None The Wiser (Updated W/ Chapter 8 on 4/4/21)

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      Because of a problem with my old account (I made a mistake with my date of birth info and didn’t fix it in time before getting banned....whoops ), I’ve had to create a new account to resume posting this story. (If any admin is reading this, you can take down the old story if possible and sooo sorry for the trouble!). Anyways... I hope everyone enjoys the next chapter. Still more to come!!

 

Chapter 1: Pilot 

     She was finally home alone.

     As the house's garage door slammed shut, Heather's heart began to beat faster. All her planning and anticipation had come to this.

     "Not yet" she told herself; there was a chance her family would turn around to grab something they had forgotten. "I'll give it a half an hour. They won't come back after that long."

     In the meantime she went over her metal checklist. "Garbage somewhat full, check. Plastic bags, check. Blinds shut, check. Clean diaper that might fit me upstairs, check."

     She looked at her watch, only twenty nine minutes left and she would finally know what it was like to wear and use a diaper.

     Heather never knew how it started, her curiosity towards being able to use her pants as a toilet that is. Maybe it was that one kids show with the weird episode? Being potty trained too quickly? Too late? Some other strange event in her minds development where the concept arose?

     Regardless, it was one of the most dreadful, shameful, and embarrassing secrets of her adolescence. It brought many a sleepless night wondering what in the world was wrong with her. Who in their right mind would want to go back to wearing and using diapers?

     It wasn't because she wanted to act like a baby. Heather knew that much from her online meanderings, which allowed for a little indulgence from an otherwise impossible desire. No, Heather could see the appeal of being an Adult Baby, but her interest was on the use of diapers.

     Heather always thought that being a seventeen year old girl and wanting to intentionally use diapers was definitely breaking some sort of social code. So no matter what, she wanted absolutely no one to know about her perverse fascination.

     In fact, her parents finding out was probably her greatest fear conceivable. And anyways, Heather always thought she would find it much more fun being able to relieve herself under perfectly normal clothes without another soul having any clue to her taped on toilet.

     Well, sadly the undergarment she had at her disposal at the moment didn't have tapes, but it was the only kind of diaper she had access to that might fit. Stealing three goodnites from her younger cousin's house was not an experience Heather wanted to repeat anytime soon.

     A buzz from her phone brought Heather out of her contemplation. Thirty minutes had come and gone.

     It was crunch time.

     "Crinkle time more like." Heather smiled at her own joke before swallowing her nerves and making her way up the stairs to her bedroom.

     Once inside, she shut the door out of impulse and went straight to her bed, lifted up the mattress, and pulled out one of three of her most most coveted yet feared possessions.

      She held it in her hands. The soft plastic goodnite was folded into a square and had purple and pink shading with a star in the middle, presumably a wetness indicator.

     Heather took a deep breath and took off her jeans, then her underwear, pausing only to stare at the goodnite once more, before stepping through the leg holes and slowly pulling it up her hips and around her bottom.

     They fit.

     Still in shock somewhat, Heather looked in the standing mirror at a walking contradiction.

     There in full view was a tall and scrawny brown haired 17 year old girl with what amounted to a pull up drawn tightly around her backside staring right back. In all of her daydreaming, Heather couldn't have imagined this sight. But here it was.

     She was finally diapered.

      The first ten minutes were, of course, taken to explore the new feeling of her padded posterior. Heather squeezed the material between her legs and ran her hand along her bottom. She reached her toes, walked around, did some jumping jacks. The goodnite held on.

     Heather then stepped back into her jeans and walked over to the mirror to analyze her form. Even being completely self conscious and practically shaking all over, Heather couldn't really see any of the goodnite bulge through her jeans.

     She then began her decent downstairs. Besides a possible faint crinkle, she could only feel the foreign object she was wearing.

     After another ten minutes of getting acquainted with her new undergarment, Heather was finally becoming more comfortable and relaxed. Her parents weren't coming home for another five hours and she had the house to herself.

     This meant she could move on to the next aspect of her plan. After all, she didn't go through all the trouble of acquiring the goodnites just to wear them. What were diapers for, after all, but to use.

     The need to relieve her bladder was present and after the rush of adrenaline that came with finally putting a diaper on, her need was only becoming more apparent. It was time for Heather to truly do what she had been waiting to for so long.

     Despite her mission to relax, Heather started shaking with both anticipation and nerves yet again. She was only now beginning to understand that just letting go in the middle of her family room was not going to be easy. In fact, it was now suddenly apparent to Heather that nearly her whole had been spent constantly maintaining the integrity to do the exact opposite of what she now wanted so desperately.

     While this only got her more excited at the strange novelty of her situation, it made it even harder to try and relax. Taking a few deep breaths to steady herself, Heather came up with an idea.

     She sat on the very edge of the couch much like she was sitting on an actual toilet, to simulate the open space of the toilet seat. After a minute of relaxation and frustration, she finally felt a warm spurt in her crotch region.

     But Instinctively her body clenched shut.

     Heather nearly cursed but took another breath and tried again. In half the time of the last attempt she felt another spurt before clenching up yet again.

     "You're so close Heather, just relax."

     Once more she relaxed her body and closed her eyes. This time almost immediately she felt spurt, and then another, and at once  it was a warm trickle. That trickle became a hot flow and by the time she could fully comprehend what was happening, a moment of panic overcame her.

     "What if the goodnite leaks and goes all over the carpet! How would I explain that to Mom and Dad!"

      Heather tried to stop the flow but it was too far gone now. She stayed extremely tense as the remainder of her bladder emptied.

     When the flow finally came to a stop, Heather opened her eyes and looked down. She didn't see any wet spots. She patted the seat of her jeans. Nope, nothing.

     Relived, (In more ways than one), she began to notice the sensations inside her diaper. A warm, damp, squishy, and slightly bulkier mass caressed her bottom.

     Heather cupped her hand around her crotch. As she squeezed, a little urine escaped, tickling her before being reabsorbed into the now saturated padding. Overcome by these new sensations, Heather continued to poke and prod and squeeze her thighs together, obtaining any kind of sensory input she could from her wet state.

     Walking back upstairs with a present warmth with every step, she confirmed in the mirror that even though her goodnite had gone through a major wetting, you could still se no bulge under her pants.

     Giggling at the thought that no one would have noticed her wetting, she began to daydream about wearing and using her other  goodnites around her parents or even at school.

     Suddenly, in a rare moment of reality filled entirely of her greatest dreams, Heather remembered there were only two more diapers to use under her mattress.

      "I guess I'll just have to make the best of each one" she thought, realizing that would mean to continue wearing the currently wet one around her waist.

     She didn't mind for the moment, this would give her an opportunity to see how much they could hold. Not to mention that Heather noticed she rather enjoyed the feeling of the freshly used goodnite. With that thought she squeezed her thighs around it again.

     Now that she had wet once, Heather was eager to feel the sensation of wetting yet again, so she walked to the kitchen to grab some water, enjoying each and every step. Acquiring a large glass, she filled it to the top with water and chugged, letting a few drops fall from her chin in haste.

     Once Heather was satisfied, she grabbed a granola bar for good measure and went to watch some tv to wait for her body to do its work.

                                   ...

     Heather's lower stomach brought her attention away from her show. Her eyes widened as another small movement in her abdomen made its presence known.

     She had to poop.

     The prospect both excited and frightened her. On the one hand she knew this is what diapers were for, not to mention she was curious what the sensation would feel like.

     But in all her dreaming the simple fact that you can mess your diaper as well as wet it never came to mind. Filled with vigor from her recently successful wetting, she decided to swallow her fear.

     "What better way to see if diapers could really replace the toilet for me is there?" Heather decided.

     Standing up, Heather evaluated her bowels and this time opted to assume a squatting position. Unlike wetting her diaper, great physical effort was required to get things going.

     After a few minutes of grunting and getting red in the face from effort, Heather was fed up.

     "Maybe if I change positions it will make things easier?"

     With that idea in mind, Heather got on her hands and knees, pushed her bottom outward and let out a grunt.

     Suddenly, she felt something warm and solid begin to exit her backside. Fully invested, she pushed again and felt the log move some more. Stopping to take a breath, she panted, composed herself, and let out one final large grunt. With that, the mass fully made its escape and began to take up space in the seat of her pants.

     Knowing she was not done, Heather slowly but surely pushed out more of her mess until she couldn't push anymore.

     Exhausted, Heather allowed her backside to touch the ground. In that instant, her whole world flipped upside-down.

     The very firm excrement, being compressed between the floor and Heather's bottom, squished like putty as it moved backwards, forwards, every which way around her nether regions. It was simultaneously the weirdest, most stimulating, and best feeling Heather had ever felt.

     The smell of her freshly soiled diaper reached her nose but she didn't care. If anything it added to the experience.

     Here she was, a seventeen year old girl, perfectly healthy, sitting in a wet and freshly messed diaper she purposely made. And she loved it.

     She squirmed in delight as the mess rubbed against her bottom. Up and down she bounced, feeling the mound change shape to better fit her seat. She even stood up and pushed again hoping to fill her goodnite even more.

     The disappointment that she had nothing left to give dissipated when a somewhat naughty thought entered her mind.

     She may not be able to mess more NOW, but she didn't HAVE to change out of her diaper anytime soon. This put a grin on her face.

     "That's why diapers exist, so you can wait to deal with the bathroom? Right?"

     Knowing she had at least a few hours until her family disturbed her, Heather was content to stay there on the floor, situated in her stinky state for the undecided future.

     Bouncing in both enjoyment of her current messy state and anticipation for what was now possible, Heather looked down at her jeans that completely hid any visual trace of the dirty deeds she'd done.

     No one could be the wiser.

     Heather smiled. She could get used to this.

 

Chapter 2: Compulsion

     Heather's bright blue eyes glanced nervously from underneath her glasses. She saw that only a minute had passed since she looked last. Her eyes went back to watching the television.     

     Then back to the clock.

     As much as Heather was enjoying her full diaper, the paranoia of her parents getting home early was only building the longer she sat trying to ignore the possibility.

     Like a building urge to relive the bladder, Heather's fear grew and grew until it was impossible to ignore. But unlike the problem she had recently found such a convenient and pleasurable solution to, there was no immediate relief to her growing anxiety.

