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I. My face, deep red with a combination of embarrassment and tears, was on full display, the rest of my body fully moving in momentum to my locked-tight wrist, which was firmly in the grasp of the supervising party in my life, my Mommy, who’s infuriated look pulling me along said all anyone needed to know. I could have whined, I could have done anything, but I felt…paralyzed. Things like this had happened so much in my life lately that I didn’t know what else to do. I just more or less marched along, I didn’t know what else to do. It was so embarrassing. I wanted to be anywhere but here, but here I was, unable to leave. It'd have been embarrassing enough if I was only in trouble. Making this whole thing even worse was what was around my waist. My bottom? Covered in poop. I had a diaper on, sure, but still, anyone within a 10000000 mile radius could smell it. It had a huge blowout, there were messy streaks going down my previously-pristine leggings. It looked every bit as bad as I smelled. It wasn’t the first time I had one of these, but for whatever reason, this was different. I’d even had poopy blowouts in the mall before; today, I was just on a heater. Tantrums, all of that. At this point, I didn’t even care, and I figured that if this was how I was going to be treated, I might as well give Mommy what she wanted. We were a sight for anyone who bothered to pay attention; my Auntie Stef walked at a steady distance behind, carrying my “older” sister, who, judging from this whole scene, had clearly passed me in the maturity department. “Unbelievable, just unbelievable, I’m at a complete loss for words,” Mommy bemoaned aloud, targeted at an audience of one, “all this, all this…embarrassment for Mommy, all because of a poopy diaper, a poopy diaper!” This end of the statement drew a few curious stares, but Mommy was undeterred. “A poopy diaper baby, you’ve ruined the day for all of us, and especially your sister, all because of a damn poopy diaper, something I think we see more than once per day? I don’t get it, I really don’t.” Mommy was scary when she was upset because there were bits of calm mixed into the inner seas of her volcanic temper. “You just think you’re going to get to watch Gabby’s Dollhouse when your sister does when we’re home, well, you’ve got another thing coming, Missy. You’ll be lucky if you’re able to leave your playpen all week after this little display, ughh!” Mommy started again, before once again showcasing the madness of it all, “…all because of a poopy diaper, unbelievable, even your sister doesn’t melt down like this because of an accident, and she’s expected to use the potty; you’re not, you go in your diapers, ugh, just unbelievable.” I just tried to move fast in my complicated waddling state, my legs uncomfortably mixed with my own fecal matter, all while reflecting on the current events. Seeing my sister really surpass me and take her rightful spot as the older kid in the house, it just set me off.. It wasn’t fair, she got to have her ears pierced, and I had to watch! What should have been a delightful rite of passage for my sister, Mommy, and Auntie Stef, quickly devolved into my own tantrum on the floor of Claire’s shortly afterwards, to the delight of no one. Compounding it all was the fact that in the middle of this tantrum, I had made a runny poopy in my diaper, making a further mess even worse by throwing myself on my bottom in the middle of it all. All because I was supposed to watch the other three shop for my sister. I didn’t want to watch this! I just wanted to be anywhere else; or my own ears pierced. How dare they! As I was dragged across the mall floor by Mommy towards the family bathrooms, I snapped back into reality. I’d been falling into these mindsets more and more lately, which was concerning, but probably was something I’d better become more used to. I didn’t know when I’d ever be out of this treatment, if ever, so maybe I’d better just start giving into the end of the rainbow more; I didn’t know where this was ultimately headed. I’m a little conflicted though; on one hand, this was my present and indefinite future reality, which thought this was what I always wanted, and I should be ecstatic, but on the other hand, this was my present and indefinite future reality, and it was embarrassing mostly and other times cringe worthy. It truly had become a textbook case of “be careful what you wish for”, forced into this due to my own missteps, unlikely to ever leave, at least anytime soon. As simple as my life had become, it was equally complemented by perceived complication. We finally got near a familiar sight, the family restroom sign pointed a direction that our destination was nearby. I was surprised Mommy took this detour; but then, why would she need to get the car seats poopy and make my Auntie Stef’s car stinky if she didn’t have to. Maybe, I guess, I didn’t know. Just guesses, my time for planning and those sorts of things had gone out the window a long time ago. Just as I was hoping for something uneventful, we turned the corner to the family restroom and…it