so it would be the perfect time to do it. After a month of 24/7, she would return to underwear. Hopefully a month of no toilets would cause her body to just eject waste whenever the urge comes up. And if not, Sarah could always..."hurry" the process along. After all the accidents, Sarah's parents would have no choice but to put her back in diapers! Then she'd be treated with just as much love and attention as she got as a child. After two months, Sarah would have to go back to school. She'd re potty train herself, and that would be the end of it. The plan was perfect. Of course, she would need supplies. She already bought diapers and baby powder, but she needed something that could block the smell of poop, that way her parents wouldn't find out about her "accidents" prematurely. She looked online and found a vitamin supplement that would make feces smell relatively weak. There would still be a faint odor, but the diaper would mask up most of it. An entire bottle was only $20, so she ordered it. Shipping was free, but Sarah ordered Next Day Shipping, which costed another $10. Luckily, Sarah was a bit of a meiser, so she had plenty of money stored up on her debit card. After making her purchase, Sarah decided to go to bed; she removed her shirt and bra, and then took off her pants. She turned the lights off and crawled into bed. She heard a squelsh as she laid down. She turned the lights back on as she remembered something very important; she was in a very wet diaper. She should change first. She untaped the soggy diaper and placed it on the ground. She grabbed a couple wipes and went about cleaning up. She then grabbed the baby powder and spread it around her butt and crotch area. It was so uncomfortable doing it herself; she couldn't wait until someone else would do it for her instead. As she finished her diaper change, Sarah remembered another important thing; water. She went to her bathroom and filled up a cup with water. She chugged it down, and filled up another. And another. And another. She drank five glasses of water in preparation for another step; bedwetting. This would be the hardest one, because she had no history of wetting the bed. The way she figured it, she better get started. She walked back to her bed, uncomfortable and water logged. She turned the light off and quickly collasped into blissful sleep.

"So what did you go buy, Sarah?" her father asked between a bite of chicken leg. "I needed some more make up," Sarah answered hastily. Her dad just nodded as he took another bite of chicken leg. Sarah's family discussions were always like this; not much was said, mostly because everyone was enjoying their meal to much to talk. Sarah finished her dinner and retired to her room. On her walk up the stairs, she felt the urge to pee. That was good. She decided to watch some TV in her room and, half way through the show, the urge to pee grew stronger. At first Sarah tried not to think about it, but she found that to be hardy said than done. She felt like she was going to explode. But she would not push it out; that was not the way to go. She would hold out until it overcame her naturally. First, it was a trinkle, then a tiny stream, and finally a complete flow. She stuck her legs in the air as she let go; she thought it was fun to pee her diaper with her legs up in the air. However, she would have to stop it soon enough. She had to do her bodily functions naturally, or her plan wouldn't work. And she needed all the pieces to come together if she wanted to suceed.

(This is another short chapter, but I'll write more later. And if you notice a sense of briefness and detachment from this chapter, there's a reason for that. Stay tuned.) Sarah wondered if you could return diapers. She doubted it; return policies are strict, and disposable diapers can't be resold if open. She knew she fit into the biggest size of Pampers a couple years ago, but now? She wasn't sure. She decided to buy them anyways. But since she couldn't wait to put them on, Sarah decided just to put one on in the bathroom. She entered the bathroom with her bag and saw a women sitting on a toilet in one of the stalls. Public bathrooms were gross; Sarah was happy she would avoid those for a while. She entered the next stall and quietly opened the package of diapers. That was easier said than done, and Sarah knew the woman next to her heard the package open. But she didn't care; she probably didn't no the women anyways, and the woman hadn't seen anything but Sarah's legs. Sarah unfolded the diaper and sat on the toilet. There she put on the tapes nice and tight. She pulled her jeans back up and flushed the toilet. Maybe it would make the woman less inquisitive. She walked out of the store and began her 20 minute drive home. She wanted to buy the diapers out of town; there was a lower chance of encountering anyone she knew that way. About 10 minutes in, Sarah needed to pee. She just relaxed and let her self go. Going alone was much easier then when people were around. She would have to conqure that shyness soon enough. She arrived home and stuck the package into her backpack. Sarah walked up to her room and put the opened package of pampers under her bed. Her mother came to her room shortly after this and told her dinner was ready if she wanted some. After her mother left, Sarah lifted her shirt up until she could see the waistline of her pamper. She patted her stomach. Sure, she could use a bit to eat.