     Eventually, this fear of an untimely discovery by her parents surpassed the enjoyment of her escapade and she resigned to cleaning up her mess.

     But not before she sat down just one last time to feel the invitingly warm mound press against her behind. After all, who knew when her next opportunity to do this would be?

     The thought both saddened and excited her. "While sitting in a full diaper is all well and good," Heather mused, "nothing beats the sensation of actually filling it."

     With a pat of her fully loaded backside through her jeans, she realized at that moment just how ridiculous that thought was.

     "I'm already eager to do this again and I haven't even got my current dirty diaper off!" Heather smiled at this as she half skipped, half waddled to the upstairs bathroom.

     When she stood before the mirror, she vigorously gave her bladder and bowels one last push. Only a small spurt of pee came out, warming her crotch slightly before slowly settling into the rest of the now thoroughly soaked goodnite. Carefully sliding her jeans to below her knees, Heather finally got her first unobstructed view of the used goodnite's condition.

     Any indication that she had avoided using a toilet to relive herself was well hidden while her jeans were on. Only after taking them off was it clear that Heather had made quite the mess of herself.

     The once clean white and pink crotch of the goodnite had been replaced with a dark yellow hue that spread up to an inch below the waistband. Turning the position of her slender frame to see a side profile, Heather observed a clear bulge on her bottom that took on a brown coloration, while it sagged out and down, away from the regularly smooth curve of her butt.

     In fact, the whole undergarment seemed to sag almost in defeat, being unsupported by her tight fitting jeans that sat on the floor around her feet. Heather realized if she were to have stayed in the goodnite much longer, or used it to any greater capacity than she had, it most certainly would have leaked all over the couch.

     Grateful to whatever karma she had been bestowed, and in the interest of keeping her diapered endeavors a secret, Heather silently promised herself to be more cautious when making use of the other two goodnites at her disposal.

     "Whenever that opportunity presents itself again." She thought, dismayed by the implications.

     The thought of putting on another one of her most prized possessions and wearing it while her family was home briefly entertained her mind, but was silenced almost immediately by the current task at hand. With a sigh, Heather gingerly tore the sides of her well used padding and began the tedious chore of a messy cleanup.

     The seemingly obvious fact that using a diaper meant a change must eventually follow was not at the forefront of Heather's mind when she first messed her goodnite, similar to how little thought of pooping her diaper existed when she first put it on.

     Rather ironically, the unforeseen inconvenience of changing turned out to be much less enjoyable than that of the formation of its cause. "In short", Heather thought "Messy diaper clean-ups stink!"

     It wasn't so much the actual smell or even feel of the cleanup that made it unpleasant, but the difficult nature of removing all the sticky waste from her backside without making a terrible mess of everything.

     After what seemed like half of a roll of toilet paper and an excessive amount of time and effort later, Heather's nether regions were acceptably clean, as was the bathroom and the hands that cleaned both.

     All that remained of her abnormal experience was a double layered target bag package containing her used goodnite. Also a faint smell of hand soap that lingered on her hands, and an unshakable unease that followed her to the trash can in her home's chilly three car garage.

     As she buried the evidence, that unease somehow followed her inside the house and upstairs into her bedroom, where underneath her mattress lay hidden the two remaining goodnites folded next to each other.

     To attempt to settle the unease of these loose ends, along with her overwhelmed nerves, Heather resorted to resuming the show she had started during her first interaction with using diapers. This turned out to be a mistake as the visual cue only reminded her of the shameful actions she had committed.

     So Heather receded back to her room, laid on her bed, stared at the ceiling, and tried to make sense of  everything that had just happened. After much contemplation, Heather finally came to the conclusion that she knew a few things to be certain.

     One: She had fulfilled her growing irrational desire to use her a diaper as a toilet, at least temporarily. This meant going so far as to wet and mess in it.

     Two: She had thoroughly enjoyed all the sensations that using the diaper had brought upon her, especially the wetting and  messing of it, but definitely excluding the process of cleaning it up.

     Three: She felt very ashamed of what she had done. Maybe out of some strange guilt to her parents and to society, but especially out of fear of them finding out what she had done. How might they react to her appalling actions? Heather couldn't even begin to guess.

     And lastly, Four: Beyond any doubt; She was most definitely going to try and do it all again.

     But not now.

     For the time being, she was content to relax knowing she had finally done what she sought out to for so long. Her parents were none the wiser to her antics for the time being, although Heather expected she couldn't resist pushing her luck sooner rather than later.

     But not now.

     So when the garage door could finally be heard opening at precisely the time her parents told her it would be, and their voices sounded from the kitchen, Heather decided right then and there she would pursue this bizarre interest to whatever whim it brought her. She could not pretend to go back.

     Not now.

     So with a great breath to collect herself, Heather began her decent down the stairs to greet her parents returning from their daytime outing.

     She could only hope the new goodnite she was wearing under her jeans was as undetectable to her parents as she believed it to be.

 

Chapter 3: Incognito 

     "Can you come help me carry in some groceries sweetie?"

     "Shit", Heather cursed to herself. On top of her racing heart and flushed face, now she had to hope her new goodnite wouldn't come loose or be seen in the routine yet uncharted process of casual physical activity.

     Taking one brief glance down at her jeans and long baggy t-shirt, Heather convinced herself of the unlikeliness of that event. She was just being paranoid. "How can I ever use diapers practically if I can't even bring in some groceries without panicking?" she told herself. "And anyways, a diaper is just like underwear you can relieve yourself in. You got this."

      Entering the foyer, Heather came upon her mother in her winter coat taking off some snow plastered shoes. Her glasses were still fogged over from the freezing cold air outside.

     "How much is there to carry in?" Heather questioned in what she hoped to be a completely natural and not at all guilty voice.

     "Oh it shouldn't be too bad." Replied her mother. "You know how your father isn't the biggest fan of shopping, so we only got the bare essentials." Heather received a sly smile and a wink from her mother.

     Another head stuck itself rather comically through the doorway. "Only because I enjoy spending time with our lovely teenage daughter!"

     Heather's father now made his way inside and Heather couldn't help but laugh at his tragic yet somehow adorable attempt at comedy.

      "Can you imagine it Cathrine? Leaving Heather at home all on her own for the entire day? Who knows what shenanigans she could get up too!"

     It was only her father's lighthearted yet unquestionably sarcastic grin that kept Heather from having a fatal panic attack on the spot.

     "Oh stop it James, your scaring our daughter to death." Chimed Cathrine, doing her best not to laugh as well. "She deserves a little time to herself with how well she's been doing in school recently."

     "You know I'm kidding. And after all she's definitely earned it." James remarked, stomping his own boots on the rug.

     Heather has always thought it was rather weird how often her parents referred to each other by first name. Maybe because they both considered themselves to be intellectuals? But now that she was secretly wearing what was essentially a diaper right in front of them, her parents odd habits suddenly didn't seem so strange.

     "Anyway" resumed Cathrine, "since your father just couldn't wait to see you, you'll need to make a run to the grocery store tomorrow. I have a list I can text you and I'll be sure to leave some cash on the table for you to grab in the morning. Your father has a conference at the college until 8 tomorrow and I have a board meeting so I won't be home until 7:00 ish. That means dishwasher emptied and laundry baskets upstairs."

     That means I have a chance to buy some diapers for myself! Heather realized.

     "Got it?"

     "Geez mom, let me get the groceries in first before you give me a days worth of chores!"

     It was the middle of winter in the Midwest so Heather did the sensible thing and put on a coat and some crocs before slipping out the door.

     Crocs would seem like an odd choice to wear out on the driveway but Heather was in the habit of doing it anyway. Besides, it was becoming more and more apparent to Heather that sometimes convenience beats sanity.

     The wall of cold from outside hit Heather like a brick and an immediate nostalgia for her previous warm and used goodnite came to mind. While slightly cozy when dry and clean between her legs, Heather much preferred the sensation of a full diaper caressing her behind to a clean one. Still, as Heather bent to grab the few full reusable bags her parents used for groceries, the feeling of the soft padding was assuring to have.

                                    ...

     "Not that many groceries?!" The lenses of Heather's glasses began to fog like her mother's on her first trip back inside. "What else could you possibly need me to get Monday?"

     "With how fast your metabolism is dear, those groceries will be gone tomorrow!" Her mother replied.

     It was true, and for once Heather didn't mind. Normally she would fret about how she couldn't gain weight if she tried, and how hard it would be to get her high school crush, Jason Davis, to notice her without a curve to be seen.

     However it dawned on Heather at the moment that the operating speed of her digestive system did mean she would go number two more often. Normally this was also a negative, but Heather's recent solution to this very problem had turned those tables in her favor. Not that any boy would date a girl in diapers. Especially Jason Davis.

     Huffing and brushing away stray brown hair that found her mouth, Heather set the last bag in front of her mother with an exasperated sigh. "And you wonder where all those calories go." There was a beat and then a smile formed between the two. "I'll be in my room if you need anything else." proclaimed Heather.

     "I appreciate you dear." Was heard from the hall but Heather was already in her room trying to remember what her full goodnite had felt like and scheming for when it could be filled again.

                                    ...

     A sharp knock at the door brought Heather's attention away from the exploration of her undergarment. With a deeper appreciation for her parents habit to knock and a check to make sure nothing was showing from her jeans after her interrupted exploration, Heather sat up to the corner of her bed and grabbed her phone, as though she had been doing nothing but playing on it since retreating to her bedroom.

     "Come in!"

     Heather's mother poked her head into the door frame. "Come set the table honey, dinner is almost ready".

     "Alright I'm coming" Heather responded with all the angst she could muster, lazily pushing herself off her bed and an inaudible crinkle following her backside to the dining room.

     A few minutes of table setting later and dinner was served. Heather's mouth watered as she gazed upon the illustrious bounty her mother had prepared. Crispy chicken with green beans and Heather's favorite: her mother's homemade cheesy potatoes.

     "So, is all your homework done for Monday?" Heather stared blankly at her parents with a spoon full of potatoes in her mouth. "Uh huh" she mumble through a full mouth.

     "What was that?" Her father asked.

     Heather downed the potatoes.  "I said yes"

     "Are you sure?" pressed her mother.

     "I'm sure Mom!" Heather made sure to roll her eyes. "I finished everything at school. It's really not that hard."

    "Well is anyone bothering you at school?"