was “out of order”. “Hmmm,” Mommy looked at Auntie Stef, “any ideas?” “Let’s just take everyone to the ladies room, I’ll take Amelia potty while you can take care of Courtney’s poopy diaper, there’s a place to change her there,” Auntie Stef informed her. “Alright, ladies room it is,” Mommy still seemed annoyed, but obviously not with her sister. We once again were off at Mommy’s brisk pace. Thankfully, the ladies room wasn’t too far away. I wasn’t too sure though, I didn’t like the fact that this was much more public than the family restroom we originally were going to use. As we went in the doorway, Auntie Stef took my sister, “want to go to the big girl potty with Auntie?” “Mmhmm,” I heard Amelia say. “Alright, we’ll meet you out here when we’re done, see you soon,” Mommy smiled and kissed Amelia, before turning towards our destination. Mommy pulled me towards a back corner, where there were several changing tables, built in to the counters, each separated into different changing areas by a dividing wall, but set up in a way that multiple changes could take place simultaneously. As we approached, I saw another mom starting a similar job with her own toddler, who sounded about as thrilled as I was to have their diaper changed. I was still a crying, teary mess, so I had no room to talk. Mommy walked to the table next to the occupied one, setting down her brioche diaper backpack on a space behind the changing table. She moved my hand from her vice grip to around a metal rod by the structure, leaving me to stand awkwardly while she took everything out. A new diaper, a travel case of wipes, a changing pad, new clothes, nothing was spared; she even took out hand sanitizer for herself for after the change was done. Like I said, very prepared. As I stood there awkwardly, alternating my glances between Mommy’s pretty brioche Petunia Pickle Bottom bag and the environment around us. As I glanced, the other mom looked over, giving us both a half smile, before doing a bit of a double take at me. At 5’6”, I wasn’t the typical baby having my diaper changed.Soon, I felt Mommy pushing me towards the table, her immense strength overpowering me, “Up,” was all she said. As I moved my poopy bottom towards salvation, I noticed Mommy making a smile to the other mom who was looking at us. “Poopy diapers, doesn’t matter how big the baby, always gonna be poopy diapers, am I right? Just when I thought I had both of my girls out of diapers, this one decided her journey in them didn’t want to be over, and here we are!” Mommy said in a feigned exasperation of catharsis. “Oh I can relate to that!” I heard the other mom say, “when her brother was born,” she began telling Mommy, motioning to the toddler she was changing, “she decided to cancel her own potty training, and I’ve got two loads of poopy diapers to change now! Gotta love motherhood!” “Have lots of babies, they said…” Mommy began and laughed, to which the other mom laughed too. She pulled back my sodden leggings and began the dirty work. As she pulled them down my dirty legs, she pulled out a plastic bag, rolling the leggings into the bag, tying it shut, and walking over, past the other relatable mom. Mommy quickly tossed it away, there was no reusing of it, not in any known universe. “Looks like a code brown and a half,” I heard the other mom say. “Like I said, just another day,” Mommy laughed, coming back to find me, “it’s why they sell clothes right?” As Mommy began pulling out wipes, the other mom must have finished, I heard her say goodbye, and Mommy happily bid her adieu. I always found mommies/moms to be such strange individuals. They were the only people I knew who could exchange pleasantries while being wrist deep in poopy. I guess it was a labor of love or something sappy. “Phew, phewwie, you stink stinkyyy,” Mommy teased somewhat melancholy; I think she’d rather be doing anything but this right now, especially given her current state of furor. Before taking on the diaper, she ran a series of wipes up and down my legs, cleaning off the blowout aftermath, putting the wipes in another plastic bag she’d popped out. Soon after, she opened the diaper, revealing the mess that necessitated this visit in the first place. “Yucky wucky, you’re so stinky, inky,” she teased, taking on the unenvious task of cleaning my diaper area. As mad as she could get at me, diaper changes were always pleasant, Mommy made them fun, no matter how many she did. She made baby noises, Mommy noises, in exaggerated tones throughout the entirety of the charge. Prior to Amelia using the potty, Mommy was just the same. A real natural, one could not argue.I knew I was really in for it when I got home, but for this moment in time, Mommy made me forget about it, as brief a reprieve as it might be. The cool wipes moved across my bottom, up the crack, over and over. Across my little peepee, which by this point was very much unusable except to potty, and all over the rest. A large cloud of baby powder soon followed, as did a dollop of rash cream. Soon, Mommy lifted me, sliding another diaper underneath me, taping it up. Mommy then took out a khaki skirt, pulling