That was two years ago. Since then, Sarah hadn't had much time to think about diapers again. She dwelled on them a couple days after the sleepover, but it soon left her mind as she dealt with other teenage stresses. But then Sarah's mom made an announcement; she was pregnant. This caught Sarah by surprise; she'd been an only child since she was born. Now she had to adjust to sisterhood so late in life? Sarah was shooed, but life moved on. Two months before her seventeenth birthday, Sarah's sister Susan was born. For the first couple months, Sarah didn't do very much with Susan. I mean, what was there to do? She would watch her and hold her, but nothing more. But around the end of Sarah's junior year, Sarah's mom asked her to change Susan's diaper. Sarah hadn't touched a diaper in years, but she assumed nothing would come of it. But the moment she touched her baby sister's tiny diaper, a flood of emotions flushed over her. She was so stressed, so overworked. But there was her baby sister, careless as could be, not even having to worry about the bathroom. Sarah wanted that. And before she knew it, the desire to wear diapers flooded her once again. After changing the diaper, Sarah searched her purse for money and found a crisp 10 at the bottom. That would be fine. She told her parents she was going to the store, and would be back later. And with that, she jumped in her car and proceeded to the nearest store out of town. She knew what to do.

After breakfast, the girls were sent home. After saying her goodbye to her friends, Sarah entered her father's car. She heard a tiny crinkle as she sat on the seat, and once again remembered that she was in a diaper. After a mere day in diapers, Sarah had already grown used to them. The drive home was uneventful, as her parents asked her questions about the sleepover. Sarah answered them, but not in much detail. She was distracted in other things; for one, she had to pee again. Well she could have just dome it in her diaper, she was still a little self conscious of doing it near her parents. So she tried to hold it. She crossed her legs and squeezed them together, but to no avail. Sarah was about to explode. Right before the moment of release, Sarah's bladder automatically stopped. Despite the protection, peeing at that moment just felt wrong to Sarah. But her pee was still trying to come out. It was quite painful actually, as though Sarah had already started urinating but stopped halfway through. She looked up and saw her father looking at her strange; she hoped she wasn't making to much of a scene. Finally, her bladder finally released itself and Sarah began to wet her diaper. It felt refreshing and free, so much so that Sarah caught herself almost letting out a sigh of relief. She couldn't lie; wetting her diaper still felt fantastic. The way it absorbs the urine, how it sinks to the bottom of her butt and moistens her butt cheeks. It felt so good. However, Sarah was still scared. She hadn't had an accident in over 5 years; why was she starting now? She was just lucky she was wearing a diaper. Things could have been much worse. About five minutes later, Sarah arrived at her house. Her parents tried to talk to her, but she said she had to unpack. She ran up her stairs and locked her door. She took her clothes off and stood in front of the mirror in just her diaper. It was swollen and discolored, the sure signs it had been recently used. Sarah thought about taking it off, but decided against it. Who knew when she could find another diaper. She'd just wear it all day. She just had to be careful about not using it very often. She lasted for most of the day doing idle things; watching TV, unpacking, the works. Finally, it was dinner time, the one thing she was really looking forward to. She had eaten very little all day, and Katie's food never measured up to Sarah's mom's food. That night it was Spaghetti and Meatballs, and Sarah treated herself to a whopping three servings. Even her parents were surprised at the amount of food she had eaten that day. After dinner, she excused herself to her room to work on weekend homework. Of course, this turned into goofing off on Facebook. Around 10 o clock, a new sensation hit Sarah; she had to poop Sarah then remembered once again that she was wearing a diaper. Sarah harly remembered pooping in her diaper, or whether she enjoyed it or not. However, she felt very lazy that night. So with very little hesitation, Sarah let out a slight push in hopes of letting out her poop. Nothing. She tried harder, this time clenching her fist. Nothing. Sarah then arose to her chair and stood right in front of her closent mirror. She hunched over slightly and pushed once again. All that came out were a bunch of tiny farts. However, that made the feeling go away. Maybe it was just gas the whole time. Sarah looked at her watch and read "10:43.". She yawned and realized it was bedtime. Sarah removed her shirt, bra, and jeans, leaving herself only in a diaper. She laid down on the bed and slid that down to her ankles as well. She always slept in the nude, and thought she should wipe herself down before going to bed. But before she knew it, she was fast asleep. She woke up moments later to an intense pain in her stomach and bladder. She had to use the bathroom, and bad. To her horror, a steady stream of pee was coming out of her and soaking the bed. She quickly pulled her diaper up and did the tapes right quick. Her reflexes were fast enough that she was able to catch most of the pee in the diaper. Still, there was a pretty big urine stain on the bed. She let herself finish and then looked down at her diaper. It was near overflowing. She needed to get out of it, and fast. She looked under her bed and found some wipes she used to clean her hands with. She pulled a couple out and laid them by her bed side table. She lifted her legs high in the air in preparation for the solo diaper change. But at that moment, Sarah remembered the other thing she had to do when she woke up. A wet fart came out of Sarah, and she pushed her butt up higher in the air as she felt the mush escape from her backside. More and more kept coming out, as 48 hours of waste escaped her backside. The whole time, Sarah kept her butt high in the air, afraid of what would happen if she put it down on the bed. It took about five minutes for everything to come out and, by then, the room smelled horrible. Sarah could clearly see the huge brown bulge gathered near the bottom of her butt. She then lowered her legs, theighs, and finally her butt on her bed. The poop spread around her buttchecks, all the way from the base of the crotch to the edges of the diapers waistline. Sarah felt wet, mushy, smelly, and overstuffed. And yet, she never felt better.