     "No" Heather murmured.

     That was a lie.

     Lying was not a common practice for Heather, beside of course the whole diaper thing, but she really didn't want her parents to make a scene. And plus she wanted to be able to handle the situation herself. "For Christ sake I'm seventeen going on adulthood." Heather often told herself. "I should be able to handle that bitch Sarah Parker."

     "Any boys?" Her father asked smugly.

     Heather blushed "I don't have to tell you anything!" She wouldn't really mind admitting her crush on Jason Davis of course, beside the guaranteed awkwardness involved, but but neither parent pushed any more. They just looked back at their food and each other grinning.

     Near the end of the meal and after a great deal of savoring, Heather's father spoke up. "Tell you what, my teenage daughter, I'm in the mood for a bargain tonight. If you go set up a board game for us to play, I'll do tonight's dishes for you."

     Heather almost swallowed her spoon. No dishes?!

     "Deal!" Said Heather almost immediately and jumped out of her chair "Just let me go run to the bathroom quick." she shouted and began rushing down the hall.

     "Can't wait to beat you again!" Called her mother.

     "As if!" Heather called back.

     Entering the bathroom Heather shut the door and pulled down her jeans only to again realize what she was wearing underneath. An urge to pee was present but not pressing. She could put it off for a bit, maybe do it after the game, in the privacy of her own bed.

     "That way I can enjoy it for a while." Heather thought, pulling back up her jeans and ignoring her beckoning bladder. She pulled up the toilet lid and sat on it with her pants on and waited for what seemed like the proper amount of time before flushing, washing her hands, and returning to the living room.

     After much internal deliberation on what game to play, Heather slid Sorry from the shelf and set it up on the coffee table. "Let's get this over with. Sorry can't that long can it?"

     Suffice it to say....it took that long.

     Around and hour in and no member of the  Johnson family seemed to be in the lead. It was the stalemate of the century and Heather's bladder was becoming more and more of a distraction. Her competitive nature blocked any idea of letting one of her parents win out of her mind, but it was apparent that she could not continue like this for long.

     Heather's focus was waning and it took more and more of her concentration just not to bounce up and down. An internal dialogue was beginning in her mind.

     "So what's the plan Heather?"

     "Quick finish this game and go to my room to wet this goodnite."

     "Why wait?"

     "I can't wet myself in front of my parents!"

     "How would they know?"

     "Well what if it leaks?"

     "It didn't earlier today."

      "Well what if they hear it?"

      "Really?"

      "But it was hard to start going before!"

      "Isn't this why you were interested in diapers in the first place? So you could just go as you please?"

     "I guess..."

     "Just try it!"

     "Fine, geez brain!"

      But like before, Heather still struggled to relax enough to let anything go. Being in front of her family probably didn't help. All her previous potty training were still rebelling against her and the muscles in her bladder refused to give.

     After shifting positions to sit on her knees and make it easier to relax Heather was about to give up when a small spurt escaped. Trying not to think too hard about what was happening Heather drew a card.

     Darn another 4. She needed a one or two to get her last remaining pawn out of the starting circle.

     Her Mother drew. Another squirt.

     Heather tried not to blush. Her father drew. A small steady trickle has now began and her crotch began to warm.

     "Earth to Heather! Your turn to draw."

     The flow was now at full stream.

     "Uh yeah sorry Mom." Heather took a card. She smirked seeing it was a SORRY card.

     "Yeah gosh I really am SORRY. My bad." Heather made sure to add extra sarcasm to her statement as she replaced her mother's pawn with her own. The stream was back to a trickle and quickly slowing. By the time it was Heather's turn again the flow had stopped entirely.

     She, Heather Johnson, a seventeen year old teenage girl, has just peed in a diaper in front of both of her parents, and neither had noticed a thing.

     She sat back and felt the lukewarm padding squish against her butt. Once all of her....well most of her focus was back to the game, it was only a matter of time before her last piece was safely home. Not that skill has really anything to do with the game of Sorry.

     "Victory is mine!" Shouted Heather jumping into the air cheering. Her mother stuck out her tongue and her father just shook his head in disbelief. "I was SO CLOSE!" He exclaimed. "Ah well, good game regardless."

     They shook hands. "Winner cleans up the board though!" and just like that her father was out of sight.

     "Don't look at me." Said her mother. "But you should really get to bed after your done. That game went a little longer than I would have anticipated. It's nearly midnight."

     Heather pressed her thighs together.

     "You don't have to tell me twice. Winning takes a lot out of me." Heather couldn't help but grin at her mother. Catherine just scoffed and left her daughter to clear the board.

     Once the game was finally put away, Heather rushed to her room and quickly shut the door, leaning against it and sliding to the floor.

     After a quick inspection of her cooling goodnite, Heather quickly traded her jeans for a pair of pajama bottoms and jumped into bed, relishing in the privacy the blankets provided.

     It took a good five minutes before Heather's heart rate was back to normal. Once she convinced herself her parents were in bed she let out a breath.

     The thrill of secrecy still lingered in Heather's head, but after a few halfhearted prods at her soggy padding, exhaustion caught up with her and an exhausted Heather let her head hit the pillow.

     The blur of the days events passed by her. In a single day Heather had indulged in her lifelong curiosity.

     She, a perfectly healthy seventeen year old girl, had in one day, tried on and used two diapers, one by herself and one somewhat less messily in front of her parents, and was presently laying in the latter that she had no intention of changing out of until completely necessary.

     Smiling at her good fortune, Heather had one last thought before closing her eyes, "I wonder if there is anyone else in town like me."

     The thought resonated for a moment but exhaustion won over and for seemingly the first time in her life, Heather was completely content.

     The sky opened up outside and snow began to fall gently. The girl, more happy then she had ever been, drifted off to sleep.

 

Chapter 4: Outside

     A soft light filtered through the curtains of an upstairs bedroom window, shining lightly upon the brown hair of one Heather Johnson, who's figure was sprawled across her full size bed. Underneath some seemingly innocent plaid pajama bottoms was a secret indulgence of her curiosity that had only just been fulfilled the previous day. It was around eleven in the am when she finally woke up.

     The first thing Heather noticed after regaining consciousness was a cold damp sensation between her legs. A moment of panic overcame her before she realized it was confined to her goodnite. "Oh right, yesterday happened."

     Heather thought she might sing as all of the previous days events came back to her in a wonderful rush of excitement and butterflies. Peeking under the covers, and seeing it, it was real, still there, Heather gave her goodnite a thorough "inspection" for "purely analytical reasons" and not at all that she loved every moment of the soggy padding caressing her skin.....

      Although she had to admit that the cold wet, 10 hour old pull-up was beginning to feel rather clammy. And as is usually the case for anyone sleeping in as late as Heather did, the act of waking up brought with it a pressing need to pee. And as much as Heather wanted to stay in bed and go in her goodnite, she knew with nearly absolute certainty it would not hold another wetting. This was blatantly obvious and expressed by the corresponding sag of the garment and weight on her hips as Heather stood up.

     The thought of changing into her final goodnite to relieve herself came to mind, but after a brief weighing of her options, Heather decided to go on the toilet this time, so as to save the last one for the remainder of the day.... "Or at least" she thought "until I pick up some real, better fitting diapers at the store."

     The implications of that plan both frightened and excited Heather. Purchasing some diapers would risk potential humiliation and the destruction of her nonexistent social status.

     But if she succeed in her mission, Heather would finally have some real diapers. Ones that she could actually use practically. Not only that, but there was just something about the nature of a diaper that thrilled Heather. While the goodnites were a sort of a test run and served their purpose well, they were only really meant for accidents, and smaller ones at that. Now a real diaper.... you were expected to go in those, which is exactly what Heather now wanted.

     With a real diaper she could truly relieve herself at her own discretion whenever and wherever she pleased without worrying about an immediate change. Only adding to this was the newly discovered bonus of some more than pleasant sensations that came with the use of a diaper.

     "It might even top the sheer convenience of using it" Heather decided.

     With her parents being gone until late in the evening and a grocery trip mandated by her mother regardless, Heather told herself "If there is ever going to be an opportunity for me to smuggle myself some real diapers, today would be the day."

     And so rather reluctantly, Heather used the toilet, for what she hoped was to be the last time in a while. After taking a quick shower, she went back to her room and took out the last remaining goodnite.

     "Your kind have served me well." She teased, before sliding the pink padding snuggly around her rear "But it's time for an upgrade." Her jeans quickly followed the goodnite's, and after braiding her hair in a new way just for the fun of it, Heather jumped onto the living room couch and checked her phone to see the grocery list her mother had sent her.

     After reading, in her mother's words, the "short" grocery list, Heather sunddenly realized a potential flaw in her plan. "Do they even make actual diapers for people my age that I can buy in town?"

     Heather quickly opened a hidden tab and searched diapers for 17 year old girl. After researching for a bit, Heather became a little concerned. It was quickly apparent that there wasn't as much of a diaper market for girls her age as she would have hoped.

     Still determined however, Heather told herself she would just look at the store and see what they had on the shelves. She grabbed her phone, some extra cash for her secret purchase, her keys and phone, and made her way out the door.

                                    ...

     Parked in the lot of the local grocery store, Heather was reminded of how great it was to have her own car. But also how many people are at the local grocery store at noon on Sunday. Suddenly she was a little less giddy for this adventure and a lot more nervous.

     Heather quickly checked one more time to make sure no one would tell what she was secretly wearing. She gulped, grabbed her phone, and exited the dusty green Subaru.

     It was like greeting her parents all over again. Every step felt like a waddle and sounded like a crinkle. Heather entered the automatic the sliding doors and was blasted by a heater. She grabbed a cart and checked the grocery list her mother sent her. It would be in and out, save the fifty or so items to find in between. Just an hour or so of potential disaster.

     I can't stay this self conscious if I'm going to get something even thicker than this and wear in public! Heather told herself.

     She took a few deep breaths. It was an ultimatum. No one is going to be looking for any padding. It's all in your head Heather. It is perfectly hidden and no one normally cares what underwear your wearing anyway. No boys stare at your flat ass, right?. It's just a normal shopping trip. You probably won't even run into anyone you know.

     "Hey pencil neck, fancy seeing your face her today!"

     Son of a bitch.