it up my legs. It matched my purple Gabby’s Dollhiuse shirt, I was impressed. “All done, Princess,” Mommy looked at me, putting the wipes into the used diaper and taping it up;, “lay there so Mommy can pack all your diaper goodies up.” Mommy squirted hand sanitizer on her hands, and began rubbing them as she looked at the landscape. She put the wipes container back, the powder and cream back, and then had me get off the table while she put the changing pad away. She slung the brioche bag on her shoulder, taking the used diaper in one hand and my hand in another. As we walked towards a garbage can, another mom came in, babies in tow. She and Mommy made eye contact, each shaking their heads and exchanging a laugh. Mommy tossed my used diaper out, and led me out towards the mall, where Amelia and Auntie Stef were waiting. “Looks like you got that solved,” Auntie Stef chuckled. “All in a mom’s work, right?” Mommy said lightheartedly. “Of course, nice choice too, she’s really rocking that diaper, isn’t she?” Stef asked. “You better believe it, you know she loves it, doesn’t she? Doesn’t she?” Mommy teased. I just got red and embarrassed. Aunt Stef was right, I was “rocking” my diaper. My skirt was really short, the bottom peaked out, and when I raised my arms the teeniest bit, the diaper stuck out the top. Anyone could see it, anyone within ear shot could notice it. “Well, let’s go home, we’ll get Amelia a frosty and us some lunch, and we can take it home and eat it; I’d love to eat in, but we need to get the baby down for her afternoon nap, she’s kind of cranky, if you couldn’t tell,” Mommy said in a mocking tone, to which the two laughed. Amelia gave a cute laugh of her own, but I think it was mostly to humor the adults. Off we went, Mommy holding my hand and pulling me, Aunt Stef carrying my sister. Two different directions, me pulled towards perpetual and infinite babydom, my sister pushed to higher and higher heights. I was overwhelmed, and so deeply conflicted. As we made it out to Auntie Stef’s Highlander, a dark and extended reality began to settle on me that I would never escape. As I was buckled in my car seat, I began to sob, beginning to process the day that this ear piercing adventure had wrought. “Oh Courtney, it’s ok, you’re just tired baby,” Mommy tried to console me, handing me a bottle, “drink some milkies, and enjoy the ride; Mommy will carry you in at home if you fall asleep, you’ve had a long day Princess.” I took the bottle and began to suckle down the bitter pill my life had swallowed. It wasn’t always this way, but it looked like it was going to be moving forward. As I began to doze and take it in, I thought about it all, and how I had no one else but myself to blame.

Another addition to my "Ashley's House" story line! This addition is different from the other two, which are linked below,

Chapter 1: Intruder The sun was setting behind the surrounding buildings as Mark Jones walked down the sidewalk, trying not to draw attention to himself. He wanted to select a possible target for that very night. His mission was to obtain valuables but without taking too much risk. "No matter what, I'm going to be part of that gang," he thought as he started to elucidate which of the houses seemed to have the fewest occupants. He was referring to a group led by someone named Danny "The Dog". Mark had made contact with a member of the gang and the day before managed to arrange a meeting with the leader. The first impression was that Danny was capable of hand-to-hand combat with anyone and come out on top. He was full of tattoos and no doubt you would have to impress him a lot to get him to accept you as a member. "If you want to work with us you have to bring something of value first. If you don't have anything you'll have to 'borrow' it from someone else, you understand...", he told Mark, just before giving him a 48-hour deadline if he didn't want to lose his only chance. Just when the sun could no longer be seen Mark chose an elegant house to sneak into in a few hours. He didn't know exactly who lived there, but knowing that the neighborhood was one of elderly couples or widows living alone he knew it wouldn't be too difficult or dangerous. It was a wealthy area by his standards. It wasn't so far from his own apartment that he wouldn't know how to get away from it quickly, but he wasn't a regular on those streets either, so no one would be able to recognize him easily. He knew that being part of a gang was wrong, but he also knew that this way he would be able to make more money than with his stupid office job or any other job he could get. His apartment rent was already going through the roof, so somehow he needed to get extra money. He could do petty theft on his own but being part of a larger organization the figures were going to be bigger and more consistent. His plan for that night was to steal a couple of really valuable items to impress Danny "The Dog". He wouldn't use any weapons, so if he got caught he would get less jail time. He would just break into the house, extract a couple of pieces of jewelry and leave through the back door. Mark