After another minute of mirror starring, Sarah decided to put her pajamas on. She thought about taking the diaper off, but realized Katie or one of the other girls might see it, and decided against it. She slipped on her sweats and T-Shirt, exited the bathroom, and went to sleep on one of the sleeping bags laid out in the room. Sarah woke up early the next day with her bladder about to burst. She turned around and looked at the clock in Katie's room; it read 5:17 AM. The other girls wouldn't probably be up for another couple hours. She decided to let go and began to pee in her diaper. She felt the steady stream hit the bottom of her already wet diaper and make her feel even more wet. She shifted her position, and began to urinate in the crotch area. However, Sarah severly misgauged how much she had to pee. After she was done, she looked down and saw, to her horror, a large dark spot on her pants. She had leaked; quite badly in fact. Thankfully, the sleeping bag was spared. She got up from the sleeping bag and tip toed into the bathroom. She removed her clothing and untapped the diaper. It fell to the ground with a thud. She then hopped in the shower and ckeaned up all over. After a whole night in a wet diaper, she really needed it. She dryed up and looked through her bag for a pair of underwear. She dreamed about putting on another diaper, but knew she couldn't. But the desire over took her, and she decided to sneak into Katie's little sisters room and retrieve one. In just a towel, Sarah opened the door slightly; the rest of the girls were still sound asleep. She tip toed out the hall and into Katie's sisters open door. She treaded with caution, fearful the four year old girl would wake up. But luckily, the girl was a sound sleeper as well. Sarah grabbed one of the diapers and rushed out of the room. Her prize in hand, Sarah returned to the bathroom and prepared for the day.