     Right in front of Heather stood quite possibly her least favorite person on Earth. No, scratch that, the solar system. Is the galaxy to presumptuous?

     "No hi back? How rude! Are you a mute?" Her fake eyelashes blinked expectantly.

     "Hi Sarah" responded Heather meekly.

     Out of everyone in the observable universe, why did it have to be Sarah Parker?

     "Oh so you can talk." Sarah's low laying V neck was giving Heather trouble at looking towards the floor, as most of her lower field of view was full of Sarah's cleavage. Heather's significant hight advantage was not doing her any favors either.

     "See, normally the stick figures I come across don't talk, but apparently your such a smarty pants that you can! Good job!"

     Silence

     "I'm just kidding of course! Yeesh, maybe you still are a mute. No wonder your still single. That and your flat chest I guess. Anyway, I hope your shopping trip for your mommy goes well." Sarah gestured towards the scribbled out grocery list with a heart on it from her mother. "Oh, and don't forget to use the potty! You don't need to be any more of an accident than you already are!"

     And just as quickly as she came, with a snort laugh and an eye roll, Sarah Parker was gone.

     Heather wanted to rush to the bathroom right there and tear off her goodnite. Tears were forming in her eyes.

     The bitch has a point. I'm almost an adult, yet I'm still just a flat chested suck up with a desire to piss and shit myself.

     Only the lack of any change of underwear and a fear of being discovered stopped her from storming into the bathroom and ending this stupid charade there and then. She would get her moms groceries, go home, bury the goodnite she was wearing in the trash, and never do anything so stupid ever again.

...

     Heather felt disgusted when she had to walk through the incontinence isle to get some Advil. How could she have actually thought she was going to buy a package of diapers in this crowded of a store? And as if to make a point, her body chose that time to let her know she had to poop. Nothing pressing, but still there and a reminder of the stupid plans she had made and the immature thing still there on her hips.

     In her haste to get through the isle, Heather missed the label of a brand new product that would have her jumping for joy only a few hours earlier. Now she was too busy sulking.

     Soon Heather had gotten all but one of the items previously on her list and was at the checkout. Her reusable bags were filled and she had payed with the credit card her mother had given her. The old woman at the register seemed almost entirely senile and any and all hope for a day full of joy and excitement seemed to have been lost. She was just taking her receipt when from behind she heard a voice speak

     "I like your hair"

     Heather turned around and was met with the shy bright blue eyes of a shorter brown haired boy around her age. There was no one else but her that he could have been talking to, Right?

     "Um, my hair?" Heather asked quietly. She grabbed instinctively at the braid she had made that morning after her shower but thought nothing of at the time.

     "Uh, yeah yours.....um sorry I didn't..." He averted his gaze.

     "Oh no, uh thanks, I guess. I just don't normally get compliments from guys really.." Heather was screaming at herself from the inside.

     "Yeah, I know it was kinda weird, I don't normal say stuff like that but I just wanted you to know that you look nice, I mean your hair looks nice, I mean...sorry."

     He was blushing hard, and by the heat in her face, Heather knew she must be too. There was a long awkward silence.

     "Heather."

     "Huh?"

     "My name is Heather Johnson. What's yours?" She was surprised by her own voice.

     "Oh, um, Timmothy, Timmothy Drew. Nice to meet you." His voice had the characteristics of a mouse, sharp, squeaky, and a little quiet.

     They caught eye contact again and for some reason neither could brake the gaze. Heather didn't want to guess who's face was more red.

     "That's really nice of you to say Timmothy."

     She gave him an awkward smile before turning and making a beeline for the doors.  Heather was just about to go rush back into the cold. For some reason beyond sanity she turned back to look at him.

     He was staring back in a kind of trance.

     Then he waved.

     Heather waved back, suppressing the desire to skip out of the store. A boy had complimented her!

     Her!!

     While bending over to put the groceries in the backseat, Heather felt her bladder twitch and was once again reminded of the padding of her goodnite pressing against her.

     Who was Sarah Parker to judge her? A boy liked her hair! A boy named Timmothy!

     With a smile that was a twinge devious, Heather relaxed. Letting go was somehow much easier than the day previous and she felt the stream start followed by a growing warmth in her crotch. With a grin, she sat down in the drivers seat and searched up the nearest pharmacy. She would need some real diapers if she wanted to go all the way with this. Her now increasingly desperate bowels reminded her of that.

     The stream had stopped now. There was a newly lit fire inside her breast, some sort of bravery Heather had never felt before. The future was uncertain but Heather knew one thing for certain, "I'm gonna be messy soon one way or another." The devious grin grew a little wider.

     With that thought now firm in her head, Heather pulled out of the parking lot and turned in the direction of the pharmacy to get some real diapers before the day was out.

[abdlstinker]

Please continue! I love hyperrealistic stories like this :3

[millman]

Great story so far

[aldl4811]

Wonderful start!

[NonimusA]

Chapter 5: Acquisition

     There was no shortage of parking spaces in the CVS lot for Heather to choose from. It was almost eerily empty, save for one or two vehicles that probably belonged to an employee or two inside. The lot was so empty in fact, that Heather was briefly concerned that the store was closed. But to her relief, an open sign was visible in the front window. She smoothly pulled up her car to the nearest parking space and cut the engine of her Subaru.

     This was it.

     The confidence Heather had gathered from her previous stop to the grocery store was beginning to falter. It's now or never, she reminded herself. Running her hand along her crotch and feeling the soggy padding squish underneath was enough to make up her mind. The cramping of her bowels provided some urgency to that now established task.

     With a deep breath Heather exited the car.

     Upon emerging from the cold, Heather was immediately met with a flash of bright red hair. Standing on a small stepladder was an athletic girl around Heather's age wearing a CVS polo, who was, at the moment, preoccupied with stocking a shelf of what appeared to be first aid supplies. Preoccupied of course, until the sound of the sliding doors and deafening winter heaters from behind brought her inquisitive green eyes to what was just now dawning on Heather, the only customer in the store, her.

     "Oh, hi there! Do you need help finding anything today?" Said the redhead, in all too energetic of a voice.

     Heather gulped. "Um, no thanks. I think I'm good..." Pleaseleavemealone pleaseleavemealone pleaseleavemeal...

     "Alrighty, if you say so" the girl replied almost disappointed, "But if change your mind, I know this whole place like the back of my hand. Long hours and no customers will do that to someone...." a wistful look formed on the girls face. "But anyway, once you find what you need, just come up front and I'll ring you up."

     "Thanks." was all Heather could respond with, but she wasn't sure if she meant it. The girl looked awfully familiar and the implication of having to go through her to purchase diapers  made Heather's stomach broil.

     Making sure to wander a few isles before stopping, Heather glanced in the direction of the strange girl to make sure she wasn't paying any attention to where she was going next.

     After confirming that to be the case (she was once again stocking shelves), Heather quietly slipped into the incontinence isle.

     The nostalgic and instantly recognizable smell of disposable diapers quickly found its way to Heather's nose. She couldn't help but take a deep whiff before getting down to business.

     Except for Heather, the was another business to attend to.

     After attempting to weight the numerous different diaper options available, the pressure in Heather's bowels which were only exacerbated by her nerves, was making the  simple task of shopping almost impossible. Making any meaningful decision besides how she was going to relieve herself seemed impossible. All except one.

     Heather knew deep down that she really wanted to use her already wet goodnite, but at the same time; was she really going to mess herself in public? But not only that.....in the diaper isle of all places? Heather had to clench her cheeks, feeling her bowels cramp yet again.

     She made one last glance at the bathroom across the store. Then down at her pants. The irony of where she was choosing to do this was not lost on Heather as she gingerly assumed a semi squatting position. Her heart was racing and her palms were sweaty. Heather couldn't believe what she was about to do. She allowed her body to push. And for the second time since potty training, Heather was pooping herself intentionally.

     Her face was beet red as she felt the warm waste begun to coil up around her bottom. The sticky mass quickly meet resistance from the small seat of her goodnite and jeans forcing Heather to push harder, causing a small grunt to escape her. With suddenly very little space left in the seat of her pants, the previously deposited mess now found space towards the front of the goodnite. After about a minute of effort and an inability to expel anything more, Heather finally considered the deed done.

      And then she smelt that deed.

      It was one thing to mess in the comfort of her home when she was alone, as the smell didn't bother Heather very much. But now, in public, anyone within a twenty foot radius of her would be able to smell the steamy load in the seat of her pants.

      Heather was now a lot more nervous to checkout then she was before.

      Pushing that fear aside for the moment and resuming the task at hand, Heather continued to scan for a diaper that would fit her. A pink colored package that had previously escaped her gaze now caught her eye.

     Bending over to investigate, Heather's jeans lost all slack, forcing the poop to compress against her backside in a way that Heather didn't want to admit she enjoyed.

     Once she found her focus again, Heather read the label: *New* Coddlers diapers: Made for all ages for all reasons. She snatched a package for women, a 48 count which had flower patterns on it, and turned to look at the size chart. Apparently a small would fit her perfectly.

     Am I really about to do this? Heather's hand tenderly patted her backside feeling the bulge she had just recently made. That and the smell surrounding it seemed to answer her question.

     Now for the hard part.

     Face blushing furiously, Heather made her way to the front of the store, feeling the mound on her behind shift sensually with every stride.

     The red headed girl was quickly there to meet her. "Find what you need?" She stopped stocking the shelf and turned her lightly freckled face towards Heather.

     Then she stopped and looked at Heather a little harder, almost squinting in recollection.

     "By the way, does your name happen to be Heather? I thought I remembered your face when I saw you come in."

      Heather's eyes went wide.

     "It is, isn't it! I'm Samantha....I think I remember seeing you at school!"

     Heather contemplated bolting out of the store, but before she could, Samantha said the one thing Heather was hoping she wouldn’t.

     "Hey can you smell that....oh" Samantha had just seen the package in Heather's hands. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. "Sorry I didn't realize...." the previously talkative redhead suddenly had nothing to say.

      Heather felt tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes. She looked at her feet in shame. The store floor had become the only thing in the world that could be focused on.

     What was I thinking?

     "Hey, look at me."

     The statement was so direct, blunt, and surprising, that Heather couldn't help but meet Samantha's eyes with her own, albeit through a few tears.

     "I will never tell another living soul about this. I swear."