began to sweat as midnight approached. The idea of stealing made him a little nervous, but if he wanted to be a gang member it was the least he should be willing to do. He drank a whole bottle of water, a little to hydrate himself and a little to contain his anxiety. He threw the empty bottle in a trash can and started walking back towards the selected target. It started to get a little chilly and he wasn't wearing a sweater, but he didn't want to warm himself with his arms so as not to attract the attention of anyone who might be watching from behind the windows. Almost all the households seemed to have gone to sleep. He passed a couple of young women who had taken their dogs for a walk, but didn't look at them. To his chagrin, Mark began to shiver. His anxiety was starting to get the better of him, he was afraid that his plan would go wrong even if he didn't want to admit it. He started repeating in his mind a self-help message to calm himself down: "you are strong, you are a man, you can do it, you are strong". Although in fact he knew that he was too thin and that he should have hit the gym a long time ago to lift weights. Perhaps his laziness had led him to not be popular with women. But it didn't matter, because once he became a gang member he would have all the women he wanted. He would have women by the dozens, and they would all be the hottest in town. He finally arrived at the right house. It had nothing special, a porch, windows with glass and white shutters, ochre walls. Nothing out of the ordinary. But something told him that this was the ideal location to achieve his goal. He was convinced that getting into that house would change his life forever. This would turn out to be true, but not in the way he expected. Of course he wasn't going to be so foolish as to enter through the front door. He headed for one of the side windows, trying not to step on any plants or make any noise. As he reached the window he briefly observed his reflection in the glass: his out-of-control brown hair, his pale face, his skinny arms. "As soon as Danny accepts me as a member I'm going to hit the gym. That way no one will take me totally seriously as a gang member," he thought. He tried to open the window, but it was closed. He tried the others but they were impossible to open. He became even more nervous, fearing that someone had seen him and was calling the police at that very moment. He changed his plans: he would enter through the back door. He pulled his little tweezers out of his pocket and picked the lock. He finally managed to get into the property. "So what now," he muttered and then regretted making unnecessary noise. Mark tried to navigate the house making as little noise as possible. When he reached what he thought was the living room (he couldn't tell because it was darker than he had thought), he discovered a cabinet and began to open the drawers to steal whatever was inside. He was glad because he felt that his fingers had touched some kind of necklace that seemed to be made of gold. Just as he was putting the necklace in a bag he thought he heard a noise. "Someone must have woken up," he said to himself. He thought about running out the back door, but he felt he needed something else to offer Danny. He needed a little more time and his goal would be accomplished. Hearing no more noises he calmed down and set out to move ahead. But he didn't take another step. The living room lights came on and suddenly a gray-haired woman appeared. She was holding a rifle. -Who the hell are you?- cried the woman, who at first glance appeared to be about 70 years old. But Mark didn't answer because he was filled with fear at the gun pointed at him. -Throw down that thing you grabbed and get down on your knees or else I'll shoot you," the woman continued shouting. Mark was petrified. His plan had gone horribly wrong. Now he had a chance of going to jail. The old woman continued to point at him. Mark threw down the bag with the necklace but did not kneel. His legs did not answer him. The woman rattled the trigger of her rifle to scare him. Suddenly something even more unexpected happened. A stream began to run down Mark's crotch. His underpants became damp. Without realizing it, he had peed himself. The owner of the house began to laugh in his face, her lips full of red lipstick accentuating the laughter. He began to cry. He didn't understand what was going on. Everything had turned out much worse than he had expected. The woman laughed even harder at his tears and said: -You look like a peeing, crying baby. I've suffered from intruders before and none were as pathetic as you. The woman introduced herself as Susan and asked him why he had invaded her home. He stammered back, begging for forgiveness. He told her about his idea to become a gang member. -You? A gang member? You wouldn't last an hour. Believe me, my late husband was a policeman and I know very well how gangs operate. I don't remember them ever accepting people who do it in their pants," she giggled again, but this time it was followed by a yawn. Mark had certainly interrupted her sleep. -Please," Mark