"What's wrong, Sarah?" Sarah blinked, not even realizing her friend's were talking to her. She looked around, trying to remember where she was. Her friend's started laughing. "You do that all the time, Sarah! What the hell are you even thinking about?" Katie said, still giggling a little. "I don't remember," Sarah touched the bottom of her chin, "but whatever it was, it must have been important,...right?" Her friends started laughing again. "Sarah, you're such a dork sometimes.". Katie gave her a card. "Here, it's your turn. We're playing truth or dare, remember?" Sarah glowered. "Yeah, I remembered. Sheesh, I was daydreaming, not camatose." She turned the card over and the other four girls smiled. Embossed on the card in capital letters was the word "DARE." "Ah, Dare. No one has got that card yet. This is going to be fun," Katie said with a slight smile. She looked around the room for a moment, and inspiration finally struck her. "Okay Sarah. I dare you to to put on one of my sisters diapers!" The slight smile transformed into a full blown one. "What? I can't do that, you're sisters diapers are to small for me. Besides, how am I suppossed to get one of those without you're mother noticing?" "Well now that you mention it,". Sarah turned around and starting digging through her schoolbag, "I snagged one this afternoon for this very occasion. And better yet," Katie threw the diaper at Sarah, "It's the biggest size out there. I think it will fit your slender hips just fine.". The girls began to laugh again "You planned this from the beginning?!" Sarah scowled. "Hey, that's why I choose to use the cards anyways. It was only a matter of time before someone got the Dare card when I got to choose. It just happened to be you. Now get in the bathroom and change!" Sarah got up and proceeded to Katie's bathroom. She playfully stuck her tongue out as she closed the door. She heard the girls giggling behing it. Sarah shuffled herself to the middle of the bathroom, smack dab in the center of the mirror. How comical would this be? A 15 year old girl such as herself dressed in diapers. Unlike most, Sarah remembered a significant portion of her diapered years. She didn't completly get the hang of potty training until she was seven and, although she remembered those times pretty fondly, she started using the toilet and never looked back. But Sarah thought, "What's the harm in putting one on? You're not going to do anything in it, and it will give the girls a laugh. So why not?" Sarah was an outgoing person, one who always tried to do new and different things. And well this wasn't completly new to her, it was certainly differenf. So she unbuttoned her jeans and slid her panties down to her ankles. She also removed her shirt, knowing putting on the diaper would be easier without it. She stared at herself in the mirror in only a bra and socks. Her tanned skin fused well with her olive skin body, and her well toned arms confirmed she was one well versed in athletics. Her brown hair slid down to her shoulders in wavy curves. Sarah was a very self confident girl, and always took great confidence in her looks. She turned around and looked at her butt, jiggling it around a little. Her other "assets," as her mom called them, were pretty good to boot. Both her breasts and her butt were round and perfect size. She was the cheerleader of every hormone driven male's fantasy. And she wondered how much the diaper would change that. Would she look different, less "developed for her age? Or would she look the same, but just a bit poofier under the belt? She took in a breath as she unfolded the diaoer and laid it on the tile floor. Might as well find ouf now. She laid her butt down on the diaper and already felt different. She started to remember the diaper changes with her mom, the smell of baby powder and the gentle sound of crinkles erupting from her diaper. She smiled as she taped up her diapers. Those were good times. She got up and observed herself in the mirror. She looked relatively the same, but she felt different. More calm. At ease. As though there was nothing else to her life then her and that diaper. She shifted and heard a light crinkle. Despite being the biggest size, the diaper was still very tight on her. But she kind of liked that feeling; it made her feel as though she was wrapped up tight in a warm blanket. Before Sarah knew it, she begin to fall in love with her diaper. She heard a knock on the door and jumped in the air. "Sarah, hurry up! We want to countinue the game!" Katie yelled through the door. Sarah slipped her shirt back on and turned the knob. There waiting were the four girls. They immediatly burst out laughing. "What, do I look weird?" She turned around and showed them her diapered butt. "No," Katie said in between laughs,"you actually look really cute in them. It's just you're the last person I'd imagine in a diaper!". They laughed for about a minute longer and, wiping her eyes, Katie pointed to the door. "Alright, that's enough. You can go ahead and change back. Just throw the diaper away; you've stretched it oit and the tapes are probably unusable." Katie and the other girls were still chuckling quietly as Sarah closed the door. Sarah began to untape the first tape as a thought struck her; why not keep it on a little longer? See how it is to wear one over an extended period of time. The other girls wouldn't notice, and this way she could see what a baby felt like all the time. She fastened the tape back on and slid her jeans up. She looked a little poofy, but the other girls wouldn't notice. She walked back into Katie's room and they finished up there game of Truth or Dare. The rest of the game was pretty standard; it seemed Katie's only curveball was the diaper. After the game, the five girls gathered around Katie's TV and decided to watch 13 Going on 30. Towards the end of the film, Sarah had to pee. But she didn't want to pause the film, and she didn't want to miss anything either. She decided to hold it in. About 10 minutes later, Sarah's bladder was ready to explode. She was going to go to the bathroom, whether the movie was finished or not. Right as she was getting up, Sarah felt some pee begin to squirt out of her. She began to panic, thinking she was about to wet her jeans. But Sarah felt the pee suddenly being absorbed, and then remembered she was wearing a diaper. She totally forgot! As though her bladder processed this fact too, Sarah began to thoroughly wet herself. It ran all the way down, towards the bottom of her butt crack. She then felt it pool at the bottom of her crotch. She had to pee more than she thought. She feared she had leaked for a minute, but noticed no wet spots. The diaper held out remarkably well. After the film, the girls decided to go to bed. Katie three Sarah her bag as the girls began to strip down into their pajamas. Knowing she couldn't show the girls her diapered state, Sarah excused herself into the restroom. There, she removed her clothing and stood in front of the mirror in just her diaper. It was clearly soiled, light yellow in most places and sagging down lower than before. Sarah loved it. She didn't even know how to explain it; it just felt right. It just felt right.

***After some suggestions from readers, I've decided to start this story over again. Made a few changes that I hope you enjoy. Part I: Prologue "Sarah, what's wrong?" Sarah looked up, tears of shame glistening in her eyes. Her mother sniffed the air and quickly caught on. She sighed and picked up the six year old girl. "Well this is strike three, kiddo. You're going back in diapers for a while. But don't worry, you'll get the hang of it. You won't be in diapers forever." You won't be in diapers forever...