Heather, in tears and more vulnerable then she had ever felt, had no choice but to nod her head.

     "You don't need to feel bad. I mean, I've seen way weirder shit working her, okay? And often times that shit isn't confined. I'm talking on the walls. THE WALLS!" Heather managed a smile between sobs at Samantha's exasperation.

     Heather would remember it as a surreal feeling as Samantha directed her to the checkout where the package of diapers was quickly scanned and masterfully bagged. Heather silently appreciated the way Samantha bagged the diapers so that you couldn't tell what was inside, even if for some reason you tried. She handed the appropriate amount of cash over the counter.

     "Thanks and sorry for the trouble." Said Heather quietly, only sniffling now and feeling like maybe the world wasn't actually ending.

     "Anytime. And hey, let's hang out or something at school. You seem like a very interesting person, which I find is something missing in most people nowadays. Plus there's definitely more to this situation than I understand, and the ambiguity if that is kind of killing me. I'd love to talk about it sometime or maybe never mention it ever again. Whatever you prefer. Geez quit ranting Sam, ..... just ..... don't be a stranger.....okay?"

      "Um...yeah, sure I guess..." Heather was kind of at a loss for words. How had she never noticed this strange girl before?

     "Sweet, nice meeting you. Smell you later! Wait, bad choice of words....?"

      But Heather was at once too busy laughing to care. She thanked and apologized to Samantha, no call her Sam, one more time before making her way out of the CVS, bag of real diapers in hand and messy goodnite in tow.

     Heather sat down, or rather squished down into the front seat of her Subaru. Although she had to admit the CVS experience wasn't quite what she had anticipated, or could have anticipated for that matter, the fact of the matter was that there were 48 real, correctly sized, ready to be used diapers in the back seat of her car.

     As for Sam's promise, well, Heather believed her. The thought of a betrayal nagged at her of course, there was always the possibility that Sam would tell everyone, but those fears seemed more out of paranoia than anything else.

     Those fears were put on hold when Heather arrived home and stepped out of her car, only to realize her goodnite had leaked through her jeans and onto the seat. Apparently the size of her mess, coupled with all the sitting and squirming was just too much for the pull-up style garment that was only really ever designed for bedwetting.

     Luckily the seats were leather, (Heather new it was a steal when she bought it), and her pants very washable. After nearly having another heart attack anyway, and an hour of cleaning up the messes she had made, bottom included, Heather finally took a breath.

     Her new package of Coddlers stared back at her expectantly. Heather opened the top and the rows of folded pink squares greeted her in return. Resisting the urge to put one one immediately, Heather instead opened up her snapchat. She found Sam's account very quickly and a quick request was answered even quicker.

     Should she be on her phone at work?

     Timmothy's account was harder to find, and even after waiting for what seemed to Heather like an hour, which was in reality only around twenty minutes, did she give up waiting for the request to be answered and instead went downstairs to continue her Netflix binge, but not before hiding the package of diapers deep within her closet.

     Heather's parent's arrived shortly thereafter and all was well and good. Except for the fact that tomorrow was a Monday, which meant school, which meant more tedious work for Heather that was below her skill level and agonizingly boring. The only thing she was really looking forward to was how wearing a real diaper under her casual clothes for the first time since infancy would work at school.

     Oh, yeah. She was wearing to school.

     After dinner, Heather made sure to pack a change in the bottom of her backpack along with her school supplies before showering, after which she returned to her room and shut the door.

     A cool draft in Heather's bedroom demanded a quick change as Heather shivered in her towel, knowing not if it was cold or excitement or nerves that was causing the shaking.

     She reached into the back of her closet and felt for her prize before pulling out a plastic square. It had a cute flower pattern on the front with little vines wrapped around them.

     Heather dropped the towel she was holding around herself and as quickly as she could, taped the Coddler between her legs and slide on some PJ's before jumping under the covers.

     The padding was significantly thicker. That was the first thing Heather noticed. The second was a slightly louder rustle then the goodnite, which made Heather a little more fearful of the next days commitment. She only relaxed when she let her bladder do the same, and she felt the familiar warmth of a wet diaper encompassing her, only to be pleasantly surprised by the lack of moisture she felt after she finished.

     These can definitely hold more, Heather realized. Wait if course they can, there real diapers. I'm in a real diaper.

     This dream come true made her giggle. I'm in a diaper. I'm in a diaper. It was like a song she sang to herself. And that song carried on until well after Heather fell asleep, and the moon rose quietly through the clouded sky.

[Babypants]

Terrific chapter, with a great final sentence.  One thing you should work on is syntax in your dialogue.  To cite but one example: "`Thanks and sorry for the trouble.'  Said Heather quietly" should read "Thanks, and sorry for the trouble," Heather said quietly.

Your writing shows real potential.    

[kirababy]

enjoying this story

[NonimusA]

Chapter 6: Education Pt. 1

     Heather never thought she would be so anxious about having a bigger butt. Granted, she thought it would actually be her butt that was bigger and not the bulge of a soggy diaper.

     It's well hidden, she assured herself, but was anxious nonetheless, and a constant nagging pressure wasn't helping matters. The sooner the bell rang and last period was over, the better. Heather glanced at the clock for what seemed like the forth time in a minute.

     Still fifteen minutes left. She gulped. It better end quick or this diaper won't just be wet for much longer...

                           .....

     When buying new diapers the day prior, Heather had expected some increase in padding compared to the goodnites, but she still thought her closet full of jeans would be adequate to hide them. But to her dismay, that morning she discovered that while her closet full of jeans did "fit" over the new diapers in the strictest sense, it wasn't terribly difficult for someone to notice something was off if they glanced anywhere around Heather's crotch or backside.

     Heather knew that the bulk of the problem she was experiencing was probably due in part to wetting the coddler the night before....and, sighing in bliss, the second wetting she was performing at present. Regardless, she wanted to make certain that her secret was well hidden during the entirety of the school day, used diaper and all.

     Heather was also aware that, although she had wet her current diaper twice, which would have left her old goodnites in shambles, there was no doubt in her mind that these Coddlers could hold significantly more. And that was even after she had gone a pretty major amount on two occasions. But every time she did make use of her portable toilet, it would only get bulkier and saggier.

     How much it can take exactly, Heather pondered, I'll have to experiment with another day.

     Because of the newly discovered swelling phenomenon, Heather spent the better part of her morning looking for an outfit to hide the bulge of her currently wet diaper in hopes that a fresh one would be even harder to spot.

     Such a task wouldn't seem like it would take that long, but the precarious nature of a teenage size diaper that crinkled with every disturbance in an otherwise silent house, combined with sleeping parents in a room adjacent, led to a rather stressful morning of tedious trial and error. The feeling of the wonderfully warm and wet padding may have served as some distraction from the objective as well... but in Heather's mind, it also helped to justify the risks being taken.

     Eventually, Heather found what she thought to be the optimal diaper hiding outfit. For pants she wore a pair of baggy sweatpants with a pair of underwear over the diaper to hold it tightly in place, which limited both potential rustling and bulging. Combined with a large MIT sweatshirt over a white t-shirt to hid any peeking waistband, and Heather had a suitably inconspicuous diaper hiding outfit.

     By the time the outfit was put together, with a fresh diaper taped on and reasonably hidden, Heather's parents were getting out of bed.

     The idea of packing a spare Coddler briefly came to mind, but Heather reached the conclusion that a change in the school bathrooms would be much too risky.

     In fact, taking off the diaper at all wouldn't be a good idea, meaning that if she had to go... there was only one place it was going.

     This was my plan all along right? Not to worry about bathroom trips?

     Even so, Heather was becoming increasingly nervous. It was in a sense, like buckling into a rollercoaster. Once you are in, there is only one way to get out.

     Simultaneously, Heather was also finding herself unusually excited. The thrill of breaking the rules of society and keeping it a secret in increasingly public places was growing on Heather, and this feat of bravery was just one step closer to achieving her dream of complete diapered freedom. With that crusade firm in her head, Heather tried her best not to waddle as she made her way down to the living room to wait for breakfast.

                              ...

     The rattling of silverware and a running coffee pot is a sure sign a Johnson family's breakfast is underway, and that very sound filled the kitchen that morning. While pouring some orange juice, Heather's mother, ever the observant one, noticed something strange about Heather's demeanor.

     "Is there a big test at school today or something Heather? You only ever eat that fast when your nervous or excited.”

     "Yeah, kind of..." Heather responded cautiously, "but I think I'm ready for it".

     "I'm sure you'll do great honey" her father chimed in assuredly after an awkward pause.

     If only they knew.

     "Thanks guys" Heather said as sincerely as she could with a mouthful of waffle.

                              ...

     Arriving at school that morning was like arriving on the first day of the school year. Every glance her direction was a stare, and every move she made in response was painstakingly deliberately. It was a constant battle for Heather to avoid checking to see if her secret was visible. Any sane person knew that looking at your pants and patting your butt in high school was a sure way to attract more attention, so Heather painstakingly abstained from doing just that. The last thing she wanted at the moment was attention.

     Luckily for Heather, her average school day lacked almost any kind of socialization. Previous to her diapered escapade, this could get kind of lonely at times, but at the present was extremely convenient.

     Walking as naturally as possible while accommodating for what was now between her legs, Heather sat down in a comparatively quiet corner of the commons with an inaudible rustle and took out a copy of 1984 by George Orwell.

     After getting into her book and throughly empathizing with the main protagonist., Heather realized that against all her expectations, what she was wearing managed to slip into the back of her mind. At least until she stood back up anyway.

     Checking her watch and realizing she only had ten minutes to class, Heather rushed to grab a notebook and pencil from her locker. She felt the padding swaddle her backside once more as she bent down to grab her first hour history textbook. After that however, Heather was surprised at how easy it was to forget what she was wearing. That was, of course, until third hour calculus.

        "Pssst... Pssst... Heather...Psst...Heather!"

     Heather's eyes dared to leave the whiteboard and meet the sight of some unmistakably red hair.

     "Sam?"

     It couldn't be, Heather thought.

     "No Bigfoot! Of course it's Sam!" The freckled girl replied, glancing once towards the front before turning back to face Heather.

     "I didn't know you were in my Calc class!" Heather whispered.

     "Ouch! How could you miss me? I'm like, the loudest one here! At least I have an excuse with you being so quiet all the time."