pleaded, "don't call the police. I'll make it up to you any way I can, I'll mow your lawn if I have to," he said through tears. -Oh, don't worry," she replied, "I've got something better in mind for you”. She took him by the hand and they walked into a room with a couch, bookshelves and a closet. Mark sensed the wetness in his crotch and it reminded him of the shame of having peed on himself. Mrs. Susan opened the closet. "What's she going to get out of there?", Mark wondered. Maybe it was boxer shorts and a clean pair of pants that he could change into. Maybe it would all be over quickly. He would change, apologize again and promise never to break into someone else's house again. Susan opened a drawer and took out something white. Mark couldn't believe what he was seeing: what the lady had grabbed were adult diapers. -No, there's no way I'm going to wear that," he exclaimed, despairing at the idea. -Of course you are, young man. You can't wear your wet clothes. If you keep whining you're going to leave me no choice but to call the police," she grinned, "I'm sure they're going to think you're cute when they realize that you pee your pants like a toddler. Mark was horrified at the thought of the cops making fun of him and his wet underpants. He had no choice but to take Mrs. Susan by the hand and walk up the stairs with her. They walked to a room in the middle of the hallway. Before opening the door, Mrs. Susan pointed to the large diapers she kept under her arm and commented, "You never know, especially at this age, when you might need one of these. Luckily I don't need them yet. You're fortunate, since that means they're available for you". After saying this she opened the door. Mark could not believe his eyes. It was nothing less than a nursery. There was a crib and a changing table next to it. Both were not his size but were quite large. Susan explained that it was the room she had reserved years ago for her first and only grandchild. Now he was grown and in elementary school, but out of nostalgia and idleness she had never remodeled the room and had left it as it was. She pointed to the changing table. Mark couldn't believe what was happening, but he didn't have much choice. He didn't want to risk angering the lady of the house and provoking her into calling 911. He lay down on the table and closed his eyes, hoping that everything would go as quickly as possible. Already with his eyes closed he could feel Susan removing first his wet pants and then his underwear. Out of sheer anxiety he opened his eyes and saw how the lady was taking out some wipes to clean him. Embarrassment made him close his eyes tighter, as if that would change anything. "Don't worry, you'll be dry in no time," she said, and somehow instead of comforting him this made him even more distressed. He was supposed to become a tough gangster, not a baby who needed to be changed! He tried to hold back tears as a last-ditch effort to preserve his dignity. He concentrated so hard on not letting any tears escape that he didn't notice when Susan fastened the tapes on his diaper. "There," she said, with a smile. She was pleased with her work. Then she yawned and said: -I'm so tired, I want to go back to sleep. Why don't you go to sleep too? But don't think you're going to get away with this. We still need to talk about your actions, young man. Mark replied, "Okay, where am I going to sleep?". It should have been obvious, but he was still surprised when Susan pointed her head toward the crib. -No, no, no way," Mark was tired of such humiliation. He'd had enough. "Just give me my pants and I'm going home. You're never going to see me again in your life." But she flatly refused. "Listen, your pants need to be washed and we're already in the wee hours of the morning. Just get some sleep and tomorrow we'll see." She didn't give much chance to respond. She smiled like the tender grandmother she was ( aside from the use of the rifle), turned around and before closing the door wished goodnight to her beloved intruder, who had been left dressed only in a T-shirt and his diapers. Resigned, Mark climbed into the crib and tried to get comfortable, although the space was too small for him. As he tried to ignore the humiliating feeling of the diapers, he pondered what had gone wrong with his plan. Thinking about this and looking to find an excuse for the gang leader, he gradually fell asleep. TO BE CONTINUED

I know there are plenty of posts about getting caught here. Nevertheless, I am interested if you have ever been caught by your neighbors and how they reacted? Some also make a large Durcheinender in your diaper since you have already been caught because of the smell? The same applies to family members and friends. What I am also interested in if you have an ABDL Lifestyle who have you told? Because it's hard to keep it a secret. I will start. My mother often caught me in diapers and clothes but she doesn't talk about it but she didn't think it was okay. My aunt knows it too, she didn't like it at first, she caught me too, I explained everything to her and then she saw it neutrally but avoided talking about it.

Author's notes: - For this story I only wrote a prologue. If there's any interest, I will try continuing this one. - This story is not set in the US, which means that holidays and so on may sound a little off for the majority of readers. Just roll with it. ====== Prologue : Caught ------------------- It was the middle of autumn and the first week off for college and university. It was a veritable exodus of students all rushing to go home for Halloween break, including Lynn's two housemates Madison and Peony. Lynn herself didn't really have any need to do so. Her parents lived a lot closer, making it convenient for her to occasionally go home during a weekend here and there. Not this weekend, though. She had made plans, having the whole house to herself with her housemates gone for a week. The kind of things you could only do with no-one around. She was excited and eager to start. The front door opened, bringing in a gust of chill autumn air along with Peony's windswept hair. Lynn giggled and took a step toward Peony to help, but she was already stroking back her hair and tucking it behind her ears, smiling as she began unbuttoning her long coat. When she saw Lynn she let out het contentment. "Vacation at last," she said. "Technically, vacation starts on monday," Madison interrupted as she descended the stairs. She took every step slowly and carefully, being forced to carry her luggage before she could plop it down on the floor and roll it after her. Madison had been waiting for Peony to get home. They had agreed to depart together, seeing as they both needed to take the same train and given that Peony's last class ended rather late in the day, they would also avoid the busiest moments at the train station. And that suited both of them quite well. It did not suit Lynn though. She had been preparing for her friends to leave for the last two weeks, getting all the supplies she needed to fully enjoy her time alone in the house. They were still tucked neatly in the back of her wardrobe, but she'd had a hard time leaving them there all day. Her fingers were itching to grab them, and itching hard enough to distract her from everything else she had planned to keep herself occupied throughout the day. Like going over this week's classes and doing repeat exercises. Peony had prepared her bags last night and they were waiting for her in the living room. She gave them a glance and then headed upstairs, shouting at Madison. "Technically, I'm going to freshen up and then we can go." Madison smiled after her before she asked Lynn: "so, what do you have planned?" "Oh just studying and going home on tuesday," she blurted out to keep herself from blushing. Naturally it came out to forcefully, making Madison raise an eyebrow at her, which in turn made her blush anyway. She looked down. It was hard not to be embarrassed by what she had planned, even though she would be all alone. It just wasn't something that someone who was pretty much an adult should be eager about. "Well, just have some fun, alright?" Madison said with a slight smile on her lips, like she knew exactly what Lynn had planned. Lynn felt lightning go through her back and she shuddered, but before Madison could say anything Peony came bounding down the stairs, cheerfully calling "I'm ready." She had a smile on her face, her curly hair tied behind her head to avoid the same mess she had walked in with. "Ready, Mads?" She asked. "You betcha," Madison said with a last glance at Lynn. They grabbed their coats and before Lynn well realized it, she was standing in the doorway to the living room. All alone in the house they had rented for the year. She blinked, a bit flabberghasted at how much her heart was beating nervously in her throat. She stood looking at the front door for ten more minutes, scared that Peony and Madison would come walking back through that door. Slowly she took her first step toward the stairs. And then another, and another. On the stairs she threw a last look back at the front door and then deliberately kept a normal pace, allowing herself for a few moment to really long for that feeling between her legs. Her bedroom was large with a classical looking wardrobe that occupied the wall next to her full-sized bed. Her working desk, as large a one as she could get in there, stood on the wall opposite the bed. It was stacked with books, both for her studies and just to read. Her laptop stood waiting for her in the middle of her desk. She would grab that later. For now, she stood in front of her wardrobe, holding the handles while her fingers trembled slightly. She pulled the large wooden doors open and pulled out the strategically placed blanket to reveal her underwear for the next few days. It was a pack of adult diapers. She'd gone out of her way to go to pharmacy in a place she normally never visited and then had to go back the next day to pick up the pack she had ordered. They'd been carefully hidden in her backpack, but she had still feared being discovered by someone who looked at her. Even now, she had to swallow at the thought. There was no need to be scared of course, the only