     "Sorry, I just...don't interact with other people...all that mu-"

      "Samantha, Heather, is there some exciting new math discovery you'd like to share with the class?"

     The sudden interruption from Ms. Jenkins startled both girls and at once, all the eyes in the room were suddenly on Sam and Heather.

     The latter’s face began to turn a not so subtle crimson.

    But with astonishing poise and without missing a beat, Sam spoke up.

     "Actually yes Ms. Jenkins, we just noticed a small error in one of the questions. There is no way to graph the function based on the knowledge given by the textbook. See, it could be increasing or decreasing. I was confused so I asked Heather about it and we don't know what to make of it."

     Sam winked at Heather.

     Her jaw dropped.

     "Well let's see...Hmm...well I suppose your right Samantha. Good catch you two, but please refrain from whispering your findings to each other and bring it up to me directly next time. An uninformed teacher might think you were just gossiping".

     "Will do, Ms. Jenkins." Sam concluded with an innocent smile.

     Once the eyes of big brother were back to the board, Sam quickly tore off a corner of her notes and scribbled something down before crumpling the paper into a ball. With undeniable flair, Sam tossed the bundle to Heather, who caught the throw square in the face.

     After glaring at a giggling Sam, Heather proceeded to pick the projectile off the ground and carefully unfolded it. She found what appeared to be some archaic form of chicken scratch staring back at her. It took some guesswork, but after a few look-overs, Heather thought she had made out the correct message.

     It read, probably;

     Lunch in the west corner, lets talk about some shit.

     This was elegantly complemented by what appeared to be a smiley face with a tongue sticking out.

     Making double sure she got the correct translation, Heather stuffed the paper in her pocket and gave a small nod to Sam before jumping right back into graphing the derivative functions on the board. She struggled to focus on the problems at hand and instead focused on the potential intentions of Sam's offer.

     What does she want with me? To tease me? Blackmail? Tell me she accidentally revealed my secret? The reference to shit can’t be a coincidence, right?

     Every possible scenario pounded in Heather's ears. She kept glancing back at Sam, but she never made any motion towards her for the remainder of the class.

     What did I just get myself into?

                             ...

     An anxiety filled fourth hour of English was nearing its end. It was around this time that  Heather was coming to terms with her commitment for the day.

     It is important to note that right before school lunch began was when Heather usually used the restroom for the first time in the school day. And like clockwork, her bladder was beginning to signal for release. But this time, Heather knew there would be no restroom.

     But try as she might, Heather could not relax enough to intentionally wet herself in the middle of the classroom. It got to the point that she started to become frustrated with herself.

     Why do I bother wearing a diaper in public if I can't even use it unless I'm at home?

     She attempted to completely relax her bladder again, and again she had no luck. Aggravated by the lack of results, Heather tried pushing...hard. 

     Inadvertently, a small fart escaped her backside, muffed somewhat by the padding she was donning.

     Heather resigned to wait until she was alone to try putting anything else into her diaper.

     Luckily she wouldn't have to wait long. Her favorite English teacher Ms. Halley dismissed the class early for lunch. Heather rushed to her locker and dropped off her stuff before grabbing her lunch bag and speed-walking her way to the west corner of the lunchroom.

                               ...

     The thing about the west corner of the Green Valley High lunchroom was that it was infamously hard to claim. This was largely due to the novel feature of a large cement overhang that was formed by a large set of stairs, as well as being a location largely removed from most other tables. Combined, this made an awesome, relatively private spot in the otherwise bustling cafeteria. Couples were often found making out, or worse, beneath its cement caress.

     Thus the difficulty of claiming it for yourself.

     Luckily for Heather, her fourth hour class was right next to the lunchroom and she could forgo the long line for school lunches with her meal from home. She sat down cross legged on the freezing tile floor and took a deep breath.

     The lunchroom was for the moment, mostly quiet, and for the first time that day, there were no eyes on her.

     What was before so hard for Heather became suddenly very easy. A soft sigh escaped from Heather's mouth, along with an even more subtle hiss from beneath the folds of her sweats.

     I'm wetting my diaper at school, Heather reflected with glee.

     Less than an mere moment later, and without any warning, a loathsome looking boy and girl with way too many piercings between them were suddenly standing in front of Heather.
 

     Unable to stop the flow that had started, Heather was now frozen with fear with a warming crotch.

     "Beat it missy, there's two of us, we take priority." The dark haired boy said barring his teeth.

     "Yeah, what a hog. At least two can fit in that spot. You don’t even take up half a space" the tattooed girl added venomously.

     Heather just sat there not knowing how to react, but becoming more and more anxious.

     "Come on you little bitch, get out of our spot!"

     Heather started to shake. She felt the start of tears forming behind the rims of her glasses.

     I knew this was a mistake.

     Still in the process of wetting her diaper, she began to tentatively stand up, when a figure appeared from behind the couple.

     "There are two in that spot. She was just saving it for me. Right Heather?" A panting Sam declared between gasps, doubled over with her hands on her hips.

     The boy with the piercings replied, "This isn't preschool. Who the hell still saves seats?"

     "So fucking immature." The girl chimed in.

     Sam reached for her bag and pulled out two twenties. "Can we be done?"

    The couple stared at the bills. The boy began to reach for them.

    "Na ah. For the rest of the week, this spot is ours. Feel free to spread the word."

     With slightly more grumbling but still plenty eager, the couple took the bills.

     "Now get out!" Sam bellowed.

     And just like that, the boy, the girl, and their abundant piercings were out of sight.

     Still glaring in the direction they left, Sam sat down next to Heather and took out a grape juice box from a metal lunchbox.

     "Sorry I took so long. Got held up in the hall by a para for dress code," she gestured to her exposed stomach and crop top, which Heather now fully noticed for the first time, and was immediately jealous of, in disbelief of how well it complimented Sam’s normally humble chest.

     "Guess I can't wear this one to school again” Sam lamented flippantly. “Anyway, don't those two just make your blood boil? Like, seriously, you can only get so edgy before you're just being dicks for the sake of it."

     All Heather could do was stare at Sam in awe as the flow in her diaper finally trickled to a stop.

     In return, Sam just slurped obnoxiously through the straw of her juice box. It took Heather a few seconds to realizing that she was waiting for a response.

     "Uh, yeah...I suppose so." She replied, letting herself squirm just a little in the saturated padding of her newly wet diaper.

     "Well good riddance to them. Anyway...." Sam suddenly switched to an uncharacteristic whisper.

    "Are you wearing one right now?"
 

                To Be Continued in    
        Chapter 7: Education Pt. 2

[christi]

I hope things heat up now that someone knows about Heather's diaper interest, maybe things will heat up a bit between them.  Even so it's been a good story thus far and I'm looking forward ot the next chapter.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts and time with all of us.  ?

[Sarah Penguin]

[NonimusA]

Chapter 7: Education Pt. 2

     "Are you wearing one right now?" Said Sam, staring questioningly at Heather.

     "Wearing what?" She replied tentatively, instinctually pressing her knees together, causing some of the warmth from Heather's recent wetting to escape from her padding.

     Sam's expression turned quizzical. "I thought it would be obvious. You know- " her voice returned to a whisper, "One of the diapers you bought when I was at work? I've never met someone so young with incontinence before."

     "Wait what?" Heather was caught off guard.

     "You know, not being able to control when you go-" Sam's eyes went wide, "Hang on... your not incontinent are you?"

     Heather, realizing she missed the perfect cover story, just sat, like a deer caught between headlights.

     "So why else were you in a full diaper on Sunday, that doesn't make any sense...unless?" Sam turned back to Heather. "It wasn't an accident?"

     Not a word was spoken for quite a while.

      Finally, Heather couldn't take the silence any longer. In a near whisper, Heather asked ashamed, "You promised you wouldn't tell another soul right?"

     "Yes..." Sam said with an oddly curious nod.

    "Well, I know it's really weird-"

     "Definitely..."

      "But I guess I sort of like...wearing... and using...them. The diapers I mean." Heather spoke as if  speaking each syllable was the equivalent of stepping on a hot coal.

     Sam just sat, nodding.

     Heather realized she should probably go on.

      "I know it's really gross a-and I'm super ashamed of it, but I-I suppose I've wanted to use them for as long as I can remember."

     Now that the confession had started and the jig was up, Heather began a downward spiral, word after word leaving her mouth, coming from somewhere, faster and faster, the whole disgusting, invigorating, shameful truth.

     "I only tried them like two days ago and-and ...hick... I'm still trying to figurethese feelingsoutand-andIunderstandifyouthinkI'm aterribleperson and ...hick... I'll stopandIwon'tbotheryouagainand-and-"

     "Heather, stop it!"

      It was then that Heather realized then that she was crying.

     She also realized Sam was hugging her.

     "It's okay Heather, it's fine, really!"

     "Are you ...hick... sure?" Managed Heather, trying to grasp at the reality that was now unfolding.

     "Yeah. I mean, I guess I'm not sure I completely get it, but just because you like something strange doesn't make you a bad person or anything. It's not hurting anyone right?"

     "Well...no, I ...hick...guess not..."

     "See!" Sam stopped and thought hard about something for a minute. "Tell you what, why don't we have a sleepover this weekend? My parents won't be home so you can wear your diapers there without anyone to judge you or find out, and we can talk some more about all this outside of school."

     "Wait, so we're ...hick...still friends?" Heather asked meekly.

      Sam rolled her eyes. "Of course we are Heather! I'm sure there's way more to you than just diapers! And even the fact you like something different, well, that makes you a more interesting person than most. I'm telling you, at the sleepover we can talk about whatever you want. Video games, makeup, other crazy dark secrets. Maybe even...boys?!"

     Something about the way Sam said the word "boys" broke the tension and Heather couldn't help but let out a snort.

     "I'll have to ask my parents, but yeah that would be really cool I suppose." Said Heather, sniffling.

     Sam beamed. "Great. Now that that's settled, let's just try and enjoy the rest of our food before returning to the gauntlet shall we?"

     Heather clumsily wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. "Yeah, that'd be good. Let's do that."

     "Just one more question before we change the subject though," Sam was grinning. "Have you used the one your wearing?"

     "Shut up!" Heather chuckled, playfully punching Sam's shoulder, leaving her void of answers, but with a pretty strong hunch.