two people who could discover her here were well on their way home. So, she grabbed the pack of diapers and did what she had wanted to do almost two weeks ago: she tore it open, running two fingers across the stack of folded plastic. She slowly undressed herself, taking off her blouse and her bra, her socks and her pants. She hesitated at her underwear, taking it off very slowly and carefully, as if she was not looking forward to what came next. It was just pretend. Or maybe it was that weird feeling in between eagerness and suspense. Tugging at one the diapers, she was met with fierce resistance. They were packed so tightly that her fingers couldn't get enough grip to pull one out. She gritted her teeth, wriggled her fingers in as deep as she could, and pulled again. The diaper came loose and Lynn toppled over backwards. She sat up giggling, enjoying how silly she felt. Whatever unease was left melted away. Her excitement remained so she unfolded the diaper on her bed as best she could. It took some careful exploration since adult diapers were unfamiliar and a lot bigger than the baby diapers she had held and changed before. With her right hand she cupped her sex for a moment, imagining how the diaper would fit on her and then parked her bottom on the diaper on her bed. She tried pulling the front flap up between her legs, her legs automatically closing when the fabric tickled the inside of her thighs. Despite being all alone she blushed. That was not a solution, so instead she laid down, almost like a baby. Spreading her legs, she pulled the diaper up between them. It took a little wriggling and adjusting to get the front and the back to align on her waist so she could snugly tape it shut. She must've stood admiring her diapered bottom in the mirror for fifteen minutes before she decided it was time to go back downstairs. She considered doing it dressed in only a diaper, but longing for this moment, she had selected an old dress that was now quite on the short side for wearing over it. The skirt short enough that it wouldn't take much to get a peak at the diaper she was wearing. She just barely still fit into it, the skirt starting a little higher than looked good and ending not much below her diaper. If she twirled, she would probably reveal herself. She did, in front of her mirror, and could indeed see the flash of white plastic that was her diaper, though only for a second. She bit her lip and excitedly went downstairs. In the living room, she pulled her cozy blanket and plopped it on the ground. Normally it was intended for cosying up when they were watching a movie. However, she had actually decided on reading a book today, not watching a movie, though she didn't really understand why. So she grabbed her book and lay down on her blanket, giving her diapered bottom a loving caress as she started reading. The book was one she had had to read in high school, about a boy who got a prophecy that he only had two weeks left to live. She had forgotten a lot about the book since, so it seemed a good choice because it would be interesting to re-read and yet it also wouldn't matter if she stopped in the middle. "Sander bumped his bike into the sidewalk..." the book began and Lynn tried to focus on the words and the soft feeling on her bottom at the same time. Oddly enough, she managed to entwine the two feelings together for a long time. The page number went up very quickly. Just laying back down after having gone for a glass of water, she heard something fidget at the front door. Unconcerned she lifted her head to take a look and then she heard the key unlock the door and she could just barely see the door swing inward from where she was in the living room. And she panicked. She wanted to flee upstairs but there was not enough time or room to make it to the staircase as Madison and Peony dragged their suitcases back inside. All Lynn could do was throw half of her blanket over herself so she was bundled up completely and nothing peaked out. "Oh, hey Lynn," Peony said as she began taking off her coat. Madison swiveled in the middle of removing her second arm from its sleeve, sending the coat flying toward the stairs. She opened her mouth, nothing coming out at first. "I thought you'd be in your room," she said after a moment or two. Giving her companion a look, Peony went on explaining. "They canceled all trains tonight. Or at least, they couldn't give any guarantees that any more trains would leave tonight. Some serious issue with the tracks not very far out of the station." "Yeah, they advised everyone to take busses if they could," Madison added, "but the last one that might get us home had already left." Peony smiled. "It's okay. We already called home and we should be able to take a train in the morning." Madison did not look as happy with the news, but instead she focused her attention back on Lynn. "So what are you doing?" "Just reading," Lynn blurted out faster than she wanted to. "So," Peony came to her rescue before Madison could say anything, "want to watch a movie together since none of us have anything planned?" Walking into the living