                               ...

     Despite the abundance of conversation about Heather's choice of undergarment at the beginning of the lunch period, the topic of her padding did not come up again.

     For that, Heather was grateful, though she had a sneaking suspicion that Sam's eyes would wander towards her waist, as if to try and get a peek.... But that could just be her mind playing tricks.

     In reality, Sam's eyes were almost everywhere, as though her mind couldn't keep still.

     It made Heather reflect.

     Before meeting Sam, Heather always believed herself to be the smartest in the room. She never showed it off, of course, she was much too shy to do that.  The agony of the sideways glances and the hushed "know-it-all's" were largely to blame for her reserved nature.

     But Sam, she pondered, might give me a run for my money. 

     It was just after reaching that conclusion that the bell rang and a loud chorus of scraping chairs joined the orchestra of voices filling the commons.

     "Well, it has been a delight dining with you, my good madame, but I'm afraid I have rather pressing matters to attend to", exclaimed Sam in the corniest British accent she could muster.

     "Likewise Lady Samantha", giggled Heather, in an equally terrible manner.

     "Ta-ta for now!"

     "Pip-pip and Cheerio!"

     "Good Day To You!"

     "I bid you...ado!"

     Neither girl could come up with any more quips. They were too busy laughing to care.

     A wave was the last thing Heather saw before the lunch mob dragged Sam away, and she was a stranger among the crowd again. 

     With a happy sigh and a newfound joy, Heather managed to bob and weave her way to her locker. It was only upon bending down to replace her lunchbox that a different, more internal feeling made its presence known.

     I can make it until the end of the day. Heather told herself , It's not like I'm going to mess myself at school.

     Her bowls groaned slightly in response.

     She was not assured.

                              ...

     A sharp ringing brought  Heather out of a stupor. Another boring hour of history readings meant time for her mind to wander. The only problem; Heather had only one thing on her mind.

     Relief.

     So far she had managed to make it through six hours of the school day, three of which were in a growing discomfort.

     The good news; she only had one hour left.

     The bad news; she had a whole hour left.

     Heather walked into chemistry with pure determination. She would not mess her diaper in school.

     "Alright, attendance time class!" A brash voice boomed from the front of the room.

     "Starting with Jessica Antoine. Do we have a Jessica Antoine?" Mr Hoffman's voice was as loud as ever.

     A quick "here" was heard from the back of the class.

     Alright Heather, you got this. Just stay focused, no distractions, and you can make it to the end of class.

     "Timmothy Drew?"

     "Here!" Squeaked a quite voice from the seat directly behind Heather.

     No way.

     There was no question about it, the boy she just glanced back at, and the boy who complimented her at the grocery store were one in the same. It was him, in fact, that helped Heather summon the courage to buy the wet diaper she was sitting in presently.

     This was not lost on her, nor was it hidden in the color of her face.

     The teacher continued to call out names, but Heather's mind was elsewhere. With sudden, uncharacteristic sense of injustice, she confronted the boy, unaware.

     "Hey...Timmothy!" Heather whispered as loudly as she could without drawing unwanted attention.

     "Huh? Oh!" The small boy's eyes grew scared in surprise, and Heather was no longer the only one blushing.

     "Why didn't you accept my snap request?"

     It was a stupid question, but it was also the first that came to Heather's mind.

     Timmothy was taken aback. "Wait, you sent me a snap request? Ohmygosh, I'm so sorry! I never go on snap anymore. If I would have-"

     "Heather Johnson, are you here?"

     Oh shit.

     "Yes, I'm here Mr. Hoffman!"

     The teacher eyed Heather and Timmothy with a smug gaze. "Yes, I can see that" he mused before continuing down the list.

     A cramp, larger than any up to that point in the day, suddenly assaulted Heather's bowels all at once. And if that wasn't enough, her bladder also began to stir.

     Casting both discomforts aside for the moment, Heather instead focused her attention back on Timmothy, who was staring at Heather awkwardly.

     Maybe it was her more pressing problem or the fact that she had done potentially way more embarrassing things in the past few days that led to her next decision. Regardless, she proceeded to write her phone number on a piece of paper which she promptly gave to Timmothy without saying a word.

     Heather only saw his look of sheer disbelief before she turned back to the front of the room.  As much as she wanted to enjoy the look of adorable shock on Timmothy’s face, she had to focus all her willpower on holding everything in.

     Well maybe not everything...

     Once that decision had been made, Heather was almost dumbfounded by how quickly a warm flow began its cascade into her diaper. What had been so difficult only a couple of hours ago now came with an efficient ease.

     Heather didn't have time to dwell on it though. All she could do was hold on to the remainder of the problem.

                              ...

     There were only 15 minutes to freedom, and at the moment, a better example of the relative nature of time would be hard to come by.

     Most of the class would agree that the hour had flown past. When Mr. Hoffman was teaching, time could do that. But for Heather, in all her years as a student, a class had never gone slower.

     Ever.

     Her desperation had come to the point that she was sitting on her hands and bobbing her knees up and down. Every movement led to a battle with her backside to keep the inevitable from happening.

     She knew then that she would not make it to the end of the class.

     But desperation can lead to many surprising and previously unknown options to become viable. Heather knew she only had one shot at this, and Mr. Hoffman's answer could make or break possibly her entire social reputation.

     She raised her hand.

     "Yes, Heather?"

      Please please please let this work.

     "May I use the restroom Mr. Hoffman?"

     Now, Mr. Hoffman was a smart man, and a great teacher. And a great teacher knows their students. Any teacher worth half their weight knows that letting out a teenage girl to use the restroom within 15 minutes of the end of the school day is reason for extreme suspicion. The word wait was already forming in his mouth.

     But then he saw her face. Then he was a believer. And just like that, without a trace, no doubt in her mind, Heather was out of there.

     Even with Mr. Hoffman's grace, the mess was making its escape before Heather hit the hallway. It took a tremendous effort for her not to immediately stop and squat. Instead, she had to very slowly let out some of her load with each stride towards the nearest bathroom.

     Slamming a stall door shut on arriving at her intended destination, Heather finally had the opportunity to finish what had already started. Now taking the initiative, she squatted and tried to stifle a grunt. An abnormally firm log followed rather reluctantly. Two more followed.

     By the time she finished, Heather was no longer sure that a bulge couldn't be spotted through her sweatpants. Not that it mattered.

     You'd smell it before you'd see it.

                              ...

     How she managed to get out of school and into her car without anyone zeroing in on the scent trail she left behind, remained forever unknown to Heather.

     But she did, and oh boy did she reap the rewards.

     There had to be twice as much in the diaper between her and the seat of her cars than had ever made its way into a single one of her three used goodnites. And the best part, she could wiggle, bounce, and squirm all she wanted without risk of a leak.

     The only problem was the message she received after an indescribable ride home.

     "Just got off from work early and will be home soon. Be ready to help me carry in some old files to be sorted. -Mom"

    Suffice it to say, Heather changed out of her thoroughly utilized diaper and into a clean pair of panties extremely quickly after reading that message.

     Because of the rushed nature of said change, and the lack of baby wipes, some "creative liberties" were taken, which mostly meant getting the most muck off possible and worrying about potential skid marks later.

     It was those creative liberties that saved Heather in the end, when she finished washing her hands and heard the garage door opening, a garage who's dumpster had just acquired yet another dirty deed only a minute earlier.

                              ...

     The rest of the night was a peach compared to the vigorous emotional and sensual rollercoaster of Heather's school day. A normal family dinner, a quick shower (to rid the remaining evidence of her misdeeds), and a quick apology email to Mr. Hoffman about not returning to class at the end of the day, which Heather knew was suspicious whichever way you looked at, but was better than ignoring it altogether.

     A quick reply from the chemistry teacher assuring her that it was no problem (how much he suspected Heather didn't know). An hour of reading later and Heather finally started to breath easy again.

     At dinner, to her sheer disbelief, both her parents agreed unanimously, albeit cautiously, to allow Heather to go to Sam's parent free sleepover, which she quickly told to Sam herself via Snapchat. She responded with a thumbs up and a winky face. Heather didn't know what to make of it. It didn’t matter; she was too happy to care.

                               ...

     It was not until after almost 11 o'clock that her father wished her a goodnight for the last time and the house was finally silent. Waiting for a few more minutes just to be safe, Heather eventually dared to sneak into her closet to grab a fresh plastic package and stealthily tape it on, before sneaking quickly back into bed and emptying her waiting bladder into its warm embrace.

     Lucky as she was to get away with so much that day, Heather still wished she had gotten to enjoy her previous messy state just a little bit longer.

     I wonder if at the sleepover Sam would mind putting up with the smell of a dirty diaper for a bit...

     It felt wrong to Heather for her to force Sam into that position, but she held out a little hope anyway.

     Who knows, she mused, squeezing the slightly wet diaper with her hand, maybe Sam might even want to try one out for herself.

     It was mean as a joke to herself, a logical impossibility beyond a sane line of thinking. But as she lay awake in bed, feeling the impossibility around her waist, she wondered...

[Sarah Penguin]

[Steph2019]

[Jennynappy]

This is promising.

[NonimusA]

Chapter 8: Sleepover Pt. 1

     Heather zipped up her brown duffle bag with a distinct thrill. Everything she would need for her sleepover with Sam was inside; Two changes of clothes, a pair of pajamas, some socks, a toothbrush and toothpaste, a spare blanket and pillow, and six Coddlers diapers. The latter, more peculiar items had been stuffed out of sight at the bottom of the bag the night before, away from any unwanted eyes. Everything was set in place, just as Heather wanted it. Her head buzzed with anticipation as she slug the bag over her shoulder and exited her room.

 

     Practically flying down the stairs, the exceptionally bubbly teen acknowledged both of her parents in the living room and hurriedly repeated their the agreement. Not only would Heather behave at Sam's, she would have her phone at the ready, and be prepared to call for a ride if she became uncomfortable for any reason as well. Oh, and no drugs or alcohol, obviously.

 

     Both of the Johnson parents, seeing their daughter literally bouncing up and down to get out of the house, smiled at each other and gave Heather their blessing, wishing her a wonderful time.

 

     Looking rather relived that indeed, her parents were really letting her go, even though the details had been well discussed the night before, Heather thanked each of her guardians once more with a peck on the check, before bolting to her car and backing out of the driveway with as much speed as she could pull muster, without making her parents reconsider their decision.

 

     But what Heather's parents didn't know when they watched their daughter pull away, was that Heather was not just rushing to leave the house out of excitement, though that was surely a factor. In reality, the primary reason for her erratic behavior was due to an extreme need to use the bathroom. Yet they were even more oblivious to the fact that Heather had no intentions of using any sort of bathroom for the entirety of her sleepover, starting from the moment her feet left the door.

 

                            ...

 

     After the narrowly escaping disaster on her first day diapered at school, Heather was decidedly much more conservative in her approach to be diapered. Believing she could manage to wait to wear until the weeks end, Heather made the decision to hold off on wearing any sort of padding until her sleepover with Sam. After all, with that good of an opportunity, why push her good fortune any further? But evidently, that week of waiting turned out to be much more difficult than Heather could have ever anticipated.

 

      It might have been Sam's question at the start of lunch everyday for the rest of the week that made the week torture; discreetly yet religiously inquiring as to the type and condition of her underwear. While Heather wanted to respond with nothing less than padded and well used, if she did, she would be lying, which was not something Heather felt like doing with the person who was quickly becoming her new best friend.

 

     But besides that routine diaper question under the infamous cement staircase, diapers didn't really come up in conversation much with Sam, which Heather found rather disappointing, even if her discretion might spare the nightmare of being discovered.

 

     In the end, the only concrete reason Heather could point to that explained her difficulty in waiting until Friday, was a constantly obsessive desire to be padded; a desire that made removing diapers from her mind nearly impossible. With every clink of a toilet seat lid and every flush of water, every annoying need to stop and use the restroom, and every wasted release that would have felt much more comforting in a diaper, the anticipation to again feel that bulky mass and feeling of freedom grew.

 

      So when Friday evening finally did come around and Heather felt the need to use the restroom before leaving school, she didn't. Nor did she when arriving home. No, Heather swore to herself that the next time she would poop or pee, it would be in a diaper, through hell or high water.

 

     Now, at the wheel of her car, driving a little faster than she probably should be on winter roads, that promise was being put to the test.

 

 

                             ...

 

     As her Subaru made its way through the snow covered streets, Heather failed to notice the houses around her growing increasingly larger and more extravagant with each passing block. She was too focused on driving straight, following the directions she had memorized, and clenching her thighs.

 

     Finally, Heather saw the house number she was looking for. But it was only when she looked from the number on the mailbox to the actually house, that she realized what kind of sleepover she was getting into.

     A huge French Country style home bathed Heather's eyes in a warm glow, permeating the frosty air with light streaming from its numerous partially curtained windows. A rather startled Heather pulled cautiously into the driveway, which was more of a private drive, as the heated cobblestone road made an arch back to the street a hundred or so feet away.

 

      Struck by the architectural elegance, Heather was compelled to sit and admire the view for much longer than her bladder would allow, but unfortunately still in her underwear, and making the blatant choice not to pack any extra pairs, Heather was left with the only logical option of quickly parking her car next to another, an out of place looking Toyota Camry, and rushing to a large set of wooden double doors with her duffle in hand, hoping that there wasn't some catastrophic mistake with the address.

 

     Bouncing now from foot to foot, Heather found a brass doorbell mount and pressed the button once, waited a bit, then it once more. After a nerve racking wait, the door opened to a smiling Sam.

 

     "Hey", was the only word Heather had time to say before rushing past Sam into the lavish house in a frantic search for a bathroom. She could hear a concerned Sam calling after her, but ignored her, having only one thought on her mind.

 

    Only after making her way deeper into the mansion, did she realized her mistake in leaving Sam. She didn't have the slightest clue in which one of the numerous hallways on the floor might harbor a bathroom.

 

     So instead, Heather opted for the nearest room with an open door, which just so happened to be a nursery. She didn't have time to lavish in the irony of the situation as her pants and underwear flew off in rapid succession, the jeans landing near a wooden train set, and the underwear casted comedically across an oversized teddy-bear's face.

 

     Uncaring, Heather quickly opened her suitcase reached her hand in and pulled out a coddler. She quickly unfolded it and laid the garment flat across the floor before sitting down upon its still cool, but soft surface. Her bladder immediately protested at the force of which she landed.

 

     The echoing voice of Sam met Heathers ears as she applied the first tape.

 

     "Heather? Heather what's wrong! Where are you?"

 

    The second tape was on now, with only two more to go. Sam's calls continued to get closer, but Heather's bladder was screaming even louder. Finally the fourth tape was on and Heather shot to her feet and widened her legs.

 

     Immediately, a hot stream began pouring into her thirsty diaper, pooling around the crotch as the padding began to play catch-up. Standing there bowlegged with eyes closed and a face of sheer bliss, Heather relished in the release of something she felt she had been  holding for nearly the whole week. It was in that state of euphoria, that Sam found Heather.

 

     "Heather? Where-There you ar...oh."

 

      Sam ran under the door frame but was stopped in her tracks with the sight of Heather, naked from the waist down, aside from a pink printed diaper with a rapidly yellowing front, and a look of utter relief painted across her face. That bliss quickly turned into extreme embarrassment when Heather opened her eyes to the sound of  Sam's voice in the doorway, who was standing dumbfounded at the sight in front her.

 

     With a surprised "eep", Heather, still wetting at full flow, rushed to cover herself with her jeans that only seconds earlier had been hastily cast across the floor. At almost the exact same time, a flustered Sam spun rapidly in the opposite direction, and awkwardly shut the door behind her, all the while apologizing profusely.

 

     "OhmygoshImsosorry! I didn't mean.. I didn't..." Sam couldn't seem to finish her thought.

 

     There was a long pause, before Heather quietly replied, voice muffled by the door. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I could have told you at the door, or called ahead or something, I just..."

 

     "Really needed to go...?" Sam finished meekly.

 

     "Yeah, something like that."

 

     "Well do you need to change then or..."

 

     Another awkward pause ensued before Heather found the courage to respond.

 

    "I-well...These can hold a lot... and I didn't bring that many changes with me... but I don't want to bother you so I can if-"

 

     "No no, that's fine, I don't mind, really!" Sam interrupted, "Just...doesn't it feel weird at all?"

 

     "I mean yeah, I guess...But I kinda like it..." Heather hoped she didn't sound as embarrassed as she felt.

 

     "Oh."

 

     Another pause

 

   "Well what does it feel like?" An uncharacteristically quiet Sam questioned, trying not to sound embarrassed herself.

 

  Surprised by Sam's question, Heather looked to the swelling diaper between her legs. "Well.. kinda warm and squishy I guess." She poked at the front. "I don't know, it's kinda hard to describe."

 

     "Oh, okay."

 

     Sam left it at that.

 

     Grateful that she didn't have to change, Heather carefully slide her jeans back on, once again relishing in the added bulk the padding created and the feeling of protection that came with it. On one hand she was embarrassed to think that with the benefit of hindsight, Sam could probably make out the diaper's form through her jeans without much trouble. But on the other hand, there was something invigorating about knowing she didn't have to hide it.

 

     With that thought, and after stuffing the underwear the teddy-bear had so graciously held for her back into her duffel, Heather slowly opened the door to meet a very embarrassed Sam. Both  girls struggled to meet each other in the eye.

 

    Seeing how affected Sam was by the encounter, Heather felt the need to speak first.  "Sam I...I'm really sorry. That doesn't normally happen. I just didn't want to risk putting one on at home, and apparently I needed to go way more than I thought..." Way to not make it any more awkward, Heather. She silently scolded herself.

 

     "No, it's alright Heather, seriously. That was the whole point of the sleepover wasn't it? So you could wear the diapers without judgement?"

 

     "Yeah, but that was not what I had in mind. Just because I can use them here, doesn't mean I should force it upon you. It's not like you want to see me in them, let alone using them."

 

     Heather seemed to notice a subtle change in Sam's expression at her comment, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Whatever it was was gone as subtly as it arrived.

 

    "Don't worry about me. You can use them however you like. I was just caught off guard is all. It's not everyday you see a teen girl wetting a diaper you know."

 

     Sam smirked, seeing Heather's face somehow turn even redder.

 

     Trying to regain her composure, Heather fired back. "Well it's not everyday you learn your new best friend lives in a fricken mansion either, but here we are. When were you going to tell me your family is rich as hell?"

 

     "I guess I didn't want you to think differently of me. And honestly, this will sound pretentious, but after a while of living here, it just seems the same as any old house, just a lot lonelier."

 

      Heather noticed a bitter note in Sam's reply, and decided not to prod any more.

 

     "Well, at least I know how you have away that twenty bucks to Moody and Moodier the other day."

 

     Sam laughed, "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. And I thought I was angsty!"

 

     It was Heather's turn to laugh.

 

     "What?"

 

     "Nothing, nothing." Heather stifled another chuckle. "So when do I get the tour? It would be good to know where the bathrooms are, if only just to save the both of us the embarrassment of what just happened when I do change."

 

    Sam let out a sarcastic sigh. "Oh, alright. I suppose you should get to know your way around at some point. Plus, unlike you, I'm unlucky enough that I actually have to go to the bathroom, at least relatively soon."

 

     It was subtle, but the statement made Heather's heart do a little leap. Could she actually be interested in wearing a diaper? No, your just reading into it too much... But maybe...?

 

     She couldn't dwell on the question for too long though, as Sam was already running away, disappearing around a corner with an elaborate painting on the wall.

 

Her voice could be heard echoing off the walls.

"Come on slowpoke, we've got a lot of ground to cover!"

 

     "Right behind you!" Heather shouted back, giggling at Sam's antics and the feeling of her warm diaper press against her as she began to jog after Sam.

 

     As the two laughing girls bobbed and weaved around the warmly lit house, chasing each other through the many halls, a shared excitement for the night was in both of their hearts. Funnily enough, the thing both girls were looking forward to most was one in the same. There was only one of them didn't know it yet.

[Sarah Penguin]

[Bluebird67]

This is a great story. I’m sorry I’ve ignored it until now - but it has been nice reading all eight chapters at one go!

I wonder why Sam has the boring job at CVS with her parents being wealthy. Unless she has worked out it’s a really good way to get access to diapers.