room, she added toward Lynn: "And you're already in your blanket anyway." Lynn swallowed, trying to hide her anxiety about her roommates finding out what she was wearing underneath. Her throat felt like it would croak if she said something, so she just nodded an okay, tying her blanket around her like a towel. She tested getting up, making sure the blanket would not come undone, then bent back down to pick up the book. Peony was already sitting on the couch, patting the seat next to her before Lynn could excuse herself to go upstairs to put away her book. She felt herself blush a little, but she put her book on one of the cupboards and then went to sit next to Peony. "Can I share your blanket," Peony said as Lynn sat down. Normally Lynn really liked cuddling up to Peony. Her roommate was tall and warm and always ended up caressing her, making Lynn feel loved in a very good way, like Peony would always take good care of her. Today it instead felt like a trap and it was entirely her own fault. She could not risk her roommates discovering she was wearing a diaper, so instead she said "I'm really cozy right now, can I please stay like this." "Aww," Peony murmured, wiping away a tear forming in Lynn's eye, giving her a kiss on the forehead, and pulling her close, blanket and all. Finally, she added her own blanket over the two of them. Madison finished putting on the movie, The Time-Traveler's Wife, and climbed into the other side of the couch, pulling her own blanket over herself. Lynn knew why she was in her blanket, yet the weather really wasn't cold enough yet to warrant it. Coziest way to watch a movie or not, she had two blankets on her and she was getting warm very fast. It was hard to concentrate on the movie and the movie did need some attention. When she finally gave up trying to follow, even thoughts about the diaper she was wearing or feeling it on her bottom didn't stop her from falling asleep against Peony's bosom. She started awake when someone very close by yelled, "oh my god, what are you wearing?" "She's awake," came the softer voice of Peony who was just putting a pillow under Lynn's head. "She's wearing a diaper, Peony!" Madison screamed out, taken aback. There was still an undertone of excitement in her voice. Lynn's hands shot down her body as if on their own, grabbing the skirt of her too little dress and pushing it to cover her diaper. "Too late for that," Madison blurted out, thankfully not doing anything to expose the diaper again. At the same time, Peony started in a more soothing voice: "Do you need to tell us something, sweetie?" Lynn shook her head no and Peony just kept going. "Have you been having some problems? Bedwetting issues?" Lynn shook her head no again, but her diaper was in fact wet and she had no idea when she had done that. It must've been when she fell asleep watching the movie. "I think she's just a big baby," Madison said, a knowing spark in her eye, "one that can't make it to the potty and wets her diapers." Peony gave her a scowl. "Madison!" "What?" The more forward roommate shot back. "It's true, just ask her if her diaper is wet." Peony didn't need to. If Lynn had been embarrassed before, she must be as red as a stop-sign now. And then she was on her feet and asking "can I please go to my room now?" "Of course, sweetie," Peony immediately replied in her calming voice. "And if you need any help, just call me, okay?" Lynn just barely kept from breaking down in sobs as she rushed upstairs to her room, but the tears were definitely rolling down her cheeks. This was not what she had planned.

My wife knows about my diaper fetish. She hates it and told me flat out that she won't have it in the house. So I found a way around that. I wear at work. As I was leaving for work this morning, I grabbed a diaper out of the trunk of my car. As I was doing so...my phone chirped. (Text message) I walked around to my driver's door with diaper in hand. I get in and open my messages. "The lightning is crazy out there... I'm watching it on the cameras!" My heart dropped out of my chest. I was in full view of the camera with my bag full of diapers in the trunk and a diaper in hand. She didn't say anything about them. But timing of her message has had me wondering if she noticed. I'm still at work. Has anyone else had a similar "oopsie"? I had to look at camera footage to see what it showed. (Just finished closing the trunk. Yeh, can clearly see that's a diaper in my right hand.) ??‍♂️

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Having been required to wear diaper due to urinary incontinent for over 20 years, I have gotten used to wearing diapers and don

Would be interesting to hear everyone's store of almost being discovers, caught or even having a stash found. I've had a few times where my wife was questioning me if I wore a diaper and I've said no then she goes off and says she's going to check the garbage. Luckily she hasn't yet. She's come close to finding a couple stash's and I really don't care of the plain white diapers but am very scared if she finds my Rearz baby footprint diapers in the guest room closet.